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hard-core-super-star · 3 months

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underneath my skin [K.Bishop]

pairing: vampire!kate bishop x reader

summary: it takes a few tries but after kate shows up unannounced at wanda's cabin, you finally make things right.

warnings: technically none?; still angsty but with a happier ending than last time; stubborn idiots in love being stubborn and in love; minor injuries + blood mentions; kate being a little immature shit and R being fed up; a surprising lack of hot vampire things AGAIN; too many references to the previous parts

wordcount: 3k

a/n: yes, hi, i know last time i said i was going to make the next vampire kate installment smutty but…my hand slipped and i focused on the plot too much 😅 i love this dynamic too much! BUT MARK MY WORDS, next part WILL be smut! [i’m a little rusty though so bear with me] anyway, i’m slowly but surely finding my rhythm again and i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

part one | part two | part four

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You had been expecting a lot of things to happen today.

Wanda was going to teach you another spell, you were probably going to end up oversharing about something to get her to spill more information about Westview to satiate your curiosity, and then you’d both argue about which one of you two used magic to make sure the overwatered crops in the backyard don’t die (it was definitely you).

It was going to be a fun, normal, day full of the normal things that make up your new routine. And it was surely not going to feature Kate Bishop in any way.

Except Kate decided to ruin all your plans by showing up outside your door.

You wish you could say you’re surprised but the archer’s favorite hobby is messing up your plans and making you question far too many things.

“y/n.” Her voice is incredibly soft despite the shock that paints it. “...hey.”

You couldn't hold back the laugh that escapes you if you tried. “Hey? That’s your opener?”

There’s a lack of annoyance in your voice that clearly catches her off-guard. Her nervousness is as endearing as always despite the wounds she caused that haven’t closed yet.

“I don’t really know what else to say…”

You’re about to make fun of her when Wanda appears behind you. You feel her presence before you hear her voice and for a second, it’s like you can hear her warning you not to get too attached to Kate’s annoyingly charming habits.

Wanda has a point, of course she does, but you trust your heart even less than you trust the archer with it. Kate doesn’t even have to do anything for a part of you to yell at you to throw everything to the wind and go with her.

Go where exactly? That wasn’t as clear.

Of course, you could go back to New York but what’s the use? Just because it’s been a few months since the scandal broke out doesn’t mean you can go back to your old life. Back to the casual “not a relationship but more than a friendship” thing you and Kate had going on.

The witch’s hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you comply with her unspoken request. Whatever Kate needs doesn’t have anything to do with you. Leaving before she can sink her teeth into you again is the smart move.

So, you move away and let Wanda and Kate talk out on the front porch. You do your best not to listen in to their conversation but you do overhear something about The Avengers and Clint asking for the Sokovian’s witchy help.

You do your best to remind yourself the archer didn’t come here for you. She probably didn’t even know you were here. She doesn’t need you and you don’t need her…right?

You wish it was true. Maybe if it was true, you would be able to stay away from her.

Unfortunately, Kate is just as bad as you when it comes to walking away from self-destructive choices.

Wanda managed to get her to leave without you stopping her but she couldn’t stop the archer from getting into trouble once she was gone. Despite the Sokovian’s insistence that her cabin was incredibly far from other people, you both knew there was a small town not too far away.

A town that a certain archer ended up stumbling into.

Thankfully, Wanda had locked herself in her room with the Darkhold which meant she didn’t notice when Kate came back hours later to knock on your window.

The sound scared the crap out of you and yet you approached, a part of you longing to see her despite what a downright horrible idea it was bound to be.

You opened your window and came face to face with an out-of-breath Kate Bishop, her face littered with small scratches and a prominent bruise on her jaw. “Hey.”

“...hi?”

Her attempt at playing it cool fails miserably when she flinches at the tone in your voice. You’re not exactly mad but you’re not thrilled and the disappointment in your features breaks her facade quicker than you’ve ever witnessed.

It’s like you can see her trying to retreat before she fucks things up but you’ll be damned if you let her walk away from you now. “What’d you do this time?”

Your voice seems to relax the tension in her body somewhat. “I um…may need some help.”

“That wasn’t the question, Katherine.”

It’s hard to hold in your laughter at the face she makes but you manage. If you had a nickel for every time she got annoyed by your use of her full name, you’d be a few coins away from catching up to her fortune.

“Can I come in or not?” She asks. It’s obvious she’s trying to hold on to those bits of annoyance despite the growing smirk on her lips.

A beat of silence passes, and a voice in your head tells you you’ll only get hurt again before you notice the way she’s holding her side. You try to not give in to the overwhelming wave of worry that crashes into you at once.

“Sure, just try not to make too much noise. Wanda won’t hesitate to kick you out.” Your attempt at humor falls flat, which isn’t at all surprising, but you help her climb through your window anyway.

She stumbles a little and you bite back your teasing comments once you notice the blood on her clothes. You had to stop finding yourself in situations like these with her.

Vulnerability and Kate Bishop do not mix well…especially when she’s standing in front of you with that stupid puppy dog look she wears so well.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, half-hoping she won’t hear you.

She does, though, considering the way her nervous smile turns into a smirk.

Some things never change.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realize my ‘I just got shot’ face turned you on so much.”

It’s easier to hide your genuine concern when she’s so busy being…her usual annoying self. “You’re an asshole.”

Kate rolls her eyes, a frustrated sound escaping her. “You’re one to talk.”

You’re not sure what exactly she’s referencing but it’s not like the list is particularly long. You could be mature and respond but the archer isn’t the face of maturity either so you ignore her words and move on.

“Do you want help or not?”

She shrugs, because of course she’d make things harder than they need to be, but the movement makes her wince. The sudden pain seems to reset her brain, and her attitude, because she nods without putting up any more of a fight. “Yeah, I think the bullet just grazed me but it hurts like a bitch.”

Your hands reach out for her before you can stop them. Your fingers graze the hem of her shirt when you snap out of your trance, your mind filling with unwanted memories about the night that started all your problems.

“You can take it off.” Her soft voice startles you out of your thoughts and you look up to meet her eyes. When the hell did she get so close to you, anyway? “I don’t bite.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “We both know that’s a lie.”

Despite the tension and uncertainty that still lingers, Kate offers you a smile. A real, amused, one. Not a smirk and not the cocky smile that makes you want to kiss her and slap her at the same time. It’s a warm smile, tinted by a nostalgia only the two of you can really understand.

“Okay, fine…I don’t bite without consent,” she corrects herself. “And I…haven’t done it since that night.”

You assume the comment is her trying to be charming in her borderline awkward way even though all it does is worry you more. Of course, you weren’t an expert on vampires by any means but you knew not feeding for so long couldn’t be a good thing…and suddenly the way she’s been swaying without noticing makes too much sense.

“You’re so stupid,” you mumble under your breath.

If Kate hears you, she doesn’t say anything about your words which thankfully allows you to help her remove her shirt without any further distractions. It takes all your self-restraint to keep your eyes from trailing down and admiring the skin that’s been revealed.

You force yourself to focus on her side and the wound she’s been trying to hide since she got here. There’s still some annoyance burning under the surface even as you try to help. “Move your hand. I can’t help you otherwise.”

She grumbles something you don’t quite catch under her breath before finally moving her hand away and revealing her skin. Despite her insistence that she had only been grazed by a bullet, she looked worse for wear.

“Jesus, Kate, what happened to you?” You don’t miss the way she shivers as your fingers trace her side.

She doesn’t answer and you resign yourself to the clear lack of answers you’ll be getting tonight.

Your eyes silently inspect her irritated skin and you curse under your breath when you notice an infection is already starting to spread. Knowing her, she had probably gotten hurt earlier in the day and completely wrote it off as nothing until the pain became too unbearable.

To make matters worse, she stumbles again and this time, you have no choice but to wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into you. She’s the one who curses this time and your heart aches from how strained and pained her voice sounds.

It’s hard but you manage to bite back your constructive criticism at her ridiculously stupid, albeit not surprising, tendencies. You manage to lead her to your bed and she sits down without any complaints (something that’s quite surprising).

“Kate,” you say, your voice so quiet it startles you. “Your silence is starting to worry me.”

She makes a soft sound that you assume is meant to be a chuckle. “You still worry about me?”

“Only when you show up outside my window like a weirdo.”

Your eyes meet hers for a second and you swear the usual sparkles in her eyes are laced with panic. Every cell in your being aches to comfort her but you don’t dare move yet.

You wish you could forgive and forget, that you could move past what happened between you and start again, but you can’t. At least not if she won’t help you. Then again, it’s not like you’re in any position to make demands. Maybe it was Kate who pushed you away but you’re the one who severed your connection with the vampire.

You’re the one who crossed a line you’re not sure you can come back from. For better or for worse.

“Why are you worried anyway?” The disappointment in her tone doesn’t escape you. “Don’t you have a spell to fix this or something?”

There it is.

For some reason, out of all the reasons Kate had to be mad at you, this one was at the bottom of the list in your mind.

“I don’t do that stuff anymore,” you reply, doing your best to ignore the incredulous look on her face.

“That’s such bullshit.” She scoffs.

You busy yourself with the task at hand, kneeling in front of her and inwardly cringing at the way your heart skips a beat due to the position. You don’t miss the way Kate spreads her legs to allow you to shift closer, though, and that only makes everything worse.

“What are you talking about?” You know damn well what she’s talking about but you play dumb anyway. Your hands clumsily reach for the first aid kit you stashed inside the drawer of the bedside table and you silently thank Wanda for her overprotective suggestion.

“Oh, come on, y/n!” A shiver that isn’t due to the cold air coming in from the now open window runs down your spine. “I know you used magic to cut our connection and I know damn well Wanda didn’t do it on her own. Do you seriously think I don’t know about that spell? I’m not the only vampire in my family.”

“But you’re definitely the most stubborn one,” you mumble.

You miss the roll of her eyes but not the frustrated sigh that leaves her lips. You can’t remember the last time you had a conversation with Kate that didn’t end with the two of you arguing about something. Sure, it had been part of your dynamic at some point but now it only serves as a reminder of why you two will never work again.

Her eyes follow your movements as you reach for an antiseptic wipe and start disinfecting the area around the wound. You’re expecting her to complain about the stinging sensation but she doesn’t.

For the first time since you met her, Kate Bishop genuinely surprises you.

“I’m not mad, you know?” Her soft words break the tension-filled silence your lack of response left behind. “Well, I was at first but…I understand why you did it…why you had to get away from me.”

The urge to ignore her is incredibly strong and yet a part of you longs to make things right. Or as right as they possibly can be considering your history together.

“That’s not why I did it.” You frown once your eyes catch sight of the multitude of scars and unhealed cuts that litter the rest of Kate’s torso. “I was just…tired of pretending.”

“Am I that bad of a kisser?” The humor in her voice helps remove some of the tension in your shoulders. It’s obvious she’s merely trying to deflect but you chuckle in response anyway.

You allow a calm silence to fill the room while you focus on disinfecting and wrapping up the wound. Focusing proves to be difficult, however, when one of her hands lands on your shoulder and she grips you hard enough to leave nail indents in your skin.

The sensation does help you swallow back your anxieties so you don’t complain…at least for the moment.

You make a mental note to ask Wanda for the recipe of the herbal remedy she always uses to fight off infections as you finish bandaging the archer up.

You’re almost out of the woods when your fingers accidentally find a certain scar on Kate’s other side. It’s subtle but the change in texture gives away what it is without you having to look.

Kate interrupts your train of thought before your eyes can join your fingers in examining the memory forever carved into her skin. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Your eyes drift up to her face and your breath catches in your throat once you become aware of the position you’re in. She notices your reaction but you respond before that stupid smirk can finish spreading along her lips.

“It’s only fair, you didn’t answer a single one of mine,” you point out.

“Your questions were stupid.” She shrugs and you hate that you can tell she’s doing it again. She’s hiding behind the persona she wears so well. The one that doesn’t care about what anyone else thinks despite the fact that Kate Bishop is the embodiment of empathy.

Of love.

The aching in your chest grows stronger.

“And you asking if you’re a bad kisser isn’t stupid?” You raise an eyebrow at her but she seems unbothered by your stare.

“Of course not, it’s important information.”

Her smirk is back again and unfortunately, so is your urge to kiss her so hard she’ll shut up for once. The desperation that lingers in that thought startles you even though it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how you still feel for her.

You’re not a gambler but you would bet everything you have that Kate feels the same way you do. It’s almost like you can see the struggle in her eyes. It’s like you can see the need to retreat behind her walls fighting with her desire to feel you close after so long.

You don’t need a “special connection” to figure that much out. Especially with the way she keeps clenching and unclenching her hands.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Kate,” you say, your heart pounding in your chest as you force yourself to say the one thing that’s been on your mind since the night you walked away from her. “But you are horrible at talking about your feelings.”

That gets a laugh out of her.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

You hesitate for a moment before your hand lands on top of her fidgeting one.

“That despite your many, many, many flaws…” You lean forward until your faces are merely inches apart. “I can’t find a way to not love you.”

“y/n-” Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes trail down your face.

You wait for her to finish her sentence but words never come. Instead of words, she leans forward, her hands moving up to grasp your face and pull you up toward her.

The movement startles you but it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. What does surprise you, though, is the sheer amount of desperation that swims in the few inches remaining between your lips.

It’s like you both wait a second more than necessary, almost like you can’t believe the other will allow the contact to happen.

But then it does.

Kate practically lunges forward and connects her mouth with yours in an instant. Any ounce of restraint you still had goes out the window at that moment and you melt against her.

There are so many unsaid things, so many things you both still need to apologize for, so many joint mistakes, and yet…it all fades away.

Suddenly, everything else is meaningless.

Suddenly, and for the third time in the past few months, you realize how much you love Kate Bishop. How much you need her in your life despite the unrestrained chaos she brings.

How she’s the only person who’s able to turn your life upside down from a single kiss.

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pascalsbby · 1 year

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Little Bunny

Javier Peña x you

Summary: 2.1K Javier mistakes you for someone looking to make money. He doesn’t know that your dad is his boss - Or - Extremely frisky Javier gets bratty reader on her knees and takes what he wants <3

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, flirty and sweaty Javier, face fucking, he takes what he wants, dominate & aggressive, darkish!javier, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk <3

Based on this ask from @justlulu : Hey, I LOVE your dark content 🩷 I was wondering if you write for Javi Pena too, and also if you take requests?

I do take requests!! Thank you for your kind words. This is my first Javier post. Please comment and let me know what ya’ll think! 🤍

You wanted his huge hands to pull you up to his mouth, light you on fire and suck whatever he needed from you. You’d burn for him, one look in your direction and you were sure.

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The store’s bell rings as the door opens, letting in more of the unforgiving summer air. Along with it comes a broad figure, cast in the shadow from the awning. A quaint “buenas,” was directed towards the register as the fluorescent lights flickered, taking him in too. The artificial glow on his sweat-covered skin dropped down the collar of his shirt. It was a darker pink, unbuttoned and covered in his swelter. Leather jacket atop.

You knew what he was right away. In the way he walked, scanned the room before even stepping two feet inside of it. This town was full of them. You knew who he was a few moments after. He turns towards you, eyes hidden behind yellow aviators. They were one of three prominent features gracing his face, the others being his nose and neatly trimmed mustache. Each guided his presence with a dignified assurance, leaving an indelible mark on anyone fortunate enough to gaze upon his countenance.

In other words, he was fucking beautiful. And he was fucking delusional if he thought the Ray Bans weren’t going to set him apart from the general public. They were his staple and they screamed, “I’m probably a fucking DEA agent.”

You’d heard of him too, Javier. Or Peña, in the stories your dad told you. “You could never tell anyone these things mi vida, I tell them to you because I want you to be safe while we’re here.” You’d spent too many times looking at the pictures on his desk, the ones he had put in front of you stating, “puedes confiar en estos hombres si lo necesitas.”

“You can trust these men if you need to.” Is that so? Since when have you been able to trust any man? Especially ones who look like that in a pair of fitted blue jeans. Especially ones who take you from everything you know and move you to a different country in order to ‘make sure you’re protected’.

The store was mostly empty besides you- and now him. His presence was heavy, not easy to ignore. He looked too pretty- and he looked like your next game piece.

His cologne immediately filled the air and was followed by what an entire pack of cigarettes must smell like. You wanted his huge hands to pull you up to his mouth, light you on fire and suck whatever he needed from you. You’d burn for him, one look in your direction and you were sure.

Javier must have felt you eating him up and you blush, feigning casual interest in the snacks in front of you. But he smirks as his lips part, catching you starring. “No he visto a nadie tan hermosa como tú en mucho tiempo.” Fuck.

He was in front of you, having already looked you up and down as he walked towards you. What a dog.

“I’m sorry?”

“Ah,” he chuckled, looking around. “You speak English.”

“I do.” At least you used to, before he spoke to you and you had to crane your neck upwards to meet his eyes. He had taken his sunglasses off at some point, you were too enamored by his waist to see much else.

“I said, ‘I haven’t seen anyone so beautiful in so long.’”

He swiped his thick thumb across his pouting lips while he waited for your response. That usually works, huh?

It did.

He was flirting with his bosses daughter. He had absolutely no idea who you were, where you were going after this. The power that you yielded, simply from the last name you held. You quietly laughed. He must think you’re full of information, by how hard he’s trying. Why wouldn’t you want to be full of him? He was trying to get something from you.

His demeanor shifted as he waited for a response. Not towards embarrassment, he doesn’t seem the type. More so towards, ‘Fuck. Maybe I came on a little too strong.”

You open your mouth, contemplating what to say next as your eyes return to his. A spark of something…lust? Recognition? No.

His gaze flickers before he turns his attention back to the snacks. He knows that this is the most important part of the conversation.

“I was thinking the same when I saw you walk through that door.” You surprised him. He sat down the crumpled bag and looked back at you.

“Is that so?” He started, but you interrupted, not wanting him to keep the conversation going and figure who you were, how young you were, that you weren’t worth a shit when it came to flirting. That you weren’t someone who couldn’t be an informant.

“Can I have one of those?” You pointed towards his crotch, meaning his back pocket where his tattered box of cigarettes sat against his ass. You watched as his smile spread, laughing beneath the deep breath he takes as he pulls them out and smacks them flat against his wide palm. He picks one and hands it to you.

He lowers his voice as he steps even closer. “You can have whatever you want, conejita. Let’s take this outside.”

You looked down at his fingers and imagined what they were capable of, how long they were. All of the spots inside of you that they could caress. You took the cigarette and looked into him.

“Let’s.”

You imagined Javier liked to keep his outside of work activities on the low. His dirty little secrets were easier to keep when he hid them behind the facade of work. Of doing good for the world. They also happened to do well with his cock. You wondered if he paid them, too.

Of course he does. He’s a gentleman. ‘Someone to rely on’.

You put it between your lips as he dug in his other pocket for his lighter. “How can you fit anything in those? Let alone find anything.”

“Hey, these jeans don’t look good on just anybody, baby.”

Baby.

You huff and he falls back, scrunching his eyebrows towards the setting sun as he lights his own cigarette, first. What a gentleman. The fine lines of his face soften after he takes a long hit.

His hands ghost your face as the click of the lighter ignites and the fire burns closely to your face.

“What’s your name, anyways?” You ask, pulling in the burn.

“Peña.”

“Do you have a first name? Or is the last one just cooler?” He smirks.

Both of you sat in silence for a moment, looking around the street at the children playing.

“S’not too safe for you out here right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Mierda, eres difícil, ¿no? Just trust me.” He huffed out a laugh.

So you did. There were eyes everywhere, if need be. You said what he had been pining for the entire time.

“So take me home then, Peña.”

He wasted no time walking you to where he was staying, the warmth of his palm not leaving your lower back until you made it to his front door. He had been trying to get small things out of you during the stroll. Where were you from? Why were you visiting? You didn’t give him much and you could tell it was bothering him. Every once in a while he would look down at you, his breath falling right into the ticklish spot on your ear. You wanted him.

It didn’t come as a surprise to either of you when he guided you in the door, shut it quickly and then grabbed the back of your head, moving his lips against yours.

He was soft and gentle, but his grip in your hair was stern- he’d seen the world, felt it. Watched it bleed, be unmerciful. He kissed you on your lips, then once on your cheek as an apology for not being able to contain himself. He kissed between your collar bones, lovingly, moving down to your breasts.

“How old are you again?”

“20’s. Old enough.” You were breathless. His lips were kissing at your sweat.

“Mhmm,” he moans against your skin.

“Gonna have to fuck it out of you, aren’t I?”

“I don’t give away information for free, Peña.”

“Get on the bed mi conejita.” He growled. For his line of work, he wasn’t very patient.

It was dark in his room, and the entirety of it smelled of him. You wanted to sink into his sheets and cover yourself in him. You made your way to the bed in the right corner of the room, the only light from the orange streetlights, barely on from the newly descending darkness.

He had been a flirt since the moment he opened his mouth, but he saved himself for the darkness. You prop yourself up, sitting at the middle edge of his bed with your feet on the ground, waiting for instruction. He seems like he’s the type who wants to be in charge.

His shirt is off quickly, and the amber light hugs the curves of his chest, his hips. His lips touch exactly what he wants them to, nothing more. You wanted them to wrap around you like they had his cigarette, before.

His nose kisses you, too. He kisses like he never will again. And he doesn’t, not really. Not many people have touched his lips, as compared to the rest of him.

He’s an angry man, it runs through his veins, and you can feel it in his force. But he wants so badly to be calm, still, soft, in the way he caresses you. How can you not be angry at the world when you’ve seen what he has?

The thing is, you have. Not to his extent, surely. But you’d seen a lot pass your dads desk.

“Now tell me, cariño, what do you need to give me what I want?” You scoffed as he pulled away, removing his arms from either side of you on his bed.

“Tell me your first name and then let me suck your cock.”

Who was winning at this game?

You pushed him forwards and made enough space in front of him for your body, as you slid down to your knees, hitting the hollow wood harder than anticipating as you unbuckle his belt. You go ahead and take it all the way off, kissing his stomach as you fidget with his zipper. His hair peaks out over the top of the layers as you impatiently pull his jeans lower.

