#he could have done it stoically

[ansonmountdaily]

Captain Pike fixing a crew member's uniform before an embassador arrives ♥

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x08 "Under the Cloak of War"

[justporo]

Who's the goose... (1)

Finally having arrived in Baldur's Gate, Astarion finds the wrong pocket to pick - and gets turned into a goose as punishement. Peace was never an option.

PART 2 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: This might as well have been the stupidest idea I've ever had but I couldn't get it out of my head, so here we are. Thanks for input and giving me some more stupid ideas for this to my bf, @tatterings, @bearhugsandshrugs and @the-littlest-raindrop and @megschaef98 for already cackling about it (and everyone else on that server for your love and support!); ah also Neil Newbon for coming up with this... The wonderful little doodle is once more done by the lovely @azaani-art!

Pairing: Uhm, Goosetarion(Astarion)/GN!Tav (You)

Rating: Stupid

Warnings: goose? (I'm sorry, I'm really just running with the bit by now...)

Wordcount: 3,7k

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A goose sat in front of you all.

And it looked weirdly humanoid how it sat there: tiny rubbery legs stretched out in front of it and the wings too – as if it didn’t know how to properly move or place them.

The goose’s head turned around on the long neck to look at you and your companions out of its small red button eyes. The feathers on top of its head were a bit ruffled and almost gave it the look of having a flurry of white curls right there.

It lifted its stretched out wings a little. Looked at them one after another and made a small croaking noise as it did so.

That made it shut its beak again and snap its red gaze back to you.

You looked down at the goose in shock. The goose looked at you with what you presumed was shock too.

And then it opened its beak wide and started wailing with loud honks, as loud as its avian lungs would allow.

The party had finally arrived at Baldur’s Gate. And then had quickly realised that none of you had really an idea where to start your investigation. So, you had taken to walk around the Lower City and just casually ask around to find out more about what seemed to be going on in the city – especially with this Lord Enver Gortash and his newly established Steel Watch.

The day had been long and exhausting. You all kind of had forgotten how a day without a battle, killing and mortal peril was spent – just walking around in the city, engaging in inconspicuous small talk and trying not to lose your mind by getting nowhere with it – what could possibly be more dreadful than that?

Morale had already been low since the start. Halsin had very obviously been a bit unsettled by the big, bustling city, no matter how much he had tried to hide it. Jaheira had just stoically taken in the city and what had changed since she had last been there. Lae’zel had basically been gnawing on your ears with her complaints of how stupid your approach of talking to people was. That in turn had made Shadowheart almost want to choke her (again). And Wyll had become awfully silent since you’d entered the city – too much was weighing on his mind. Gale was just sad.

Karlach probably was the only one in quite the happy mood: since it’s been a very long time for her since she’s actually been to Baldur’s Gate she was just amazed by everything she saw. And she promptly called that out. Every. Single. Thing. So really not doing anything to help with the low mood of the group.

You had just tried to make the best out of it although you certainly had had to admit to yourself that the missing success of your day had been weighing on you also. But you had tried to be stubborn about it.

Astarion had walked by your side the whole day, surprisingly diligent on his part. You had felt that he was tense – as could have been expected upon entering the lair of his master again. But he had really tried to support you with your current goals – and you were absolutely thankful for that.

But as the day had grown late you had felt the annoyance rise in him too, just as much as it had within you.

It had already become dark in the city. Lanterns and the pale moonlight now had been the only sources of light. You had known that the group should’ve soon gotten back to the inn to retire for the night – despite having found out nothing today.

But you had wanted to push for one last attempt - unfortunately. And when you had happened upon a rather feisty older fellow, Astarion’s thin-stretched patience had finally snapped.

After you had tried to talk to this guy and he had only kept answering in riddles, you had been about to give up when you had noticed that the vampire beside you had disappeared.

You had feared nothing good from this finding and sure as all Nine Hells you had seen how Astarion had tried to sneak up on this man and pickpocket him.

And this had been, when things had really gone sideways – and then backwards; and down a hill.

With Astarion’s hands still in his robe the man had turned around to the vampire and looked him straight in the eye: “What do you think you’re doing there, young man?” He hadn’t even sounded awfully angry, rather a bit amused.

Astarion had simply blinked at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he had so easily been found out. The guy had watched him for a second longer with a small, suppressed smile playing on his lips and then started to whisper as an ominous purple glow had started to emit from him.

The vampire had hastily tried to scurry back, but it was already too late. An explosion of purple light had blinded you all and made you turn away with groans.

And when you had turned around again, both men standing there had been gone, only a single goose left in their place that had looked dazed and very out of place.

So here you were now: with a vampire turned into a screaming goose.

You really didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry – probably both. The wailing from polymorphed Astarion was ringing in your ears. Gods, geese could be really loud, couldn’t they?

You looked around your group of friends in desperate need for help.

Karlach had completely lost it, almost doubled over on the cobblestone street. Even Lae’zel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing, covering half her face with one of her hands. But most of your other companions just looked as shocked and surprised as you.

Gale had his hand on his chin and was obviously very deep in thought – surely, he was already figuring something out to fix this mess. At least you immediately deeply hoped for it.

For a moment you just stood there. Warm, orange light from some nearby windows was lighting the absurd scene. The goose’s wailing drifted to the background for a few moments as your vision blurred and your gaze wandered miles away.

How exactly had you ended up in this ridiculous situation? Out of everything, how had all the steps you had taken led you to this night where your already traumatised soulmate had been turned into poultry and was now shouting the whole city down? Didn’t you have enough on your godsdamned plate already? Would the damned gods ever give you a break?

Your eyes started to burn and water as you stared into the void. You really couldn’t take much more.

But how many times had you been at this point? Too many already anyways.

So, you did, what you always did: took a deep breath, closed your eyes for a hot second, pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose and tried to focus your thoughts again.

You’d find a way out of this and if not… Well, you’d find a way to live with Astarion as a goose, for better or for worse.

When you focused again on the scene, you saw how Halsin was slowly approaching the goose that was Astarion and was still honking as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, who knew? Gale was whispering an incantation and focusing on the goose. The rest was just still standing around with quizzical looks on their faces or casually losing it and losing their last shreds of sanity.

Halsin had almost reached the crying bird, all the while softly mumbling calming words to Astarion. The druid stretched out his arms as if he planned to pick up the still screaming animal.

But just before he could reach it, Astarion saw it coming, stopped his whining and jumped up with fluttering wings. With a quickness that would have been astounding for such an animal, had you not known that it was normally a dexterous rogue, the goose got up from its awkward sitting position and snapped at the fingers of the druid. Halsin immediately recoiled and looked a little hurt.

Astarion was flaring his big white wings now – lifting them up and his long goose neck stretched out, ready to snap again at anyone that tried to touch him. At least he had stopped honking now and was just swaying his head around at all of you standing around him in a loose half circle – ready to fight anyone who would dare touch a single feather on his head.

“Astarion?”, you asked cautiously, fearing that the transmutation hadn’t altered the vampire’s mind as well. The goose immediately turned to you, a small and much more silent honk left its throat. Its wings lowered a little as soon as it heard your voice. “I know this will sound stupid given the situation, but uh, please try to calm down?”, you asked him and made a grimace while you helplessly stretched out your arms to him, bending your knees.

Astarion honked once more in a clearly annoyed tone and let his wings sink fully as if he was letting his shoulders drop in defeat.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Meanwhile the others had started to get out of their stupor or calmed themselves from their laughter. Everyone stayed clear of the clearly readily violent goose though.

You crouched down fully and stretched out your arms even more towards the animal that kept watching you intently. With no more words or honks, the goose settled down its wings and carefully waddled over to you and your opened arms.

Once Astarion was very close you couldn’t help yourself but go to your knees and reach out both your arms wider for the animal – ready to give it a hug. Astarion slowly stepped into them and you carefully wrapped your arms around the goose as it made a small honk. It sounded pretty sad and helpless and you could suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes.

You held the much smaller animal. The feathers were surprisingly soft and Astarion carefully placed his small goose head on your shoulder with another quiet honk. It was so light you could barely feel it at all resting there.

The mood in the group had suddenly soured watching you take your partner in your arms – no matter the actual ridiculousness of the situation.

You held the goose and petted it softly, until Gale interrupted the awkward silence with an exclamation.

“Aha”, the wizard made and came back out of his trancelike concentration. He looked around in some confusion as everyone watched the tragic scene of you sadly hugging the poor animal that had awkwardly stretched out its wings a little to return the sentiment – it hadn’t really worked well.

“Uhm”, Gale made and then cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. The group just looked at him in silence.

“By the gods, what is with the sudden graveyard atmosphere? You all do realise Astarion is not de- I mean…”, he started sassily and interrupted himself when he realised his mistake. And before he could start again, the bird in your arms had started writhing and honking again. Obviously, Astarion had opinions on not getting the same kind of compassion from Gale as from the others now.

He tried to break free from your arms, but you held him easily – he was just… a goose after all. Although, you got whacked in the face by his wings several times. “Astarion!”, you scolded him. “I really don’t think you’re in a position to be feisty right now. And I’m pretty sure he has something to share that will help about the situation you are in. And might I add, the situation you put yourself in on your own!” A bit of anger welled up in you at the vampire and his godsdamned shenanigans that had landed you all in this mess now. Also his audacity to still be sassy about it – not even being turned into a featherball could stop him from that, it seemed.

The goose calmed down, reluctantly. Its beak was still open as it stared at the wizard – probably the equivalent of the vampire baring his teeth at him. You carefully let him go and just sat down backwards on the ground. You could use it right now.

“Now, if we’re not in a poultry house anymore”, Gale continued cheerily and gave the present poultry a death glare. The goose gave a very slight hiss – at least he had retained that capability.

You waved Gale to please go on.

“Alright, it’s – as you might’ve figured already – a transmutation spell. And might I add a mighty one. I really have no idea who that fellow was, but it surely was the wrong pocket to pick, Astarion – or might I say Goosetarion”, the wizard explained in his scholarly manor and wiggled a finger at the goose while grinning – earning himself another hiss. At least someone present seemed intrigued about the whole situation.

Hearing that it was a mighty spell already let your heart sink. But Gale went on and everyone just listened intently: “The good news is though: transmutations spells can’t be held for overly long. So, I’d say we’re back with our sassy humanoid companion in about…” Gale drew out his words as everyone hung on his lips.

“I’d say twenty-four hours at the latest.”

“TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, came back the answer in unison from almost all the companions – and a mournful honk. Your mouth fell open but honestly you were immediately flooded with relief that you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life with a goose – although you would have committed to that.

“Tchk, and what are we going to do with him in the meantime? Walk him around on a leash? We can’t waste any time!”, Lae’zel commented. Karlach started to snicker again, and so did Shadowheart and Wyll around her.

Goosetarion small red eyes flashed viciously and he quickly lashed out at her like he had at Halsin before, aiming for the githyanki ankle. But Lae’zel had the upper hand and quickly pushed him away with her foot – not exactly kicking him but not exactly being gentle either.

The goose landed ungracefully on its back, legs flailing in the air while it kept complaining and trying to get up again.

“Lae’zel”, you shouted but she simply shrugged at you.

“Well, what else are we going to do? Tomorrow will just be another day of walking around the city trying to gather more information. What harm can it be then? Also, it’s not like we could just leave him here anywhere anyway. Beastly as he is, but he’s still only a goose now, we need to protect him”, Wyll chimed in sympathetically. You nodded your head in agreement and the others muttered their agreement, although some just a tad reluctantly.

Goosetarion in the meanwhile had waddled back over to you to be embraced again, head hanging slightly, doing his best to look like… well, a kicked goose.

You softly stroked his long feathery neck and noticed to your amusement that his rump started to wiggle when you did that. It surely seemed he wasn’t aware that he was doing that. You couldn’t hide a grin and you saw that Halsin grinned at you and the goose too.

“Can we just go back to the inn then? It’s already super late and my feet hurt”, Shadowheart added after it had been settled. Everyone hummed in exhausted agreement.

And so you went on your way. You softly got up from your seat on the cobble road while the goose complained about the lack of caressing happening. You stretched your back and watched after your friends that had already started to walk back towards your location for the night.

“Want me to carry you?”, you asked looking down at the goose and stretched out your arms again. But Goosetarion gave a curt honk and stretched his long neck away from you in an offended manner, then started to waddle after the others.

Now that you knew that he would hopefully be back to his normal humanoid self very soon, the humorous nature of the situation wasn’t as lost on you anymore. The way the goose wiggled its whole torso around while trying to catch up with the others was a sight to behold. Especially if you compared it with Astarion’s usual feline grace. And yet he was way too proud to just accept help.

You snorted and started to follow behind Goosetarion. He heard that and swung his head around while he kept walking, making him look even more ridiculous. You snorted more. And were pretty sure you could see the small red eyes scream bloody murder at you for mocking him.

But Astarion was way too focused and needed all his energy to keep up. Occasionally, he even had to break into a sprint – almost tripping over his rubbery feet and spreading out his wings to not lose balance. It was truly hilarious.

Some idle chatter developed between the companions and you on the way back. And of course, Goosetarion was the subject matter.

“Is there nothing you can do before the spell runs out?”, you asked Gale at some point while you were careful to walk exactly by the goose to offer at least a little protection.

“Oh, believe me, I would if I could – although I have to say I’m enjoying this situation a little bit-“ (“HONK!”) “ but it is, as I pointed out before, a pretty powerful spell. And if I started to fumble with it I might make it worse and-“ (“Honk…”) “- and I guess you’d rather have him back in one piece”, Gale ended and ignored the bickering animal between him and you. You nodded in agreement with the wizard – seemed your safest bet would be to just sit this one out.

“Looks like until tomorrow you’re just going to be a silly little goose then, aren’t you, Asta-OWW!” That had been a line crossed for Goosetarion. And other than Halsin and Lae’zel, the wizard surely was not quick enough to avoid the rogue goose’s vicious attack on his ankles. Gale awkwardly tried to kick at the goose but Goosetarion had learnt from the last time and quickly ducked out of the way, rushing around you so he could hide behind your legs.

“You had that one coming”, you mumbled under your breath as Gale looked at you hurt. He walked a little faster then, trying to steer clear from the murderous bird and engaged others in conversation. Goosetarion waddled through your legs so he was walking in front of you again although you noticed that he was clearly starting to struggle

“And couldn’t you not just at least cast “Speak with animals” or something?”, Karlach took up the conversation about Goosetarion’s fate. You hadn’t even thought of that so far. You had just been too occupied with the situation as a whole. You simply shrugged because you had absolutely no idea.

“But he is not an animal”, Jaheira replied to Karlach’s suggestion in her matter-of-fact demeanor from in front of you. Halsin beside her nodded silently. “He is still his vampiric elven self, just temporarily in another form. Even if Halsin or I wildshaped into geese we would not be able to speak with him because we are at least partly beast when we turn”, the infamous druid added to her explanation. “As far as I know there is no spell to work in this situation. But quite frankly maybe we could all do without his yapping for at least a day and he learns a lesson about all of this”, she finished and gave the goose a stern look.

Goosetarion stopped and made another rather sad honk. He really must have been having the worst and most humbling of times.

You stopped just behind the goose: “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” The look Jaheira gave you made sure though that she absolutely did, but you brushed over it. You held out your arms to the goose again. However, Goosetarion again just waddled off on his own.

But the way to the inn was long and the goose was soon almost completely exhausted, probably amplified by not being used to moving around like that. At some point, when you had already slid out of all the other conversations and were just deep in your thoughts, you were stopped by another soft honk just below you.

Astarion stood before you and had spread his wings towards you, neck craned up towards you. It again looked weirdly humanoid with the way he moved and behaved. When you didn’t immediately react because you were really just very exhausted and didn’t catch on, the goose started to kind of hop in place and honked again.

“Oh, you want to be picked up! Sorry”, you replied and bent down to awkwardly grab the animal.

After some wriggling around and Astarion’s earnest tries to not writhe around too much in your arms, you were able to lift him up. He was stretching his neck and small feet out and made small noises that made you think that he wasn’t quite very comfortable with what was happening. But he gave his best to cope.