He’s so hard that it’s making it difficult to take them off, cock pressing against the tight denim. He gasps softly as your hand reaches him. You pull his already showing head out of his boxers, licking your lips before wetting his tip and licking up anything he was already willing to give you.

“Javier,” He gasps his own name.

“Mmm,” you moan as you hold it in your hands. It’s heavy, long. His balls are heavier as you grasp them, only imagining the sound they’ll make slapping against your cunt.

You’d teased him enough.

“Javier,” you were whining now. He groaned at his name on your tongue, mixing with his precum.

“Hush and open your throat.”

You pushed your wet tongue into the bottom of your mouth, opening your lips wider in attempt to take him easily. But this wasn’t going to be easy, considering the size of him.

You let the saliva pool in your mouth and he lifts an eyebrow, asking for permission. You look up at him and nod.

Immediately his hand are in your hair, moving them around as he finds the right grip to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Too big baby? I thought you were a big girl? Old enough? That’s so cute, it’s not even all the way in. Let’s see if you can do it, hmm?” He lifts his head and it falls backwards as he takes your throat completely, your neck and body jumping at the intrusion. You find yourself lifting your hands to his hips, trying to find anything to hold onto as he fucks himself down your tongue and into the back of your mouth.

“So pretty, little bunny.” Finally revealing the nickname he gave you. “But I’m not finished yet.” You sputter around him, opening your throat even wider.

Your knees are carrying a dull ache, and you almost wish you hadn’t asked to suck him off. You remove yourself from him and attempt to catch your breath.

He continues carving out the shape of his cock in your throat and you relax, letting his angry head hit the back of your neck.

His voice is so deep, vibrating even, but his whimpers aren’t as they slip past his lips. He’s ruthless in his attempt.

“All done, sweet thing?” He pulls himself from your throat and looks at the connecting spit.

“I’m not. If this mouth isn’t gonna tell me what I want to hear than I might as well fill it as I see fit, yes?”

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Ya’ll, I saw this ask, thought about Javier smoking, and then this happened within 45 minutes…

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bluejutdae · 1 month

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One way emotion | Bang Chan

Notes: back at it with some Chris angst. Have fun :)

Warnings: toxic exes, sort of toxic Chan, sort of unreciprocated love, angst.

The bass from the party is still hurting your ears as you stumble out into the cool night air. The alcohol is still buzzing in your veins, making the world spin slightly. The cool hair makes you shiver but maybe it’ll help in trying to shake off the sense of discomfort that has been your companion all night. But it’s not the party that had you on edge; it was him.

Chris. Your ex boyfriend, Chris.

You knew he would be here, but you relied on the size of the house and the number of people present to avoid him. But fate is cruel, and he was always easy to find for you, a beacon that catches your eyes and your heart, no matter how much you wish it wouldn’t.

His presence is like a weight on your chest, pressing down on the raw wounds that haven’t yet healed since you broke up, and yet you danced around all night, like moths around a flame.

Your break up wasn’t a clean break, nothing between you and Chris ever was. Your relationship has been a mess of late night arguments, miscommunication, and hurt feelings. But there has also been love, at least from your side. So much love that it has almost burned you alive. You haven’t spoken in months,though, not since the last time you finally said enough was enough. But seeing him tonight is unraveling everything.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing outside, lost in your thoughts, when you hear the noise of steps behind you.

“Can we talk?” Chris’ voice is low, hesitant, almost like he isn’t sure he wants to talk.

“What’s there to talk about, Chris?”

“I just- I don’t like how we left things.”

You laugh a bitter laugh, shaking your head lightly. “You mean the screaming match in the middle of the street? That wasn’t our finest moment.”

“I just… I don’t want things to be like this between us.” Like this. Like, not talking. Like, not seeing each other. Like, crying yourself to sleep because the empty place he left behind is swallowing you whole. Does he cry himself to sleep too?

“And how exactly do you want things to be, Chris?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. He stares at his feet as the cool air of the night is still around you both. “I don’t know. I just- I miss you.”

The admission hangs between you, heavy and charged with everything that has gone unsaid for so long. It would be so easy to let yourself believe him. But you know better. You know what happens when you let yourself hope.

“You don’t miss me. You should have been there to really grow accustomed to me and, now, miss me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” You take a step closer to him, voice trembling with the effort of holding tears back. “You don’t get to show up out of nowhere and say you miss me, Chris. You don’t get to do that after everything we’ve been through.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, then, with a resigned sigh he nods. “You’re right. I don’t. But it doesn’t change the fact that I miss you.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” it’s clear you are on the verge of crying, it can be heard in your voice.I don’t know either,” he admits. “I just- I want to be close to you.”

Those words finally break you. The one thing you always craved from him is the one thing he has never been able to give you. He has always kept you at arm’s length, always just out of reach, always an afterthought, always less important than work. “We can’t do this again. We’re bad for each other.”

He doesn’t argue with you because he knows it’s true. But instead of walking away, instead of leaving you alone like you know he should, he closes the distance between you. And before you know it, you’re leaning into him.

“Just for tonight,” he murmurs.

You know you should say no. But the need is too deep. So, you nod, and that’s all it takes for him to close the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate kiss.

The kiss is rough, messy, full of teeth and tongue. It isn’t gentle, it isn’t sweet. It’s a fight, a struggle for survival that neither of you ever really wins.

Before you know it, you’re in his car. The leather seats cold against your skin as you tug at each other’s clothes.

The sex is intense as always, all consuming, leaving you breathless and aching in the best way possible. But when it’s over, when the rush fades and reality sets in, you’re left with that same hollow feeling in your chest, the same emptiness that has been there all along.

As you sit there in the backseat, both your breathing heavy, you know nothing has changed. Chris is silent beside you, his arm draped over his eyes, as if he can’t even bear to look at you. You want to say something, to ask him what he’s thinking, but you don’t know if you really wanna know the answer.

You want to tell him that you love him, that you always have, but the words are stuck in your throat, choking you.

So you say nothing, letting the silence create an ever bigger distance between you two. The truth is, Chris won’t stay. He never does. And you will be left alone again, trying to piece together the fragments of your heart, knowing that no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to forget him.

Because, again, the truth is, you don’t want to. You love him, even if he doesn’t love you like you do. And that is the most painful part of all.

As you fix your clothes, bitter tears finally come. Chris doesn’t reach out to comfort you, doesn’t hold you the way you wish he would. He just lays there, his breathing slow and steady, as if he is already a million miles away.

And you know that this is the end. Not the end of your story, but the end of the hope that has kept you holding on for so long. There is no future for you and Chris, no happy ending. Just this: meaningless sex in the dark, followed by the cold reality.

#bluejutdae #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #chan x you #Chan angst

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lilspacewolfie · 1 month

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Breathe With Me

I wrote this to overcome some anxiety. It's been sitting in my drafts for like 3 days. I hope it brings comfort to someone <3

Content: 1.5k words, Terzo x f!reader, SFW, only mild nsfw i guess since naked cuddling happens, anxious reader, soft terzo, co-regulation, breathing techniques, no beta we die like sister imperator.

Mornings like this are a love-hate.

Love; because your gorgeous bambino, your rock, your Terzo, is sprawled by your side. The two of you have shared a shower, and breakfast, but ultimately have ended up back in last night's sheets—limbs tangled and naked bodies warmed, pressed so tightly together in your sleep-haze and exhaustion.

You would love it more if you didn’t feel the sickly, tight sensation that slowly bloomed once more when your head and body synced up. As fast as you try to run from it, to fall back into slumber, it's no use. It’s going to be another horrid day.

That is the hate. The anxiety has lingered for days, ebbing and flowing, with no real signs of stopping or slowing down. When you think it's getting better, it envelops and drags you into its depths again. Some days you can’t even move. Some days, you don’t want to. Yesterday had been marginally better, but for whatever reason today, it's back with a vengeance and you can’t bring yourself to move from the bed. The whole room smells of musk and the warmth of sleepy bodies. It should be perfect. Any other morning it would be. Maybe you’re ok with bedrotting a bit today.

The previous night had been the worst of it. Your stomach had been aching with the need for food, but the idea had been about as appealing as drinking from the sea. You hadn’t even been sure you could’ve kept anything down, aside from water, and Terzo; wonderfully, sweet and ever-patient Terzo had been there at your side—understanding, listening intensely while you wept in his arms, offering tender strokes through your hair and hushed coos of affections.

It wasn’t often you got like this, but when you did, you knew at least you could fall onto Terzo.

You trust Terzo. He is your rock, your anchor. You don't need anyone else.

Your heavy lids flutter, barely cracking up to gaze at the ceiling above before closing again. A sigh leaves you, heavy with a sensation like you’re breathing out smoke. It’s as if a thick layer of tar is coating your lungs, making it hard to catch your breath. You can't catch a full breath. You haven’t been able to for days. No matter how you try to silence the voice in your head, bury those thoughts behind a green-tinted haze or the company of your fellow Siblings, it is utterly useless.

Beside you, Terzo shifts. Your amore. Your everything. You cringe a little, your eyes fluttering open when you feel the brush of soft fingertips across your forehead. You’re on your back, hands curled close to your chest and equally as naked as he propped up beside you.

The soft orange of the rising sun streams in through the blinds, haloing his dark head of charming, sleep-dishevelled hair. His bangs fall around his mismatched eyes, brushing the tops of his paintless cheeks. He’s scanning you for your tells, to make sure the touch is not too painful or unwarranted as he brushes back your hair against his lush pillows. You don't have the voice, currently, to tell him how much his warmth is desired. He has an almost magnetic way of grounding you from little more than a mere touch.

“It is back today, yes?” He whispers, propping himself up more comfortably beside you, keeping himself pressed close.

You nod, the best you can. Words are tangled in your throat, wrapped around your tongue, thick, foreign and sharp as barbed wire when you swallow. Terzo clicks his tongue in a soft tut—not to scold you, you know well enough by now the sounds of his frustrations when he knows he cannot physically remove the affliction that burns you.

When he cups your cheek, you slide a hand from where it rests on your stomach and press the back of your knuckles to his chest. The dark hair that furs his skin from his breast down the swell of his stomach is soft, flecked charming silver—your personal pillows that you take great pride in resting on in quieter evenings, much to Terzo’s delight.

Beneath your knuckles, you feel his heart beating a slow, steady rhythm. You like to rest your head there, knowing he’s as steady as a reed in a hurricane.

“Tell me where it is today, amore,” his husky, Italian accent curls around your words, making you shiver. “In your body. Show me where you feel it. Let me help you, sì?”

You take his hand from your cheek, worldless and a little shaky, pressing his palm to the centre of your sternum between your naked breast. Your own heart is thumping, not fast or frantic, but heavy like a lead weight. You know the signal, your body is screaming that something is wrong but there’s no adrenaline, just a heightened sensitivity that you feel thrumming through your entire body. It hisses in your bones, heats your skin and makes you feel sweaty without the dampness. But nothing is wrong, really, it’s just a build-up of stress, anxiety—of being in your own head that’s made it like this. You hate your own awareness, at times.

Terzo’s large palm flattens over your skin, and he knows what you’re asking for without you even having to voice it. You press closer, closing your eyes, and letting out another shaky breath. Terzo hums a soft, encouraging noise and curls around you, weaving his legs with yours and your breathing hitches. You would crawl inside his ribcage and make your home there if you could. To be nestled so close to his heart that beats for you.

“Easy, easy,” he croons, stroking your hair with his other hand. “That’s it Amore. I am here, my sweet. Listen to my voice, sì? Just focus on your breathing.”

Your bedrock. Your love. You trust him. Again, you nod. You know this. Co-regulation with breathing, a firm hand applying needed pressure or a tight squeeze in a hug. While it won't fix the problem entirely, you’ve come to learn its pros with Terzo’s help. You’ve hugged yourself plenty of times, wedged yourself in a tight space just to feel the squeeze.

“Bene, bene,” Terzo soothes. “Proprio così, tesoro mio.”

He then applies a gentle pressure, light enough to not hurt you, but enough that you feel it through to your spine. It immediately radiates through your body.

“Now breathe,” he tells you in a whisper.

You breathe.

In.

Hold for five.

Out again.

You repeat it, eyes shut tight when they prickle. Terzo’s plush mouth grazes your forehead and soft words in Italian—encouraging and low—spill from his mouth.

You breathe in.

Hold.

Count to five.

Out again.

You don't know how long you keep it up for, and the gravel of sleep in Terzo’s voice lulls you into something like relaxation. You feel his thumb swipe over your skin, in the dip of your chest. The pressure is intimate, so close to your heart and needed. You breathe. Slow. In. You feel the air fill your lungs and hear the air leave you. Out.

Slow.

In.

Out.

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You wake, slow and groggy. When exactly you fell asleep you’re not quite sure, but your head lulls against the lush mound of pillows. The sun is higher now, its rays more white than gold. You blink in your wake, watching the tiny particles still in its rays. You sigh, heavy, exhausted. You could easily go back to sleep.

But you don’t. Not when the smell of fresh cornetti and sweet syrup goodness tickles at your nose—that must’ve been what roused you.

When you hear soft footballs padding to the door, you turn your head just in time to see Terzo stepping through, dressed in one of his purple cotton robes and carrying a golden tray that has a plate on it. There’s a stack of cornetti’s and a small dish of jam on the side.

“Ah, good afternoon, amore,” he greets you as he rounds the bed to your side. “Are you hungry?”

You move to sit up, letting him halfway. You rub your head, put a hand over your groggy features and blink at him.

“You made cornetti’s?” You say dumbly, watching him, your voice is gravelly with little usage over the past two days.

“Of course I did,” Terzo purrs as he sits beside you by your hip, his bare face lighting up and his duo-chrome eyes blinking slowly. “How are you feeling?” He then asks.

You take a moment and close your eyes, searching through your body. It’s still there, though much smaller. It’s easier to breathe and you don’t feel sick anymore.

“Better. A lot better. Thank you,” you manage.

“Bene. I’m glad to hear that, amore.”

You lift your chin and catch Terzo’s eye. He holds the tray out for you to take it with a little wink, and you do, gratefully.

“And don’t worry,” Terzo continues, dramatically. “I won’t be absolutely distraught if you don’t eat them all.”

You laugh at his teasing and flush. You’re naked, about to cornetti’s in bed. It shifts the weight that’s been pressed into your stomach.

You are grateful for his understanding, his patience and his love. It’s all you need. You don’t need anyone else but him.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#the band ghost #ghost #terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #i know there are a few errors i dont have the energy to fix them

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clarisse0o · 15 days

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Camp Wiegman-Part 67

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 6K

Masterlist

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Friday, March 5th; 11:15 PM - On the plane.

"Sweetheart," Lucy whispers to me. "We're about to land."

I groan, sinking into what seems to be her neck, judging by the familiar scent reaching my nose. I’m so comfortable. I don’t want to open my eyes, but I feel like I have to when she alternates between caressing and shaking my thigh. A grumble escapes me, making my girlfriend laugh.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Don't make me take drastic measures."

I can’t help but smile. I missed that nickname.

"I’d like to see you try."

My voice is rough, betraying my six hours of sleep. Lucy runs her hand through my hair, making me hum with satisfaction. Reuniting with her after a week of classes feels so good. I’ve worked so hard that I’m completely drained. I pull back to stretch, and Lucy waits until I’m done to kiss me. I glance to the other side, where Ingrid is still lost in her own world with her headphones on. Either she woke up before me, or she hasn’t moved since takeoff.

"Am I the only one who slept?" I ask.

"Mmhmm," she teases.

I sigh and cuddle back against Lucy. We still have a few minutes left. She kisses the top of my head, making me shiver.

"It feels like ages since I’ve been home."

"A month," Lucy comments.

"It feels longer."

It really does. Ingrid and Mapi had started dating at my place. A little month, and yet so much happiness has been shared since then. I hope it lasts. The plane lands smoothly, and the passengers disembark with a bit of jostling. Shay wasn’t here this time, but I hope to see her on the way back. I liked her. We make our way to the terminal. Hector is picking us up, but I’m not surprised to see Mapi by his side. She rushes into her beloved’s arms, who welcomes her warmly. We take the opportunity to greet my driver, who seems happy to see us again. After picking up our luggage, we head out. I sit up front to give Mapi and Ingrid time to catch up. As for me, I’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the arms of my girlfriend, which I missed so much last night. I sleep much better with her, but I’m not complaining. We have weekends, and not everyone is that lucky.

The ride is short. Mapi's conversations make time fly. Everyone seems full of energy except me, even though I slept. I’m lucky my suitcase is the lightest. I didn’t bring much, following Lucy’s advice. That way, I’ll be able to bring some stuff back to Manchester. Our move is progressing, and it makes me happy. When we arrive at the house, I expect Lucy to greet me, but to my surprise, my mom welcomes us instead.

"Good evening, girls. I hope you had a good trip."

"Hey, Mom. Yeah, it wasn’t too bad."

"Speak for yourself. You slept the whole way," Ingrid mocks, making Mapi laugh.

I glare at her, but Lucy quickly pulls me into her arms to ease my tension.

"Okay, that’s enough."

"Can we go upstairs?" I suggest with a tired sigh.

I’m not in the mood to face everything right now, even though I came to settle many things. Lucy smiles and kisses my forehead.

"Yes, I think we’re all exhausted."

"We’ll chat tomorrow morning over breakfast," my mom agrees.

"You’ll be there?" I ask, surprised.

"I’m on duty for a few hours in the late afternoon tomorrow, but otherwise, I’m free for the weekend. I had some hours to take, so I arranged it because I knew you’d be coming."

"Oh... okay. Do you know if Joan is in my room?"

"I don’t think so. I put him to bed in his own room, and I haven’t heard a peep since. Who knows, maybe he’s changed rooms."

I nod and thank her for the info, though it doesn’t help much. We exchange goodnights before heading upstairs. The girls take their usual room, and Lucy and I go to mine. I don’t turn on the light until I’m sure my brother isn’t there. Surprisingly, he’s really not, but I’m not going to complain. It means I can enjoy Lucy’s company as much as I want.

"I’m going to change," Lucy announces after rummaging through her suitcase.

"Yep. Hurry up."

She winks at me before slipping behind the bathroom door. She acts like she’s at home, and I love it. I quickly change in the dressing room, wearing one of my dad’s old T-shirts. I don’t bother with shorts since the shirt falls almost mid-thigh. Lucy’s seen me in less, and I feel comfortable with her now. It’s not like she’d take advantage of the situation. I’m done by the time she reopens the door. I join her to brush my teeth, admiring her curves highlighted by a tank top and shorts while she finishes the task herself.

"I’m almost done," she says with a mouthful.

"Take your time," I reply with a smile.

She rinses and wipes her mouth, finally giving me space. I quickly brush my teeth and rush to join her in bed, where she’s already lying down. I make sure to turn off all the lights before lying beside her. A satisfied sigh escapes me. I particularly love my bed, especially when I’m sharing it with Lucy.

"For a change, could you hold me tonight?" she asks unexpectedly.

Her request catches me off guard, but I immediately turn toward her and wrap my arms around her.

"You don’t need to ask," I murmur. "Come here."

A few seconds later, I can feel her against me, her breath brushing my chest. My T-shirt had ridden up, but I didn’t mind. Lucy took the opportunity to slip her arms underneath. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but she didn’t push the intimacy.

"I missed you," she whispers.

"I missed you too," I admit. "So much."

I kiss her face repeatedly. She hums little sounds of amusement.

"Good night, my love," I finish, kissing her lips.

"Good night," she mumbles in return. "I love you."

Smiling, I fall asleep without any trouble.

Saturday, March 6th; 9:30 AM - At Ona’s house.

The atmosphere in the house felt strange this morning. When Lucy and I came downstairs, I was surprised to find Marcus in the living room, reading the newspaper, waiting for breakfast. That wasn’t all. Samuel wasn’t in the kitchen today. It was my mom making pancakes, burning her fingers in the process, with Joan. Something had definitely changed.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Ona!"

"Oh, hey girls. Did you sleep well?"

I hugged my brother as Lucy answered my mom, saying everything was fine.

"Where’s Samuel?" I asked.

"I gave him the weekend off. Marcus and I are here, so we didn’t want to bother him."

"Oh..."

I struggled to hide my disappointment. I would have loved to see him again, just like I miss Lucy so much.

"Can we help with anything?" Lucy offered, noticing my reaction.

"The table isn’t set yet, but don’t worry about it. I’ll do it when I’m done here."

"No, we’ll do it," Lucy insisted. "Will you help me, sweetheart? I don’t know where the silverware is."

I obey without showing my joy. First, I set Joan down after kissing his cheek. Then, I help Lucy find everything and bring it to the dining room.

"She's trying to be nice, so please, don't lose your temper," my girlfriend scolds me when we're alone.

"Something's off. This house has never been this calm and full before," I say, placing the silverware after Lucy set the plates down.

She stops and cups my face, making it impossible for me to look away.

"Stop overthinking."

"You don't know them," I say, raising my voice in a whisper, forcing her to let go. "They’ve never spent a weekend together at home."

"Maybe they talked things out. Didn’t you say things weren’t going well with Joan?"

"Hmm," I respond uncertainly. "Usually, when things seem this way, something bad is about to happen."

She sighs, offering a small smile.

"Nothing will happen today if you just relax. I'm here, okay? And I always will be. Just stop expecting the worst in this house."

I sigh and nod, struggling to believe her, but I’ll trust her for now. Mapi and Ingrid interrupt us at that moment, and then my mother enters with a huge plate of pancakes. The girls look happy and it’s nice to see. We sit down for breakfast. I’m having a hard time enjoying myself, especially since Joan has placed himself between Lucy and me. I notice he seems more cheerful than last week when he stayed with us. Maybe Lucy is right. Conversations start flowing at the table. I don't feel like joining in, too lost in my thoughts, and Lucy notices. When she finishes eating, she lets her hand linger near my neck, a silent reminder of her support, all while sipping her coffee and engaging in the discussion.

"What do you all have planned today?" my mother asks.

"We’re not sure yet. Nothing special," Lucy replies.

"But I can tell you we won't be here tonight," I say calmly.

"Yeah, it’s going to be a party!" Mapi adds.

"Really? You’re going out? Where to?" my mother asks excitedly.

"Ah, that’s a surprise. It’s our couples' anniversary, so we’re celebrating!" Mapi grins.

"Already? Time flies."

I sigh softly. If Lucy weren’t touching me, I would've gotten up long ago to clear my plate. My mother, sitting next to me at the head of the table, smiles at me timidly, but I don't return it. I feel uncomfortable in this picture-perfect family atmosphere.

"I’d like to take a walk along the beach," I say to Lucy. "It’s been a long time since I’ve been."

"We can go, if you want. The weather looks nice outside, and I haven’t been yet," she replies.

"It’s already warmer than Manchester," I remark.

"You’ll have to get used to it," she teases.

I smile, nodding. It’s the right time to share the news. We haven’t told anyone yet, and while it might seem obvious, it’s good to confirm it.

"I’ve decided to move in with Lucy," I announce bluntly.

"Really?" Ingrid exclaims. "Since when?"

"You two are so secretive, it’s unbelievable," Mapi adds, looking more surprised than anything.

My smile widens despite myself. She really knows how to lighten the mood. I glance at Lucy, who keeps supporting me from where she sits.

"We decided last week."

"Well, the house will stay quiet, then," Marcus comments.

"It’s sudden," my mother adds.

"It was a bit of an impulsive decision," Lucy admits.

"We had a bit of a spat over the gallery’s response," I explain.

"Oh, did you finally get an answer?" my mother asks, surprised. "What did they say?"

"They want to send me to Cardiff. I’m applying elsewhere. We prepared my applications this week, and they were sent yesterday, just before we left."

"But it’s a good opportunity," Marcus remarks.

"I know, but I don’t want to be far from Lucy. I have a meeting with Mr. Fields next Monday. We’ll see how it goes," I shrug. "Either way, my decision is made."

"Let’s wait for the meeting first," my girlfriend interjects. "The decision isn't final yet."

I feel like she still hopes I’ll accept the offer… Or maybe she just wants to reassure my mother and Marcus? Either way, if it’s the first, she’ll have to accept it won’t happen because, for me, it’s already clear.

"Well…" my mother says, getting up from the table.

"You’ll stay for lunch, right? I’m making lasagna."

The girls look at me with starry eyes. I roll mine and end up agreeing to please them. Lasagna, of all things—one of my favorite dishes. At least we’d enjoy the morning here. Everyone pitches in to clear the table first. I'm not sure how it happened, but at one point, I found myself alone with my mother in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher.

"So…" she starts. "Everything’s good with Lucy?"

"Uh, yeah. I think my decision to move in with her says a lot."

"True…"

"And how’s Joan? Is he behaving better?"

I had checked in with her last week to make sure Mapi and Joan had arrived safely. I’d briefly mentioned my concerns, but since it was late in Barcelona, we hadn’t had time to delve deeper into the conversation.

"A little. We’re slowly getting him back on track. Marcus and I have adjusted our schedules so one of us is always around to be with him."

I nod. Lucy was right. That’s already a good step. I didn’t have that privilege. Lucy was the one who took care of me when I got home from school.

"During the day, he’s fine. The main issue is after school. But we can’t always be available; we both have demanding jobs."

"At least he’s seeing you more. What about Sofia and Sam? You’re not planning to let them go, are you?"

"Oh no! They do so much for us that the thought never crossed our minds. Now that we’re around more, we try to give them more time off when it suits them. I think Samuel even went away for the weekend with his boyfriend."

"Okay," I murmur. "That’s good, then."

I turn around when I hear footsteps and feel relieved to see Lucy. Her timing couldn’t have been better. She brings in the last of the dishes. We exchange a smile.

"Need any help here?"

"Oh no, we’re almost done."

"The girls are settled on the couch. Apparently, Joan picked Mulan… The animated one, of course."

I chuckle softly, just imagining Mapi watching a Disney movie. I stop when I realize Lucy is serious.

"Really?"

"Yep. And he’s asking for you, but I bet you guessed that."

I groan, causing my mother to laugh. I hadn’t imagined our morning ending like this, but well, we’re family after all.

"Go ahead. I’ll finish up."

"Thanks."

I put away the last plate before heading off with my girlfriend. She wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"Everything okay?" she asks, kissing my temple.

"Let’s say it is…" I exhale.

"Did she tell you what she wanted to?"

I frown, realizing I’d completely forgotten about that in the middle of everything. She had insisted on sharing some big news.

"No. I forgot all about it. We talked about Joan instead."

"You’ll tell me later," she says as we enter the living room.

The couch has been pulled out into a bed. Our friends are already lying on one side, with my brother in the middle. His face lights up when he sees us.

"Can we start?"

"Yeah, just give us a second," I laugh. "Let us settle in."

I sit next to her and snuggle up to Lucy when she joins me. Maybe this moment won’t be as bad as I thought. My brother starts the movie, but honestly, I don’t pay much attention. I’m too focused on the soothing touch of my girlfriend. It’s so comforting and relaxing.

Saturday, March 6th, 6:30 PM – At Ona’s Place

I’m nervous. I look at myself in the mirror one more time. I think I look beautiful, wearing a dress and heels. I hope Lucy finds me beautiful too. I’m not used to seeing myself like this, even less with Mapi, who’s sitting on my bed looking just as stylish.

"Everything will be fine, you know," she teases. "It’s not like this is your first date."

"I know," I murmur. "Do you have the tickets I asked for?"

"Oh yeah, they’re downstairs," she says, standing up.

"Downstairs? What are they doing down there?"

"Well, did you think I’d risk Ingrid finding them? The last thing I needed was her thinking they were for her, and then I’d have to explain everything."

"Hum..."

I take a deep breath. I’m a little scared. I planned to go to the Barcelona theatre for a show. I had fallen in love with it and wanted Lucy to experience our theatre. This was the perfect opportunity. But of course, dinner had to come first. I chose a casual restaurant. I wanted to impress, but not too much. I wanted it to feel like us. We didn’t need anything grandiose—just a moment to share, like we always love.

"Alright, can we go down? I’m sure the girls are already waiting for us."

"Yeah, I think so."

She laughs, patting my back.

"Come on, stop. You’ve already won her heart. Tonight’s just a romantic evening."

She winks at me, and I smile. She’s right. We just need to enjoy ourselves. That’s the theme of this weekend. The afternoon was already amazing by the beach. I loved seeing it again. I missed the scenery, but I can’t complain about where I am now.

"Let’s go. We don’t want to keep them waiting."

The girls got ready in the guest room that Mapi and Ingrid were staying in. Lucy just grabbed her bag and locked herself in there. Now, I’m eager to see her again. We head downstairs quietly. My anxiety returns as we descend the stairs. I hope we’re the first ones down, but of course, we’re not. Ingrid and Lucy are already there, chatting and even laughing with my mom. She looks stunning, just as I expected. She’s wearing a navy blue dress with an open back. The front is held by a strap around her neck. I stand there for a moment, just admiring her. She’s the first to move, walking toward me in her white heels. She takes my hand to help me down the last few steps and plants a kiss on it.

"You look stunning, my love," she murmurs, pulling me into her arms, making me melt completely.

"You’re not too bad yourself."

She laughs softly. I’m tempted to kiss her, but I remember we’re not alone. Mapi has joined Ingrid, and my mom is watching from the side.

"Shall we go?"

"Yes... Did you manage to get the car keys?"

"Of course. Your mom seems to trust me more than she trusts you."

"That’s undeniable," I say, rolling my eyes, making my girlfriend laugh.

"Have a great evening, girls," my mom says as we head outside.

"Thank you."

Outside, I’m surprised to see not one, but two cars. It makes things easier, but I wasn’t expecting it. There’s Hector’s car and my mom’s.

"Well, I guess this is where we part ways," Ingrid says.

It’s at that moment that I take a good look at her. It’s the first time I’ve seen her looking so different. She’s dressed up for a night out as well.

"Yeah," my girlfriend responds. "Have a great evening on your side. See you later, maybe."

As she speaks, she opens the door to my mom’s Jeep. I get in, feeling a bit uneasy. I don’t have great memories in this car, the few times I’ve been in it. It’s what she used to take me to my detox sessions at the hospital, at least when she could. Lucy takes the driver’s seat, and we’re the first to leave. I’m floating on a little cloud, with her hand resting on my thigh. She hums along to the song on the radio, and after a while, I realize she’s driving without me giving her any directions. Then, I remember—I forgot to get the tickets!

"You know!" I exclaim.

She laughs heartily, squeezing my knee in her palm.

"Sorry, baby. I hope you won’t be mad, but I made a small change to your plans."

"W-what? What do you mean?"

She smiles, glancing at me briefly before turning her eyes back to the road, knowing I prefer that.

"Mapi told Ingrid she was panicking because she lost the tickets for what you had planned, and she didn’t dare tell you."

I widen my eyes. Sure, the theatre was important to me, but I wouldn’t have been mad at Mapi for something out of her control.

"Of course, I found out and contacted Mapi. I offered to take over the planning and make it a last-minute surprise for you. So here we are. I hope you won’t be upset that I made that decision."

I exhale softly. I don’t know if I want to be mad at them or not. I was really looking forward to organizing this evening for once, but at the same time, it’s so sweet. I can’t be mad at her for this. She always wants to make me happy.

"I know you wanted to plan this evening yourself... but I just love surprising you. I can’t help it."

What did I just say? I laugh as she brings my hand to her lips. This woman will drive me crazy. I definitely can’t be mad at her.

"You’re not mad, are you?"

"No... So, what have you planned instead?"

"You’ll find out soon enough. Don’t expect anything wild. It’s just us tonight."

We had the same idea—it’s amazing. I smile, feeling at peace.

"I’m already excited then."

We reach the city center, and I recognize the street we’re on. I think I know where we’re going, but I wait until we’re closer to be sure. She must’ve gotten the idea from Mapi. There’s no other way—she doesn’t know anything about my old life, let alone my habits. She parks the car, and with a squeeze on my thigh, I understand I should stay in my seat. She walks around to open my door and offers me her arm.

"Really?" I tease playfully.

"Only the best for my lady," she replies with a mischievous grin as we start walking.

"But tonight was supposed to be my chance to be the gentlewoman. You missed the boat, what a shame."

She laughs and kisses my cheek.

"This night doesn’t belong to anyone in particular. What I mean is, it’s our night—just the two of us."

"You’re right."

I hold onto her arm and rest my head on her shoulder, smiling as I see the Arkadia sign glowing red in the distance. It’s been a while since I’ve been here.

"You know where we’re going, don’t you?"

I laugh a little, taking my eyes off the sign. She must’ve noticed my gaze. I have a lot of memories here, with Mapi and my high school friends. We used to hang out here a lot when Miller didn’t throw a party. I’m eager to see if the place has changed.

"It was obvious the second you drove by here," I admit.

"I’m becoming predictable—that’s not good."

I giggle again, leaning into her a little more.

"Don’t be silly, baby. It was unexpected, really. I was expecting the theatre, so you know."

"The theatre? That was your plan?"

"Mmhmm," I confirm. "With a nice little dinner before, but yeah."

"I didn’t know you liked that."

"It depends on the show. When my dad came back from missions, he’d take me there every time. I loved going because it was our moment, you know?"

"I see," she smiles. "One day, I’ll take you to the one in Porto."

"Are you crazy? The shows there cost an arm and a leg, and they’re not even the best. But I’d love to visit it. »

- Very well, Princess. We'll visit it when we go to Porto then.

I smile as she opens the door for me to enter the restaurant/bar. The décor hasn’t changed one bit over the years. It’s a totally modern style with a central bar and all the tables surrounding it.

- Oh, I can’t believe it... Ona Batlle! It’s been a while!

- Sterling? I’m surprised. Hey.

I awkwardly accept his embrace, which catches me off guard. He’s an old high school friend. We were never particularly close. He was an athlete, and we were always in the same class. We know each other that way, but also from a few parties we attended together thanks to mutual friends.

- How are you? What have you been up to? he asks, stepping back.

- I’m doing pretty well, I say as I feel a hand slide across my back.

I glance at Lucy and give her a soft smile.

- Let me introduce you. Sterling, an old high school classmate. Sterling, this is my girlfriend, Lucy.

- Well, you must be doing really well, he laughs. Hi.

He extends his hand to Lucy. She takes it for a polite handshake but doesn’t say anything.

- Do you still hear from Mapi? he asks. She still comes by here from time to time, unlike you.

- Oh, yes, yes. We see each other regularly when I’m here. I live in Manchester now. And you, what are you doing here? Do you work here?

- Yeah, on weekends. I’m still in college, so I need a bit of cash.

Lucy clears her throat, catching Sterling’s attention. I hold back a smile. She just can’t help herself.

- I’ve reserved a table for two under the name Woods, she announces.

- Oh yeah, sure. Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you. It’s just been a while since we last saw each other. Come on, I’ll show you to your table.

- Could we get one of the round tables in the back? I ask. That’s my favorite spot.

- Yeah, I think that can be arranged.

He takes us exactly where I wanted. I love these spots because the seating wraps around the table in an arc, and there are walls that go all the way up to the ceiling, shielding us from the other tables. The other side has chairs, but what I love most is how cozy it feels, making the space less noisy.

- Here you go, ladies. I’ll leave you with the menus and be back to check on you.

- Thank you.

I slide onto the bench first, quickly followed by my girlfriend. This way, we sit side by side.

- I can see why you like these seats, Lucy murmurs.

- It’s perfect for tonight, don’t you think?

- Exactly, she says, picking up the menu. We can eat and have a drink here, right?

- We don’t have to stay here the whole night.

- No. This is great for tonight. I even saw a pool table over there...

- Yeah, there’s a pool table here, I giggle. Maybe it’s time for you to give me a private lesson, you being the expert. Maybe I can finally beat your friends.

She laughs and nods.

- That would be an idea, because you’re a walking disaster at pool.

- Hey, that’s not my fault, I pout.

- I never said it was, she teases. So, what do you recommend from the menu?

- Everything, I laugh. No, for real, we could order something to share. Like this dish, look. My friends and I used to get this because it was cheap, and we could split the bill.

- Don’t worry about the price. I’m paying tonight.

- No, I always pay! You could let me pay for once!

- No way, she smiles. Since I planned tonight, I’m going all the way.

- You have a secret stash of money or something?

She laughs heartily at my little joke. I actually wonder how much she earns because she never seems to have any complaints, considering what she owns.

- Nonsense. I’m just well-paid, that’s all. And since I’m still in school, I don’t have daily expenses, so I save a lot. Plus, I got paid for the nights and weekends I worked... thanks to you, by the way, she laughs. So, yeah.

- Well, when you put it like that... Do you pay for your meals?

- No, it’s included in my contract, along with my living expenses for staying in the dorm.

- That’s amazing!

- Not really. It’s a private school. It’s either you or your parents, in your case, who pay for the teachers. Plus, there are partnerships, like with the government. There aren’t many schools like Camp Wiegman.

- Did you know the Putellas and Leah and Alessia families ended up there because of a judge? I ask her.

- Yes, I knew thanks to Ingrid.

- Does everyone confide in you?

- Yes. We don’t let students leave until they’ve talked at least once about why they’re there. We want it to have a freeing effect on them, you know? Not everyone has someone to listen to them.

- That was the case for me, I murmur. But you had to push hard before I opened up.

- That’s true, she laughs. You weren’t easy, but I understand why. It depends on the case... Like Alexia, for example. Within two weeks, we knew why she and her sister were there. Ingrid practically let her go right away. She was a good student and didn’t have any internal struggles.

- That doesn’t surprise me. She’s always been happy and studious.

- She was relieved to be there, you could tell.

- Well, the school brought them stability, and she no longer had to worry about her sister taking care of everything on her own.

- That’s true.

A brief silence falls between us. I close the menu after glancing through it quickly. It hasn’t changed, so I already know what I’m going to order.

- Have you decided?

- Yeah. I’m getting what I always get.

- And what’s that?

- A Margarita cocktail. It’s excellent here.

- Well then, I’ll follow your lead.

The evening goes perfectly. We order quickly, and we talk, laugh, and eat... all while staying close to each other. I wouldn’t trade this night for anything in the world. This was our first night out alone, and I regret that we don’t do it more often. I get to hear numerous anecdotes she shares over drinks and our shared plate.

- I’ve always wanted to travel, she tells me.

- Really?

- Yeah. I think the world hides so many secrets. I’ve never had the chance to go to America, for example.

- I’ve been there once, I confess. When I was little, but honestly, I don’t remember much.

- What country did you visit?

- Cuba, I think, one summer. My mom loves warm places. That’s why she chose Barcelona.

- Cuba, she murmurs. It must be a beautiful country.

- I’d love to visit Argentina one day. I hear everything there is gorgeous.

- That’s true, she agrees, nodding. Egypt too. It must be amazing to see a pyramid. Or New Zealand.

- Oh, and Japan too! I add.

- Japan? she raises an eyebrow. I’m not sure you’d like the weather there, she laughs. You’re always complaining about Manchester, and it probably rains even more there.

- Yeah, well, I’d get used to it. It’s not like a week would kill me.

- Noted, she smiles, popping one of the last fries from the plate into her mouth.

- Oh no, I see what you’re up to! You need to stop getting ahead of my surprise ideas.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about, she replies with a mischievous grin.

- Yeah, right! You’re always one step ahead of me!

- You’re exaggerating.

- No, I giggle. Look at tonight. I had everything planned, and you just flipped it all.

- I didn’t flip anything, she laughs. Maybe you had something special planned that I didn’t know about? she teases me.

I blush, remembering what I had intended to do tonight. Maybe now is the time to make my announcement. Lucy notices my state and smiles gently.

- Oh, so you did have something planned? she teases again.

- Stop it, I giggle, lightly pushing her away. Or I’ll cancel what I was going to do.

Oh, threats now?

She laughs but steps back to give me space. I clear my throat and turn slightly on the bench to face her, trying to show her that this is serious. She doesn't take it that way at all. She looks like she's teasing me, with her head resting on her hand and a small smile on her lips. I can't speak anymore. The apprehension of opening up to her leaves me speechless. But she gives me time. So I watch her, especially her beautiful eyes. From the first day, they had haunted me. I could always relive that moment as if it were yesterday. I was frozen, trapped in that disorienting vision. It was silent, for the first time that evening. I take advantage of it to gently touch her beautiful face, tracing its contours. Lucy says nothing. She lets me rediscover her with her eyes closed. I touch everywhere: her eyebrows, her chin, her nose, her lips... I linger on the latter before kissing her as tenderly as possible. We rediscover each other softly before separating again. There's no trace of amusement on her face anymore. She understands that this is serious. So, I begin.

"I love you," I murmur. "I love you so much... You're the person I've always wanted in my life. You really don’t understand what you mean to me. You make me better... you make me happy. If we ever talk about breaking up, it would never come from me. Because I love you so much. Like I've never loved anyone before. Y-you must be my soulmate. I can’t see it any other way..."

The words are strong, but I had to let them out. I’d been holding it in for too long. My eyes fill with tears. Lucy is in the same state as me. It's the first time I've seen her eyes this watery. She says nothing, though, and panic starts to rise in me. Maybe I went too far, talking about soulmates? But that’s what I feel, and she deserves to know. She, who has waited for me all this time. She, who has accepted me with my character, my flaws, and my mood swings. To be honest, I don't even like myself sometimes.

"Lucy, I-"

"Shhh."

Her fingers brush my lips, encouraging me to stay silent. She replaces them with her lips, starting another kiss. Soft at first, then rougher towards the end. We can't hold back anymore. Our emotions speak for us. We kiss, again and again, barely pausing for breath, closing the gap between us as much as possible. The only regret I have is being in a public place. I have this overwhelming urge to tear off her clothes, to discover this body that belongs to me.

"I-I want you," I whisper against her lips in a moment of euphoria.

My comment breaks the powerful connection between us. We’re both out of breath. She smiles at me before resting her forehead against mine. This moment allows us to come down from our high, eyes closed. I blush, realizing what I just said. When I open my eyes, Lucy is already looking at me. Her eyes are dilated, dark with desire. I’m speechless at the sight. She gently runs her fingers across my face.

"I love you, and I’ll make love to you one day... But definitely not on a whim and certainly not under your mother’s roof."

I burst out laughing despite myself. Tears fall from my eyes at the same time. It's adorable that she can still think of my mom in this situation. She smiles and eventually laughs too when she sees that I can't calm down. This unique moment is so us. It’s reserved, full of love, and sprinkled with joy. My laughter slowly fades. We return to the moment where we're gazing into each other's eyes. I feel silly for being so scared. With Lucy, everything was so simple. She made things feel so easy.

"I love you," I whisper again.

« and I love you," she says with a soft smile.

She knew this was a big step for me. She never even questioned my reasons. That’s admirable of her. I plan to explain it all to her one day.

"I feel like I'm starting a new life with you. It’s like I'm reliving my first times all over again. Maybe not for everything, but for most of it. I know it’s strange, but... I don’t even know how to express it."

"There’s nothing strange about that. You’ve erased your past from your mind, and now you’re starting your life over, so it feels like you’re experiencing everything for the first time again."

I nod. She completely understood what I was trying to say. She takes my hands in hers.

"I would've loved to be your first. I completely understand why you’re anxious, but you don't need to be. You won’t mess up this new chance. I fully intend to be the last person you’ll ever know that intimately."

I throw myself awkwardly into her arms, burying my head in her neck. I’ve never needed to explain much for Lucy to understand me. That’s one of the reasons I love her so much. She kisses the top of my head, holding me as tightly as she can, whispering sweet words to reassure me. Meanwhile, I keep repeating that I love her in what feels like uncontrollable sobs, overwhelmed by all the emotions coursing through me.