Once you kind of had him settled down on your hip, one arm around him and one under him to support him, he seemed to be considerably more comfortable, better even. When you had caught up to the others again and Gale sassily lifted an eyebrow at the goose now being carried around, Astarion made full use of his long neck to peck at the wizard’s sleeve.

Gale squealed again – much to the amusement of the rest of the group and made sure to keep even more distance from the goose. Goosetarion gave a contented honk then and refrained from biting anyone else for the rest of the way.

You were still laughing softly with the others, when the inn came into view. At least you hadn’t lost your humour so far.

(To be continued...)

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The Younger Kind Part 60 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Your bachelorette outing and Bradley's bachelor party are both hosted by the same person, but they couldn't be more different. Spending an evening at home with Noah is reminiscent of your babysitting days, but now he's asking you some pertinent questions.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, swearing, smut, drinking, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

Natasha was outside in her SUV on the driveway, ready to pick you up for your bachelorette outing. You refused to call it a bachelorette party since it was just the two of you going out for the evening, but Bradley made sure his best friend knew to spare no expense when it came to anything you wanted.

"It's just pedicures and pottery," you whispered against Bradley's lips with a smile as he held you close so he could feel your round belly against his body. "I'll be home in a few hours."

He grunted softly, kissing you a little deeper before releasing your lips. "We'll still miss you," he murmured, letting his hands roam along your hips while Noah sat on the area rug and worked on one of the new coloring books you picked up for him. "And don't overdo it." When Natasha started honking her horn, he let his forehead rest on your shoulder. "She's the worst."

You just laughed and kissed his cheek as you said, "She's the best, and you know it, Daddy."

It would have been impossible to dispute that fact. She was the one who took care of you when Bradley wasn't stateside. "Go have fun."

"Bye, Mommy!" Noah said, popping up to give you a hug when Bradley released you. He scooped his son up since he didn't want you lifting anything, and you gave Noah a kiss on the forehead.

"Have fun with Daddy," you told him, kissing him once more before heading outside to Nat's idling SUV. 

Bradley stood on the porch with Noah and waved until you were out of sight, and then Noah asked, "Can we get Mommy a coloring book?"

"Hey," Bradley said, nudging the door open while also making sure Skittles didn't get outside without her leash on. "That's a great idea, Bub. Maybe a Princess coloring book? You can give it to her for the wedding?"

His son looked so much like a tiny version of himself, and he had to stifle his laughter as Noah nodded stoically and said, "Yeah, she'd like that. I have so many great ideas."

Bradley took him back inside, and they ended up stretched out on the floor together. Noah continued with his masterpiece while Bradley started searching for options on his phone. After a few minutes, he found an independent shop that made coloring books with different themes based on photos that you send to them. "Do you like this?" he asked his son, holding up his phone.

Noah looked at the sample pages as Bradley scrolled through them. He nodded and said, "Mommy is prettier than that."

"She absolutely is," Bradley replied as he realized the wedding was in a week and didn't know if a custom book could even be completed in that short amount of time. "Let me see if we can get something like this for her. If not, we can always save it for her birthday."

His son started to pout at the mere mention of having to wait longer for it, so Bradley started typing up a message to the owner of the shop, hoping that he'd be able to explain that it was for his wedding. Once that was done, he checked the time and asked, "Do you need a snack before dinner?"

"Ants on logs," Noah replied without missing a beat. Bradley had no problem with the healthy snacks you somehow tricked the two of them into eating, but he was always told he never got the peanut butter proportions right.

"Yeah, okay. I can try to make them the way you like-"

"Mommy left some in the fridge."

Bradley chuckled as he stood up, coaxing Noah to abandon his coloring project for the time being. "Of course she did. She's the best." Somehow even when you weren't here, you had everything covered.

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"Okay, so if you could ditch Bradley and marry a celebrity, who would you pick?"

You burst out laughing in the pedicure chair next to Natasha with your hands resting on the roundest part of your belly. "Who said I would? Even if I could?" She gave you a look followed by an eye roll before you said, "You'll laugh at me, so I don't even want to say my answer."

"Just say it," she prompted as you dragged your foot through the warm water.

You groaned and said, "I like all the older, DILF-y actors."

Natasha started cackling as you covered your eyes with your hands. "You have a type!" she said amidst her laughter. "And your type is Rooster!"

You thought back to all the time you wasted with Greyson and other guys your age and grimaced. "I don't think that was always my type. It's a more recent development, and I'm not mad about it." You moved your hand on your belly and added, "Boy suck. Men are at least marginally better."

"Well," she said, leaning a little closer to you like she had a secret. "You found a good one. Or rather, I kind of found you for him. But regardless, he's a keeper. Kind of because he has Noah."

"Mostly because he has Noah," you told her, and then both of you were laughing.

After your nails were painted a vibrant purple, Natasha took you out for dinner and let you eat until you were full. You could tell your body and appetite were changing by the day, but you refused to feel self conscious about it in front of her. The two of you were sharing a slice of cake for dessert when you said, "He really did plan almost everything for the wedding. All I did was help him pick out matching suits for him and Noah to wear. And I picked out some flowers and my dress, but that's it."

Natasha hummed as she took another forkful of dessert. "I'm telling you, he'll always be good like that. He's a planner. Very responsible."

You felt silly telling her what was on your mind, but you said it anyway. "He pays my credit card bill. Not that I spend a lot! I try not to! I usually just buy groceries and things for Noah." She nodded like your words weren't as startling as you thought they were. "I kind of wanted to surprise him as a thank you, but if I buy something, he'll see it on the credit card statement."

Maybe you should have been wary of the smirk that found its way to her lips when Natasha said, "What if I rally the boys one night this week and take him out for a little bachelor party?"

"Oh," you said softly. "You'd do that? Just something lowkey?"

"Super lowkey," she agreed with a nod.

You could easily imagine them going to Top Golf or out for some drinks. "I think he might really like that."

"Or.... and just hear me out," she said, holding up her hands innocently after handing her credit card to the waiter. "Or, you let me absolutely roast him for the night."

You studied her face; how bad could it be? She was Bradley's best friend after all. Even if she was giving him a hard time, she'd probably make it fun. "What did you have in mind?" you asked as the two of you left the restaurant and headed for the pottery boutique down the block.

"A few things I'm going to need your approval for," she replied casually. And while you worked on making yourself a mug that said Noah's Mommy, you listened to Natasha's not-so-lowkey plans for Thursday night. By the time your mug actually looked like a mug, you gave her full approval.

"I almost feel bad about this," you told her with a laugh.

"I don't."

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The following evening after Noah was in bed, Bradley set you up for a nice shower while he cleaned up the kitchen from the chicken enchiladas you made for dinner. When Nat called him, he held his phone to his shoulder with his cheek and kept working.

He answered the call and asked, "Hey, what's up?"

"Your bachelor party with me and the guys starts at six o'clock on Thursday evening."

He laughed in response. "It's funny that this is the first time I'm hearing about it."

Bradley could practically feel her rolling her eyes through the phone. "Just be ready to go."

"Ready for what?" he asked, knowing better than to just trust her with this. The dating app was one thing, and that had turned out great in the end, but he wasn't going to blindly go with her on this.

"Uhhh... just some stuff."

"Natasha."

"Bradley."

"What did you do?"

There was a brief pause before she said, "Just be ready for dinner, booze and some strippers."

With a deep sigh, Bradley closed his eyes and said, "I'm going to have to check with my wife-to-be about the strippers, Nat." You had to know by now that you had nothing to worry about, and he wasn't even all that keen on going to a strip club, but he didn't want you to be upset.

"She knows the plan."

He froze as he loaded the dishwasher. "She does?"

Natasha laughed, and Bradley swore he felt his skin crawl. "She does. Be ready for six o'clock on Thursday."

"We have work on Friday-" 

She already ended the call. Bradley finished cleaning up when he heard you getting out of the shower. "God damn it, Nat," he muttered as he turned off the kitchen lights and made his way back to the bedroom where you were all wrapped up in a towel.

"Hi, Daddy."

He groaned at your words and your little smirk. "Hey, Baby. Can we talk for a minute?"

Your eyebrows shot up as you held your towel around you a little tighter. "What's wrong? Is it something about the wedding? Did the marriage license not go through? We only have six days."

"No, no," he promised, reaching for you. "It's not that. It's... I just got off the phone. With Nat."

You looked relieved as you leaned against him. "Good. I was worried for a second."

Bradley didn't quite know how to approach this topic now that he was here. Natasha would be as tenacious as a junkyard dog about her plans, so he had to say something. "You don't have anything to worry about."

You laughed softly. "That sounds nice."

He cleared his throat and said, "Nat called about my bachelor party night?" 

It came out more like a question than a statement, but you just nodded and said, "Dinner and drinks and the strip club."

"Yeah," he rasped. "You approved this whole thing?"

"Mmhmm. To be fair, it was all her idea. I just told her it was okay."

Bradley tipped your chin so you were looking up at him, your face fresh and perfect after your shower. "If this plan is not okay with you, then I'm not going."

"It's okay with me," you replied easily. "I trust you."

He studied your face. "I feel like I'm going to end up babysitting everyone on a work night. Two days before the wedding."

You snorted in response. "You'll have fun. And so will everyone else. You should go."

"Yeah, I'm going," he groaned. "Nat will just have the guys drag me out if I don't go willingly. But I don't really care about looking at strippers. I got you and your perfect tits right here at home."

You didn't stop him when he slowly tugged your towel from your fingers and pulled it open. And yeah, your tits looked perfect, but so did the swell of your pregnant belly and your soft skin. He was hard as soon as the towel hit the floor. 

"Daddy," you whined softly, shivering in his arms. It was December, and the nights were chilly in San Diego; you had taken to snuggling with him even more than usual in your sleep. "Now you need to warm me up."

"My pleasure," he replied, scooping you up and dropping you carefully onto the king sized bed that you picked out for the room. "Let me start right here," he whispered before he kissed you softly, covering your body gently with his. "Feeling warmer?"

You shifted beneath him, spreading your legs wider so he was nestled against your pussy, his cock straining against his jeans zipper. "A little bit," you whispered innocently. 

Bradley smirked, and when he brought his hand up to stroke your breast, he said, "I told you, I got these perfect tits right here."

"Bradley," you giggled as his fingers skimmed along your skin, but when he stroked his thumb across your tightly furled nipple, you arched your back and made a raspy gasping sound. Your eyes went wide as you looked up at him. "Oh my god," you moaned.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling his hand away, but you were already nodding vigorously. 

"It felt really good." The words rushed right from your lips as you rolled your hips up to meet his. "Different, I guess. I can't explain it."

When he rubbed your nipple between his thumb and index finger, he smirked. You were instantly squirming and moaning, reaching for his zipper with one hand and his hair with the other. Your eyes were wild even though he was being gentle, and he dipped his head down to whisper in your ear. "You're extra sensitive right now. It's the pregnancy hormones." He plucked and stroked as you started panting. "God damn, Princess. You like that?"

"Yes!" Your voice already sounded broken, and he'd barely touched you.

"Shh. Keep quiet like a good girl." But his words and hand seemed to have the opposite effect on you, because you just got louder. Bradley reached down to where you had his cock free from his zipper and pulled your hand up to his lips. He kissed your fingers before shoving them a little rough into your mouth. "You have to be quiet if you want me to play with you."

You moaned around your own fingers but nodded your head, and at least you were quieter now as Bradley kissed his way from your neck down to your tits. He didn't know how he was going to manage you when there were two kids in the house trying to sleep, but at the moment, he didn't really care. You were going to be his wife in a few short days. That thought alone had him bucking his cock against the bedding as he ran his mustache along your peaked nipple, inhaling your wildflower scent.

When he pulled your nipple into his mouth and sucked, he could tell your breasts were already a little bit bigger than before. Soon you'd be bigger everywhere. Getting even more sensitive by the day. He was painfully hard right now, listening to your muffled screams and tasting you. He licked and sucked until your tits were both damp from his mouth and overstimulated from his mustache. 

When you started bucking up, Bradley eased his hand down to cup your pussy and found that you were soaked. He couldn't remember Meredith getting quite like this as he dipped his middle finger into your slick and easing it down to your hole.

"Daddy," you gasped as you pulled your fingers from your mouth. "I'm going to come."

You looked shocked by your statement as you sank down around his finger. He could already feel your tight pussy fluttering around him as he whispered, "You want me to make it so good?"

His only answer was a whimper as you bit your lip, and he knew he'd make sure you were always taken care of in every way. Carefully, he added a second finger and started to circle your clit with his thumb. You were shaking a bit, your pretty tits bouncing softly as he ran his nose down the valley between your breasts. 

"Be a good girl. You know where to put those fingers, Princess," he coaxed, watching you slip them between your lips. Then he let you have his mouth on your tits again, while his hand worked at your pussy. He carefully drew a shaking orgasm out of you as you slobbered on your own fingers, not stopping until he was afraid you'd be too far gone soon.

"Daddy," you whined around your fingers as he ran his tongue flat across your nipple.

"Let me fuck you," he begged, realizing he was already close and needing to be inside you. "Please, Baby."

You reached for his cock and guided him home, and he fucked you with his jeans barely pulled down, coming inside you after just a few strokes. You were the picture of sated perfection with his cum oozing out of your pussy and your wet fingers skimming along your swollen belly and breasts. You were his young, pristine babysitter and his pregnant wife-to-be and everything in between. "I love you."

"Keep me warm all night, Daddy."

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As you sent Bradley off with Natasha, you shared a conspiratorial look with her. You only felt slightly bad for keeping the bachelor party plans to yourself, and ultimately it made you feel good when Bradley went out for the night in an old pair of jeans and an uninspired shirt. He didn't look the part of a man who wanted to try to dazzle some strippers, and you loved him for it. 

"Bye, Bub," he said, kneeling to kiss Noah where he stood at your side. "Be good for Mommy." Then he stood and kissed you deeply. "I won't be out late, okay?"

"Stay out as late as you want," you told him, running your fingers along his cheek as he pulled away from you. "Just don't have a hangover on Saturday."

He smiled and focused on your face even as Nat and the guys yelled at him from Javy's car in the driveway. "Our wedding day. It'll be perfect. Like you."

"Go," you told him with a laugh even as you had butterflies in your belly. "Have fun. We'll be here when you get home."

With one more kiss, he was off and jogging down the walkway. You watched him climb into the backseat, then they all waved at you as Javy backed out of the driveway with Natasha in the front seat. You were wondering how long it would be until Bradley called you to tell you he had in fact been taken to see a bunch of male strippers. The guys had apparently all been so excited when Natasha mentioned the strip club, she had a hard time holding in her laughter. The plan all along was that she'd take Bradley and the rest of them to dinner and then to The Tiger's Cage- San Diego's premier male review.

But you didn't hear from them at all while you and Noah ate macaroni and cheese together. You still didn't hear a word as the two of you took Skittles for a short walk to look at Christmas lights. You even let Noah dip his hands in green paint to make a Christmas tree art project to hang on the refrigerator, but nobody called or texted you.

"Mommy?" Noah asked as you got him changed into his dinosaur pajamas. "Are you going to adopt me?"

You smiled and kissed him on his chubby cheek. "I am," you promised. But when you looked at his face, his brow was pinched with worry.

"Is it going to hurt?"

"Oh, Noah," you said with a surprised laugh, pulling him into your arms and holding him against his growing younger sibling. "Not at all! It won't feel like anything."

"Then why are you going to do it?" he asked, face muffled by your shoulder.

You soothed his back with your hand, considering his question. For all intents and purposes, you really were his mom. Bradley added you to his will; if anything happened to him, Noah was solely yours. "I kind of want to have a little piece of paper with an official signature that says we get to be together forever. Does that sound okay?"

"That's adoption?" he asked. 

"That's adoption."

"Yeah, okay," he agreed with a little shrug before climbing into bed. "Can I sleep with Skittles again?"

The pup appeared in the doorway, always excited to hear her name. "She can stay in here until Daddy gets home." You set the dog in bed with him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead as he yawned. "I love you."

"Love you, Mommy." He was half asleep as you turned on his night light and left the room. When you checked your phone, you smiled, having finally received the message you were waiting for. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Nat brought us to The Tiger's Cage. My name is on the marquee. It says CONGRATULATIONS DADDY BRADSHAW

You were doubled over in laughter, holding your belly and trying not to wet yourself. Because he also sent a picture. All of the guys were lined up under the marquee sign, and you were pleased to see that they all looked like they were being good sports about the entire thing. Bradley was the only one who looked slightly mortified.

You texted back Go have fun, Daddy Bradshaw!

Natasha sent you some random photos as you got ready for bed. You were surprised Jake was there, given your history with him, but even he looked like he was having fun. You laughed at a picture of Bradley drinking something pink and blended, and then the photos stopped. 

You wondered what was going on, but you kept yourself busy. Bradley told you not to clean up, promising to take care of everything tomorrow night before the wedding in the backyard on Saturday afternoon. Since you had the time and the privacy, you tried on your wedding dress one last time, sliding the fabric along your legs and zipping it up your side. You grabbed your purple paper crown, which was looking a lot worse for the wear now, and set it on your head. 

When you looked in the mirror, you smiled. The dress fit like a dream and hugged your bump. The crown looked fun at the moment, but you wouldn't wear it on Saturday; you were pretty sure Bradley considered it a 'bedroom' item at this point anyway. Mostly, you looked happy. Like someone who was accepted in this perfect place. Like a woman who was needed here. And you needed the Bradshaw boys to be your family.

You wore the dress around for a few minutes before carefully unzipping it and getting ready for bed. It was late now, but you requested the day off tomorrow, and you wanted to see Bradley when he got home from his bachelor party. After you checked on Noah and Skittles, you curled up on the living room couch. 

Every time you stopped to think about the wedding, you got a little anxious. When you asked Bradley what he had planned for dinner for the reception, he just told you he had everything under control. He said all you had to do was show up with some sort of wedding vows, but he didn't tell you anything that he had planned. 

You dozed off on the couch, somehow still exhausted all the time, and you had no idea how late it was when you woke up to the sound of laughter and a key in the front door.

"You smell like Axe body spray. I can't believe someone is marrying you."

"Jesus fuck, Nat. I smell like Axe because you took me to see male strippers."

"Well, I know I had a great time tonight," Natasha cackled as she guided Bradley inside, and you stood up with your hand clasped over your mouth. He was a swaying mess, and he was holding a huge wad of cash and a bag from a convenience store.

"Princess," he crooned softly when he saw you, and your heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes.

"Hi, Daddy."

And then he was on you, so gentle in his overindulgence, it was almost surprising. He was looking around like he wasn't sure what to do with everything he was holding, trying to touch your belly.

"I'll see you on Saturday," Natasha said with a smile as she closed the door behind her, and then you were alone with him. 

"What's in the bag? Are why are you holding a roll of cash?" you asked as you guided him to the couch. 

He sat down hard and handed everything to you as you stood between his splayed legs. "The strippers were dudes. I made Nat and Javy stop so I could get you some Skittles. I'm really drunk. Can we get married soon?"

When you looked in the bag you found six packs of your favorite candy. "Wow, you must be very intoxicated if you bought a pack of Sour Skittles too."

"Did I?" he asked before stretching out on the couch. "Shit. I'll eat them. Come here."

You sat on the floor next to him and handed him the bag of Sour Skittles as you counted the nearly seven hundred dollars you were holding. "Bradley, where did this come from?" you asked in alarm.

But he just crunched on some of the candy in response. "Oh, these are fucking nasty. Baby, can we please get married?" he rambled, dumping more Skittles into his mouth.

You pushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him there. "Were getting married in like thirty-six hours. Now can you please tell me where you got this money from?"

"Huh?" he grunted like he'd never seen it before. "Oh. Oh, that." Then he casually dumped the rest of the Sour Skittles and chewed them up while you laughed and shook his arm.

"Bradley!"

He swallowed and dropped the wrapper on the floor before pulling you up onto the couch with him. "Jake got tips for stripping, and Nat made him give me the cash."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked with in shock as you tried to settle into a comfortable position on him.

"They tried to get Daddy Bradshaw up on stage. I pointed to Jake and said it was him."

You couldn't stop laughing now. "But you got the cash?"

"Yeah," he said, eyes drifting closed as he propped his arm behind his head. "A wedding gift. For the honeymoon."

Just as you settled your head on his chest, you popped back up again. "Are we going on a honeymoon?" You started to feel a little apprehensive about going away for an extended trip without Noah while you were pregnant, but Bradley brought his big hand up to settle on your back as he snuggled in a little more.

"Next year. After the baby's born. Anywhere you want to go."

He really did kind of smell like Axe body spray, and he definitely needed to take a shower, but you let him hold you for a few minutes while he slept.

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Part 61 will be their wedding! Thanks so much for reading and letting me share this family with you! We're almost to the finish line. Thanks @caitsymichelle13 for the request about the coloring book; stay tuned. And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[nymphbnny]

room 609

────── nanami kento

⤷ general.manager!nanami who can’t help but be seduced by your little receptionist fit and wit.

tw: age gap (20s ; 40s), kind of a slow burn to porn, masturbation (male), seductive touching,mating press, dirty talk, praise, doggy, slight riding, minor daddy kink, oral (fem) , fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, not read proof MDNI

pssst!! i missed you guys so much <3 i hope you enjoy this piece i’ve prepared for you. i’ll get to my inbox asks as soon as i can. love and kisses xoxo

“sir you booked your room b&b, which means your breakfast is included in the pricing of your room regardless if you have it or not. i can’t reimburse you.” you explained for the tenth time to the stubborn guest on the other side of the desk. you’ve already had a long day and were close to ending your shift until he came and disrupted your plans.

“is there a problem here?” he uttered, making both of your heads turn at him. nanami was standing by the reception, probably aware of the silly conflict thanks to the cameras he installed. it was a good thing that not only they showed him what was happening but he could also hear the entire discussion.

you looked down at your french nails, not saying a word as the client went out on his rant. haven’t you done that, you would’ve noticed how your superiors would casually gaze at you, unfazed by the ongoing monologue.

“how about that sir,” nanami spoke up, his eyes now fully fixated on the man. “let’s say i rented a room at your place, bed, and breakfast included, and you end up preparing one of the most exquisite breakfast only for me to reject your hospitality and ask you to pay me back that breakfast, disregarding all the care and effort you put to make me feel at home. how would that make you feel?”

silence. utter and complete awkward silence.

you were so stunned and yet nothing could match the man’s face. this was the first time you heard nanami use that tone, or even speak that much for that matter. you thought he was done until he proceeded: “you booked your room fully aware that you were paying for both the room and the breakfast. i hope there won’t be any further issues.” he adjusted the glasses on his face before stoically watching him pay his stay then check out. “hm if you can’t handle silly conflicts call me. i don’t need to be babysitting you 24/7.”

you couldn’t even reply or apologize as he turned around and left. it took you a minute to realize he undermined your skills and humiliated you. you clenched your teeth and furiously grabbed your bag. you were stomping so hard on the marble floor you were sure that the guests could hear you. “babysitting my ass,” you grunted.

you’ve been working as a receptionist for almost a year. you knew what you were doing but he always had to butt in and comment on everything you did. just to tick you. he clearly didn’t seem to care when your colleague answered a call in front of a guest and began cussing at her sister loudly. but you, whatever you'd do, there was always an aftermath about it with nanami. it wasn't like you were particularly fond of your job, it was only temporary.

you couldn’t say anything to him or complain to anyone about him since he was the general manager of the hotel but your patience was wearing thin and you were seriously considering quitting. nanami was an arrogant man. an attractive one, unfortunately. he could capture the attention of a room in seconds. always composed and well-groomed. god he smelled heavenly too. you could try to deny your tiny crush all you wanted but it was there. his praise meant a lot to you. when you first began working here, his compliments happened often, almost daily. whether it's how much of a 'fast learner you are', or how you're doing 'a good job'. you'd get high on them. having a general manager like nanami praise you was everything you needed to boost your self-esteem. however, the moment you got comfortable around him, throwing a few hand waves whenever you saw him passing by the lobby or even knocking on his door without calling his office first to check if he had time to see you, it was all gone and soon replaced with constant scolding.

you knew that nanami was a serious man. a workaholic. albeit he’d always find ways to slightly touch you, brush up against you, squeeze you into your desk to pass behind you with his hands on your hips to ‘grab some papers’ although he had copies. sometimes he’d even go as far as to reprimand you for unbuttoning the very first two buttons of your dress shirt, scolding you for showing a bad image of his hotel.

“so unprofessional,” he tutted. “this isn’t a brothel. you’re not supposed to seduce the guests.” he murmured as he fixed them for you. you were looking at him with doe eyes, your crush undeniable at that moment, your chest heavily moving as he was unbelievably close to you, his fingers lightly brushing your exposed skin. “i didn’t know that a few buttons could seduce someone.” you lowly replied, your tone lining with slyness and quip. nanami looked down at your chest one last time before humming, his phone ringing in his pocket.

nanami treatment for you was paradoxical. he got off teasing you. especially when you first came into his office to present yourself after your interview. you were wearing your black pencil skirt and loose tucked-in white shirt. as respectful as he was, he was still a man. he couldn't help his eyes that lingered on your exposed legs, up to your tight skirt and beautiful curves. he'd be lying if he didn't think about you spread on his desk, his cock buried inside you with his tie wrapped around your wrists, holding your tits together.

she is so receptive, he’d think. watching you work and obey. you were so obedient to his commands and wishes. made him wonder if you were receptive in bed too.

he saw you the next day going into the hr's office, nobara's, to receive your paycheck. his office wasn’t far and he always passed by each department to check if everything was intact. “thank you so much, oh also could i have tomorrow off?” you inquired as you got up, not sensing the presence of the tall blond man behind you.

“sure but i’d have to double check with mr- oh! there you are!” she shrieked as she saw nanami. you turned your head to catch him looking down at you. he was wearing a black shirt with black chinos. fuck me, you thought. if he didn’t call you out of your daze you’d probably have trailed too far down his body and gawked at his print.

“what do you need your off for? it’s the first of the month.” he deadpanned. truth be told it didn’t matter when you wanted to have your day off as long as your colleagues could cover your shift. moreover, he had no right to ask you why you needed your day off. it was personal and he was breaching your privacy.

“well, mr nanami,” a glimpse sparkled in his eyes at the pronunciation of his name. “i need to have a breath of fresh air. a change of environment.“ you said tilting your head a little to the side. you were holding the envelope between your fingers, waiting for his reply. “i guess if nabora granted you a day off then you should be good to go. have a nice day.”

nanami left to his office, nobara snickering behind you. you got pretty close with her throughout the year. you shared the same interests and often hung out together and tomorrow was going to be one of those days.

you’d go out to blow off some steam — get black-out drunk — and dance around like idiots. your team was amazing and you were so grateful nobara was so fun to be around. everyone was generally nice, well, almost everyone.

you’d go out every once a week. it was your thing. sometimes you’d go to each other's places and have a small gossip about some of your colleagues, sometimes you’d do both.

“god that was so nice,” nobara slurred out as you got to her apartment. your day off paid well. fresh salary got you pretty nails and a pretty meal before you went to the club and had a few shots. it was packed to the brim but you didn’t mind. it was a different atmosphere and you've been dying for some nightlife. you took off your short dress, and a few flashbacks of how you were grinding against the handsome man went through your mind.

if it weren’t for nobara pulling you away to do more shots, you’d probably have gone home with him. both of you were slurring your words, drunkenly spilling the hot gossip about every employee in the hotel.

“— and i told him that! he is just sooooo,” she trailed before proceeding, her hand on your thigh. “dumb!” she laughed, throwing her entire body back and collapsing on her bed. man, you loved work gossip. you were fully entertaining nobara, both of you in your silk pajamas.

you were slowly drifting away, your eyelids getting heavier until she dropped his name in the conversation, your body uncontrollably shooting up. “my my, don’t be so alarmed.” she snickered. “i thought you saw him at the club. i was calling you to come say hi but you were so busy grinding against that hot mess.” she nudged you with her elbow before falling back on her back.

pause. press pause now.

“nanami was there?” you could only mutter out. while you failed to spot him, he, on the other hand, most definitely saw you. your blood ran cold and you began overthinking. you knew he wasn’t your boss outside of your work environment, he couldn’t scold you. yet you kept on worrying.

“hey you good?” she asked worriedly, your face scrunching up. “god you act so weird every time i bring him up. almost as if you like him.” nobara giggled. your eyes widened. “i do not!” you almost yelled defensively.

she was quiet for a second, remembering your interactions with him. how he treated you differently than others. harsher and almost too controlling. as fun as nobara was, she was still one of the smartest people you ever worked with. she could smell it a mile away. you liked him.

“you’re drunk and making things up.” your voice softened up. “he’s so mean. i don’t get why he’s so harsh with me. and all the touching…” you trailed, the alcohol not helping you think clearly. you looked beside you to find nobara asleep, her snores gradually becoming stronger. you scoffed at your friend before grabbing your phone from your purse and rewatching the stories you posted.

you noticed a new name amongst your usual views, your brows furrowing in confusion.

nanamikento

nanami was on social media? and how did he find your account? you used a fake name. knowing you won't be hearing the end of it, you decided to sleep it off and gather all the energy you could need for tomorrow.

you didn't even have time to salute the night audit as the phone rang the second you stepped into the reception area. nanami. you internally sighed and mentally prepared yourself for what you might tell him as you made your way to his office. you knocked on his door and he lowly asked you to come in and have a seat on his leather couches. you take a seat in front of him and before he even has the chance to glance at you, your tongue lets loose. "mr. nanami i know you saw my Instagram stories last night however this is none of your concern and i don’t feel like i should be called in here to be scolded for doing something that isn’t hurtful to my work environment. i'm a highly professional and punctual employee and i strongly believe that i don't need to be hearing any more scolding coming from you."

while you felt empowered by your monologue, nanami didn't seem fazed at all. he glanced up at you when you started talking, not blinking once before deadpanning: "i frankly couldn't bother to care about what you do outside this hotel therefore your personal life is no bother to me. however what does bother me indeed," he said standing up before walking around his desk and towering over you, "is the way you just spoke to me."

god, he was so close you could feel his breath lingering on your lips. it was only natural for you to feel more embarrassed and humiliated about what happened. you gulped before looking up at him, your lips hesitant to move. "mr. nanami i apologize for my rude behavior. i sincerely do. i- i just, you always seem to want to scold me whatever i do and i thought that this time-"

"are you saying i have a poor sense of judgment and scold you because i want to?" his hands were now on each side of the couch, caging you in as he leaned further down. you leaned back, breath labored. he didn't look like it but he was enjoying every second.

she's so beautiful when she's all flustered and red. squeezing her thighs together and fiddling with her pretty nails from embarrassment and i haven't touched her yet. he didn't expect you to answer his question. he was just trying to get you all worked up.

he couldn't help but be mean to you. at first, you were just another e, employee to him. needy of his praise to rise through the ranks and become better and more efficient at their job. needing and thriving for motivational words to get the job done. but the more he spoke to you and watched you get warm around him, the less control he had over himself.

"mr. nanami i printed out all the vouchers you asked for and contacted the travel agency to confirm all the guests for tomorrow's wedding. oh, and i thought i'd ask room service to bring you your lunch here. i couldn't help but notice you didn't have time to sit with us at lunch today." you smiled at him, your hands interlocked as you stood in front of his desk. he grinned at you, grabbing the papers you gently put on his desk with your soft hands. "that's very kind of you y/n. i would've asked you to join me but as you can see i'm busy."

"oh yes, definitely mr. nanami i wouldn't want to bother you anyway. if you'll excuse me i need to go back to the lobby. goodbye." you turned on your heels and exited his office leaving him and his print that was clear as day.

"fhuck," he groaned as he stroked his throbbing cock, his hand leaning against his bathroom in a fist with his head down, eyes shut as he imagined you were sucking him instead. he'd always get worked up because of you. how small and innocent you looked. so kind, so mesmerizing. so fragile compared to him. "fucking hell y/n, mhm," his hand going faster, squeezing his swollen tip. "just like that pretty," he whimpered thinking about your lips wrapped around his tip kissing and teasing his slit before he came all over his hand. nanami breathed out, ashamed that a small interaction turned him into a raging teenage boy fucking his fist secretly in the bathroom. he knew he needed more, touch you, scold you, anything to get a reaction out of you.