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Not Enough [Zhongli & Diluc]

Wow, where do I even start? I wanted to write in September but I drowned in uni work lmao. Y'all want a secret? I really don't like uni ARG. I'm finishing my semester then I'll be working full time as a barista, so I'll be able to focus on stuff that I truly love! If you've sent me stuff in my inbox, I'm slowly working on clearing it, I'm so sorry ;;;;

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Warning: Established relationship with both, mention of injuries, angst to comfort

Part 1 [Xiao & Venti]

Part 2 [Kazuha & Albedo]

Zhongli

When Lumine arrived in Liyue, you felt so small compared to her. She did not have a vision, but somehow, she was still able to wield geo power. How cool was that? Well, you first thought it was amazing! But quickly, you realized how small you felt, by her side. What could a simple, visionless adventurer like you do to catch the eyes of the people around you. Even your friends were starting to forget about you. Before, they would always ask you about your commissions and adventures but now… They were only talking about the blonde traveler.

-Y/N! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!; one of your friends said, taking you by the arm. This brought you back to earth.

You blinked a few times and shook your head quickly to chase all those thoughts. Then, you gently freed your arm from your friend’s arm before saying:

-I’m sorry, I can’t come today I-

-Oh right, another said. You’ve got some commissions or training to do huh? Again?

-Well, yes! I still need to imp-

-To improve, bla bla bla, we know Y/N. But don’t you think you’re losing your time?

-I… I’m sorry? ; you asked, taken aback by their words.

-Well yeah- You keep trying, but we all know that you will always be a burden to Lumine. So we think you’re just wasting your time.

-Hey! We said we wouldn’t tell them about it! Anyway, the first said with a sigh, we should go or we’re really going to be late.

Their words were still echoing in your ears, and you were too numb to react as they walked away. Yet, without realizing it, you made your way to the guild for your daily work.

Two days had almost passed since this incident. Zhongli hadn’t heard from you since and worry was starting to grow in his stomach. Yet, he sipped his tea to calm himself down, his gaze looking over the harbour. Maybe you were just late for the date you two had settled? It wouldn’t be the first it happened… He knew that you had the tendency to overwork yourself after all. As he was lost in his thoughts, familiar figures walked by. Weren’t those your friends? Well, he got up to ask them if they knew about your whereabouts.

-Excuse me, have you seen Y/N by any chance? We were supposed to meet an hour ago, but they have yet to arrive.

-We know that they left on a commission this Wednesday, but that’s all. We don’t know where or what the commission was. ; the first said.

-And to be honest Mister Zhongli, our last conversation with them didn’t end quite well because of someone! ; claimed the second, glaring at their friend.

But their bickering quickly came to an end as they felt Zhongli cold eyes on them. It almost felt as if he was crushing them with his golden irises.

-If anything happened to Y/N, I’ll make sure you t-

-Zhongli! ; a new voice shouted.

The ex geo-archon already knew that Lumine was worried, he was able to hear it in her voice. When he turned around, his doubts were confirmed as he saw Lumine’s and Paimon’s faces. They both seemed worried and panicked.

-What’s wrong? ; he asked.

-It’s about Y/N! Katheryne said they haven’t come back yet, so they gave me the commission details. We should go check on them, now.

Zhongli simply nodded, as he felt a lump in his throat, preventing him from talking. But before he ran away with the Traveler, he shot one last glare at your “friends”, who wanted nothing but to disappear at this moment.

You had been in a half-conscious state for the last day. You had fought treasure hoarders before, but this time, they were a lot. They easily outnumbered you and without the help of a vision, potioneers only had to throw one bottle at you to knock you out. You couldn’t see them properly, everything was blurry and you couldn’t move from the dizziness. But you were still able to hear their muffled voices.

-They don’t seem to have anything valuable on them… They don’t even have a vision.

-Their weapon is quite old too. We’ll be lucky if we even get 200 Mora selling it.

-What should we do with them? Leave them here?

-We’ll let the boss decide…

Then, they all started screaming and you heard weapons clashing. Fear washed over you; “I’m going to die” was all you could think, as you succumbed to the darkness.

-Don’t worry my dears, they will wake up anytime soon, a voice said. They’ll need to rest for a while, but they’re not fatally hurt.

Was it Madame Ping’s voice?

-Thank you, Madame Ping, a new voice said. Was it Zhongli?

As if on cue, you slowly opened your eyes, only to screw them shut again as the light made your headache worse.

-Y/N!!

That was both Zhongli’s and Lumine’s voice. They seemed… Relieved? But even as they seemed relieved to see you awake, tears managed to escape your eyes.

-Y/N? My love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? , your lover asked.

-N-No… It’s just, you started. It’s just… I’m sorry for being a burden.

As the last words left your lips, you started sobbing uncontrollably. You thought Zhongli and Lumine were going to be mad at you; you thought that you didn’t deserve to cry because of how weak you were. But Zhongli gently wrapped his arms around your body and drew you closer. You managed to open your eyes, to see Lumine kindly smiling at you.

-Please, don’t say that, she said. I’m glad to have you as a partner!

-Y/N, my love, Zhongli then said. You’re not a burden. It hurt to see you thinking this of yourself. But you’re not a burden. I love you, and I don’t know what I’d be without your help. Thank you for being here, my love.

Diluc

-Can I come with you tonight? , you asked Diluc, your husband, as he was getting ready to leave the manor for the day.

-I’m sorry love, but I don’t think it’s a good idea, he said while he finished tying his ponytail.

Even if you understood what his duties as the Darknight Hero were quite dangerous, you wished you could accompany him. At least just for one mission, just to see how it was and to feel helpful to him. Yet, you simply nodded and said a quiet “it’s okay, I understand”. Diluc looked at you with a small smile and kissed you on the cheek quickly before leaving. And once again, you were alone in the cold manor.

When you woke up the next morning, the other side of the bed was still untouched. Well, Diluc didn’t come back last night you thought to yourself with a bitter taste in your mouth. He’d probably come back later today. So you went about your day in the empty manor. Sure, there were some maids and butlers here and there, you they were all busy working and cleaning.

And this gave you an idea. Maybe you could clean Diluc’s office while he was gone, no? He had been complaining about the mess and papers slowly gathering on his wooden desk. Yet, he didn’t let anyone but you in his office, because he didn’t want them to mess with his papers. But you… You knew which documents were important and were to put them. Surely your husband wouldn’t mind! So you made your way to the office, a small smile on your lips.

Hours had passed and the Sun was already starting to set. You looked around the office with a satisfied smile on your face. The window was opened, and fresh air made its way in the room that is usually sealed. The desk, which was previously covered under piles of documents and dust was now visible and cleaned. The papers had been put in a chest that Diluc used to store them. Only a document, on which he was working on, remained on the wooden surface.

-Y/N? , his voice called from the front door. I’m back.

-I’m in your office! , you answered.

You heard his footsteps making their way to the room where you stood. Diluc finally appeared and you exclaimed “Tadaaa!” as he took a look around.

-So? What do you think? It’ll be easier to work now that your desk is cleared, no? , you said with a proud smile on your face.

-Well, I can’t say the opposite, he laughed a bit. He truly looked happy as he walked to his desks. There, he frowned as he saw the two documents sitting on his desk.

-Hey Y/N, where’s the document on the current situation?

-Oh, it’s probably in the chest, you said as you opened it. They’re all in alphabetical order!

Diluc crouched down to look at all the documents. A worried look started to appear on his face and worry started to grow in your stomach as his expression changed.

-Diluc? , you asked quietly.

-It’s not there, Y/N.

-What? But if it’s not on the desk, it should be there!

-Did you throw it away? , he asked with an accusing tone.

-No! I didn’t throw anything!

Diluc sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was clearly annoyed.

-I want you to find it now. Aether and I found something and I need the document now to confirm it’s linked to our case. Archons, you shouldn’t have touched anything, I’m losing my time with you.

As the words left his mouth, he turned around. He was ready to leave to continue his mission, ignoring your pained emotion and tears building in your eyes.

-Diluc! , Aether called as he saw his “co-worker” arriving to their meeting point.

-I’m done with the case’s document. I’ve noted everything we found today, the blond said.

Hearing this and seeing the document that Aether was holding in his hands, Diluc froze in place. He didn’t move, which worried Aether.

-Diluc? Is everything ok? , he asked.

Diluc shook his head as he took the papers that were handed to him with a shaking hand. He swallowed the painful lump that was blocking his throat before speaking:

-I just got in an argument with Y/N. I… I thought they had thrown the document away.

The red haired pushed the document back in Aether’s hands before running away. Aether didn’t say anything, he knew that Diluc was feeling horrible.

-Y/N? I-I’m home, he called as he opened the door of your shared bedroom.

But the whole room was dark, and you were nowhere to be found. He had looked all over the manor already and he was unable to find you. Where were you?? As panic started to take control of Diluc’s brain, he noticed movement outside. There, sitting at one of the tables of the winery. He quickly grabbed a blanket and made his way outside.

-You’ll get sick if you stay out in the cold dear, he said has he gently put the blanket on your shoulders.

-So what? , you asked. You didn’t notice it, but you drew the blanket closer to get some warmth. Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I were sick? Or even gone? So that you wouldn’t lose your time with me anymore

-Y/N, please… Don’t say that. I don’t want you gone, I don’t want you sick. What I said was a mistake. A terrible mistake, I… I’m sorry my love.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks and a quiet sob left your lips.

-I’m sorry Diluc, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.

-Sshh, love, you’re more than enough. I understand if you’re mad at me, you have every right but… I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry that I lost my temper earlier. I love you, and I can’t imagine my life with you.

-You promise?

-I promise… But now let’s get you inside, or you’ll get sick, he said before carrying you bridal style.

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lilacliquors · 9 months

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pairing: homelander x reader

word count: 859

notes: on the seventh day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... a second chance meeting with homelander!

meeting homelander once was purely on accident. you had no idea how it happened, but you were just in the same place at the same time. it was a fancy vought event, and you had been brought along as your friend’s plus one since your now ex boyfriend canceled a trip with you last minute. so, eager to impress, you dressed to the nines and happily joined your friend. and that was when you bumped into him.

you spent hours talking, and it was like he was hanging onto your every word. but the night wasn’t getting any younger, and it was soon time for you to leave. you won’t lie, you wanted so badly for him to invite you back to his place, but instead, he insisted that you take him number. you didn’t even know supes had phone numbers. sure, they were active on social media, but your friend worked in the vought social media department, so it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out no supe ran their one socials. but this felt different, like a secret you needed to keep close to your chest. and you kept it safe and sound.

however, you hardly had the time to even try and ring the number. that meeting was last winter, and it was a full year later. he had tried to catch up with you several times, inviting you to vought functions as an anonymous admirer, but something always seemed to come up. you had a deadline to meet one night, a funeral the next time, and for vought’s halloween party, your car had the audacity to die on you. and your costume looked so good, too! but now, it was christmas time, and the city was bright and full of cheer. and truthfully, you loved this time of year. it filled you with a warmth that you couldn’t quite describe, but this year, you felt like a quiet christmas by yourself was deserved.

instead of racing around like a mad person to prepare a meal for everyone, you gave your friends and family that you wouldn’t be traveling much this holiday season. of course, you went to a nearby christmas party your friends were hosting, but on christmas day, you planned to stay firmly put in your apartment, cozy in your pajamas with a warm mug of cocoa and cheesy holiday movies on the tv. and that was how you spent your whole day. the snow outside was calming, the lights twinkled across the city, and yet, something still felt off.

and that was when you realized that you had forgotten part of the ingredients you needed to finish making your christmas dinner. your eyes widened, and you smacked your forehead with a groan. so much for lounging in pajamas all day. it was time to get dressed and hurry out to the one store you knew would be open on the holiday. and when you entered, it was nearly empty, save for a few other last minute shoppers. you waved hello to the clerk at the counter, and you set off hunting for the things you needed. you grabbed a basket from the front and began to fill it, but when you reached for a can of cranberry sauce, another hand bumped yours, and you were quick to pull back.

“sorry about tha—” you said, but when you looked up, you almost gasped.

homelander was in the store? just … out shopping? like a normal person?

“oh no, don’t be. here, take it, i insist,” he said, pulling the can from the shelf and setting it into your basket with a smile. you were clearly stunned, and he chuckled quietly.

“what, can’t a guy who saves the world on a regular basis just come out and try to be normal every so often?” he asked, and you laughed quietly.

“sorry, sorry. i just … it’s so strange to see you here. i’m really sorry we haven’t been able to catch up … all year,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“oh, it’s all right. shit happens, things go ass up, life is unpredictable. but … it’s good to see you,” he said, then looked around. “you here by yourself?”

“oh, yeah. christmas by myself this year. too much craziness, i needed a breather,” you replied, and he nodded, clasping his hands behind his back.

“i envy you, truly. can’t remember the last time i had a break,” he murmured, and it dawn on you that … he was looking for an invitation.

“oh, well, um … you’re more than welcome to … come take a break with me,” you said, and you swore his whole face lit up.

“really? it wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

“not at all. it’ll just be us two. come on … maybe christmas doesn’t have to be so quiet this year after all.”

you paid for your groceries and held out a hand to him, which he took with a soft smile. and together, you left the store, with a few heads turning in your directions. maybe christmas magic and miracles were a real thing after all.

#the homelander x reader #homelander x reader #homelander x reader fluff #homelander #homelander ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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happy hour

♡‧₊˚ kuroo x reader

♡‧₊˚ wc: 3.4k

♡‧₊˚ cw: MDNI! slight alcohol use, thigh riding, oral male!receiving, facefucking, praise w/ a touch of degradation, dacryphila, semi public se

♡‧₊˚ synopsis: you and your coworker had been dancing around each other for long enough. kuroo takes things into his own hands to finally make it happen.

dear tetsu ♡

it’s no wonder that you guys had met in the office. with you working in the finance department and him working down in sports promotion, it wasn’t uncommon for you to run into each other — literally. all it took was for you to bump into him with your drink and spilling it all over for you guys to finally meet.

since then, it had been nothing but flirty conversations by the water cooler, closely sitting next to each other in meetings, and even waiting for one another to walk into the building together first thing in the morning; normally with freshly bought coffees in hand.

as things progressed, the line only got more blurred. special nicknames for you easily flew from his lips and you had grown to be a lot more touchy with him; pressing against him in the elevator when it wasn’t even that full or touching his arm anytime he made you laugh — which was a lot.

happy hour was a tradition at JVA. almost everyone took part in it, whether it was with people from their department or not. kuroo had always managed to find his way to you during these nights. truth be told, after a long week, all he wanted to do was share a drink or two with you, take you back to his place, and finally be able to fuck all the pent up stress he had accumulated out of his body.

you look so cute too, his eyes trail over your figure as he took in every curve of your body. the tightness in his pants was starting to make himself known so he quickly made his way over to you; ignoring the friendly advances from his coworkers who just wanted to catch up with him. but he couldn’t deal with them right now when he knew he had something important to take care of — you.

“kuroo-san.” you smile softly, swirling your drink before you take a sip. he watches you swallow the harsh liquid, your tongue peeking out to swipe over your lips, making sure you had collected everything. he had to mentally hold back his cock from jumping against its confines. “always a pleasure to see you out for happy hour.”

the two girls you were with scurried off, taking their drinks to find someone else to talk to. no one in the office knew if the two of you were together or not — but people talk. and people love to assume things.

“sweetheart.” his voice is gruffer than usual as he leans down into your personal space. “i think we have to leave.”

“i just ordered you a drink though.” you pout. as if on cue, the bartender places a drink next to yours, his favorite one at that. “besides you just got here.”

“i know, but i honestly don’t care about mingling with anyone else here. just want to get to know you better.” he knocks back his drink, placing the empty cup back onto the bar. you raise an eyebrow as you follow suit and finish the rest of your drink, placing the glass next to his. the booze gave him extra courage for what he was set out to do. “let’s go somewhere quieter, yeah?”

all you can do is nod your head as he holds out his hand for you to grab. you hesitate for a second, purely because you haven’t ever seen kuroo so worked up — so demanding. his presence pulls you in, the authoritative lilt in his normally laid-back, charming voice has you grabbing onto his hand and trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

as the two of you walk past your colleagues, kuroo waves them goodbye, explaining that he needed to get you home as you suddenly weren’t feeling well. all they did was nod, give you a sympathetic glance and a knowing smile. you could almost hear the gossip as you guys finally made it to the door.

the air was cold outside compared to the warm and cozy atmosphere inside. you whirl around to face kuroo. all he offered was his normal shit-eating grin, like he was a spoiled little kid who had just gotten his way.

“okay, we’re somewhere quieter. what’s up?” you ask, rubbing your arms. you don’t know whether you were doing it because it was a little cold or if it was from the look kuroo was giving you.

“as much as i love the cat and mouse game we’ve had going on for the last few months,” he starts, taking a step closer to you so he can rub your arms. his warm hands feel infinitely better than yours. his strong, easy strokes warming you up from the inside out as they slide up and down your arms. “i think it’s time we stop fooling ourselves.”

“kuroo-san—” heat rushes to your face at his boldness. he’s said stuff along the lines of this, but never so direct. you could feel your arousal start to pool deep within you.

“call me tetsuro.” he said, hiking his finger under your chin to pull you in closer, slotting his lips against yours as he finally gets to explore the very thing he had been craving since the day he met you.

his arms move down to wrap around your waist, pulling you close so your body is firmly pressed onto his. he kisses you like he was committing everything to memory — your taste, the sounds you made, all of it.

and you were just as bad, grabbing at his hair and weaving your fingers through his disheveled locks. you always made fun of the way it looks in hopes of covering up how badly you wanted to mess it up even more. now was finally your chance and you couldn’t help but give it a harsh tug. kuroo groans into your mouth, trying to pull you in even closer.

he pulls apart from you, barely —watching a string of saliva connect between your two swollen lips. the saliva pops, ending the connection as he searches your eyes. he’s met with your blown back pupils and it’s all the confirmation he needs to know that you’ve been wanting this almost as badly as he has.

“come with me, i’m not done with you yet.” he says as he pulls you close to him and steers you towards one of the alleys you were standing by. you squeal and let him maneuver you — anything to get his lips back onto yours.

the alley was lowly lit and just tucked away enough from the main street that you were both hidden from sight. before you had a chance to take any more of it in, kuroo invades your senses, capturing all of your attention once again.

his need outweighs his suaveness as his tongue slips into your mouth, taking its time in exploring your cavern as his hands roam all over your body. never satisfied in one place, his hands keep moving around, going from cupping your cheeks, your back, your ass, your hips and finally landing on your breasts.

“god, your body is perfect.” he sighs into your mouth, thoroughly pleased with the situation. you’re everything he dreamed of and more. he can’t wait to hear the noises he can pull from you, experience how lovely you feel when your warm, tight walls wrap around his aching cock. you let out a breathy gasp, snapping himself back into the present as his mind wandered off a little too far.

he didn’t even realize he had pressed you up against the wall and tucked his thigh between your legs — or that you were already grinding on it. a wet spot formed on his slacks and he damn near lost his mind. “been wanting this for too long. need to feel more of you.”

his lips travel down from yours, straight to your jaw, nipping slightly. you were driving him crazy, each kiss had him craving more. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling before leaving a litter of kisses down your neck. your soft whimpers fill his ear and go straight to his head. your clothed cunt drags along his thigh again, desperate for any sort of friction.

“you really know how to treat a girl, huh? taking her in some random back alley. gotta say, i expected more from you.” you quip, your fiery words not matching your needy actions as you continue to grind on his thigh.

“oya? so you’ve thought about this then?” he smirks, flexing his thigh against you.

“of course you’d focus on that bit. never one to miss anything, right?” you gasp out, already feeling close from the friction his thigh was giving you. “guess that’s one of the things i like about you.”

“glad the feelings mutual.” he smirks, bringing you in for another searing kiss. his tongue swirls around yours as he presses further into you, rubbing his clothed cock against your thigh. “you’ve always had such a dirty little mouth, mind showing me what else it can do?” he smirks, tilting his head to the side as he watches you squirm at what he was insinuating.

you pull back to give him an affirmative nod, eyes meeting his as you crave his approval, set on pleasing him the way you know he deserves. the two of you had been dancing around each other for long enough, and here he was handing himself over on a silver platter. you’d be a fool to pass it up.

he lightly pushes down on your shoulder as you gracefully fall onto your knees. your hands run along the silky dress trousers he was wearing before landing on the belt. his hands cover yours as he helps you unclasp it, letting it hang open just enough so you can access the zipper.

your hand runs along his ever-growing bulge. the brief contact has him hissing out, gripping onto the side of his slacks for support. you slowly drag the zipper down while you look up at kuroo. his intense gaze set directly on you, overwhelmed with the urge to rip down his pants and push your head onto his cock.

you slip his cock out from his slacks and boxers, moving the fabric just far enough so you had access to all of him. he let out a soft groan at the contact, his cock growing painfully harder than it already was.

“wow.” you couldn’t help but let the word slip past your lips. his cock was pretty — so large. perfectly proportionate to the rest of his body, if not more. the head was flushed pink, pre already drooling out of the swollen tip. a long vein ran down the side of his cock that had your tongue peeking out of your mouth, already itching to run along it. you knew he’d have a nice cock, but not this nice. you couldn’t help but gulp at the sight, the saliva slipping down your throat in preparation to take him into your eagerly awaiting mouth.

“i take it that this meets your expectations?” he grabs a hold of his cock, giving a few harsh tugs to relieve some of the tension that was boiling deep within him. you inch your head forward, sticking out your tongue to give him a tentative lick across his slit. the taste was salty-sweet, something uniquely his that had you wanting more. you lick his tip clean, savoring the flavor and effectively driving him wild. he bites back a groan, the sound getting lost deep in his chest, reverberating around.