"mr. nanami please don't fire me. you're right i poorly acted." your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he was glad it did or else you'd start by noticing the growing bulge in his dress pants.

he leaned back up and went back to his chair, discreetly fixing himself. "there's a group of guests coming at two in the afternoon, approximately sixty to seventy people. i need you to start working on the rooming list before they arrive to have a smooth check-in and make sure all the rooms are well cleaned." he fixed his glasses and looked at his laptop.

"but, wasn't the rooming list supposed to be done two weeks ago i don't understand." doing this on your own is suicide. it wasn't a small group. he's talking about sixty to seventy people. it's impossible.

"i called you hear for this reason. i need you to do it because unfortunately we just were recently notified due to lack of expertise and this group is going to stay over a few months, losing them would be idiotic." he muttered the last bit and kept on typing on his laptop. "you are dismissed. i trust you can get the work done."

your eyebrows arched up as your mind wondered if your ears were playing tricks on you or if he just said something nice. you decided to ignore it and go back to work. you had no time to waste and to your bad luck, today you were alone at the front desk.

"i’m actually so tired i cannot feel my fingers. i’ve been typing all day nonstop only to be rewarded with a small good job from nanami. like i literally cannot take his shit anymore, i told you what happened earlier in his office." you huffed. "i don’t understand why he acts this way with me! he’s so indifferent and i genuinely can't stand him." you dropped onto her bed lying back and looked up at the ceiling. she snickered and laughed next to you. she knows you're annoyed because of your silly crush. parts of you wanted him to be jealous of that guy you were rubbing yourself on. god knows he was.

"well," she paused as she sat next to you. "you’re gonna have to tolerate him tonight babes because we are seeing him outside of work. now before you start talking again," she exclaimed silencing you with a finger against your lips and making you pout. "we all had a tiring day today and we know we’re going to be quite busy and overwhelmed for the next few months to come so the owner decided to give some of us, well the hard workers, access to one of his private members' club to blow off some steam and award us for the general good job we’ve been doing. anyway, nanami is gonna be there so i want you to get over the crush you have on him and no don't deny it because the sooner we can get ready the better."

you glare at her. nobara was right but you were a stubborn person. "absolutely not". you interject as you stand up and throw your phone on the bed. "i am not going out to party with a man who constantly insults me. i refuse to go out with a man who looks down on me for no reason and have to pretend to enjoy my time tonight around him just so he doesn’t have any smart retort to say to me. i want to dress up however i want, i want to dance, i want to drink and I want to get black-out drunk and not have anyone reprimand me or scold me for my behavior and i’m not going to be able to do that if he’s going to be there." you put your hands on your waist and sighed when you caught nobara holding her laughter with pursed lips.

"nobara i can see that you’re going to burst." she starts laughing and falls back on her back. "oh man, i didn't know you cared about nanami kento that much. lord," she kept on laughing, her mouth wide open and arms holding her stomach. "girl fuck you." you blushed. "i'm not going and that's final." you rolled your eyes, and sat on her couch.

this was starting to become very frustrating.

"this place is amazing!" nobara yelled in your ear as you walked into the club. you ended up caving in. although you had your stand on the situation, you still wanted to see him. you wanted to look at him. you were curious to know if he dressed differently outside of work or if he acted differently. you were feeling pretty confident. you looked stunning. a black dress that wrapped beautifully around your body and matching black, red bottom heels.

his eyes landed on you the second you stepped through the door. he was sitting on one of the couches where the other invitees were, swirling his bourbon in his hand. once he noticed nobara spotting him, he stood up, downing his drink in one swing, and adjusted his clothes.

you locked eyes with him, your heart dropping instantly. he was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and casual pants that fit him just perfectly and tonight he wasn't wearing his glasses. he is so handsome, you thought to yourself. nobara walked up to him first, hugging him casually as if he wasn't her superior.

you, on the other hand, were too shy to do so as well. instead, you extended your hand, only for him to catch it and pull you to his chest, arm wrapping around your waist tightly while his other arm was wrapped around your shoulders to rest his hand on your head, keeping you in place. your heart was beating so fast you could hear it beat louder than the music around you.

you closed your eyes, taking into his smell as your arms unconsciously found their way around his back, the pads of your fingers lingering on the muscles. "you smell good," he whispered in your ear, your skin burning at his compliment. "you look stunning as well," he added before letting you go of his embrace, your heart sinking at the loss of his touch. "thank you, you look good yourself." you said, the tips of your ears red. you were going to explode.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, you saw him smile at you. a genuine ass smile. did he have too much to drink? you couldn't6 think about anything else to say as your hand was abruptly taken by nobara to drag you to the bar to do shots.

you glanced at him one last time before your view was hidden by the people in the crowd.

"i'm so fucking hammered!" nobara exclaimed while the others cheered with her, doing more shots. everyone looked so drunk. you didn't let yourself drink too much. you couldn't afford to be drunk and forget about what happened with nanami or worse, act like a drunk in front of him. that couldn't happen. you had to stay composed.

"let's dance! come on y/n show them!" nobara cheered while you shook your head, everyone else encouraging you. "come on we're all gonna dance." another coworker said.

you were dragged to the dancefloor and decided to just enjoy it. at the end of the day, you were here to blow off some steam and this is what you were about to do. you danced and swayed your hips to the music, laughing at nobara's weird dance moves. it's the first time you realize how ridiculous she looks drunk dancing.

hands on your waist made you jump, your hands over them, eager to get them off you. "it's me," nanami reassured you in your ear. you looked around only to find out that it was really him, hands on your waist, moving with you to the music, your back pressed firmly against him. your ass rubbed against him while you moved, only making him hold you tighter. "mr nanami, i don't think this is appropriate." you try to say, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea.

"they're all drunk," he turned you around, his hands dropping to your hips. "you don't mind dancing with a stranger but you do so with me?" he cocked his eyebrow, his face turning as he looked down at you.

part of you was giddy about it. so it did bother him.

"i thought you didn't care mr nanami-"

"kento." he deadpanned. "call me kento."

"kento..." you muttered, your eyes softening at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck only to drop them at his shoulders. you wanted to touch him all over.

"i lied. it enraged me. i felt jealous, i wanted to be the one to touch you like he did, better than he did." you felt dizzy. you were a smart girl though. it slowly started making sense to you. the bullying, the accidental touching. all of it.

"you want to touch me kento?" you reached to his ear to whisper, kissing his ear before tugging at his lobe. you dragged his hand down your ass, urging him to touch you. you could hear him hiss, his hand now gripping your ass. "hm." he hummed feeling the plump of your ass.

the music was so loud and everyone was acting promiscuously drunk around you. no one seemed to notice how gentle nanami’s touch was on you despite the atmosphere that would invite to a harsher and more sexual kind of touching. he was allowing his hand to go over your curves, giving himself permission to drag his fingers underneath the curve of your ass, up your hips and waist to finally caress your cleavage.

as much as he’s been dreaming about ripping off your clothes and taking you on his desk, he couldn’t bring himself to be rough with you.

you looked so beautiful so gentle. “kento?” your voice drove his eyes back to yours. “so gorgeous,” he put his hand on your cheek. “so soft,” your skin was on fire. you felt your goosebumps rise as his thumb worked his way to separate your lips.

“take me to your place.” your boldness taking him by surprise. you wrapped your hand around his bicep, pressing yourself further into him.

“i can’t, it’s not appropriate.” nanami coughed, still holding you against him, not truly convinced by his own statement.

you looked at the blond male with doe eyes, tilting your head. pushing yourself up on the tip of your toes you gave his neck a small kiss, feeling his body tense up as you did so. “please,” you begged against his skin. “please kento,” you kept on giving his skin kitten kisses, his fingers almost digging into your skin.

he looked down at your pleading eyes, then down to your cleavage that was pressing against him. “the things you do to me,”

“what things?” you whisper, your lips almost touching his. you were feeling a bit more courageous now that you’ve discovered that your crush was clearly reciprocated. “don’t you wanna show me?” you finger trailed down his chest to his pants before poking his print. he choked in some air, quickly having a sense of alert as he skimmed his surroundings, not wanting anybody to start any gossip.

“they’re all drunk nanami, it’s just you and me,” you reached out to his face, turning him so he could face you again.

without any second thought, he wrapped his big hand around yours and dragged you out of the crowded dance floor towards the exit. you couldn’t help but bite down on your smile, watching how his back muscles flexed as he made his way through the dancing bodies, carefully ever checking that you were still following him although he had your hand secured in his.

once you were outside, he asked the valet to bring up his car. his hand on your thigh the whole ride, giving you small caresses of reassurance. you couldn’t help but take notice of his tenderness, how handsome his looked while driving. you wondered if he looked that good being on top of you as well.

and he was.

“kento~” you whimpered, your legs resting on his shoulders as he bullied his fat cock inside you. you’d try to move around, get more, feel more.

“be my good girl and let daddy take care of you.” he rolled his hips into you, your warmth and wetness coating him. the nickname he had given himself already making you all wobbly.

you nodded, your eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted at an unbelievably slow aching pace, giving you long and deep stroke against your walls. “if only you knew,” he grunted, pulling back before pushing back in all that once, earning a small yelp from your beautifully parted lips. “how much i’ve been wanting to fold you like this.” nanami rested his forehead against yours, his lips capturing yours.

you moaned against his lips, your fingernails tracing shapes on his muscled back as he picked his pace up. nanami’s kisses were hungry, a real evidence of his earlier statement. he’s been wanting this for so long. “kento, you feel so good inside me,” you murmured through his lips, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer.

your words made him tremble, his hips slamming faster against your thighs. “i never want to get out, god i want to fill you up so badly,” he stated almost in a weak whimper. you rocked your hips with him, trying to meet him at each move. but he was unpredictable.

flipping you around and arching your back, getting a full view of your ass and swollen cunt. “so messy,” he dragged his finger across your folds making you shiver, before pushing his finger in. you moaned out, your hand reaching to hold onto the headboard.

he was having fun with you now, pushing his finger at first then adding another, before removing them both to rub on your abused clit only to stop before your climax to finger you again.

“kento please,” you whimpered trying to move yourself back and get some friction from his dick but he tutted, removing your hand away. “you’re my good girl remember? my good girl always does what she’s told isn’t that right?” he inquired, rubbing his swollen tip against your entrance.

you nodded against his scented pillow, submissively putting both hands behing your back, showing your surrender to him. “that’s it, such a good fucking girl,” he muttered, his length pushing against your folds again, this time a tad harsher accompanied with a spank on your cheeks. “so good darling, so good,”

his nicknames got you high. his praise got you high. your hips were thrown back, almost as if you were managing his thrusts. he let you, watching how you would roll your hips and guide yourself through your orgasm.

“kento…” you whimpered, tears filling your eyes as you creamed over his girth. “come for daddy sweetheart that’s it,” he encouraged you, wrapping his hand around you to toy with your clit, sending you over the edge.

“so messy,” he chuckled watching you lose control over him. nanami pulled out and before you could complain he was down on his knees and eating your cum that was leaking from your abused hole. “oh my god, fhuck yes daddy,” you rode his face, enjoying the feeling of his tongue scooping your cum, his hands firmly gripping your ass to pull your cheeks apart.

you felt yourself overstimulated, ready for another orgasm. he could feel it too by the way your thighs were jiggling.

using his middle and ring finger, nanami spread you again, curling them inside your walls to rub your spot. you were such a mess. creaming on his fingers and blabbering on his pillow.

“you’re so sensitive, i love it,” he smirked, giving your ass a small bite before licking off your cum from his fingers.

you felt his weight lie next to you, rolling your body over. “are you okay?” he carefully pushed the hair away from your face. you nodded with a smile. once you realized he was done it quickly faded.

“you haven’t came yet.” you held his arm. he chuckled. “but you did. plus you seem tired i don’t want to push myself.” he sheepishly said.

you shook your head refusing. “no,” you got up and straddled him, lining his dick to your entrance before fully sitting on him.

“holy fuck what are you doing?” nanami asked you, watching you wrap your arms around him. “gonna make you come inside me,” you sultry answered, to which he held your hips with his hands, guiding your bouncing body. his lips parted to the way your eyes rolled back. you looked so fucked out it was mesmerizing.

you tits bouncing up and down with the motions of your body followed by yelps of his name.

“come inside me daddy,” you mewled in his ear, holding onto his shoulders. you could feel him groan as he began to fuck himself up into you, soon unloading his balls inside you.

you felt dizzy to the feeling of his warm seed, grinding yourself on him to make sure to receive it all.

you rested your face in the crook of his neck before letting out a small laughter. “never thought you’d be such a dirty man mr. nanami,”

he only laughed in return. “and you haven’t even seen the beginning of it.”

[killerpancakeburger]

SILVER-TONGUED

SUMMARY: Soap drops by your office to pick you up, like every friday evening for your poker game with the Task Force. But when you turn out harder to remove from your desk than expected, he's going to resort to a different method.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader

TAGS: Civilian!Reader, Anxious!Reader, Clingy!Soap, Established Relationship, fluff, swearing, mention of chronic pain, suggestive/light smut: dirty talking, gropping, foreplay (?), semi-public (happens in your office on base but no one walks in lol), (they keep their clothes on). Idk how to tag, help

WORDS COUNT: 1.2k

A/N: Just because I wish I had a Soap to sweet-talk me from my desk at the end of the workday. *sigh wistfully* This is the filthiest thing I've ever written, so... enjoy? But also forgive my amateurism.

Plunged into your work, you’re essentiellement deaf and blind to the outside world. When you notice Soap's presence, he had the time to sneak into your office and behind your chair, arms folded over your backrest. By the way he pronounces your name, you can tell this isn’t the first time he's calling it.

“Hey,” you salute, surfacing back to reality with difficulty, focus not leaving your computer's screen, but reaching backwards blindly with one hand for contact. He grabs it right away.

“What's up?”

He chuckles a bit at that.

“Day's over is what's up. Ye coming?”

Your eyes fly to the clock in the bottom right corner of the screen. The evidence is damning: your shift has been over for ten minutes. It is far from unusual for you to stay too late, but tonight's friday and the 141's weekly poker game is summoning you in the form of an overeager Scotsman whose eyes you would damn yourself for.

On the field, the Sergeant MacTavish can remain immobile for hours on end with a sniper rifle in hand, stoically waiting for a target to get in his sights. On base however, your lover can hardly stay still more than a minute without a reason he'd deem legitimate.

His question is very much rhetorical. You tried to slip away once, not because you didn’t want to come but because you were worried the guys felt obligated to invite you out of politeness, and somehow Johnny must have read your mind because he snatched you and fireman carried you all the way there.

You wouldn’t have forgiven him if he had dared to pull those antics in front of others, but he managed to keep that spectacle just between the two of you. You still yelled at him a lot afterwards though. And punched him. And kicked him. Felt like hitting a punching bag anyway, so you didn’t feel guilt over the fact that he wasn’t defending himself at all. Once you were done huffing and puffing, you just glared at him, out of breath, fists clenched, and he stared back shamelessly, a grin on his face. The genuine joy in his expression was contagious, so you started laughing uncontrollably, and he joined you quickly. 

Coming from anyone else, this overly familiar behavior would have disturbed you. Being carried around like a helpless toy, powerless to resist someone else's will, wasn’t something you were fond of. But Soap proved himself time and time again to be safe. He could tell apart your serious reluctances from your playful protests, and if he had any doubt that you were uncomfortable, he would have stopped messing around instantly.

Deciding for you in that particular moment eased you off a burden, saving you from crippling indecisiveness and from endlessly weighing pros and cons in awkward silence. It was a favour.

You never contemplated refusing the offer again after that.

“In five minutes,” you bargain, not wanting to interrupt yourself in the middle of a task.

He loudly whines in protest at that, acting more distressed than he actually is.

“Nooo. Come ooon. Ye can finish later.”

“Be quiet,” you retort, and yet unable to curb an amused smile from stretching your lips.

He sighs exaggeratedly before admitting defeat. For exactly five minutes and not one second more.