“exceeds it, actually.” you admit. slowly, you let him sink into your mouth, taking as much as you can without overwhelming yourself. he can feel your throat spasming around his cock and it took everything in him not to harshly grip the back of your head.

his groans begin to tumble past his lips as you start setting a steady pace, the fattened tip of his cock sliding in and out between your plush lips. your mouth was heavenly, taking him in a way that he had been dreaming of for months. the amount of times he had pumped his cock to this very scenario had been too many to count. the moment’s finally here and he desperately wants it to last as long as possible.

you look up at him through your lashes. the sight of him, slightly red in the face, hair already messy from the amount of times he ran his hand through it - it all had you wanting more. you want to see him come undone with just your mouth. you slowly nod your head, gripping onto his still-covered thighs, giving him permission to do what his body desires.

his eyes widen down at you before he shakes the surprise off with a smirk. but he surprises you. instead of his hand coming down on you and forcing you to take more, he gently scoops up your hair with his hand, holding it back away from your face so he could get the perfect view. he doesn’t snap his hips forward or start a gruesome pace like you thought he would, but he follows yours instead – a barrage of satisfied curses flow past his lips as the back of his head hits the brick wall.

your hand wraps around the girth that didn’t fit in your mouth, trying to get the rest down. you push all the way forward, your nose pressing against his lower abdomen as his balls press against the bottom of your chin. you could only hold him there for a few moments, your eyes watering too much and your throat began to burn. but it was worth it – pulling the most beautiful sound from him that had blood rushing down into your clit. you pull back, gasping for air as you look up at him.

“such a pretty mess.” he purrs, his hand hovering over the back of your head. he wants nothing more than to push down on it, shoving his cock all the way down your throat. he figures you could take it, but he’s not trying to be too much of a dick the first time you have his cock in your mouth. “feels so good.”

you smile at the praise, easing your lips back around his length. he pulses in your mouth, signaling he’s close to release but he’s trying to hold on for as long as he can, drawing out at all the pleasure he can take from your warm, wet mouth. the way your throat constricts around his cock has him ascending past this grimy alleyway into a far off place, thanking the heavens that someone as perfect as you was sucking him off.

watching you work him in his mouth has his mind reeling, trying to memorize each and every motion so he can replay it later in his head when he lies awake in bed at night. but a small part of him hopes it doesn’t have to come to that. maybe you’ll be able to be there for him at night when he dreams of you. the thought has his balls tightening, threatening to burst if he doesn’t take action. as if you could pick up on it, you pull your head back with a sinful smirk that rivaled his own.

“gonna come f’me tetsuro?” you ask, pumping his cock with your hand as you look up at him, licking your lips where some of his pre was dribbling down. his abs flexed in anticipation of his impending orgasm. your thumb glides over his slit, causing his hips to jolt up, his cock almost jumping back towards your mouth.

“feels like you’re trying to get every last drop from me, princess.” he groans, tugging on your hair. he quickly seizes the opportunity to stave off his release, trying to distract you for a moment so he can come down a little – unintentionally edging himself for the sake of prolonging the pleasure.

“and if i am?”

“then you better work harder if you want to earn my cum.” he smirks, trying to push your stubborn head back down onto his cock.

“then stop being a pussy and fuck my face already.” you fire back. not giving him a chance to use his silver tongue, you swallow him back down your throat. he lets out a long, surprised moan, the sudden sensation had him gripping onto your hair tightly, willing himself not to lose his cool in that moment.

he looks down at you, absolutely mesmerized for a moment. you were eagerly encouraging him to use you and fuck your face with everything he had. he softly caresses the side of your cheek before latching his fingers to the back of your head, more than ready to finally accept your offer.

his hip snap forward, his balls slapping against your chin. he easily hits the back of your throat, his pace no doubtly bruising the spot he skillfully keeps prodding. you grab onto the back of his meaty thighs to hold him in place as he uses your throat. you could barely look up at him — your vision was growing blurry with the tears that linger on your lash line.

“such a pretty crybaby f’me.” he pushes you further on his cock. you let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together. “whats this? you getting off on crying on my cock? didn’t know you were such a slut.”

you roll your teary eyes at him. he catches sight of that and his hips stutter, causing you to gag around his cock. you pull back before diving back in, bobbing your head up and down as fast as you can. kuroo couldn’t hold back the breathy pants that escape his mouth, his release getting closer.

spit was getting everywhere as you desperately try to keep it all in place. it was slipping out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down his balls, it was everywhere. one of the messiest blowjobs you’d ever given but it didn’t seem like it bothered kuroo at all. in fact, he’s only getting off on it more.

you weren’t even holding back at this point, the sounds of you forcing his cock all the way down your tight throat had his thighs shaking. he couldn’t hold it back anymore, he didn’t want to. he could only think of finally releasing down your eager throat.

kuroos impending orgasm overwhelms his mind, making it dizzy with pleasure that your sweet mouth was supplying him. his hips were involuntarily moving at this point, desperately chasing the high he craves.

“‘m gonna come.” he groans, hips stuttering as he tries to push his cock all the way down your throat. he comes with a soft cry of your name, the sweet sound filling your ears as his cum fills your mouth. you try to keep it all together but there was too much, the evidence of that dripping out of your mouth. “don’t swallow.”

you nod your head as he slips his cock out past your lips. he tucks himself back into his pants and reclips his belt while holding eye contact with you. his eyes focusing on the way his cum continues to drip down your face and onto your clothes. so messy – and all for him. his cock twitches in his pants with a newfound interest. how messy could he make you?

“swallow.” he lightly places his palm around your neck, feeling the sensation of you swallowing his load. you were going to be the death of him. this was just the opening act, but he was ready for the whole show now. his mouth waters at the thought of tasting you, spreading your legs and diving into your cunt head first. he can’t wait to feel your cunt pull in his fingers, desperate to keep them in.

he grabs onto your hand, pulling you up and pressing a searing kiss against your lips. he can’t help but run his fingers along your drenched panties.

“let’s go.” he says, pinching your clit through your panties, causing you to jolt and grab onto his broad shoulders. he holds your hand in his as he starts walking towards the street, smirking back at you.

“w-where are we going?” you stutter, trying to keep yourself together. kuroo leads the two of you towards the metro station that was just up the block.

“oh- you didn’t think we were done, were you?”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x you #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x you

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Bat Your Eyes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you got to Corroded Coffins show with Steve and Robin hoping to get the chance to see Eddie after so long without.

Word Count: 1705

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s dream has been to be a rockstar since he first picked up a guitar. You’ve known that since you’ve known him and you’ve always had nothing but support for him. So when the band finally got big you were so insanely happy and excited for him and even though it ended up meaning the two of you became distant and eventually stopped talking to each other you still had nothing but support to show for him.

So as soon as it was announced that Corroded Coffin was going to be playing in Indianapolis you immediately bought tickets and booked a hotel. You didn’t even ask Robin if she wanted to go with you until a week later even though you already got a second and third ticket. You knew she’d say yes and ask if Steve could come too.

Steve drove all of you down the morning before the concert so you could check into the hotel and eat something before getting ready for it and leaving. Robin thought the two of you were ridiculous for wanting to get ready so early but then Steve started to take twenty minutes on just his hair. She had just dressed that morning in what she was going to wear which were just her regular clothes but with her jean jacket that has a Corroded Coffin patch on the back of it.

“So, do you guys think we’re gonna like actually see him tonight? Because that’ll be cool, we haven’t seen Eddie since the last time he visited Hawkins to see Wayne.” You really weren’t sure but nerves were racking your stomach at the thought of it.

You saw Eddie even less recently than Steve and Robin have. And the two of you have had a more complicated relationship than he had with the others. The two of you were constantly on and off dating or just being friends with benefits and you were on when he first left with the band. It broke your heart to break it off with him but he’d wanted this for so long and you wanted him to have the full experience with groupies and everything without having to worry about you.

“I think we have a good chance.” Steve speaks, not looking away from where he’s fixing his hair in the mirror. “We’re getting there early enough that we should catch them as they’re heading inside.”

“Yeah, but aren’t there going to be like a million fans doing the same thing and trying to get their attention.”

“Yeah but we have Y/n and they don’t.” He points your way with his comb making you freeze where you’re finishing applying your makeup.

“What does that mean?”

“You just have to bat your eyes his way and he’ll be tripping over himself to get to you and in relation us.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You can’t stop the scoff that comes out of your mouth as you speak.

“Of course it is! Everyone knows about the two of your history and he’s always talking or asking about you when we see him.”

“He talks about me?” Robin either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to acknowledge it because she keeps talking.

“And look at you, you’re a total babe! Especially tonight. As long as he gets a glimpse of you he’ll be heading our way in no time.” You look down at your outfit. As you take in the skin tight faux leather miniskirt, ripped fishnets, and black lace corset top you have to admit Robin does sort of have a point. You’re still hung up on the fact that he talks about you still.

“Robins right, we’re definitely seeing Eddie tonight.” Steve finally finishes his hair and turns to take in your appearance as well. “Are we all ready to go?”

“We’ve been ready dingus, you took too long.”

You all got to the venue way too early but you weren’t the only ones with this idea there was still a small crowd when you arrived. But you were still able to get a spot in the front so you’d all be in Eddie’s line of sight when he got there. The three of you wait there for an hour and a half before the band's car pulls up for them to get out and the fans start pushing and screaming.

Preshow jitters were something Eddie was used to having, he still couldn’t completely believe that he was here and the band made it. But the fact that this show is the first one they’ve been able to play anywhere close to Hawkins has him a little extra jittery. Sure he’s entertained the idea of seeing his friends tonight, that they’d make the trip to see him. But he entertained the idea that you would be there even more, so much so that his hopes are up and if he doesn’t see you tonight he’ll be straight on his way to Hawkins after the show.

The rest of the guys have been teasing him about it nonstop. But he knows that they hope you show up as much as he does. They got so used to you being around for shows and practices that being on tour and making music without you feels like a part of the band isn’t there.

Eddie loved you, he knows that, he’s known that for a while now. Since you broke it off with him before he left Hawkins and probably even before that. He understood why you did it but it broke his heart and he had a hard time for a while. He even stopped calling you so much because he couldn’t take hearing about flirty Hugh at the record store anymore. He missed you like crazy though always wishing you were around when he visited Wayne and then the gang. If you showed up tonight or not he was going to ask you to come with them the rest of the tour and get his girl back.

“Alright Eddie, what do you think, is she coming tonight?” Gareth asks right before the car stops. Other than Eddie he had been the closest with you. The fans' screams fill the car as Jeff opens the door to get out.

“I don’t know.” Gareth offers him a nod before following Jeff out of the car.

You aren’t screaming or jumping around the way everyone else in the crowd is. At least not until you see Gareth start getting closer to your spot, then you start yelling his name and waving your arms. Gareth was basically family to you, his own taking you in and giving you a place to stay when your mom and dad would leave you alone for weeks at a time. Even when you were old enough to watch over yourself you found yourself on their doorstep. Their home became yours at some point and you still go visit his parents every weekend.

As soon as he spots you a huge grin takes over his face and he starts ignoring everyone else around him to get to you.

“Y/n! You came!”

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” The fans who had been trying to get his attention turn away when Eddie finally gets out, wanting his instead. “How have all of you guys been?” Your eyes are on Eddie as he signs some things for fans.

“Good, we miss you. He misses you. Will you stick around after the show so the other guys can see you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ll see you then, enjoy the show!” Gareth squeezes your shoulder before turning and making his way to the door while Steve leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Here he comes, don’t forget to bat your eyes.” You laugh and shove him a little bit and Robin screams his name.

“Eddie! Over here!” Eddie hears Robin's voice screaming and smiles to himself in the middle of signing a picture. What causes his head to shoot up to look in the direction of his friends is the sound of your laughter. It’s a sound that he’d be able to recognize anywhere even though he hasn’t heard it in a while. He nearly stumbles when he spots you smiling because you’re smiling at him. He makes his way over to the three of you as quickly as he can without ignoring every fan on the way.

“Hey guys, Y/n.” He smiles at you as he comes to a stop.

“Hey Eds.” You grab the marker you made Steve bring from his pocket before handing it out to Eddie. “Wanna sign my tits for old times sake?”

Back when the band was still just playing at the hideout Eddie used to practice how he would sign things. He’d sign pieces of paper, magazines, a photo or two that you would give him for you to keep when they blew up. And then during one of the times the two of you were dating you decided he should start practicing signing tits, so he would practice on yours.

“For you Princess? Anything.” He takes the marker from your hands and ducks down writing ‘Property of Eddie Munson’ on them. Robin and Steve look at each other mouths agape because they did not know you had this planned. “Meet me backstage after the show for old times sake?”

“Course, Gareth already asked me to stick around afterwards.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” You nod at his words, biting your bottom lip. Eddie lets out a quiet groan as he snakes his hand around the back of your neck and brings your face to his own. He makes it a point to tell you and all the fans watching the interaction that you’re still his girl through the kiss. “See you later Sweetheart.” And then he runs into the building knowing the guys are waiting for him inside.

“See, what did I tell you? You batted your eyes and now we’re seeing him backstage to catch up.”

“Steve, I think Eddie wants to do a little more than catch up with our girl here.” You’d laugh at that if you still weren’t so breathless from the kiss.

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Sinned Awakening pt. 13 🩸🩸🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, physical/ verbal abuse, smut, sub/dom play, mentions of blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 13! Twists and turns are coming your way and hope you like this chapter. I loved writing this portion and hope you do too. I was so conflicted on how to end this part because I could have easily kept going! So prepare for the next chapter to answer some very important questions that have been weighing on reader's mind...

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here 🩸

I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!🖤

You manage to put on some pajamas and lay down for a bit, trying to subside the dizziness that’s in your head. You knew that none of this was going to be easy and you needed to show him patience. You were glad he opened up to you more, it showed he trusted you. The spinning head wasn’t going away and you stumble to the bar to get a bottle of water and drink as much as you can to help you get less inebriated. The need for sleep made you collapse back on the bed and close your eyes as soon as your head hit the pillow. With everything that’s been happening, you haven’t gotten the best sleep lately, and knew that wasn’t good for you. You had to take better care of yourself. You let yourself fall into a deep sleep and weren’t worried if you missed the after-party.

You can hear the suite getting filled with loud voices and you lazily stretch underneath the blankets. You’re slightly confused as to how you ended up underneath the blankets and all but you shouldn’t be surprised that it was probably Elvis who checked on you and did this. You wanted to get out there and mingle with the rest of the party. It was well after two a.m. and you got a really decent nap in. There wasn’t going to be anyone you knew at the party so that left you with having to be with Elvis most of the night. In all honesty, you liked it that way. At least you didn’t have to be on edge and just got to enjoy the night.

You put on another outfit that is very eye-catching with a lower cut halter neck dress that accentuates your body well and is a bit shorter than what you would normally wear. You liked how it made you feel though; powerful and sexy. You freshen up your makeup and put on some red lipstick. There was something about tonight that made you feel new and confident. Maybe it was because Elvis was actually trying and was listening to you for the first time since knowing him. You also make sure your hair falls on the left side of your neck, covering the bruise there. It wasn’t as noticeable today and thankfully it was disappearing but you still didn’t want any questioning eyes to see it.

Putting on a pair of heels, you make your way out into the main area of the suite. Music fills the air and lively chat buzzes among the crowd. You feel dozens of eyes and you feel your cheeks redden. You make a beeline to the bar and get some more water. Trying to get through the bustling crowd, you find an easy path along the window and gaze out at the dazzling city beneath you.

The city was stunning, with thousands of lights shining in this otherwise dark lonesome desert. Every blinking light of a hotel’s marquee made your eyes grow in awe. You had never seen the city like this. You never had the luxury of staying in a hotel here in Vegas. You were only able to work in one and now things were different. Everything felt different. Your life because of Elvis was just like this view. Dazzling and star strikingly beautiful. Whatever it was, you felt like you may be able to handle this newfound world you have found yourself in and might be able to handle having Elvis in your life. It felt right to have him there with you and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your daydreaming gets interrupted when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It was Jerry again, cracking a smile at you before speaking.

“He wants to see you,” he informs.

“Mhmm, where is he?”

“He’s by the front door, I’ll take you to him,” he says before turning to make his way through the crowd.

You bump and push your way through the sea of people until you finally see him sitting in his normal chair looking breathtaking as usual. He looked like he just got out of the shower, his hair still slightly damp but brushed back to show his beautiful face.

He once again wore black pants, a black button-up with white cherry blossoms running up it, and a silver belt with turquoise on it. He knew exactly how to dress to make himself look more attractive than humanly possible. You can’t take your eyes off of him, so in awe of his presence.

He stands up when he sees you, smiling at your new outfit.

“Hi darlin’,” he coos. You blush at his words and look up into those soft eyes. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to not blush when he calls you a pet name.

“Hi,” you say softly.

“How do you look even better than the last time I saw you?” He says cheekily. He steps closer, going to hug you but restrains himself and puts his arms back by his side.

You smile at the small gesture of control and grab his arms and wrap them around your waist. You too wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the soft tresses at the base of his neck, and twist them around your finger.

“You can hug me, it’s okay,” you tell him, watching his mouth form into a soft smile.

He pulls you in closer, running his hands along your back.

“Mmm, thank you. I needed this,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of your head and smoothing the back of your hair with his hand.

“How did your shows go?” You ask looking up at him, still holding him against your chest.

“They went well. The crowds were really loud tonight it was amazing,” he gushes.

“That’s great honey. Any panties get thrown at you tonight?” You tease.

He laughs at your silly question and shakes his head. “Yes, quite a few but you know I don’t care for that. If it was you throwing them at me, that would be a different story,” he quips, biting his lip as he looks over you.

You can’t help but smile at his cheeky comment and place your finger on his lips.

“You’re being bad. You said you’d be good,” you quip.

“Hmm, what a terrible thing to make me promise. I guarantee you like me when I’m on my worst behavior too,” he smirks.

“Occasionally…” you jest, pushing him away from your body. You can tell he doesn’t like that you pushed him away but tries to not make a fuss about it.

“Sit down honey, please,” he gestures to the seat behind him. You gladly take a seat but don’t sit all the way back in the chair, looking up at Elvis as you cross your legs. You watch as his eyes gravitate toward your exposed legs with the dress cinched up when you sat down. You attempt to pull down the dress to cover a bit of your thighs and he looks at you amused.

“What are you looking at?” You ask mischievously.

“Nothing,” he smiles.

“What are you thinking about then?” You prompted.

“Nothing good I assure you,” he teases. “ Just looking at those pretty legs of yours.”

“Mmhmm, figures,” you quip, hitting the side of his leg and shaking your head at him.

Someone brings you a glass of champagne and you take a sip, you normally don’t like champagne but you decide to try it for the fun it. You take a sip and love the fizzy taste of it in your tongue. The more sips you take the more you like it. You realize you haven’t ever had good champagne before. You remember you tried some for your twenty-first birthday and it was the cheap kind at a restaurant down the street from here and it was awful. This was the complete opposite and you liked it.

You suddenly hear Elvis chuckling to himself and shoot him a confused look.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You. I’m going to have to carry you to bed after this hmm?” He taunts.

“I’m not going to let it get that out of hand,” you tell him snickering.

“Okay baby whatever you say,” he mumbles. “How was your nap?” He continues.

“It was quite nice and drank plenty of water. Woke up feeling good as new,” you wink. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good. I haven’t had any cravings… so I think that’s a good thing so far,” he cracks a smile telling you this. He carefully tucks your hair behind your ear, making sure to not make too much contact with your skin.

“I’m glad you made it to the party. I thought you for sure would be out for the rest of the night,” he chuckled. “Did you do anything else while I was gone?” He says, his voice slightly accusatory.

You knew he knew what was going on after that kiss. The alcohol got to your head and your body betrayed every last ounce of control that you had. It seemed you also needed to work on your control with him. You were going to blame it on the alcohol and the ungodly amount of sex appeal that was dripping off of him wearing that black velvet suit. How you wish you could have torn it off of him and have him do countless naughty things with you.

You look up at him with innocent eyes and a smile, “nothing much. Definitely not anything you wanted to see,” you quip. He blinks at you dumbfounded, a smile creaking out from those soft lips.

A rumble forms in his chest and and looks around the crowd then moves in front of you, blocking you from everyone else in the room. He uncrosses your legs and spreads them slightly, his hands burning on your skin the tighter he squeezes them and pushes you back in the chair. He props his bent knee in between your legs and takes your chin in his hand.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make all of this on me? You ask me to have control around you but it’s literally impossible. Because you are the world's biggest tease. The way you look, the way you smell…it all beckons me to come and ruin you,” he growls, pushing the top of his thigh to your core.

You suck in a sharp breath as you feel the added pressure there, looking down to see his hand carefully scrunching up the material of your dress, exposing your panties to him. He smugly looks down at you, placing both of his hands on the chair’s arms, and hunching over you.

You know he’s doing everything to try and gain control but this is exactly what can’t happen. You can’t have him take a chance of him losing control with you.

“A taste of your own medicine then…I know I’m making it difficult… but you can’t always get your way with me.” You protest. His eyes grow dark as he looks at you, looking over you with hunger.

He puts more pressure on you making you groan,

“Is that so… how unfortunate for you. Because I always get what I want,” he grumbles.

You have to fight every urge to pull him into the bedroom with the way he’s looking at you.

Your breathing begins to quicken and your eyes wander down his body. Your fingertips graze over his chest, down his torso, and stop when you reach his belt. He stares at you with caution and you proceed to graze his bulge, making him take a sharp breath.

“Well then, tonight will be the first night you stay dissatisfied,” you say running your fingers back up his body.

This only makes him more frustrated and he begins to rub the top of his thigh on your core more. You let a gasp escape your mouth, unable to hide how good the friction feels.

“And you say I lie too much. Look at yourself, lying to me right now. Fighting every last drop of need you have for me,” he coos, his voice like smooth honey in your ear. Your hips involuntarily buck up on him and your legs squeeze around his, letting out a pleased groan when he watches you do this. Just his voice alone has you wet and aching for him.

“Mhmm, look at you, trying to ride my thigh, you naughty, naughty girl. Not keeping your promises now hmm,” he teases.

“Elvis, please. I’m human, with human desires… this is just cruel what you’re doing. Not to mention, in a room with dozens of people,” you sigh, feeling his leg move again, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m being good. I would love to have my fingers stuffed inside you but I don’t. Having the utmost control right now,” he grins, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. You groan at him, unable to fight the need you have for this man.

“Goddamn it… you just have to have everything your way don’t you?” You grumble, feeling the wetness in your panties begin to pool. You buck your hips again, grinding onto him and you bite your lip, holding back a deep groan.

“It’s so much better when it’s done my way, honey,” he snickers, caressing your face and making you grow weaker by the second. Those blue eyes pierce into yours and you put your hand back on his belt, pulling his hips closer.