“Bonniiiie.”

You don't relent.

“I'm almost done!”

“Ye were s'pposed to be done 20 minutes ago!”

You don't have any good argument to oppose that truth, so you remain silent. Soap does not.

He starts massaging your shoulders and dispensing cajoleries into your ear to coax you into compliance. You manage to tune him out until he curiously presses the tips of his fingers into your trapezius muscles and you wince. He lets out an impressed whistle.

“Fuck, yer tense. Yer shoulders feel like reinforced concrete.”

You sigh, having heard that one before.

“Bane of my existence,” you mumble absently.

He hums pensively, and you think that's the end of the matter, until his hand slides down your chest, all the way from your collarbone until your navel, leaving shivers in its wake, and his lips settle on the crook of your neck.

Concentrating suddenly becomes impossible.

“Johnny,” you call out in warning.

Or at least that was the goal, but you can hear in your own voice how affected you already are.

He treats his name like a demand for more, and leaves a trail of kisses along your neck and your shoulder, tugging on your collar to have more skin to work with. Meanwhile his hand caress and grope your torso, burning you through your clothes, in slow, unhurried motions that feel terribly suggestive. He knows your body so intimately well, only brushing the sore spots, like the side of your ribs, where the bone presses right beneath the skin, teasing the sensitive areas and tenderly stroking the rest.

“What do you think you're doing?” you contrive to ask, resisting the temptation to close your eyes to focus solely on his touch.

This may be afterhours, but you’re still in your work office, and anyone could barge in. While the idea may be arousing in theory, you know that the reality would mortify you.

“Just helpin’ ye relax, hen. Ye work too hard. Lemme take care o’ ye.”

Once again, you can’t find a good argument to oppose him. You do work too hard, and you desperately need to unwind before the pressure you self impose makes you explode like a time bomb. Since you've started dating, Soap had a tendency to mentor you into taking it easy, and he never steered you wrong until now.

You sigh in defeat, lift a hand to grasp his mohawk, letting your head tilt backwards, and surrender to his wandering hands and mouth.

Two fingers glide on the inside of your thigh, from knee to groin. In the meantime, his hand squeezes your breast. His lips stop from sucking and licking your flesh only to whisper filthy nothings into your ear.

“Could sneak under yer desk… make myself at home between yer legs… and let ye fuck my face while nobody knows. Would help with yer tension, ah'm sure.”

You suck in a gasp at the conjured mental image, legs spreading almost immediately. You, digging your fingernails into your palms with restraint, Johnny's cerulean eyes almost shining in the half-light of the bottom of your desk as he's staring hungrily at you, kneeling. Him raising a finger across his lips in silent command before spreading your knees further apart and nuzzling against your crotch. You fighting back against the urge to grind on his face and suffocate him between your thighs, the knowledge that he's not averse to the idea making things worse.

“Johnny,” you whimper, beguiled. “Fuck.”

He lets out an appreciative hum.

“Knew ye'd like that.”

The fingers tickling your inner thigh finally move to where you want them most. You grit your teeth to contain the moan that threatens to escape you as his middle finger runs up and down your slit.

Then the racket of your phone vibrating against the wood of your desk abruptly brings you back to reality. Your eyes open wide and you raise your head to see who's calling, only to swear in horror as Ghost's mask occupies the screen. As the contact's photo vanishes, a notification indicating seven missed calls makes your stomach twist in fear.

One does not stand up Lieutenant Riley and comes out unscathed.

[starhvney]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, laurance, travis

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff? literal hurt/comfort

𝐂𝐖: mentions of injuries but no in-depth descriptions

𝐀/𝐍: me when i spend more time finding the pictures for a good picture header than actually writing. i also did not proofread at all so i'm so sorry for any typos or hiccups in my writing

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

the fight has long since been over, yet after searching every corner of the village, you still saw no sign of the head guard. as your last resort, you hurriedly rush across the ruined plaza, climbing over rubble as you descend into the village mines. 

you find him there, tucked back in the main tunnel and slumped over as he holds a cloth over a gash on his side. his gloved hand fumbles with some medic supplies, though his shaky hold renders himself useless as they tumble to the floor.

“garroth,” you sigh, relieved but also annoyed by his insistence on never asking for help.

he flinches, caught off guard by the blood loss dulling his senses. even now, he stoically has every layer of his armor on except for his chest plate, even his helmet stays firmly against his skull.

“i’ll be alright, my lady,” he starts, though the pained wince he lets out a moment later immediately discounts him for his claims. 

quietly, you approach him, kneeling in front of him and pulling the first aid items out of his grasp. while you can’t see his face, you hear him inhale sharply to protest against you. you silence him with a stern glare, to which he sinks back into the uncomfortable stone without a word. 

“you are much too stubborn,” you chastise, reaching to his other hand to remove it from his wound. “your pride will get you killed.”

you cringe as he peels away the blood-soaked cloth to reveal a deep gash along his side. it's a slash and not a stab, thankfully, but it would still need stitches.

it seems he already knew that, based on the thread and needle he had yet to even tie together. while maneuvering the stitching thread into the eye of the needle, you listen to his shallow and shaky breathing underneath his helm.

“aren’t you having trouble breathing with that?”

“…no.”

your eyes dart up, narrowing at the eye slits of the metal in front of you. 

“it's just me. i understand you want to hide your identity, but when it comes to your health—“

you lift your hands up to his helm, firmly placing them on each side before pausing, waiting to hear for any protests. when you hear none, you slowly lift the metal, sliding it off of his head and revealing what was underneath.

for just a moment you freeze, eyes locking onto his. his hair was a stunning sandy blonde that brushed over his brow line in soft curls. they stuck to his forehead, that had a sheen of sweat over it. you could tell his stunning eye color was dulled over by pain, eyelids drooping and his lips pale.

“…there,” you set the helm down, focusing back on his wound. “now you can breathe better, right?”

“…yes.” he winces, leaning back on your command and revealing his wound again.

carefully, you stitch the wound closed, lifting his linen shirt up enough to allow yourself to wrap the bandaging around his stomach. when you’re done you sit back, wiping your hands against your already dirtied clothes and releasing a deep sigh.

you look up, watching as his jaw clenches and his eyes dart to your feet. he still looks pale, but he at least looks more stable than before.

“garroth.” you call, voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes trail up to yours, hesitant and full of a strange sort of guilt.

“you did a good job protecting me. protecting the whole village. but even the strongest need help,” you take his hand in yours. “at least let one person take care of you in return. i was really worried about you.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you know he understands, swallowing down his deep-set need for independence to put himself in your shoes for a moment.

“there’s a cot down here. why don’t you rest, and i’ll bring you back some food and drink to help you regain your strength.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

you knew something was strange, when the beginnings of the evening cricket chirps grew silent, a heavy feeling settling around your cottage. despite the uneasiness and natural instinct that told you to run, you instead looked around the area for the source.

despite the lack of night critters, you notice a strange fluttering of butterflies dispersing from the other side of some shrubbery. you push through the leaves and twigs, noticing the further you advanced the more wilted the plants became. 

on the other side was a man in strange armor you hadn’t seen before. the metal must’ve been smoldering hot, somehow, because the grass around it wilted and burned away from its touch. despite the strange sense of uneasiness in your chest, you take a few steps towards the man, his form slumped over a large stump.

“sir? are you alright?”

he flinches, hand moving unnaturally quick towards a large sword you didn’t realize he had by his side until now. you stumble back with a startled gasp, hands raising in surrender. dark circles line deep blue eyes, black hair stuck on his face where blood poured from a wound.

“i’m not an enemy!” you quickly say. “that injury looks bad, i can help. i’ll go get some bandages for you.”

you quickly run back to your cottage, retrieving your satchel of medical supplies before he could say a word. whoever he was, he seemed dangerous. and the faster you help him the quicker he’ll be on his way and the less likely anything else dangerous is led to you. when you return, he’s still there, though he’s propped himself up in a sitting position and leaning back against the stump.

“i don’t need any help.”

“well those wounds look pretty deep. and… you’re the one who ended up near my home, so,” you carefully approach him, heart beating erratically fast in your chest. it felt like you were approaching a predator—a wild animal pretending to be a man. “the faster i help you, the less likely whatever did this to you comes near my garden.”

his gaze stayed trained on you for a moment, piercing into you as you kneel next to him. his eyes were a beautiful shade, yet so strangely unsettling and dull. as you glance at them, it almost appears as no light shines from them at all. he smirks, a strangely amused laugh leaving his lips like he found your assistance to be completely entertaining.

“ah, there’s the motive.”

you ignore him, instead using a cloth to wipe away the blood from the side of his head.

“what’s your name?”

“what’s yours?”

you restrain a sigh, biting back the sarcastic quip you wanted to return and instead reciting your name back to him.

“…gene.”

“nice to meet you… gene. how did you get this hurt? are you…” you glance down at his strange armor and sword. “a guard, our some kind of soldier…?”

he says nothing.

“alright, then,” you clear your throat. “no more questions.”

you finish cleaning his head and neck, where another wound was, and carefully place the healing ointment you made from your own magicks herbs. trying to ignore the strange sense that you needed to run away, you finish up your work by placing bandages over the gashes… that seemed to already be healing pretty quickly. 

“there. you’re set.”

a small, “thanks,” leaves his lips, and the two of you met eyes. he seems to contemplate something, before another huffing out another amused laugh.

“you’re very…naive. you should be careful.”

“…what?”

his hand is suddenly in front of your face, cold fingers touching against the skin of your forehead and dragging down, brushing your eyelids closed. somehow your eyes grow impossibly heavy, your head too much to hold up as you slump over, landing in the arms of ge…

…of…who again?

the birds chirp the next morning as you groggily wake from what felt like a coma of slumber. you feel like there was something important you needed to take care of, but you must’ve fallen asleep early last night. you must’ve been exhausted… you don’t even remember carrying yourself into bed. 

oh, that’s right! you had to help… you had to… what was it you were up to last night?

your slump from where you sit, blinking at the floor in confusion.

it must not have been too important.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

it’s terrifying, looking into blood red eyes where iridescent pale blue ones had been before. it had only been a split moment—you two were ambushed, a thief’s sword grazing against your cheek and knocking you backwards in surprise as a whole gang of them emerged from the tree line.

laurance suffered an arrow wound, but before you could panic it wasn’t his blood that soaked the ground… but instead the whole dozen of men who tried to attack you.

you stare horrified as dark red drips from him, unsure if it was his own or from the bodies around him. he’s breathing, so heavily, face turned away from you as he stills in the center of his carnage. a few moments pass like this, your eyes trained cautiously on the dulled shade of caramel hair that lays messily on his head. 

“…laurance?” you call out quietly, your voice barely a timid whisper.

he turns to look at you, eyes red and glazed over as he begins to trudge towards you. something about the dark circles and his paled skin splattered with blood frightened you, your uncertainty heightened by his silence and now much taller frame. he towers over you, breaths heavy and sword still tightly gripped in his hand.

“it’s me!” you shakily yelp, regretting your reaction immediately when he flinches, eyes widening.

“…and i’m me.” he frowns, his larger hand brushing against your injured cheek. “you’re scared of me.”

“…no.”

he stares at you, eyebrows pinched together. he doesn’t call you out on your bluff with words, but the look he gives you is enough.

“i felt that something was off. i should’ve done something sooner.”

“it caught me off guard, too. we’re both tired, so—“

“i’m supposed to protect you. now you’re hurt.”

“it’s only a graze, laurance.” you silence his anger towards himself, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “you’re hurt more than me.”

you reach in your satchel, pulling out some healing ointment and bandages you were sure to pack for the journey. he begins to shake his head, hand engulfing yours as he stops you.

“i’ll heal on my own. you know that shadow knights—“

“this will help you heal faster. and help with the pain.”

he sighs, taking a seat on a nearby rock and complying with your insistence despite the lack of need for it.

there were only a few gashes that were deep enough to not be sealed up immediately, dark red blood oozing from the lacerations. you put your focus on cleaning each one, swiping on the ointment and wrapping the bandages carefully onto his wounds.

when you look back up at his face those calm blue eyes have returned, staring back at you as they dart over your face. he takes the ointment from your hands, and with two fingers he motions for you to come closer.

you do so without much hesitation, allowing his finger to dip into the ointment and dab it across your injured cheek. he lingers his hand there for only a few moments longer, before looking away and putting your things back into your satchel.

“thank you, laurance.”

“stay right next to me,” he looks back up, tone and eyes insistent. “for the rest of the way. okay?”

it’s more of a demand than a request, but you simply nod in agreement, unable to refuse him.

“okay.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“take your shirt off.” you sigh, sitting next to travis as you dig through your bag.

“woah!” he laughs, a cheeky smirk stretching across his face. “way to be direct.”

you pause, glaring over at him with an unimpressed stare.

“i will add to those injuries. just do it—“

“okay! okay!” he raises his hands up, wincing at the pull of his skin against his wounds. “ow…”

he begins to peel his bloodied tunic from his skin, wincing as he attempts to lift it over his shoulders. you restrain another sigh before you take a glance down at his injuries, instead feeling pitiful at the state he was in. standing in front of him, you help him slide the fabric over his head and off his arms, leaving his whole torso exposed. 

a few previous scars litter across the skin, dipping into different divots of chiseled muscles. he was well built—he had to be for the large claymore he wielded—yet he was still lean, muscles standing out due to the low body fat he had.

“like what you see?” he smirks, catching your gaze that lingered a bit too long on his bare skin. 

“no.”

he flinches at your quick refusal, jutting out his bottom lip.

“ouch, you’re so harsh.”

“why would i like seeing all of these wounds you’re covered in? you’re lucky it wasn’t any worse or you wouldn’t even be conscious right now,” you scold. “what were you thinking?”

“so you were worried about me…” he peeks up at you through his lashes, lips once again turning up in a satisfied smirk.

you roll your eyes, not saying anything as you begin to clean up his wounds. you can never catch a break with this guy, can you? despite his annoying flirtatious jokes, though, you really couldn’t help the worry and care you felt for him. 

he hisses between clenched teeth as you accidentally press against a laceration too harshly, one of his hands reaching up to clasp against your wrist.

“a little more gentle, sweetheart.”

“sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head as you realize what you were thinking.

he doesn’t say anything, instead going quiet as you continue to patch him up. it’s not until you’re dabbing on ointment and healing potions that he speaks up again, his voice strangely soft and unsure.

“you were worried about me, right?”

you pause, glancing down at him. his eyes are strangely… pleading, cool green shining as he searches for an answer on your face. 

you gently place your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft white strands and pulling him forward and pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“yes, i was. don’t be so reckless next time.”

when you pull away, his cheeks have turned a soft shade of red and his eyes have widened, practically bulging from their sockets. slowly, his jaw opens, mouth gaping as he starts to speak.

“you–”

“shut up.”

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[peachdues]

TOXIC

LEVI X READER

A/N: a combination of the horny angst that’s been swirling in my head for a few days.

Listen. Do I condone what’s about to happen in this? No. Was it fun to write? Absolutely.

CW: MDNI • explicit sexual content below • toxic fucking • unprotected/raw sex • creampie • breeding kink • fucking does not solve problems • neither do babies • toxic Levi and toxic Reader tbh

This was a bad idea. Terrible; one of your worst to date.

And yet, as Levi spread you out across his kitchen counter — the counter that, until two weeks ago, had also been yours — you couldn’t for the life of you remember why every alarm bell in your head was sounding off, begging your body stiffen, to reject the man lowering himself between your thighs, his gray eyes glowing nearly silver with desire.

“Just can’t stay away, can you?” His lips are hot and silky as they slope messily across your thighs, and his fingers push aside the hem of your sundress to make way for him. “Because try as you might, you know no one will ever be able to fuck you like I can.”

Ah. That was why.

Because you and Levi had broken up. You were no more; a past concept, a memory.

In the end, your three-year relationship died not in a fiery blaze of glory, but in cold resignation. He’d sat stoically at the kitchen table as you’d confessed that you could no longer stomach being second or third or whatever place behind his true passion — work — and that it was time for you to put yourself first, for once, since he wouldn’t.

The only sign of his emotion has been his fists — clenched so tight that the skin of his knuckles had gone white.