“You’re not going to get to touch me. No matter how much you tease. You need to prove to me you have enough control over your thirst,” you sigh.

You keep grinding your hips onto his leg and bite your lip looking at him. Your hand squeezes his bulge and he lets out a loud groan. You rub your hand along his length and he looks down at what you’re doing.

“Fucking hell woman. You better stop,” he reprimands.

You keep teasing, rubbing him more, liking to hear the moans escaping his lips as your hips move on him. You shake your head no at him and continue to taunt him. Your breathing quickens and your core begins to throb. You pull at his pants button and look up at him deviously.

“Your pants are looking a little tight. How bad would it be if I unzipped them a little?” You tease. His hand tightens on the chair's arm and his chest heaves.

“Very. Very bad. To the point where you’d leave me no choice but to pin you down with your face against the sheets and fuck you all night.” He says through his teeth. Your heart gallops at that salacious thought, knowing he would do such a thing to you.

You stare up at him, your eyes unwavering and your fingers push the button on his pants, sliding the zipper ever so slowly. He looks down at your hand and groans softly.

“Excuse me, Elvis, we have a problem,” one of his men announces a few feet away.

His entire body stiffens when he hears the voice. He grumbles frustrated and throws daggers at you when he zips and buttons his pants again before turning around. You quickly straighten out your dress and proceed to look with curiosity at what is going on.

“What could possibly be so important,” he growls, straightening out his stature and his chest heaving, making him look menacing.

“He’s looking for her, sir. He’s causing a commotion downstairs.” He says matter of factly.

Elvis turns around to look at you, anger blaring in his eyes.

You stand up quickly, “Do you mean Daniel? He’s here looking for me?” You ask hesitantly.

The man nods his head at you then looks back at Elvis, “What do you want us to do?” He asks him.

“Let me take care of it. If I’m the one he wants to see, let me tell him to leave,” you say quickly before Elvis can answer.

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting him anywhere near you,” he growls.

“I guarantee you, he won’t go away, so let me just tell him to leave me alone for once and for all.” You say sternly. Elvis clenched his jaw and looks disapprovingly at you.

“I’m going down there with you then. I’m not taking any chances,” he seethes.

“Fine but stay out of sight. I don’t want him to make a bigger scene if he sees you with me,” you instruct.

You know he doesn’t like it but he nods his head and agrees. You both make your way to the elevator and nerves make your stomach turn as it makes its way down to the lobby. You had no idea what you were walking into but knew Daniel was not going to be happy at all. You knew he had a bad temper. Regardless of whether he was drinking, he could light off like a bottle rocket. You’re sure he saw all your things gone and not to mention the cut telephone lines and was going to demand an explanation.

The ding of the elevator makes you jump out of your skin and Elvis steps in front of you before you’re able to step out. You look into his eyes, they look like they’re on fire and his intense energy makes you shiver.

“I’ll be right here, I can be there in a flash if you need,” he assures. You nod your head and he steps aside and you make your way through the busy lobby. You walk cautiously, scanning the crowd until you see the back of Daniel’s head by the front revolving doors of the hotel. A couple of Elvis’ men are behind him keeping an eye on him.

“What are you doing here?” You bark, taking quick strides towards him. Seeing him here makes your blood boil and you want him away from you as quickly as possible.

He turns around and is shocked at what you’re wearing. He scoffs at you and makes a few steps toward you.

“I could ask you the same question. I come home to find your closet completely empty. I deserve an explanation!” He says, raising his voice louder at you.

“I already told you. I’m done. You’ve cheated countless of times on me and I don’t love you anymore,” you seethe.

He looks at you in shock, his face not hiding any emotion from you.

“How could you say that?! After everything you’re just going to leave me?” He grumbles.

“Absolutely. And it’s one of the easiest things I’ve ever done,” you seethe.

“You’re unbelievable. Where would you even go? You couldn’t afford a place here by yourself,” he spats. Anger boils within you and you can’t hide any of your feelings anymore.

“Here with Elvis. He’s letting me stay with him,” you throw in his face.

His face suddenly turns gaunt and stares at you mortified.

“You can’t stay with him. You have no idea what he’s capable of,” he whispers, taking a few steps toward you. You look at him confused and don’t say anything right away.

Does he know? How the hell does he know what Elvis is?

“I know he’s capable of empathy, something you lack. At least he cares that I’m around,” you spat.

He starts laughing, covering his mouth with his hands, and looks at you in shock.

“Oh I see what’s going on here, he’s giving you attention and you think he’s going to keep you around? You have no idea what he’ll do to you once he gets tired of you,” He says menacingly. You’ve had enough of his crass behavior and ball your fists at your side, taking slow breaths from your nose before speaking again.

You regroup and give him a snide little smile, shaking your head at him, “oh honey, he gives me a lot more than just his attention,” you insinuate, watching his face turn mortified yet again, “I go to him begging for things you could never give me,” you say through your teeth.

Daniel’s eyes light up and he looks at you in horror.

“You’re not serious… You let that thing touch you,” he says disgustedly.

You smirk at him, “Yeah, and I can’t get enough,” you taunt. He looks at you mortified and puts his hand on his forehead, backing up from you.

You stare at him in disgust, waiting for him to say anything else crass. Before you know it, he quickly lunges toward you and raises his hand, slapping you clean across your face.

The pain of the slap radiates across your cheek and part of your nose. You grunt when the pain spreads more and you cover your cheek with your own hand. You stumble a bit, knocked by the force of his hand. You are in utter shock, in absolute disbelief he laid his hands on you like this. You see in the corner of your eye Elvis’ men start to lunge at him as you continue to stagger away.

“You stupid fucking bitch! Do you have any idea what he is?! What he can do-,” he yells at you but suddenly gets cut off mid-sentence.

You go to look up at him and in a blink, Elvis is in front of you, his body separating you two, and his hand is gripped tightly around Daniel’s neck. He gasps for air and claws at Elvis’ forearm.

“You’re a piece of shit you know that?! How dare you even think of touching her! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right here,” he seethes. You feel a hand pull you back from the two fuming men, turning to see it’s Jerry with concern in his eyes. You take a few steps back and tremble, not knowing what’s about to unfold before you.

“You can’t … do this,” Daniel’s chokes out.

Elvis cocks his head at him, “Do what? This?” He says as his hand tightens around his neck. Daniel grunts, gasping for breath.

“You can’t compel… her to stay with you… you’re gonna kill her” he gasps.

Elvis chuckles at him, “Oh you think I need to compel her to stay with me? You stupid fucking human,” he taunts.

Daniel hits and pulls at his arm, needing to get air. He tries to twist his neck from Elvis’ grip but there’s no point. Elvis is too strong for him and it looks like he’s not even trying.

“Raphael isn’t going tolerate this. You… can’t keep her and draw more attention to yourself,” he rasps.

“Go on and tell Raphael. Tell him how I have her all to myself and don’t plan on letting her go any time soon,” he snaps.

“You’re gonna kill her if you do-,” he chokes out.

“I can take better care of her than you ever did, you pathetic excuse for a man.”

You watch as Elvis puts his face inches away from Daniel’s, his eyes wide when he looks at Elvis. “I better not ever see you here again or I’ll make you bleed out slowly and painfully, wishing you had never seen my face,” Elvis snarls.

He lets go of his throat and Daniel collapses into the floor, gasping and choking for air.

“Y/n… y/n run… he can’t be trusted,” Daniel gaps out.

“Get him out of here, NOW,” Elvis snarls at his men.

Elvis quickly turns to look at you and his eyes are bright red, anger radiating from his entire body. He quickly lunges for you and picks you up, moving too quickly for your brain to comprehend what is happening.

You feel the rush of wind across your body and you hold onto his neck tightly, holding your breath not knowing what’s going on.

He puts you back down on the floor and you open your eyes seeing that you’re back in the penthouse in his bedroom. You feel dizzy and have to get your bearings before you’re able to move.

He is beyond fuming, he looks like he’s going to go on a rampage. You see him with his back turned toward you and his shoulders rising and falling fast.

“E-Elvis … what the hell is going on?” You ask scared. The entire penthouse is now quiet, you’re sure you could hear a pin drop and this gives you an eerie chill as you watch Elvis heave angrily.

“He’s such a piece of shit. I should have ripped his head off you know that? Should have done it and rid one more awful soul on this earth. How dare he touch what’s mine!” he seethes.

He grabs the lamp next to him and hurls it at the window making it shatter onto the floor. He quickly turns to his bedside and throws the books sitting on his nightstand, cussing and screaming in anger. You watch as his fists go flying up and hit the nightstand, making it crumble at his feet.

“Elvis stop that wouldn’t solve anything. You’re letting your anger get the best of you. You need to stop this right now!” you tell him.

“I don’t care, You’re mine! No one should touch you except me!” He growls possessively. He goes to the mirror and punches the middle of it, creating a circular shatter mark in it. You gasp when you hear the crunch of the glass shatter and are frozen with fear.

You look at him in the reflection of the mirror and he looks back at you with those gleaming red eyes and see his long fangs have extended.

Shit.

You back up, unsure of where to go but you know you need to give him space.

“People like him don’t deserve a second chance. I should’ve shown him no mercy,” he hisses.

“You need to calm down, please honey. Listen to me. It’s over now. I’m sure we won’t see him again,” you try to explain.

“Oh no, he’ll be back. He’ll try to get Raphael to get rid of me,” he scowls taking long strides to get closer to you.

“W-who’s that?” You ask shakily, backing up more to get away from Elvis’ fangs.

“He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one I told you about that has a club here in town. He’s very powerful here,” he snarls.

You don’t understand what is going on. All of this is happening so quickly and it makes your head spin, feeling sick to your stomach.

“But how does Daniel know about him? Does he know what you are?” You ask.

“He works for Raphael. Of course, he knows what we are. He wants to be turned, that’s the only reason he works for them. He thinks if he works for him long enough, he’ll turn him,” he vents.

You gasp, utterly shocked by this information he’s given you.

“What? Why?! Why would he ever want to be like one of you?” You ask. His face washes over with hurt and you wince once you realize what you just said.

“Oh no, no I didn’t mean it like that!” You quickly reply but it’s too late. You’ve said what you said and you want to assure him with a touch of your hand but it probably isn’t the best idea.

He puts up his hand to stop you from speaking and interrupts you.

“Save it, I don’t want to hear it. But I’m sure he wants it for his own selfish reasons. The immortality, the ability to compel, the list goes on and on,” he snaps.

You begin to tremble, scared over this whole situation, and stare at the towering vampire a few feet away from you.

“What’s gonna happen?” You ask weakly.

“I don’t know. We have rules. Not a lot, but a few important ones. If you turn a human, you become responsible for their actions. That’s why a lot of them band together and form little groups so the one that turns them can keep an eye on them. You brought them into this world in a sense and you are responsible for controlling them in a way.”

“But you haven’t done anything wrong…” you squeak out. He looks at you darkly, shaking his head.

“There’s things honey. Things I’ve done in the past that don’t make me a good man…” he trails off.

“What are you talking about?” You ask confused and a bit scared to find out the truth.

“I’ve told you, my thirst has always been an issue. When I got here in 1969, I overindulged, feeding on anyone that would come near me. I was making too much of an eyesore and people were beginning to question me… Afraid I was doing things that I shouldn’t be,” he explains.

“That’s when I first found out Raphael was here and he had to warn me to get it under control. But I didn’t. I just became more inconspicuous about everything. I would feed too much on humans…where I almost bleed them dry. People were showing up to the hospitals with barely any blood left in them to function. Everyone got scared. People are scared of me y/n. People talk about me here with fear. As they should be,” he spits at you.

You take another step back as his red eyes stare at you intensely, looking at you like prey.

Your throat feels dry and you can’t make any words come out. That idea was terrifying, that he could let it get that out of hand if he wanted to.

“That… that was years ago honey… You’ve changed. I know you have. I bled in front of you and you never went for my throat,” you say trying to calm him down.

“Those technicalities don’t matter. The point is I still have the same tendencies as before,” he growls, “humans aren’t even supposed to know about our existence. If he ever finds out I can’t compel you…that could be it for me. I’d be considered weak and a risk to all our kind…he could end me.” He pauses, his fangs have receded and he goes to you, his eyes still blood red. He reaches for his throat and rubs it uncomfortably, trying to swallow but it looks like it’s painful to do so.

End him? You’re too afraid to ask how something could end a vampire’s life but the thought petrified you. You couldn’t imagine Elvis getting hurt. The idea made you sick.

He turns to look at you and stands before you, reaching his hand out and you freeze, unknowing of what he’s going to do. He brushes back your hair on your neck exposing the faint bruise there.

He makes a look of disgust and shakes his head, “Look at you, marked like some animal. I’m so sorry.” He grunts.

His finger drags down across your chest and finds the seam of your dress where the v-cut ends. He doesn’t put much pressure on the dress for him to be able to tear it, exposing more of your breasts to him and showing the bruises he left with his mouth there. He grumbles when he sees the purple splotches, angry with himself for doing this. His fingertips lightly graze those bruises, sending a chill down your spine that tells every cell in your body to freeze.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doing this to you. I hurt you so easily-,” he says sorrowfully but you stop him from going on.

“No, stop it. You’re not keeping me hostage and this was something I was okay with. Everything I’ve done with you was something I wanted to do. We just have to convince him that I’m with you under my own free will,” you say firmly but you see he’s not listening to you.

“God I wish I could make you forget these last few weeks. Forget how I ruined your entire life and have you move on,” he says sorrowfully, not listening to what you’re saying at all.

“I don’t! I don’t want to forget these weeks with you. They’ve been the most insane weeks of my life but I don’t want to forget and lose you,” you say.

He looks down at you in sorrow, “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to control the thirst I have for you. It's an unparalleled amount and I can’t forget how you tasted,” he sighs as he looks over you hungrily. Your heart thumps nervously in your chest, unable to hide the nerves of being around him with those piercing red eyes.

“Just go to bed before I hurt you again,” he growls.

You look at him disheartened, hating that he’s trying to push you away again just when things get hard. He stares you down, making your skin crawl at how hot and intense his gaze is. You turn on your heel and slam the door behind you, surely making him more upset.

You’re frustrated with his whole outlook on this. You know he can change, you see that he wants to but every time he’s tried on his own, he fails. Then he picks up on his bad habits and spirals downward. This time you felt it could be different because you were around. If what he says is true, and his feelings are that strong for you, he could change and control himself.

You start to head to your room and see that light is coming through the curtains, showing signs of the morning about to break. It feels like another sleepless dawn with nerves and anxiety and the thought of where you two were going to go made you a wreck. He was stubborn and set in his ways, constantly brooding that he couldn’t see past his mistakes.

You get in the shower and clean your face from tonight’s makeup. Once you get out of the shower, you look at your face in the mirror and see the slap mark run across your face. You wince at the sight and feel it’s tender and pink.

You hope to God you never see Daniel’s face again. You’re pretty sure you’d let Elvis hurt him and feel no remorse for it. Not after all of this. How he strung you along for years and was working for a slum of vampires. Was he ever going to tell you or would he just suddenly leave you and get bit? The thought boils your blood and hate that was even a path for you.

In so many ways you needed Elvis. He made it complicated yes, but in so many ways he saved you. He saved you from a loveless relationship and one that would eventually be turned into a vampire, further causing more issues down the line. Elvis had to see the light that you saw within him. Elvis showed you a tender and loving side no man had ever shown you before. Your feelings for him were unparalleled to anything you had ever experienced. It was like something out of a book. All these emotions you were feeling were too strong and yet they were all real.

That’s why you grew so frustrated with him. His broodiness made you so fed up with the whole situation. You wanted to give yourself completely to him but he always pushed you away just when he begged for you to do so five seconds ago. He gave you a complete whiplash these last few weeks and you needed to make him see the good within it all. The rough patches would smooth out and this whole thing with Raphael will get sorted, it just might take some time. You were determined to make him see and make him want better starting with himself. The rest you two could handle later on. You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

It was late but you didn’t care. Anger radiated through you and you weren’t going to sleep til this was sorted. If you had to scream and yell at him all morning long, then that’s what you’d do.

You quickly put on a nightgown and rush to the other side of the penthouse. You don’t bother to knock on his bedroom door. You’ve seen it all at this point that nothing is going to phase you of whatever he was doing in there.

You quickly open the door and see Elvis on the floor, blood vials sprawled out on the floor all empty. He looks in your direction flashing his dangerous red eyes at you.

“What are you doing in here,” he growls, his fangs showing when he speaks.

You slam the door again behind you and go barreling toward him, unafraid of the sight before you.

“Get up,” you yell, pulling him by his arm. He looks at you shocked, not used to your abrasive tone. He grunts and shakes his arm free from your grasp.

“You should have stayed in your room,” he hisses.

“You’re not telling me what to do! I’m sick and tired of your piss poor attitude. If you want me gone just say so! ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing to me! You’re pushing me away!” You yell.

You watch as his shoulders rise and fall when he looks at you, “No, I don’t want you to leave.” He grumbles.

“Then act like it! I’m tired of hearing you telling me to go away!”

You look at the vials on the floor then look back up at him, “and what the fuck is going on here?”

“I’m fucking starved! You make me crave more blood than I have in a long time!” He growls at you.

“You’re blaming all of this on me?! Like I made you drink my blood?!” You shoot back at him.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. It’s my doing, not yours,” he growls.

“Let’s figure something out to help you not want to drain me,” you stressed. "There has to be a way."

“Baby… I’m no good. I can’t control this vile beast within me,” he says defeated.

“Stop that right now! There has to be a way,” you say frustrated.

“Yes there is… and that’s for you to stay away from me…” he says angrily.

Anger fills your veins and you push hard against his chest, staring into those intense red eyes while doing so, and push him toward the bed to make him sit down. He looks at you in shock, not understanding what you’re doing. You stand in between his legs, grabbing a fist full of his shirt in your hands. He hisses at your touch and winces, closing his eyes.

“Listen to me and don’t say a word you understand?!” You yell at him, getting close to his face, waiting for his response. He nods his head in agreement even though his eyes say otherwise.

“I’m not going anywhere! You are going to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You can control this I’m sure of it. You’re not the monster you think you are. I don’t see you the way you see yourself,” you explain.

He has his eyes closed, not wanting to look at you. You pull his chin up to look at you.

“If I leave, I know you will find me in a matter of minutes and come begging for me to forgive you! Leaving is not an option. You said it yourself, you can’t get away from me,” you pause to make sure he’s listening.

“Look at me, now,” you beg. He finally looks at you and flashes those red eyes.

You sigh, “I trust you. You’re not going to hurt me, You’ve had plenty of opportunities if you were to do so. But you won’t. I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me,” You explain.

“Honey, please. How can you say that? After all of this? I can’t… I can’t have you touch me.” He sighs, trying to get your hand off his face.

“Yes, you can. You’re not going to hurt me. Would it really be easier for you to never see me again? You’d only crave me more,” You tell him, almost certain it's the truth.

Your fingers run through his hair and you place a kiss on the top of his head. He groans, keeping his hands on the tops of his thighs as you continue to touch him. His breathing rises and your hands run down his back, pulling him in for an embrace. He grumbles into your chest, being tortured by your heart’s pitter-patter so close to his mouth.

You grab his wrists and pull them away from his thighs.

“I know I said no touching me… but you need to trust how much control you have. You’re not going to hurt me, I know you won’t,” you say. You place his hands on your hips and he looks up at you.

“Why are you so good to me? I don’t deserve you,” He quivers, bringing his hand up to your torso, up the sides of you then back down, squeezing lightly at your hips.

You take a sharp breath in through your nose, reveling in the feeling of him touching you.

“Because I know. I know you’re good inside. I know you care about me deeply and would never hurt me. What you’ve done in the past, stays there. That’s not you anymore.” You grab his wrists again, pulling his hands upward against your torso, up to the swell of your breasts.

“I know these hands, won’t do anything bad but show me love… Is that right?” You ask. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing your breasts firmly. He nods his head and looks at you sorrowfully. You smile at him, liking the way he’s listening. You move one of his hands up, making him wrap it around your throat and he grunts when you do so. You sigh too when you feel his hand on your neck, liking the slight squeeze he gives you. You want his attention to be stuck on you and know you have to keep going, you don’t want a word of rebuttal from him of how he’s no good.

For the first time ever, you have to be the dominant one and not let him get his way. No amount of pleading will get you to submit to him right now. He was the one that was going to have to submit to you.

You bring his fingers to your mouth, placing a kiss on each fingertip, then down to the palm of his hand. His eyes are locked on you, watching your every movement as you continue.

You look at his eyes, holding him there in your gaze, and give him a little smirk for what you’re about to do. You bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth and lick the two digits, swirling your tongue on his fingertips. He groans, watching how your mouth moves on him.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

You push his fingers more in your mouth, running your tongue along their length and taking them out of your mouth with a pop. He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, silently pleading for you to continue.

“Mhmm, and these fingers give me nothing but pleasure too?,” you grunt, leading his fingers under your nightgown and having him rub your clit ever so lightly. The warmth of you radiating onto his hand. He cusses your name, liking that he can touch you more.

“Yes of course,” he whimpers.

You place his hand back on your hip and rub his bottom lip with your thumb. He places a kiss on it, pleading to let him do more than just sit here.

“And this mouth… this mouth can only show me pleasure too…isn’t that right?” You ask, watching how he bites his lip as you ask him these questions.

“Yes baby, only for good I promise you,” he moans, peppering kisses on your palm.

You could crumble right here, watching how undone you’ve made this man. Your fingertips start to graze down his chest, working the buttons off of his shirt slowly.

“Good. I love that mouth too much,” you tease as your hands touch his chest. Your eyes continue to wander and see the growing erection in his pants. Your hand slowly grazes his length and he squirms at your touch. You look back up at him to still him and he freezes when you do so.

His eyes are slowly turning a dark shade of blue and the veins by his eyes have slowly dissipated. You smile to yourself, liking how you’ve got him to focus solely on you and nothing else. You go back to touching him firmly, making a small groan when you feel how hard his cock is.

“And this… is this mine?” You ask, moving your hand more on him causing him to grunt.

He looks down at what you’re doing, his hips rutting with your movements. He makes the most delicious-sounding moans you’ve ever heard and you could easily fall apart at his feet.

“Yes. God yes it is. I’m all yours. Whatever you want you can have, baby,” he professes breathlessly.

Your cheeks redden by his words, not believing you have him this way. His usual dominance is melted away because of you and you have him in the palm of your hand, having him grind into you as he waits for your next direction.

You had to get him to listen. Show him that he has control with you.

“Whatever I want?” You ask coyly.

He nods his head at you, his eyes pleading, “Whatever you want. Please tell me and I’ll give it to you.” He groans, desperate for you, his hands squeezing your hips tight.

You pull at his arm to stand up and you lay on the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his torso and keeping him pressed against you. His eyes grow wide and his hands grab the back of your thighs to keep your legs up.

“Tell me, tell me how bad you want to please me,” you sigh, feeling his cock rest against your core. He grunts and pulls you against him more firmly.

“That’s all I want. I want to make you happy, to make you feel good.” He says with a grind of his hips into you.

You close your eyes, loving how even his words can turn you on.

“I know you do. You always do,” you moan. “Keep moving, you feel good like this,” you gasp and he rolls his hips again, grinding his cock onto your covered pussy.

“Yes, baby. I can feel how wet you are for me,” he grunts, moving his hips more.

You watch as he takes his hands off of your hips and starts to unbutton his pants. You grab his wrist quickly to stop him.

“No baby, keep them on.” You instruct. He whimpers at your instruction, not liking that he’s not getting his way.

“Oh please, baby. Please, I wanna feel you,” he begs, grinding into you more.

“You can later. Show me how well you can listen,” you tease. He lets out a frustrated grunt and nods his head. He moves his hips like it's second nature, conjuring new feelings you’ve never had before and always making you need more.

“Please keep moving. Tell me what you want right now,” you instruct, rolling your hips into him, loving how good he feels.

“Fuck baby…I-I-I wanna stuff that tight pussy with my cock and make you say my name when you’re about to come undone,” he groans breathlessly. His voice makes your core throb and you want him to do all of that to you. His fingers delicately play with the seam of your panties, lightly pulling at the lace fabric and you hear it begin to tear.

You pull his hands back on your hips, getting him to hold you tight there.

“I’d love that. You know how much I love getting fucked by you,” you say breathlessly, knowing your words too are going to drive him to the edge.

“Mhmm, I know you do. Because you’re mine. All mine,” he says as his hips continue to grind away onto your core. He bites his lip as he looks down at you, hunger washing over him but so focused on the task at hand.

“Yes, I am,” you pant. “Tell me what else you need.”

He groans out frustratedly, looking down at your hips meeting one another, wishing he could feel your naked body on his. He picks up one of your legs and bends it upward, spreading you wider.

“I want to pin you down on this bed, make you beg for my cock all night long. I love hearing you beg for me,” he grunts into your ear making your core throb.

“Fuck, yes. I want that too,” you moan.

You make him take his hands off of you and you push him onto the bed again, getting on top of him quickly, pinning his hands by his head. His eyes are full of shock and he doesn’t say anything.

You sit back down on his covered length and grind into him, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Watch me come,” you tell him as you feel the coil in your belly tighten by the second. He writhes underneath you, wanting to gain back control so badly.

“Ah, no baby, please. Let me be inside you. I wanna feel you,” he pants, his eyes big and pleading.

You shake your head at him, grinding on him more and more.

“Why would you ever want that,” you tease.

“Ahh y/n please,” he whimpers loudly, tossing his head to the side with frustration.

“Elvis tell me,” you moan.

He groans and shuts his eyes, so sexually frustrated with this game your playing and very successfully winning.

“Because I love feeling you squeeze around my cock. I can’t help it. You were made just for me,” he moans. His possessive words ring in your ear over and over and you feel your body about to give out with him talking like this.

You place your hands on his chest and work your way to your orgasm, your jaw falling slack when you feel that familiar feeling of your coil snapping and your walls fluttering around nothing. You moan his name as you ride out your high, your hips still grinding into his cock. He suddenly cries out too, squeezing his eyes shut and his hips stuttering, then bucking up into you.

That’s when you feel the wetness spread in his pants and this surprised look on his face forms. He cusses under his breath and places his hands on your hips, rocking you into him harder. You can feel your arousal seep out of your panties and onto his pants, creating a slick mark along where his cock is. You can’t catch your breath as you watch this man become completely unglued and writhing underneath you.

He looks down at your mess and chuckles, putting his head back on the bed.

“Holy fuck woman…”

“What are you laughing about hmm?” You giggle at him. He sighs heavily and bites his lip.

“I’ve just never come in my pants like this,” he says embarrassed.

“Well it's a first for everything,” you quip cheekily. You touch his face and he looks at you intently.

“I’ve actually never umm… had a woman ever tell me what to do like that… It was so… attractive,” he smirks at you.

Your heart leaps and you stare at him stunned, having been the first woman that ever made Elvis Presley submit to every last wish and desire.

“Are you serious? Never?” You ask.

He hums amused, “Never. I can usually make someone listen to me remember?” He quips cheekily.

“Oh, I see,” you say covering your mouth with the smile that’s forming on it. “Did you like me telling you what to do?” You ask softly.

He nods his head and gazes into your eyes, “yes I did. I’ve never been so turned on,” he quips. Your cheeks redden and you flash a smile at him. “Good, I’m glad. I want to do it again,” you tease, brushing his hair back that’s fallen on his forehead and look at his eyes.

“Look at yourself…your eyes… they’re so blue.”

He kisses the back of your hand and smiles at you, “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. My temper got the best of me…I guess I do have a bit more control than I thought,” he hums.

You lay beside him, his arm wrapped around your body tightly. You let a comfortable silence hang over you two, liking how everything feels like it's going to be sorted out.

“I want to be with you, through the good and the bad. I want you, Elvis. Let me help you,” you say, rubbing his chest lightly.

He sighs at the feeling of your touch, “I want you too. I know we can make this work. I promise you,. I'm not letting anyone get between us,” he says tenderly.

You wrap your leg on him and cuddle into the crook of his neck, the scent of him filling your nose. You sigh and feel his hand run through your hair, gently caressing you. You feel at peace with him for once.

The blanket of sleep starts to wash over you and you feel him pull the blankets and cover your fragile body. You hold onto him tighter, hoping he doesn’t leave by the time you wake up. Your body felt so tired, so emotionally battered that you felt like you needed to sleep for an entire week. There was a lot of unknown and the fear of what Raphael could do to Elvis scared you. But in this moment, none of that mattered. You were here in his arms, hearing his strange heart beat away for you.

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getawayfox · 2 years

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OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.

💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)

I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.

🧑🏼‍🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)

Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.

📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)

I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.

🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)

October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.

❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)

Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!

🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)

This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!

🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)

Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.

🦦 Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)

This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.

💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)

OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.

🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)

This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.

🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)

I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.

🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)

I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.

🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)

This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.

🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)

Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*

#drarry recs #drarry #fic recs #rec list #2022 favorites

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michelle-is-writing · 1 year

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Left Behind ch.2, Nikki Sixx

Word Count: 1.3k~

Read Chapter 1 here!

TW!: mention of prior drug and alcohol use, rehab, slight angst

Five months of being back in Los Angeles had proven to be just the same as when Nikki and I lived in Los Angeles all that time ago. The only difference was the new apartment I lived in and, of course, Nikki. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night we broke up, and it’s been slowly weighing on me as time goes on. Now six months pregnant, I try to find things that once made me happy like before, but it hasn’t been easy.

I don’t know how Nikki’s doing right now; I don’t even know where he is. The guys called me a lot when I first left, but I never answered their calls, and eventually, they slowly stopped. The only time I answered was when Mick tried calling me, and I explained where I had moved to and why; I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant, however. I hardly even turned on the TV anymore, too afraid to see a news report concerning his death from an overdose, only to be revived in an ambulance afterward.

Hearing what happened made me want to go to him and just make sure he was okay, but I felt like I couldn’t. I knew I was probably the last person he wanted to see, and sadly, I didn’t want to see Nikki the way I saw him before I left, strung out and barely holding onto himself as the heroin constantly coursed through his body. I don’t want memories like that coming to mind when my little girl eventually asks about her father. I want to be able to talk about the good moments we had before everything came crashing down, and I ended up where I am now.

Getting home from my shift as a hospital receptionist, I sit down on my couch and rest as my back relaxes from the reduced straining caused by my large bump. I didn’t think I’d be this big until maybe the last couple of months, but that’s not too far away. I just wish the swollen feet would go away. Out of everything, that has to be the worst part of my pregnancy.

Hearing a knock at my front door, I lift my head from the back of the couch and look toward it. In the time I have rented this place, no one ever comes to my door, not even solicitors.

Standing up from my couch, I walk over to the door before looking out the peephole, only to see an all too familiar figure. However, there are a few differences between him now and the last time I saw him. A small noticeable difference is the small strip of hair growing down his chin. On the other hand, the major difference is the healthy look he has, all while being nervous as he stands in front of my door. I’ve never seen Nikki insecure about anything, always finding confidence from somewhere.

Unlatching my door, I open it, Nikki’s eyes instantly catching mine as he comes into my full view. He doesn’t look sick like he used to, with the skin around his eyes no longer holding a purple hue to it and his cheeks appearing a tad fuller. By the looks of it, Nikki might even pass as clean to someone, but for me, I find myself in disbelief at the thought. I can’t assume anything and make myself hopeful like so many times before.

“Hi,” I murmur, completely lost as I stare at the man in front of me. He shyly smiles back, also appearing lost for words. Mick must’ve told him where I was since I haven’t told anyone else.

“Hi, baby,” he responds, his eyes flickering down to my noticeable bump before flashing back to mine, now wet with tears. “I’ve missed you, a lot… You have no idea.”

“Where have you been, Nikki?” I can’t help but ask, taking a step outside my door to fully face him. His arms awkwardly linger by his sides, not quite knowing what to do with them. A long time ago, Nikki would have instantly taken the chance to pull me close, but now, his actions are halted by uncertainty.

“In all honesty, I’ve been in rehab for the past several months,” he confesses, my eyebrows jolting in slight shock at his revelation. “Me and the guys, we all checked ourselves in. And now, we’re finally clean,” Nikki adds, his smile shining with a bit of pride now. At the same time, I also feel myself proud of him despite everything else.

“That’s great, Nikki,” I tell him, watching a tear slip from his eye. My instincts tell me to wipe it away from his cheek, but the hurt that remains holds me back from doing so.

“I-I know what I said when you left was horrible, and I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am,” Nikki tells me, causing the harsh memories to flow back into my mind. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry I did,” he continues, making me tear up as he steps forward to cup my cheek in his hand. “My memories of us were the only thing getting me through withdrawals, and every time I thought about the night you left, I broke down. I never wanted to lose you, and I never wanted you to go through anything alone.”

My eyes squeezed close at his last comment, the reminder of what he used to say to me, making my heart clench in my chest. “Two against the world,” I can hear his voice from long ago say. The words were a reminder that I wasn’t alone in anything I did; I had someone there to catch me if I fell. But I’ve been alone for a while now, and it’s not that easy for me to just open myself up to him all at once like before, unfortunately.

Seeing his eyes linger on my belly, I find the courage to take his hand in mine and rest it against my bump. “Why don’t you come inside, and we can talk some more,” I suggest, his hand ever so gentle as he runs it against my sweater. “I can show you pictures of our baby girl too, if you’d like,” My voice ends up in a whisper as I say the words I’ve wanted to tell Nikki ever since I discovered our baby’s sex.

At my comment, Nikki looks back at my face with even more tears clouding his eyes before pressing his lips to mine in the softest kiss Nikki has ever given me. His hand still remains on my belly, albeit his fingers are now intertwined with mine. I didn’t think I’d get to do this with Nikki again; I didn’t even know if I’d ever get to see him again.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nikki’s smiling face lingers in front of mine as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. His touch still remains gentle, careful with every move he makes. “I’d love to, baby,” he answers me, his voice choked up a bit. “I’d love to more than anything.”

Smiling back, I can’t help but feel more tears begin falling from my eyes. This feels almost unreal to me, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of emotions hit me all at once. Nikki holding me just like he used to is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced, and as he wipes away my incessant tears, I realize just how amazing this moment is. Nikki is clean, he knows about his little girl, and he’s finally back. The Nikki I once loved is back.

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i know christmas is long gone but 🤭🤭🤭 imagine bau! reader with aaron towering over you (i love that he’s so tall 🤤🤤) and holding up a mistletoe above your heads cause he’s been thinking about making a move for MONTHS and what better way than that??? at first you kiss him on the cheek but then he pulls you in to steal one on the lips?

Thank you 🥰

Underneath the Mistletoe

The BAU Christmas party was in full swing; well as fully as you could get when it was a room full of exhausted Agents who had just got home from a case and was surprised by none other than Penelope Garcia with a decorated office and a speaker that was playing Christmas songs. Even though, all you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and sleep, you had all seen how excited Penelope was about the party so you figured you should probably stay for a couple of hours.

You were sitting in your desk chair with a glass of eggnog in your hand while Spencer, you’re best friend on the team, sat on the edge of your desk. ‘What plans have you got for Christmas, Spence?’ you asked, taking a sip of your drink, your heart melting a little when you saw Spencer’s face brighten at having been asked.

‘Actually, I’m flying back home to Las Vegas to spend some time with my mom. In fact, we’re going to go and see The Bellagio Fountains which, over the Christmas period, put on a Christmas show. My mom used to take me as a kid and we haven’t been for a while so I think she’ll enjoy going back.’

‘That sounds lovely, Spence,’ you said, grinning at your best friend.

‘What about you? Are you spending Christmas with Hotch this year?’ You choked on your own breath at the question.

‘What? Why would I be spending Christmas with Hotch?’

‘Oh, no reason, I just thought that the two of you were dating, what with you always pairing off on the cases and you always seem to be pretty close when we’re here or on the plane.’ Spencer’s voice trailed off in your head as you turned your head to look in Hotch’s direction.

It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have a bit of a crush on your Unit Chief; and “a bit” would be a huge understatement. Your crush had begun pretty much the day you met him when you interviewed for a position on the team and it’s just grown and grown ever since. There were some times when you would catch Hotch looking in your direction and you would briefly let yourself entertain the fact that he liked you as well, but you were always quick to brush the feelings off so you could carry on with your job.

This time when you had looked towards Hotch, your breath hitched in your throat as you realised that he was staring right back at you. Usually, whenever you’d catch each others eyes, he would quickly avert his gaze but this time, his eyes seemed to darken when they caught onto yours and a feeling ran up your spine that told you that he’d been looking at you for quite some time.

Excusing himself from Rossi, who had just said something in his ear, he started to make his way over to you, his gaze not leaving yours the whole time. He stopped when he was standing directly in front of you, his frame towering over you and your senses were filled with the scent of his cologne that was still clinging to him despite the several hours you’d just spent on the jet.

‘Can I speak to you for a moment?’ he asked quietly and you automatically looked towards Spencer, not wanting to walk away from him in the middle of your conversation but at the same time you really wanted to see what Hotch wanted to talk to you about. Spencer responded by gently nudging you forward, throwing a wink your way as if he knew what was just about to happen.

‘Sure,’ you replied brightly and Hotch gestured for you to lead the way. You made you way to the briefing room where you knew the two of you would be able to have a private conversation. ‘Is everything okay?’ you asked as soon as the door closed behind you both.

‘Everything’s fine. I just feel like you’ve been avoiding one of the biggest traditions of the Christmas season,’ he said, smirking slightly as he took a step towards you, towering over you once again.

‘And what would that be?’

Without speaking, Hotch held a sprig of mistletoe above both of your heads, grinning down at you.

‘What’s this for?’ you asked, looking up at the plant as a laugh bubbled from your throat.

‘I just don’t think it’s fair that you miss out on this particular tradition,’ he said, his cheeky smile making your heart skip a beat. You reached up on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before hearing the small click of his tongue. ‘Now that’s not what you’ll call a kiss under the mistletoe is it Agent (Y/L/N)?’

‘Of course not, Agent Hotchner,’ you replied before lifting yourself up again, this time gently pressing your lips against his. The second your lips were touching, his arm came to wrap around your waist as he deepened the kiss while keeping you pressed up against him. You instantly let yourself relax into the kiss, trying to make the most of it while you could. As your lips parted, Aaron leaned down to quickly peck your lips one more time before pressing his forehead to yours, loving how your hands automatically came to rest on his chest as you grinned up at him.

‘Thank you, Agent Hotchner, for making sure I take part in this particular tradition.’ You said cheekily causing Aaron to hum happily and kiss your forehead.

‘Well, I can’t have my Agent skipping out on something so important can I?’

‘How long have you been waiting to do that?’ you asked, laughter leaving your throat again as you nosed along his jawline.

‘Months, sweetheart.’

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds

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In My Mind

Chapter Two-Midnight Rain

Captain Rex x f!JediOC

Exposition/Chapter One (mentions of smut)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. Nipple Play, oral m/receiving. Mentions of hostage/torture/war. Plenty of tension. Let's get this party started.

Listening Rec's - Midnight Rain and So High School by T. Swift

I thought my dreams would get better now that Rex knows about my feelings toward him, but if anything they’re worse.

Much worse.

Nearly every night now I dream of him, of us. My nightmares have all seemed to stop, making more and more room for dreams of Rex. Dream of his lips, and his hands, and the parts of him I've yet to uncover.

It’s time to debrief from our last mission, and it is far too early in the morning for me to be awake after a night full of dreams. “You okay, Keira? You’ve been tired a lot lately.” Ahsoka innocently asks as she drinks a cup of caf and waits for her Master to start the meeting. “I just haven’t been sleeping well.” I admit. At that moment, Skywalker struts in and gives me a look.

“You should be doing your best to get good rest. Don’t let… distractions disrupt the team.”

I glare at him. He had noticed Rex and I spending more time together, and without proof had decided he knew what was going on. Rex and I have been so careful to remain as hidden as we can with our budding affections. A hypocritical judgment had been cast from Anakin onto us, and it irks me. The whole platoon knows of him and Padme, but he thinks Rex and I shouldn’t try to make whatever this is work.

Things really hadn’t changed much between Rex and I since that night at the bar. Sure, we spent more time together, ate our meals together and tried our best to get put on missions together, but really that was all. We had no labels, no expectations. We hadn’t even kissed again since that night. After opening up to him, and after our kiss that night, we both agreed to let things fall naturally- that our friendship came first, always.

As if on cue, in walks Rex, yawning.

“Sorry I’m late.” He grumbles. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Anakin clears his throat and eyes me. “I expect the whole team to be well rested for our next few missions. Tomorrow we leave for Onderon to train a set of rebels on how best to defend the planet. Once that’s covered we have to make way to Naboo for a bit of politics and education for our big mission on Chandrila in two weeks. Master Kenobi and I will be making a few decisions on who is best for the Chandrila mission so stay tuned. It’s going to require poise, stealth and focus, which I know we have very little of in all of the 501st.”

The meeting drags on, and as Rex and I keep catching each other’s eyes, I grow more and more ready for this meeting to end, and for us to be together. Rex was joining me for my daily meditation today. He has been asking for awhile to join me, but I’ve always brushed him off. It was already hard enough to focus during meditation without him there, but he seemed so interested, I finally gave in.

As soon as Anakin finishes up, Rex nods to me and steps out into the hall. I make my way to my bunk, the most secluded and quiet place in the barracks, and clear the floor for our meditation session. I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, beginning my deep breathing practice when Rex knocks on the door. I open it with the Force and see him enter, helmet under his arm, one hand behind his back. I perk up at the sight of that.

“Did you bring me a surprise, Rexy?”

He chuckles and brings out his arm, a brown paper bag in his fist. “Your favorite naroissants from the bakery downtown. Snagged them this morning. I figured meditation might work up our appetites.”

I laugh and hop up, taking the bag from his hand, our fingers brushing and sending electric currents up my arm. “Thank you, you’re too good to me.” I say softly, and he smiles at me. I set the snacks down on my dresser and turn to face him, hands on my hips. “Alright.” I say. “You have to be able to sit down comfortably in a cross legged position for awhile. Can you do that in armor?”

He laughs and sets down his helmet next to our bag of snacks. “Why mesh’la, trying to get me down to my skivvies already?”

I blush and start to stutter when he chimes in. “I’m just messing with you. I’m wearing my blacks, so I’ll be well covered. That okay?”

I nod and turn to let him strip his armor. I resume my seated position and begin to take deep breaths once more. He slips into a seated position across from me. His blacks are basically tight under-armor sweats, clinging to him. I do my best not to stare at the way his broad chest rises and falls with his breath.

“Okay.” I say, clearing my throat. “You sure you want to do this? Meditation can be boring for someone who’s never done it before.”

He smiles gently at me and nods. “I want to know what it’s like for you. I want to know more about you and your Jedi customs that I hear so much about.”

I grin and guide him through the first few steps- how to best position yourself, how to ground yourself, how to breathe. Then, together, we begin.

Our breaths are even, slow. The room is quiet, and seems to breathe with us. Focus. I tell myself. Forget he’s there. Forget his body is so close to yours. Forget the feeling of him close to you, kissing you all those nights ago. I slightly shake my head. This isn’t working.

If I can’t forget about him being in this room, I need to use him as a focus tool. I clear my mind again and this time I reach out with the Force. The world around me is dark behind my closed eyes, but I can see the glimmering outlines of my room with the vibrations of the Force around me. I look inward first.

I appear as a tumultuous storm. Freezing rain and moonlight take up the space my body should in my mind’s eye. It makes sense. I’ve appeared this way since Rankill, since joining the 501st. There’s something calming to me about the chaos of my Force signature.

Then I reach out to Rex. My breath halts.

Springtime on Naboo. The sunshine of Tatooine, bright and brilliant. He is warm and bright and comforting, the Force radiating from within him.

What a pair we make. I bask in his glow, and sigh in my meditative state, relaxing for once. The storm of midnight rain within me slows to a moonlit mist, and for the first time in months, I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t been able to achieve alone. Slowly I open my eyes. Rex sits across from me, and even without the aid of the Force, he still seems to glow for me.