I’m done. I have nothing left to give you, Levi. Not when you only ever take and offer nothing in return.

He’d tried to argue once you announced your intention to move out that night. He’d fought to convince you to wait until morning, to put away the small suitcase you’d packed with your most essential belongings, to sleep on it — on the decision overall. But you’d known that if you’d stayed, you would have changed your mind — would’ve let him change your mind, and he’d known that, too. So you’d held firm, turned your back on him and forced yourself to walk out of the door to your apartment, suitcase in hand.

You hadn’t intended to return, and it seemed like he’d accepted it. He’d even gone so far as to mail whatever of your belongings you hadn’t managed to pack to your parents’ address. So though you spent your nights staining your pillow with bitter tears, your heart feeling like little more than a misshapen lump of meat barely beating in your chest, you’d at least gotten what you thought you’d wanted: a clean break.

Until he’d texted you that all of your mail was still being sent to your — his — address. He’d offered to pay to have it forwarded to you, but when you saw how much that would have put you in his debt, you’d begrudgingly told him you’d stop by on your way home from work and pick it up.

Really, you knew better; should have known better, at least.

And perhaps your logic would have won over your desire, but then Levi’s fingers tug your underwear to the side and his mouth latches to your core, and all the chatter that constitutes your higher reasoning fades to an indiscernible buzz in the back of your skull. The moment you feel something hot and wet prodding your entrance, your mind whites out without the hope of coherency returning any time soon, as Levi begins to fuck you with his tongue.

With a keening cry, your legs seize around his head, trapping him between your thighs. Your hands shoot to grip his hair, desperate to find purchase; to find anything to help keep you tethered here, to reality, rather than risk floating away in clouded bliss.

But Levi is too committed to tearing down the wall you’d carefully spent the last two weeks building, brick by brick. So as his tongue pumps steadily into your core, he shifts, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he presses you harder against his face. His jaw works furiously and when his teeth graze against your clit, you lose whatever last vestige of control you’d clung onto.

You’re sobbing through clenched teeth but utterly helpless to stop your hips as they begin churning and grinding against his mouth. Levi hums in approval, and throw your eyelashes, you spot the way his pupils dilate, chasing away the cool silver of his irises and replacing them with something black and hungry.

“Atta girl,” he praises between his thrusts, and the vibrations of his mouth against your heated, sensitive flesh nearly makes you drool. “For once in your life, stop fuckin’ thinking.”

He swirls his tongue around you entrance one more time before he replaces it with his fingers, plunging two into your cunt and curling them. He finds that rough patch on your innermost wall with a near frustrating ease.

It’s infuriating to know that the person you know can’t give you what you really need is somehow the only person who knows exactly how to give you what you want. And, judging by the faint smirk pulling at Levi’s lips they latch around that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, you know he can see your resolve crumbling under his feverish mouth.

“You don’t even remember why we were arguing, do you?” He jeers between harsh sucks at your clit as you continue to writhe and cry out for more. “You just wanted to cause a scene; make me sweat a little.”

You want to fight back; you want to tell him that he’s wrong, that you’d meant it when you’d said your relationship had run its course, but he won’t give you the space to do so. Not when he presses his face firm against your center and rocks his head side to side, reducing any protestations you might have had to pitiful whimpers.

“You’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Let’s see if you know what to do with it.”

Levi slips a third finger into your core and you come undone. With his teeth grazing your clit in time with each measured thrust of his fingers into your heat, you shatter against the kitchen counter, hard enough that stars dance in the corners of your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” Levi groans as he continues to lap at your sensitive and overstimulated flesh. “You’re always so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

His praise, coupled with the way his mouth continues to work at your cunt prolongs the waves of your release, until your legs are trembling against the smooth granite of the countertop, and tears are gathered in your eyes. Your walls spasm weakly one final time and then it’s over, your limbs limp and your brain little more than a puddle of liquid between your ears.

Levi steps back and the heat in his eyes is unmistakable; you know, by the way his eyes turn from steel to molten ore that he wants more; wants to take and take and make you bend to him.

You shouldn’t do it; you know you shouldn’t. You know that what’s happening between you is a manifestation of everything that was toxic about your relationship. Levi, always needing to be in control, who only listened when you were at your breaking point, but could never fully give you what you needed. You, who made far too many excuses, who let him dictate the norms of your relationship because it was easy; being with him was easy, until it wasn’t.

So no, you shouldn’t give in; you should stand firm.

You reach for him anyways. “Levi,”

That’s all it takes; a pleading whimper of his name, your hands outstretched toward him, and Levi pounces. His mouth crashes against yours, and his kiss makes you feel whole even though you know he’s tearing your resolve apart.

And you let him; you let him, because you’d sworn you were going to spend your life with him. You believed, without a moment’s hesitation, that Levi was the one for you — the one you’d share the remainder of your days with, the one with whom you’d create and share a family. It was all you’d wanted, and Levi, to his credit, had assured you it was what he’d wanted, too. At least, he did; once.

And, as Levi’s hands slide under you to peel you off the counter, your legs locking around his waist with practiced ease, you know it’s what you still want; he’s what you want.

For all your desperation to have him, Levi is just as eager for you. He pivots you away from the counter, lips still moving heatedly against yours, only to drop you both to the cold tile floor, spreading you out beneath him as his lips begin trailing down your jaw, your neck. He’s too impatient to carry you to the bedroom, his hands fumbling with the buckle on his belt so he can have you then, now, on the kitchen floor.

“‘S been too long,” he pushes the straps of your sundress from your shoulders, yanking the bodice down to expose your. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, and idly you wonder whether you made the subconscious decision to forgo your bra when you dressed that morning, in the event you’d end up here, under him.

His mouth closes around one pert nipple and you think it was the best decision you could have made; for nothing could possibly feel as right as the sensation of his hot mouth and silken tongue swirling around your soft flesh, nipping and sucking his devotion into your skin.

Your chest is heaving as his hands stroke down your body, pushing and pulling the skirt of your dress up, exposing the lower half of your body. Your legs are still little more than jelly thanks to the intensity of your previous climax, but you manage to wrap them around his hips all the same, clenching in an effort to bring him closer.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he imparts one final nip at your breast before he pulls back, his hands hurriedly shoving the waistband of his trousers and briefs down his hips, just far enough that he can pull his cock free. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, ramrod hard, his tip already leaking with his desire.

He’s just as desperate for you as you are hopelessly in need of him.

Your eyes trace back up from where his length stands hard against his belly back to his face. A pretty pink blush has flushed his cheeks, spreading down his neck and chest, and his eyes are glassy with want.

“Levi,” you plead with a soft moan. “Baby, please —“

Baby. You hadn’t called him that often while you were together, but when you had, it was because you’d been so filled with affection — with love — that his name hadn’t been enough.

It was a slip, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by your ex. In an instant his body is covering yours, and he’s moaning into your mouth as one hand ensnares itself in your hair. Between quick kisses, you swear you hear him whisper your name against your lips, before his tongue swipes back in and steals your breath away.

He breaks your kiss to shove a hand between your bodies, gripping himself at his base and giving his length one, solid pump. You shift, spreading your thighs wider, ready to take him and feel whole once more.

He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance and pauses. Impatiently, you buck your hips forward, trying to take him in, but he twists back just far enough that your wetness can only brush against him, a mockery of how you truly need him.

Levi ignores your howl of frustration. “If you want it, then tell me you’ll come home.”

Your teeth clench hard enough to crack, but you won’t give in; not yet, at least.

He’d been right; you wanted him to sweat a little, and damn if you weren’t going to try and bring him to his knees, if only for a bit. At least until he had you back in the palm of his hand, begging for a crumb of his attention.

So with a gritty determination that borders spite, you lock your ankles against his backside and haul him into you with all your might.

“Jesus — fuck!” His yell echoes off the gleaming stainless steel appliances as you force him fully inside you, unwilling to let him win this battle so soon. He falls forward, an arm flinging out beside your head to catch himself.

Your boldness pays off, for Levi is forced remain still, panting hard and his eyes screwed shut as he adjusts to the sensation of being fully buried in your warmth after so long. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way the muscles in the arm needed by your head ripples under the force of his restraint. Slowly, his eyes open and the darkness in them makes you pulse and contract around his length, your stomach fluttering in anticipation.

Your mouth falls into a perfect “o” as he begins to move once more. He sits back on his knees, back straight, and his hands come to rest on your hips. He tugs you up just enough that your backside rests against the tops of his thighs, your back forced into an arch away from the floor. His gaze drops to where you’re connected, your base pressed flush against his, and the sight of himself embedded so deeply inside you makes the fingers on your hips tighten.

Slowly, and with careful precision, he withdraws his cock from your heat until only his tip remains lodged in your entrance. His eyes flick to yours and then he slams back into you, forcing your breath from your lungs. He repeats the movement again and again, until your lower lip is wobbling and your fingers are sinking into the corded muscles of his forearms, unable to do anything but cling on as he hammers into you.

The stillness of the kitchen is soon disrupted by the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your breathy moans and Levi’s pants. Between the sharpness of his hips and the cold tile of the kitchen floor, you know you’re likely to walk away from this with bruises, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. Especially not when Levi is moving like this, each of his thrusts as punishing as they are calculated.

“What’d I say, huh? No one can fuck you like I can.”

Levi more often than not was a soft lover. Kind; generous; prone to taking his time with you, so much so that it was nearly painful, usually leaving you in a tearful puddle on your mattress, begging him for more.

But now, he’s trying to remind you of what you’re leaving behind by leaving him; he’s punishing you as much as he’s begging you to stay.

The thought makes you moan out, wanton and desperate, and the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.

His hips snap harshly against yours, choking off the sound in your throat. “So come back home,” and though you know he means for it to sound like an order, his eyes betray his urgency, his desperation to confirm that you hadn’t really meant it; that you’d given up on him in a moment of stress and exhaustion. “Quit being a brat and come home.”

You want to tell him you can’t — that the door had closed on your relationship the moment you’d pulled it shut behind you that day, but try as you might, the words will not form. All that spills from your mouth are broken utterances of his name, and even those flatten out into pathetic whines as Levi’s callused thumb finds your clit and begins to work, determined to haul you to the edge of your sanity and shove you over.

Your legs spasm around his waist as you begin your ascent to that sacred precipice. Your eyes are rolled back, your head thrashing from side to side as the pleasure, white hot and searing, mounts within you, that coil in your belly winding tight with every impassioned movement of his body against yours.

Distantly, you feel his hold on your hips tighten, and you can feel his thrusts growing sloppy. You know it’s only a matter of time before one of you succumbs to your release.

He growls your name, the last syllable tapering off in a small whine. “T-tell me — fuck — tell me where.”

Your eyes fly open and meet his, sobering awareness washing over you like a tidal wave.

Only once in the entire course of your relationship, did Levi ask where he was allowed to cum: the beginning. He’d asked the very first time you’d slept with him, legs in the air and over his shoulders, and once you’d made it clear you were on birth control, that had been the end of the discussion. You’d known that if you’d changed your mind, all you’d needed to do was tell him, and he’d adjust. Truthfully, however, you’d not minded the possibility of your birth control failing; you’d been content to let whatever happen, happen.

You’d told him as much, and he’d told you he shared the sentiment.

But that was then; this time, he’s giving you an out. A way to make sure this remains a one-time thing, a moment of weakness between two people too lost and broken to want anything different.

Levi’s eyes widen as the silence stretches between you, and his hips slow until he stops moving all together. The friction mounting where you’re connected is nearly unbearable, and you know the only way to relieve it is to give him an answer — whatever it may be.

This was it; the decision that will make or break you both. For once, he’s out the ball entirely in your court, and whatever comes after this moment of bliss — or frality — ends depends entirely upon you.

“Inside,” you barely manage to squeak, eyes wide and locked unwaveringly with his.

Even Levi hesitates. “Y/N —“

“Inside,” you repeat with slightly more conviction. “Cum inside me, Levi.”

“Your pill?” His hips have already resumed their pace, and you can feel how he’s grown harder at your insistence. But though his body is already moving in accord with your demand, his eyes look ready to bulge out of his skull when you manage the smallest shake your head.

“Inside.” You beg again, and you dig your heel harder into the steely muscle of his backside, limiting how far he’s able to pull his hips back; to pull out at all.

Because damn if he isn’t the only person in the world with whom you could fathom facing the consequences of fucking raw without even the safety net of the tiny blue pills still sitting at your pharmacy, waiting.

“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth, a tendon in his neck throbbing. “Fuck, you want me to give you a baby? So fuckin’ be it. As long as you’ll stay.”

He shifts over you, planting one foot on the ground so he can use his thigh to pin one of your legs back and to the side. His hand shoves under your other thigh, mimicking the position of your other leg as he mounts you, his full weight pressing you harder into the floor and keeping you spread wide for him.

Gone was the calculated precision of his earlier thrusts; now, Levi only presses his groin firmly against yours as he begins to rut, each rock of his hips pushing his length impossibly deeper into your slick warmth.

A cracked moan of his name signals that the blunt tip of his cock has brushed up against that spot within you that Levi knows will have you coming apart in minutes. And so, with a feral gleam sparking to life in his eyes, he shifts himself to press the head of his cock firmly against it, his hips rolling hard enough into you that you begin moving in time with him, your hips lifting up from the floor only to be pushed back by him as he works.

His balls are heavy against the underside of your ass as he continues to rut into you. You know he’s close when you feel him begin to twitch inside you, and the anticipation of being filled by him — so hot and sweet — makes the walls of your cunt clench harder around him.

If you thought you were a mess before, the way Levi mounts you on the floor has you nearly screaming with pleasure, so electric and blinding that all sights of the kitchen fade to white, and your eyes flutter shut.

But Levi won’t allow you to check out; not now, not ever.

“Look at me.” His free hand grabs your jaw in an attempt to force you to meet his eyes. You want to give him what he wants, but it’s far too difficult, what with the way yours are glued to the back of your skull, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.

“L-Levi,” you try and plead, to explain. But he has always demanded more of you than you knew how to give.

“Look at me.” His fingers squeeze your cheeks, insistent. “If you want my baby, then you’re gonna look at me while you cum.”

He’s doing it to prove a point — to prove that he still has control over you, over whatever it is that remains between you. And you, helpless against the whims of your heart, let him have it, because you love him.

Fuck. You love him.

You force your eyelids open to meet his punishing stare, and then his lips are crashing down against yours in a fiery clash of lips and teeth as both of you fight to consume the other. But you lose first, breaking your kiss to cry out as your climax slams into you with the force of a freight train, knocking your breath clean from your lungs.

It’s powerful; the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in memory, one that sends your back arching sharply up from the cool kitchen tile below, and pulls a howl of Levi’s name from your mouth.

You’re still straddled among the clouds of your pleasure when Levi succumbs to his own. His body tenses for a moment and then he’s coming undone, his hips giving one last, mighty push before he explodes.

He cums with a strangled groan that he silences by searing his mouth against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he pulses within you.

You don’t try to stop the pleasured grin that forms on your mouth, nor the contented hums which vibrate in your chest as you hold him close to you, savoring the feeling of being warm and full of him.

You know you might regret the decision later; but there, spread out across his — your — kitchen floor, Levi’s full weight bearing down upon you as he continues to flood you with his release, you can’t help but feel that maybe this wasn’t the toxic choice at all. Perhaps this is simply a manifestation of everything that is good in your life.

Good. That’s what you decide to tell yourself as you feel Levi’s lips press sleepily against your neck. This is good; this is right.

Because this — he — is your home.

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Haven’t I Been Good to You? | Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader (18+)

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Words: 2K

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Neice!Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), good old fashioned targcest, p n v, overall bad writing because I haven’t properly written in so long

Note: Reader is Rhaenyra’s heir/eldest daughter and the argument takes place after the dinner scene. I tried not to use any physical descriptors but those gorgeous targaryen platinum locks so I hope thats okay and you enjoy. Literally crawling in my skin right now because I’m about to post this, existing is an embarrassment, if you see this ily thank you for reading.

part two

Aemond was anything but cooled off when he returned to his marital chambers that night. He bound into the room, his displeasure from the night clear in his body language and his labored breathing. His wife sat stoically in front of her vanity, clad in only her night dress as she combed through the length of her silky, silver curls.

Aemond stared her down in disbelief as she barely acknowledged him. How could she honestly be angry with him? It was her bastard brothers who started the disagreement, who started the rivalry to begin with, who teased him their whole childhood and took his eye that fateful night on Driftmark. And here she sat, his wife, shoulders back and proud and angry with him.

Gods, she was beautiful when she was angry. If he didn't know her so well he wouldn't be able to tell. She was so serene and regal and surprisingly calm when she was upset. He often thought of how opposite they were in that sense. He thought of how hot tempered and quick to snap he was, and how she thought everything through before it slipped from her pretty lips. He envied this about her, and yet it was what he had loved most about her as well.

Aemond couldn't help it. He broke first. "Where are the children?" He inquired, steadying himself to the best of his ability.

She hardly gave him the time of day as she answered, her eyes not leaving her own reflection. "I've settled them into bed,” she said.

The Prince furrowed his brow. "Did you not think that I would wish to bid goodnight to my sons?"

"The hour is late. They've had their fill of excitement for the day, Husband."

Husband. Not her usual 'my dearest love,' not 'my darling.' He was in trouble far more than what he had bargained for. He eyed her in disbelief. "You're truly taking their side?"

She finally turned then, vast (e/c) eyes meeting his violet one. "There is no side to be taken, Aemond,” he hated her formality when they argued, "We are a family. We're supposed to be on the same side. Did you see how pleased the poor King was to see everyone finally getting along? Our mothers finally found some common ground after all of these years and yet you ruined an otherwise pleasant night with your wounded pride."

"My wounded pride?" he spat harshly, raising his voice at her. "Did you not see the way your beloved brother laughed as they sat a roasted pig in front of me? Or have you forgotten the torment I was subject to as a child? What do you expect to me to do, (Y/N)?"

She stood then, the silk of her long night dress accentuating her rounded stomach. "You are to be the Royal Consort one day, you will be King!" she scolded him sternly, silencing him. "I expect you to be the bigger person. I expect you to act with dignity and not meet the teasing of a child with the ferocity that you did tonight!"

Aemond softened at this, turning away from her to face the burning embers of the hearth. He did not retaliate, only moving to sit in a chair placed in front of it. He gripped the arms of the seat trying to calm himself, breathing deeply.

His wife watched him carefully. "It is not fair. I know it isn't," she swallowed, her eyes glazed over as she did. "I know that it angers you that I love my family after all my brothers have done to you, after what Lucerys has taken from you and I am sorry, Aemond. I truly am."

He was silent still, eye glued to the flames before him as if they were the most important thing in the room. "I cannot keep atoning for crimes I did not commit," her voice was almost pleading as she stepped closer to him then, slowly, testing the water carefully. When he did not retaliate,  she kneeled on the floor in front of him. "I know that you would not have chosen me to wed on our own, dear husband."

Her hands reached out to take his, and he allowed it, watching down the bridge of his nose as his wife gently held his hands in her small ones and brought them both to her lips, kissing them tenderly and repeatedly. "We have been honest and good to each other in these near seven years as man and wife, though," she stated, eyes wide and pleading as she rested her chin on his knee. "Have I not been a good to you?"

"You have," Aemond's voice cracked, his eyes fluttering shut at her soft inquisition. He breathed deeply, removing one of his hands from hers and carding it through her beautiful hair. “My love.”

"I have given you my body, mind, and soul. I have given you my virtue, and my fidelity. My heart has only ever belonged to you," she whispered as her husbands tensity began to dissolve between her nimble fingers and lips. Her soft kisses continuing slowly up his arm. "I have bore you two beautiful, healthy boys. Boys that will be Kings and Warriors one day, and I carry another inside me."

The air was stolen from her as Aemond halted her pecking and surged forward, lifting her swiftly from the stone floor to straddle his lap as if she weighed nothing. She gazed down at him, moving to gently remove her husbands eye patch. He hadn't minded the action for years now, as it was a bother to wear and his pretty wife had never judged his appearance or what he had lost all those years ago. She set the patch on the end table next to them, not taking her eyes off of him as her hands slid up his shoulders and found their home at his jawline. Her thumbs moved in slow circles on his face.

"I have given you power," he whimpered at this, gripping the soft meat of her thighs. "Outside the walls of this chamber you are my equal, and one day we will rule the Seven Kingdoms side by side, however we see fit to."

"Yes," he groaned hoarsely, continuing his kneading at her thighs, sitting up to press his lips to her throat, leaving hot opened mouth kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts as he detangled the strings of her shift, baring her supple chest to him.

"You would like that wouldn't you, My King?" Aemond growled in agreement, continuing his ravishing as she slipped her fingers to the base of his neck and weaved them into his hair, gripping it tightly. "And in this room, you will rule me as you see fit."

"If that we're true then I would bound you to our bed, little wife," he sank his teeth delicately into the flesh of her breast, tongue swirling against the skin, causing her head to snap back in pleasure and a breathy moan to fall from her lips. "You would never leave these chambers. Who would be left to rule if I'm buried inside this sweet cunt for all of our lives, hmm?"

"You have many years before we are crowned for me to ride you, my dragon. And I plan to mount you morning and night,” she grinding into him, their lips meeting finally in a messy kiss. "Surely you'll tire of bedding me by then."

"Never," he pressed his forehead to hers, their breathing hot as he moved a large slender hand to cover her swollen stomach. "I enjoy no sight more than your belly swollen with our children."

She rutted her hips against his once more, her weeping cunt begging for friction. "Please, my dearest love"

"I wonder how the realm would feel if they knew the truth of their precious Princess?" he smirked as she fucked herself on his covered length. "If they knew how she begged for me each night? How wet she gets without me even having to touch her."

"Aemond, please," she wined.

"You wish to ride your dragon, my Queen?" he began hiking up her night dress to rest on her hips.

She panted at his movements, so tender, so achingly slow and teasing. "Yes," she whimpered.

He cocked his brow at her. "What's stopping you? Claim me then."

She didn't have to be told twice. Her trembling hands moved frantically to the strings of his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down to his thighs. He hissed as she took his length into her hand, stroking it sweetly before he lifted her hips and guided her to sink down on him. Her eyes screwed shut, crying out in pleasure as she adjusted to the size of him. Neither of them moved for a moment, their breathing tense and labored.

Aemond brushed a lock of hair out of his wife's face, her forehead falling to meet his as he cradled her head with his hand. "Alright?"

"Mhm," she hummed needily, bracing herself as her hands dropped to his shoulders. Aemond's free hand moved to cover the swell of her stomach, a lazy grin forming on his lips, before finding it's way to her hips once more, helping to roll them against his. Aemond cursed, his jaw going slack as his wife unraveled above him. Once she found her footing, she picked up her pace, bobbing up and down steadily, her finger nails curling into his shoulders. His hips snapped up to meet hers, and she cried out, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. Something came undone in him at the sound, his hands were everywhere then, cupping her full breasts, wrapped around her throat, sinking into her thighs. He was pawing at her like she would disappear if he let go for one second, grunting like a wild animal as he rutted against her.

"So good," he captured her lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth clashing. "So pretty and all mine."

She babbled something nonsensical in appraisal, her heat clenching around his cock as he worshipped her, their movements becoming sloppy as they approached their peak. "I'm so close."

"Say you love me," he demanded, fingers making their way to her pearl as he toyed with it, causing her to squeak at the touch. "Tell me again that you're mine and mine alone."

"Please," she panted, whimpering as he fucked into her relentlessly, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou."

Aemond's fingers were torture, slow and taunting. "Say it." "I'm yours," she cried out. "Only yours. Please--"

"Let go," he permitted, following close behind as she toppled over the edge, back arching and eyes rolling back as she was overcome with pleasure. They were still, chests heaving and hot breath mingling as they came down from their shared orgasm. Her nimble fingers tangled into his hair, brushing it away from his sweat soaked neck. He fell back into the chair, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "I would've chosen you," he broke the silence after a long moment. She lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye, confusion evident as if she had not registered what he said. "When you said that you weren't the wife I would have chosen for myself. If I had been presented with a choice, I would've chosen you."

Her gaze softened at the sincerity and raw emotion flickering in his eye. "Then choose me now. Choose our family," she gripped his shirt tightly, pleading with him. "Love me more than you hate them."

Aemond sighed deeply, covering her hands with his. "I do love you. More than anything."

"Then promise you will try." Neither wanted to admit what they both knew, that even if he did, it was too late. The King's health dwindled more and more by the day, and the wounds cut between the Greens and the Blacks were too old and too deep for even their love to heal. The time was coming where they would have to choose. War was looming and their last chance at peace had slipped through their fingers like flowing water. So they didn't, and chose in silence to carry on pretending while they still could.

Aemond cupped her face gently, and pulled her into a soft, sweet kiss. "I promise," he whispered, the sweetest of lies, and he met her lips again in a more fervent kiss.

And she let herself hope, she let her self believe, just a little while longer.

[astralis-is-typing]

Gossiping with skz

⚝fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

⚝word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

Knows all the tea before you even bring it up.

Homeboy knows everything about everyone somehow. I guess it’s because Chan has this really welcoming aura that just makes people deem him trustworthy. He won’t even pretend to be surprised by what you’re telling him, so you might feel a little put out… but he’ll more than make up for it by telling you what he knows! Your eyes are literally bulging out of your skull, your jaw hanging open by the time he’s done. It feels like you brought a snack and he pulled up with a whole five course meal. He’ll smirk at the expression on your face and tease you for thinking you could top his tea.

To put it simply, you cannot outdo the doer. Bro literally knows it all haha. Also, he’s very low-key about what he knows– so consider yourself lucky that he’s chosen you as his gossip buddy.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

He'll pretend he’s uninterested and act like he’s ignoring you, only dropping the act to scold you that it’s bad manners to gossip. That is, until you mention something or someone that piques his interest. Now he has to know.

You’ll probably be teasing him like, ‘oh, I thought you didn’t want to know’, sticking your tongue out and walking away. If he needs to pin you down to the seat/couch HE WILL. As Han once said, “I can’t tease Lee Know-hyung, he’ll use force”. Will grant you one of his death stares if you try make him apologize before you finally spill for ignoring you. Literally will not let you leave till you finish the story.

Lee Know probably gets so smug when he’s the one bringing in the tea. Like his eyes glimmer and everything. I feel like he’d do that pose where he’s got his legs crossed and his hands on his lap; flashing you a cat-like grin and sitting so stoically upright while you’re borderline dangling out of your seat, just to hear what he’s saying because he won’t speak up.

  ｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ  

Gossiping with Changbin would have to exclusively be done in private because he’ll be reacting so loudly! Gaping and pointing when you mention someone in his line of sight. And heaven forbid the tea in question walks past you guys… man will STARE.

Brace yourself because he’s the type to smack your shoulder exceptionally astonished.

I feel like both he and Lee Know would ask loads of questions. They love gossip but also would like to verify that it isn’t all just hot air, you know? Also, whenever the two of you were in the same room as the people you were gossiping about he’d keep looking over at you and grinning or pulling faces that make you struggle to hold in a laugh. You’d be scolding him and hitting him (playfully of course) afterwards, vowing to never share ANYTHING with him again. He’d whine, promising he won’t be as obvious with future topics of discussion (a promise that barely lasts 2 days).

Bonus: Changbin is the type to store screenshots from group chat arguments like court documents. He has pretty incriminating evidence on that android of his so better not test the guy.

 ｡⁠Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The type of friend to have just as much beef as you do with whoever you guys are talking about by the time you’re through with the tea.

Very reactive and will definitely be adding things on. Stuff like, ‘It isn’t even in their place!’ if someone’s talking smack about you and what not. With him it’s like sparring or a tennis match. When you serve, he will serve back; it builds up like a jenga tower. Just best friend material if you catch my drift.

Honestly there’d be a lot of tone variation haha. At some points you’d be whispering conspiratorially, leaning close to each other and whispering even if you two are alone. At other points your exaggerated hand gestures will be running the conversation. Gossiping with Hyunjin would be such a rewarding experience to be honest. In addition, he’s got a really expressive face, so you’d be knowing his opinion on whatever you’re saying immediately. Would definitely be slapping a hand over his mouth, frowning in disgust… the whole package.

Hyunjin has previously mentioned that he doesn’t judge a book by its cover, preferring not to believe rumours about people, and this is true. Nevertheless, he’d indulge you (thoroughly) because he trusts your judgement and you aren’t one to think badly of a person without reasons.

Bonus: Snacks and actual tea (or in his case, iced americanos) are FOR SURE part of the conversation. Would be sipping dramatically with raised eyebrows when you mention someone he knows. Let’s out a dramatic ‘SAME!’ because he doesn’t like them either. “I thought I was the only one,” he’d say while clutching his chest before shaking his head and continuing to munch on whatever flour-based snack he’s brought that day.

 ｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Cannot keep still while gossiping. Will keep standing up and will even pace/ walk around when something is particularly juicy. And with his weak ass legs he’d probably trip and end up just lying on the floor for a while… unbothered by it because the story is getting good. Yes, Han is a floor gossiper. (Insert Rose’s “everything I need is on the ground” meme.)

Han also is the type to get SO wrapped up in a tea time session that he won’t notice the time passing lmao. He’ll probably remember an even juicier story mid-story haha. “BY THE WAY! Did I ever tell you-?”/ “SPEAKING OF WHICH-!”.

Like, every new point you make reminds him of something else. The two of you are out here putting pieces of a puzzle together until you’ve found out who the neighbour is cheating on her husband with or something lol. Like it’s part gossip part detective work, you two actually deserve salaries for how good you are. If you guys are texting and you drop a bomb, be prepared (preferably with low phone volume) for an impromptu facetime with a SHAKEN Jisung. Also, if any of the other members know something about what you two are talking about he’ll be dragging them in. If it’s Seungmin, who’s very stingy with his tea, the two of you will be offering your kidneys for the information he most definitely can give you.

No snacks/ drinks here because he’s probably the type to spit out his water in shock haha.

 ｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

Bro gets astronomically shocked. Like his reactions when he’s gossiping, watching people roast each other or similar situations are just priceless.

At first he’s pretty tentative with it because he doesn’t gossip much, but he’ll come around. He’s more subtle than Changbin but will still be nudging you with his elbow or foot when the ‘issue’ is in the room with you.

An adlib gossiper- he even gasps on beat and all that. You’ll be all like, “Felix you won’t believe what they said-” and he’ll be like, “Gurl what did they say??!” (You know, in the best aussified alternative for this sentence, cannot imagine the term gurl/gworl coming out of Felix’s mouth lmao).

If someone’s watching you guys they’ll feel so excluded (how I felt when watching skz talker in the gif *sigh*… feeling intensifies when there are no subs). Also I feel like a prime location for a gossip session would be the car! Long journeys where there’s not much to see outside the window, and you turn to him like, “Did you hear about…”

 ｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

Now if you’ve ever watched 2kr (2 Kids Room) you KNOW this man has the inside scoop.

It’s an elite feeling to be gossiping with Seungmin because, as I’d mentioned before, he’s very choosy when it comes to who he shares his tea with. That stuff is scalding hot. Like between him and Chris, those two know all the jyp ent. secrets. Like bro probably has documents proving that Hyunjin and Yeji are related. Seungmin is INFORMED.

This is another member who’ll have actual tea with him, cradling the cup delicately with both palms and sipping slowly as he watches you lose your mind over the rim of the mug. Crosses his legs and acts so nonchalant while slapping you with the fattest, juiciest conspiracy/rumour you’ve ever heard. If you tell him something he actually doesn’t know, his composed aura will fade so fast- mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as you share your story.

 ｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Jeongin will 100% end a gossip session saying, “But anyways, who are we to judge?”

Between Innie’s attitude and Grandma identity your boy is a prime candidate for a gossip buddy. He’s just THE ONE. His yt/vlives are literally titled ‘Maknae’s Private Life’- doesn’t that scream tea to you? Like if you’re gossiping in a group his input is for sure the most awaited. People will be leaving to go look for him if he isn’t already present.

Gossiping with Jeongin is all hushed tones and huddled conversations. Bro might even go as far as putting his phone on silent if the tea is hot enough. I feel like he’d unintentionally switch to his Busan accent when things start to get really juicy lmao.