He is fidgeting, and doing his very best to stay still and focus, but I can tell it’s futile for him. I feel lead by magnetism towards him, and on all fours I crawl across to him and sit in front of him on my knees. “Rex.” I whisper. His eyes fly open. “Do you want to see what I see, when I meditate?” He nods. Sitting in the same position as him, knees touching, I take his hands. We both close our eyes again. This time, when I reach out to the Force, I encompass Rex in my mind’s eye, sharing my sight with him, an old trick my Master used to do when training me. Rex sucks in a breath and trembles. “Woah.” Is all he can manage.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” I whisper, knowing how intense it can be seeing through the Force for the first time. I show him the room, and then turn him to himself.

“That’s you.” I whisper. “In the force. Bright sunlight.” His hands shake in mine.

“I look like that? Does everyone?” He asks.

“No.” I respond. “Everyone looks different, we are all individuals in the Force.”

He squeezes my hands once, twice. “Can I see you, mesh’la?”

I pause, then show him. He has tried so hard recently to be patient with me and udnerstand me and my hesitations about our attraction to one another. The least I can do is show him this side of me, the truest form of me. The silence when I show him is permeating.

My storm picks up, wind and rain and hail against the night. “Wow.” He breathes. I open my eyes and drop his hands, not knowing whether to feel shy or embarrassed. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me in a new way. There’s quiet. Then he whispers, so softly, gazing at me. “You’re so beautiful.” I blush and look down. Then he’s on his knees, closing the distance between us. His hand reaches up to my face and brings my mouth to his. His kiss is soft and gentle at first, a lighter repeat of our tryst at the bar. His hand cups my face and pulls me deeper into the kiss. I'm drunk on the smell of him, and the flutter in my stomach returns with full force. He wraps his other arm around my back, and pulls me into his lap and I impulsively wrap my legs around him.

This is the most intense our connection has ever been, and I’m losing sight of my inhibitions. This is what I’ve been wanting. I was no stranger to quick rounds of lust and achieving what I and my partner for the night needed. My guilt and fear and anxiety are silenced by the memory of his sunshine and warmth. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing to be somehow closer. My arms and legs wrapped around him, he gathers his feet under him and stands, carrying me with him. He walks the few feet to my bed and sets me gently on it.

“Is this okay?” He asks breathless and I nod, kissing him a bit more feverishly in our new environment. I lay back and pull him over me, and he braces himself above me with one arm, the other hand on my ribs as he kisses me deeply. His lips leave mine and make a trail down my jaw to my neck, where his kisses feel like fire beneath my skin, my pulse racing. He brings his lips back to mine and I nip at his bottom lip. I’ve lost all sense of time and space. All there is, is Rex and me. His left hand is under my shirt now, and edging up towards my bra, so painfully slowly. He pulls from me.

“Mesh’la.” he breathes. “How far do you want this to go?”

My mind is too aflame to know where to draw a line. “I’ll let you know, is that okay?” I ask, nervous.

“Ofcourse.” He whispers, kissing me again and saying “Your wish is my command. You call the shots, remember?”

I nod and pull him back to me. Slowly, eyes on mine the whole time, his hand slips under my bra and cups my breast. He is so warm, and his rough hand sends my sensitive skin prickling under his touch. “So far, so good?” He asks and I nod. I kiss him and I gasp when he ever so lightly pinches my nipple, biting his bottom lip hard in response. I sit up, and I reach for my shirt, crossing it over my head, unhooking my bra, tossing both to the side. It’s funny, I have never been shy- certainly not with any of my flings. But Rex? I’ve never wanted someone to want me in the way I want him to.

He stares at my revelation, eyes dark and hungry. He pulls his own shirt off and pulls me to him, kissing and nibbling at my collarbone. He kisses down my sternum, just between my breasts my nipples hard in the coolness of my room. He lowers his mouth to a breast, his warm breath raising goose bumps on the skin. He flicks his eyes up to me in question, I put a hand to his face in response, thumb brushing his cheekbone reassuringly. His lips are soft as they wrap around my nipple, and he sucks me in lightly. I throw my head back. My other breast is kneaded in the grip of his hand. Then- a banging at the door.

Rex gently bites my nipple in response to the sudden noise, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to avoid moaning out loud.

“Rex I know you’re in there, you’re needed in the Mess, fight broke out between some troops. Step to it.” Fives yells and bangs on the door again as he leaves. Rex removes himself from my breasts.

“Poor timing, as usual with Fives.” He says, and with both hands on each side of my head pulls me into a deep kiss then stands, putting on his shirt. I stay seated on the bed, as if in shock.

I was not expecting this to happen.

Rex slips his armor back on, and brings me the bag of goodies he had snatched for me. “I told you we might work up an appetite.” He laughs, and leans in to kiss me one last time, long and deep, before putting on his helmet. “I hope to continue this soon, mesh’la.” Then he’s gone.

—

Onderon is humid and hot, the jungle habitat teeming with life and strife. Separatists had taken over the planet, and under Master Skywalker’s command a small team of he, Master Kenobi, Rex, Ahsoka, and myself had been dispatched to teach a group of rebels how to defend themselves and hopefully secure their planet once more. Our goal was to get the rebel band ready enough to take back their capitol city of Iziz. We had already succeeded in our first impromptu battle against a few droids that had ransacked the encampment. The rebels were strong and tough and led by the Gerrera's, which meant luck was on their side. Tomorrow we would strike the city, and take out as many droid depots as we could.

Since the attack on the camp earlier, each of the Jedi has taken a shift to be on guard. I’m on shift, and the humid jungle night has me sweating. I’m alone out here, in the dark, with everyone else trying their best to rest for the day ahead. I peel off my tunic, the breeze hitting the bare skin of my stomach and neck and bringing me some much needed relief. My combat bra clings to me as I fan myself. Ahsoka would be relieving me soon. As if she could hear me, she comes out of her tent yawning, back in her bandeau to beat the heat. I wish her a good night as I go to my tent, eager for a few hours of sleep before a big day. I pause at the entrance to my tent.

Had I not closed this opening when I left?

Drawing my saber, I ignite, the cool blue glow illuminating the outside of the tent.

“Easy!” Whispers Rex harshly. “It’s just me. I was dropping off some water and gear for you. I didn’t think your shift ended so…” he stops short when he sees me.

My legs are long and bare beneath my rolled up combat leggings, and my bra hides only what was necessary. Where my usual first instinct would be to cover up, with Rex I heat up instead.

“Too hot for clothes?” He whispers, smirking.

I'm suddenly struck with a deliciously mean idea. “You tell me.” I say as I push past him and into my tent, disarming my saber. Only the moonlight dimly lights the inside of my tent now, as Rex stands at the entrance, enraptured. Slowly, my back to him, I unhook my bra and slip it off of me. I can sense him stiffen behind me in more ways than one. I ceremoniously roll down my leggings until I’m bare, my backside silhouetted for him in the night. I toss on a light, breathable tunic, and I turn back to face him, his mouth ajar.

“Much cooler now, Captain.” I say and even in the darkness I see his blush. I walk to him and give him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight.” I whisper in his ear. Before I can close the tent opening he gently grabs my chin and directs me back to him, to his lips, and kisses me hungrily. “G’night” he growls, and closes my tent for me, stomping off.

—-

The rebellion has gone anything but according to plan. Saw Gerrera and I sit locked in a room in the city of Iziz, a droid interrogating and torturing us intermittently. The deposed President is set to be executed later today and I am running out of time to find a way to get us out of here.

As impulsive and violent Saw has proven to be, I am in awe of his ability to withhold under torture. I was trained by the Jedi to be a mental fortress, to find peace in the Force when in pain. Saw seems to feed off of the pain, letting it fuel his anger. We sit in this desolate room, shackled when not in the Electroholder, for two days.

Suddenly, the man who has previously been in charge of keeping us here walks in, a gun to his back.

“Easy now. Unlock the restraints and step to the wall.” A familiar voice calls.

“Rex!” I say as the shackles fall away and I’m running to his arms. One arm holding the blaster, the other holds me tight. He briefly presses his helmet to my temple. “Gave me quite a scare mesh’la. Time to get out of here.”

Saw charges past, and Rex and I follow into the fray. Ahsoka has just saved the rightful President, and the city is in chaos. I hear chatter in Rex’s comm. “Affirmative General, hostages rescued. Headed to the ship now, gonna need medical when we hit Coruscant.” Only when he mentions medical do I realize just how sore my body is, how tired I am. “Did we do it?” I ask, leaning into him for stability as we make our way to the cruiser.

“Yes, Cyare, we did it. The city is free and it’s time to get you home.”

At that he scoops me up before my legs can collapse, the adrenaline wearing off, and spirits me away to safety.

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I wake up in my own bed, feeling alive and pain free. The bacta they had given me in medical had cured my lacerations and bruises, and all that was left of my time in Onderan was a sense of relief. I look around my dark room. It must be the middle of the night. I spot a note in my bedside table and reach to open it.

Keira, I tried to wait for you to wake up, but I started to draw attention hanging around your door too much. If you wake up and need me, come get me.

Yours,

Rex

Did I need him? I don’t know. But I definitely wanted him. He had broken me free, and I felt the sight of him bursting into that room, gun drawn, the moment we stood head to head, had done something to me. Perhaps I dreamed in my bacta-induced sleep the type of dreams I had come to relish.

Regardless, I wanted to thank Rex, for his help.

I tiptoe down the corridors of the 501st’s barracks to just outside the Captain’s quarters. I lightly knock and hear a stirring inside, feet hitting the cold floor of the room and striding to the door. It slides open with a soft whoosh.

When I see what stands before me, my mind is made up.

Rex stands, shirtless and in only a pair of tight regulation boxers, running a hand through his short hair. “This better be good, brothe….” He falls short when he realizes I’m not a clone here to interrupt his rest, and a blush creeps up his face.

“Mind if I come in?” I ask and he steps to the side, offering the open door to me. The door closes behind me and I turn to face him.

“I didn’t want to wake you but I needed to see you.” I say quietly.

He reaches for me and holds me at arm's length, scanning me. “Everything okay? Are you okay? How are you feeling?” His hands are warm, and I take one in my hands and bring the palm up to my lips, kissing it.

“I’m feeling good.” I bring up his other hand and kiss it’s palm too.

“Really good. I wanted to thank you for your daring rescue.” I reach up and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Will you let me thank you, Rex?”

He looks me deep in the eyes and sees the intention there.

“Fuck yes.” He murmurs and kisses me, hard.

His hands in my hair, he pushes me lightly against the wall. One hand to the back of his neck and I kiss and nibble the other side of it. I slide my free hand down his chest, past the muscles of his abdomen, until my palm rests on the firm, large bulge in his boxers.

“Oh kriff.” He sighs as I give a small squeeze and bite his bare shoulder. Eye locking, I slide down the wall and his body, coming to my knees before him.

Maintaining eye contact, I kiss him through the constraint of his boxers, and hook my fingers into the band. Pulling them down, he springs free and I am left breathless in anticipation. Having had prior experience with Fives, I can now confirm that the clones aren’t identical in every way. The blond, trimmed hair trailing from the base of him up his abdomen was new, for one. The length and girth of him, another. Astonished, I fist my hand around him, and look up grinning. He rubs a hand over his face, unsure if he is dreaming.

Flattening my tongue I lick up his shaft, eliciting a gasp.

“Thank you...” I say, then lick up him again, leaving him shuddering.

“For saving…” I trail kisses down his veins.

“Me.”

With this, I take the head of him into my mouth and suck lightly. He moans, and it is a beautiful sound that sends shivers up my spine. “Mesh’la.” He groans, and brings a hand to knot in my hair.

I slowly work my way down him, my throat adjusting to his considerable size. I reach my limit and gag slightly, and look up at him in embarrassment only for his hips to stutter and have him say my name like a prayer. I pull off of him. “You like that, Rex? Like when I gag on your cock?”

“Maker, yes, Keira.” He breathes, and I take him as deeply as I can again, bottoming out again and still not taking the whole of him. I’m needy- I’ve needed him for so long. He shudders again, and now both of his hands are in my hair.

“Mesh’la, this is much more of a thanks than I deserve, you’re doing so well, taking it so well.” He growls.

At this encouragement my core throbs and my stomach flutters. Using my hand to make up for the bit of him my mouth can’t handle, I start to suck harder, take him faster and as deep as I can, gagging every time I go too far. With every bob of my head I feel him flex and tense. “Baby.” He whispers.

He’s never called me that, and I’m almost caught off guard, but I don’t let my tempo falter. Using my hand and the thick strings of spit connecting me to him, I begin to pump him, as my mouth kisses the place between his shaft and the heavy, hanging part of him that begins to tighten.

“Gonna come, cyarika.” He moans and I look up at him.

“Where do you want to come? I’m all yours.” I ask. “My face? My throat?”

He nods at this, and I take him back into my mouth, quick, deep sucking strokes until I feel that first hot rope of cum, then I take him as far back into my throat as I can, gagging around him, drinking in his release. His breath is ragged and the sound that tears from his throat is guttural. His hands tighten in my hair, but he doesn’t push me down further onto him, knowing I can’t take anymore.

When I feel his body start to relax, I back off of him, and with a healthy dose of eye contact, wipe my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes are glazed, but I swear I can see stars in them as he winds his arms under mine and picks me up off my knees. His lips meet mine, hungrily. “My turn.” He growls. I shake my head and give him a quick peck then lean to whisper in his ear. “This was my thank you for saving me, remember?” I nip at his earlobe and push off of him, heading for the door.

“Sweet dreams, Rexy.” I call quietly, as I slip out of his room and into the dark corridor, a smile on my face, heart racing. The door closes behind me and I let loose the breath I had been holding and head back to my room for what will surely be a night full of the best/worst kind of dreams.

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Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.2)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

Word Count: 1.9k

The next morning was absolutely hectic.

The news of what happened hit fast. Mom told you at breakfast that someone was found supposedly murdered at the trailer park in Forest Hills. Nancy somehow already knew. Of course, you realized, she’d be investigating for the paper. Murder makes for good headlines. Mike had already left for California early this morning. You racked your brain for who it might’ve been before making the decision to just go check on your friends in person.

Steve and Robin would be an easy stop since they both had work. You felt like your body was lined with lead the whole walk to Family Video. Part of you felt sick at the idea that Steve might be hurt. In an attempt to get rid of the thought, you twisted and fidgeted with your hands on the way there, chewing at the skin around your nails.

The door jingled when you walked in and you sighed in relief at the sight of your friends sitting bored at the counter. Despite it being almost noon on a Saturday, the store was relatively empty, with a few patrons scattered amongst the aisles.

“Hey Y/N. Come to rent one of our many new and amazing tapes?” Robin smiled without her eyes as she pitched to you. As much as she loved being able to watch movies for free, Robin was not amazing with people. It shocked you when she told you she had gotten a job as a video store clerk, as much of the job is giving personal recommendations and reviews to curious customers.

“Oh yes absolutely. Anything with full frontal nudity? I’m not picky on chicks or dicks.” You said, just loud enough to make another customer look at you funnily. An older gentleman glared at you over his glasses.

Steve seemed to finally notice your presence and waved with his fingers, his chin resting on his palm. The simple action made you smile softly, and you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach before you threw up.

“What’s going on? Last time I had to drag you here just to keep me company while I did inventory. You almost killed me with your little death stare.” Steve seemed genuinely perturbed at the memory of you pretending to “force choke” him.

“You guys haven’t seen the news? You work in a video store for Christ’s sake, there’s t.v.s everywhere.” You snatched the remote from off the counter, ignoring a disgruntled “Hey!” from Robin as you switched the channel to a local news station.

“We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name...”

“Holy shit. Any ideas on who it is?” Steve looked at you for an response, and your heart fluttered as you looked back at him. He was wearing one of his signature polo shirts, but with a signature Family Video vest on top of it. While Robin’s vest had pins and buttons all over, Steve’s was empty. You wondered why that was.

“I didn’t even know it was a student until now. I only came in because I knew you guys worked today and I wanted to make sure the both of you were still alive. I mean who else is gonna drive me to school?” You added that last part with a laugh, a poor attempt to ease tension.

“You could always catch a ride with Eddie. Doesn’t he drive your brother to school sometimes too?” Steve joked. Of course, you didn’t find him very funny.

“Munson The Freak? I would really rather walk every morning. Why on earth would I want to risk being caught getting out of the druggie van?” You crossed your arms and leant your elbows onto the countertop. Robin smiled a little and continued stacking her tapes. The only reason you didn’t drive Mike was because of your lack of a car. And drivers license. You hated that he ever rode in that van. Who knows what Eddie did in there? Or who? You ignored the way you felt at the thought of Eddie Munson with some girl in the back of his van.

Just as you opened your mouth to talk someone burst through the front door, the bell jingling frantically as it basically smacked into the wall. Dustin and Max come barreling toward you until they hit the desk.

“Hey Steve. How many phones do you have?” Dustin skipped pleasantries to ask.

“Two. Why?” Steve answered, but Robin chimed in correcting that it’s actually three counting their boss’ phone.

Dustin threw his bag and himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of tapes Robin had been working on. The kids filled all of you in on what they knew, including their plans for the phones. They had it in their heads that not only was Chrissy Cunningham the victim, but that Eddie Munson, whose trailer she apparently died in, was not her killer.

“Hold on, what? Chrissy Cunningham went to Eddie Munson’s trailer after the game to buy drugs?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes, and we need-“

“Bullshit.”

“Y/N this is serious, Eddie’s not guilty.” Dustin said, clearly frustrated.

“How do you know that? She died in his trailer. His uncle works nights. They would’ve been alone.” You prodded slightly, knowing that even Steve, who usually trusted Dustin with his life, was also skeptical.

“Look, guys, I know Eddie. He may seem like a weirdo to you but he wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t have.” Dustin’s eyes held a certain look you only remember seeing when it came to Dart, his pet demodog a few years ago.

You decided against admitting that you actually knew Eddie pretty well too. At least you knew Eds, from middle school. He had always been a metal head, constantly bugging you to listen to new songs by his favorite bands. You’d shared popsicles together and skinned your knees on the same dirt roads. But after what happened with your mom, and then being adopted by the Wheelers, you and Eddie slowly drifted apart. He started dealing around freshman year, and you started focusing on your grades. He became Eddie “The Freak” Munson, and you became Y/N Wheeler. You had always figured the two of you just grew separately as people. And despite everything you kind of missed him.

You conceded, rolling your eyes and skimming the list of names and numbers he handed you. You recognized a few from Hellfire but you knew this was going to take a little while.

For the next hour, Robin, Max, and Dustin used the phones to call each of Eddie’s friends and possible contacts to see if they knew where he is. By the end of the list, your leads had dwindled down to a single name, Reefer Rick, who Eddie supposedly bought his drugs from. The moniker made you want to laugh before you were reminded that this was a manhunt for a non-murderer. When nobody could think of his actual name, Robin had the idea to check rentals and returns for any Ricks. Finally you found Rick Lipton, who had rented Fast Times and three separate Cheech and Chong movies, and his address.

“2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lovers Lake.”

The five of you piled into Steve’s car and the music he’d had on was blasting through the stereo as he peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street.

You pulled up to Rick’s house, the two kids and you packed into the backseat. You start by knocking on the front door, Dustin opting to yell Eddie’s name to the open area around the house. Steve reminded him Eddie is in hiding, to which he responded by banging on the door yelling “Reefer Rick!” instead. You felt the urge to roll your eyes again, but refrained when you noticed the panicked look on Max’s face. She hadn’t been the same after Billy died at Starcourt last year. And you worried about her often, but anytime you asked she shrugged you off and told you she’s fine.

When nobody answered, the group migrated to a boathouse behind the original building. The gang continued calling out for Eddie, while Steve grabbed an oar off the wall and used it to poke the inside of the small boat hanging in the center of the room.

“What are you doing?” Dustin looked at Steve, confused.

“He might be in there.” Steve answered, still jabbing at the contents of the boat, which were covered in a blue tarp.

“So take the tarp off.”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” The squabbling made you shake your head. Steve could be childish when it came to these kids. He was devoted to their protection, so much so it made him sound like a mom sometimes. You liked him more for it.

Steve turned around to argue with Dustin about their previous excursions and lack of caution In dangerous situations when Eddie jumped out of the boat and pinned Steve against the wall, holding him there with a busted bottle to his throat.

“Eddie! Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve.” Dustin inched closer to the two of them, but Eddie only dug the bottle further into Steve’s neck. Your heart dropped into your ass at the thought that Eddie might actually be a murderer, and he currently had a weapon to your best friend and childhood crush’s throat.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin from band. This is my friend Max. You know, the one who never wants to play D&D? And that’s Y/N, you’ve got classes with her. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother.”

The others and yourself agreed and swore on Dustin’s mother. He faltered for a moment, but finally dropped the bottle and sat down with his head between his knees. He looked like he might be crying, but he was just hyperventilating, pulling his hands through his hair.

“We want to know what happened.”

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie sniffled a little. And you felt a little guilty for it but you almost enjoyed seeing him this way, crying and afraid.

Max spoke up, “Try us.”

Eddie spent the better half of an hour giving all of you a detailed play by play of everything that happened the night prior. Chrissy Cunningham had in fact gone to him to buy drugs, only to wind up some kind of possessed and killed.

“I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her there.” After a long pause Eddie scoffed. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!” Eddie punched the side of the boat with a fist full of ring clad fingers.

It was only during his outburst you finally realized how much jewelry Eddie wore. A necklace with a guitar pick, a belt chain, at least five rings, and like you had guessed yesterday, a tongue piercing. Probably the wrong time to notice this stuff, you know, but… something about the way he twists his rings on his fingers when he’s nervous and plays with his top lip with his tongue is almost… attractive? You literally shake the thought out of your head and turn your attention to Dustin, who’s explaining the town “curse.”

“I tried to wake her man it was like she was in a trance or something.”

“Or a spell?”

“Or a curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”

You and Steve ask at the same time,“Who’s Vecna?” Both boys answer you.

“An undead creature of great power.”

“A spell caster.”

“A dark wizard.”

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