Abruptly keeps quiet or changes the topic whenever someone passes by the two of you. If you aren’t used to this you’ll get so confused, looking at him like ‘???’ when he randomly starts telling you about the new shoes he bought.

Idk why, but to me I.N’s really good at insta stalking and he would be pulling up people’s pages if you didn’t seem to know who he’s talking about.

⚝A/N: How would you rank them MTL? I'd love to hear about it. P.s: in case you like them, the orange dividers originally by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more​ 

+Thank you for reading!♡ Here's a present for making it to the end😋:

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

-

Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[flamingpudding]

The Ghost King is my Uncle Drabbles #2

A/N: Some more linked to a prompt week writing I did

>>Masterpost

Original this builds on: Link

Rowdy Cousin

Batman swore internally, from the outside he stoically sat in his chair and did nothing to indicate the absolute chaos that was going on in his mind. The Meeting rooms light flickered and the speakers once more started up loudly blaring a song all over the Watchtower. He was pretty sure one of his sons had told him once that playing that song was a meme.

"Someone do something about that kid! He is Rickrolling us!" Green Lantern screamed above the music.

"Constantine is already trying to do something." Superman's hands covering his sensitive ears as the music must sound to him even louder.

Batman very much only looped one thought in his head. -It's only for world ending purpose, I cannot use it right now.-

He had a responsibility to uphold, he was the patriarch of the earth branch family. This was not something that required him to use that. No he would not use it. He refused. This was not a world ending matter. Surely Constantine or anyone else of the Justice League Dark would solve this problem any second now.

The screens flicker and Batman did anything he could in his mind to not let his eye twitch even if no one would be able to see it. Cat videos were playing where second earlier statistics and observatory programs had been running.

No he would not, they could handle this problem no need to involve family.

The music stopped and some of his hero colleagues let out a relieved sigh only for a familiar laugh to echo through the watchtower and a new song starting to play. One that apparently counts all 100 dumb ways to die.

"Why is Klarion even targeting the watchtower like this?!" The Flash shouted over the lyrics before turning to him.

"Did one of your kids piss him off or something?!"

"No." At least not as far as he knew, though considering the recent discovery as well as the surprise visits his uncle had done lately he might have a guess why the witch boy was targeting them right now. Didn't mean he would elaborate this reason to the other heroes present.

Before Wonder Woman could comment John Constantine stormed in the room and slammed his hands down onto the table staring right at Batman with blood shot eyes. "Call him."

"Who?"

"Don't play fucking dumb bats. You know who I mean. This is not the witch brat alone. There is another entity and if you don't want the fucking watchtower crashing into earth you call him right now."

"Bats, he is not talking about who I think he is?" Superman carefully asked while the other heroes looked at him just as questionable.

He held his staring contest with Constantine a little longer before he grunted and reached into his utility belt pulling out a small bat-shaped pendant. A personalized upgraded calling card, his uncle had gifted to him as well as each of his children and extended family members.

This was not how he imagined a meeting in regards to his new discoveries and a possible sure fire contingency plan against world ending emergencies would go. He rubbed his thumb against the engraving waiting for a short moment for it to pulse, before tapping the pendant three times, paused and tapped it two more times. This was a non-emergency call, even if his colleagues might disagree.

He still thought they could very well handle this situation without the help of his uncle.

"BABY BAT, YOU CALLED THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU DID!"

The present heroes watched in stunned fashion how a white haired, 20 years old man stepped out of a green portal and instantly zoomed across the room to hug THE Batman around his head rubbing his cheek against the bat's cowl mindful of the pointy parts.

And Batman was letting the man do that only looking resigned.

"We agreed that I would only call on you with this pendant for emergencies."

The white haired man only hummed before his head turned sharply and green glowing eyes narrowed at Constantine, who visibly paled and took a step back standing straight and looking very much like he regretted what he had asked Batman to do. "Trading game is not being rude to you is he?"

The bat only grunted and the white haired man finally let go of him, humming as he took in his surroundings, eyes glinting in mischievously as he saw the flickering lights, animal videos on screen and heard the blaring music over the speaker. "When I okey-ed Klarion to go playing with his cousins I didn't think he would seek you two out. He had been talking about his older cousins starting another game of 'who's the better demon lord' in different dimensions. I thought he was joining their bet."

Wait did he say two? Batman grunted and the white haired guy chuckled. "I will be back in a second."

Not even the Flash could react as fast as the white haired man disappeared and reappeared with Klarion next to him. Clearly pulling on the witch boy's ear like a father would when their child had been naughty. The flickering lights and blaring of music over the speakers had stopped.

"Ow DAD what in the name of chaos are you doing here."

"Your Cousin called me. You are disturbing his work and risking them crashing into earth with Technus' help."

"YOU SNITCHED TO MY DAD?!"

"Hn."

"Technus get out of their network or I will lock you up on a Medieval Island for three decades."

As if the present heroes weren't confused enough a face appeared on one of the screens. Glaring at the white haired man. "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, if you stay in there any longer. I will also dig out the old thermos and soup you additionally for a decade or more."

The face on screen grumbled and the heroes nearly flinched back as a ghostly, green skinned man came out of it, looking every bit frustrated and annoyed. "I was just getting a good look at this modern technology, you have banned me from any big shot Industries…"

"We had that discussion 100 years ago, Technus. Back to the Ghost Zone." The white haired man commanded by opening a portal next to them with the wave of his hand and surprisingly, the green skinned guy listened.

"Sorry about this Baby Bat and Little Demi. Klarion will be grounded for a bit and re-educated in how to bond without risking potentially killing any bystanders. Oh and remember I will come by later for Baby Ghost to get his checkup with Frostbite!"

"Dad, please no grounding! Anything but that!"

"I am sure your Grandpa will be happy to have your help during your grounding."

"Dad! NO! I don't want to keep time in order! I live for chaos not order!"

The man was just smiling and completely ignoring Klarion's complains as he turned towards Batman and Wonder Woman, for reasons the hero's didn't understand.

"Well we will be on our way then Baby Bat, Little Demi!"

Batman grunted and the white haired man chuckled, leaving through the portal and dragging along a whining Klarion, who apparently was that man's son.

Just before the portal closed, the man stuck his head back out looking towards Wonder Woman with a mischievous smile. "Oh before I forget! Pops Clockwork sents his regards Little Demi . He doesn't want me saying this, but he is glad about the path you choose. Says you're set on a pretty good timeline!"

The head disappeared into the portal again and it finally closed. Wonder Woman was left blinking at the empty space, her mouth slightly open with the silent question of "What?"

"Bats, who was that?" The Flash was the first to break the silence that had followed as eyes turned to the dark knight.

"His Uncle." / "The Ghost King."

Superman and Constantine spoke at the same time. The JLD member flinched back as he looked at the glowering bat. Muttering something the man took his leave or rather escaped the room as quickly as possible as Batman kept glaring. Meanwhile Wonder Woman was slowly having a crisis of her own as suddenly family relations that had been hinted to her through Pandora made sense. "Clockwork... no, Titan Cronus? The Ghost King... Uncle Daniel?"

Chaos broke among the present heroes.

"WHAT UNCLE?!"

[pinkydevil16]

Eric Northman x Stackhouse!Reader

18+  Word count: 15k+

Triggers: attempted rape, blood, violence

Y/n grit her teeth as she stood next to Sookie in Fangtasia, the blonde in a white and red dress which looked like she was coated in blood whilst Y/n wore a t shirt and jeans hoping to blend into the background as Bill spoke to the blonde viking on a throne. Y/n wasn't quite sure how she had been roped into all this, her sister had always been different, and Y/n was protective as any sister would be. 

"So why are we playing live bait right now?" Y/n questioned as she looked around, Sookie shushing her as she tried to read their lips until the viking curled him finger towards them, Y/n wanting to face palm as Bill nodded and encouraged them up. 

"Why God why." Y/n mumbled to herself as she followed Sookie, Bill stood stoically next to Sookie as Y/n hung back, her mind trying to think of ways out of the situation but she knew she couldn't do anything against a vampire.

"This is Eric Northman, he's the Sheriff." 

"Sookie Stackhouse and Y/n Stackhouse." Y/n looked at the viking as he looked her up and down with a smirk, Y/n keeping her expression blank as she took him in. He was intimidating, anyone who said he wasn't would be a liar or a much more powerful vampire, being human meant he could snap her in half without so much as blinking. 

"It's nice to meet you." Sookie's voice was sweet as she held onto Bill's hand, her other taking Y/n's as she read her thoughts. 

"Well aren't you sweet." Eric's voice was deep as he looked over Sookie as Y/n interjected.

"Not really, it's just the hospitality in her." Y/n squeezed Sookie's hand as Bill shot her a look, Y/n scowling back at him as Eric stood and looked down at her. 

"Miss Stackhouse i understand you have been asking questions to my customers, if you have something to ask you should ask it of me." Although his demand was directed at Sookie he kept his eyes on Y/n as she tried not to look away, reminding herself it was like dealing with an animal. 

"Alrighty then." Sookie's voice brought Eric's attention from Y/n as she let out a breath, her eyes now finding the beautiful blonde in a black corset as she leant against Eric's chair, her pointed eyes staring straight into Y/n's soul as she looked away. Eric sat down as Sookie showed him the photos of the girls.

"I am not done with you yet." Eric's voice jumped Y/n out of her trance, having been lost in her thoughts, Sookie's hand now squeezing Y/n's tightly as Eric looked over the both of them.

"Please...sit." His tone seemed playful as he gestured to the chair next to him, Bill nodding at Sookie as she took a seat, Y/n standing next to her sister before the blonde vampire brought another chair and placed it the other side of Eric. Y/n stared at the blonde before looking at Eric, his expression daring her to challenge him as she looked at Sookie before sitting.

"So are you quite attached to your friend?" Eric smirked as Bill quickly growled out that Sookie was his, Y/n could now feel her palms begin to sweat as her need to fight or flight was becoming more and more apparent. 

"Yes, i am his." Sookie confirmed, her voice confident before Eric turned his gaze to Y/n, his eyes looking her up and down as he spoke.

"Your judgement has always been clouded Bill, especially when you have such a special human here." Y/n looked back at Sookie in confusion before Eric turned his head back to Bill, the two speaking as Y/n gave Sookie a panicked look and kept darting her eyes to the exit hoping her sister would get the gist. 

"You need to leave, there's going to be a police raid." Sookie suddenly spoke, urgency in her voice as she stood and grabbed Y/n's hand, looking to Bill for help as Eric began questioning her. Seconds later Y/n stood outside, the world had moved quickly around her as she stumbled, her trainers planting firmly on the ground as she adjusted to her surroundings and looked for Sookie. Eric took advantage of Y/n's confusion, pushing her against the wall as he leaned over her with a smirk.

"What is that scent Miss Stackhouse? What are you?" Y/n stuttered before Eric was gone, Sookie and Bill now fussed over her as she tried to explain what happened but in truth even she was unsure.

Y/n bent over the table at merlottes, wiping it down before taking the napkins and cutlery out her pocket and placing it down in the assigned seats at the booth, her head turning to the door as it dinged. More customers, looking at the time she sighed, two hours left and she was done for the weekend, she wanted to get home quickly so she could spend some time with her Gran before she went to bed.

"Orders up." Lafayette called out as Y/n welcomed the three men in, seating them at the table she had just cleaned and took their drinks order. Collecting the food she served it to a nearby table and collected the three beers before placing them down.

"Would ya'll like some food?" Her voice was sweet but she could see the men were anything but worthy of such kindness, they were dressed in camouflage and she imagined some poor deer was in the back of their pick up truck after a hunt. 

"Three burgers hot stuff, and your number." The leader smirked as the other two laughed, Y/n putting on a fake smile as she took the menus and tucked them under her arm.

"Three burgers, do you want normal or curly fries?" The man leant back so he could stare at her ass, his buddies all laughing as they took a swig from their beer.

"Normal and don't forget that number, you got a sweet ass and i could give you a hell of a ride." Y/n gave them a tight lipped smile and walked away, the men laughing as they talked loudly about her body, taking a deep breath she rang in the order.

"You alright sweetness?" Lafayette spoke, placing a plate of fries in front of Y/n with a side of her favourite sauce which she gave him a thankful smile and dipped a fry into it before eating it.

"Yeah just some jackasses who think they own the world." Lafayette looked behind Y/n to see the men moving their hands about sexually as they looked over at Y/n making him scowl as he looked back at his friend.

"You want me to deal with them?" Y/n shook her head as she ate another fry and got back her composure.

"Maybe just spit in their food for me." Y/n gave him a cheeky grin as she walked away, Lafayette laughing as she walked behind the bar and grabbed three more beers. She could see them tipping their current ones up and she didn't want anymore lewd comments so she quickly dropped the next round off and walked away. 

"Y/n." Sam called out as he poked his head out his office, Y/n looking up as he waved her in with a small smile, following him she grabbed her fries and sauce before sitting cross legged on his sofa and continuing to eat her snack.

"You alright kiddo?" Y/n nodded with a smile as she reached over to where Sam had an open beer, drinking it as she enjoyed her fries, Sam smiling softly at her as he looked over the schedule.

"You don't want extra hours do ya? Cos Arlene's had to drop two shifts cos the kids need picking up." Y/n put out her hand and opened and closed her hand, Sam laughing as he handed it to her and she totted up the hours and extra pay before nodding and handing it back.

"You got it boss, but you owe me alright? I expect to be bribed with a bottle of your finest vodka." Sam laughed as he agreed shaking her hand, promising to give it to her next time she was in. Grinning Y/n stood, putting her empty take out box in the bin and wiping her hands on her apron, checking the time as she saw she only had 30 minutes left. 

"Foods up." Y/n grabbed the three burgers as she balanced them on her arms and walked towards the now tipsy men, placing the burgers down with a smile.

"Any sauces?" Y/n should have know what was to come as the men laughed and leaned closer.

"I can give you some sauce sweetcheeks, bend over and i'll cover ya." Y/n's eye twitched before she let out an overly exaggerated laugh making the men move back as she almost doubled over in false laughter.

"Wow! That is just so funny! You should share that with everyone here because wow, comedians." Y/n then deadpanned and placed the bill down, walking towards the bar as she began serving the regular patrons with a normal smile.

"Fuckin bitch." One of them mumbled before they slammed down $40 and left, the money barely covering their tab as Y/n waved with a sickly sweet smile. 

Y/n waved bye to Sam as she left her shift, walking into the carpark towards her car before a pickup truck almost hit her, the truck stopping infront of her as she fell back with a cry. The three men jumped out the truck as with grins, Y/n's eyes full of panic as she got up and tried to run but they were quicker, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her back as she fell to the ground in front of them.

"Gonna teach you a lesson you fuckin bitch." The same man from before spoke in her ear before he slammed his foot into her back, forcing her face down into the dirt as she began trying to fight, hot tears running down her face as she tried to scramble away. 

"Get off me!" Y/n screamed, managing to turn on her back and dig her nails into the leaders face, feeling his skin under her nails as she listened to him curse out before he smacked her in the face. Looking at her hand she saw the blood, a surge of pride going through her before she felt her arms be pinned down, the leader now stood in front of her as he began unbuckling his trousers.

"You fuckin' whore, i'm gonna make you regret that." Y/n kicked out her legs, but the men holding her top half down were strong and three against one was never a fair fight. As she felt his hands touch her shorts she screamed, two small bolts of light coming out her hands and forcing the two men off. The leader's eyes widened as he fell back, his friends now halfway across the carpark and unconscious as the door to Merlotte's opened and Lafayette ran out with a meat cleaver.

"You get away from her!" The leader bolted up, Lafayette swinging at him before he managed to get into his truck, Sam writing down the license as Lafayette helped Y/n up. Her hair covered in dirt as she hugged Lafayette still panicked and afraid. 

"I'm calling Sook." Y/n nodded as Lafayette helped her inside, he left for a moment before coming back with a dark red drink and telling her to down it. Y/n agreed and coughed as she drank the strong concoction but it made her feel better knowing Lafayette and Sam were there. 

"You alright sugar?" Lafayette sat across from her as he leant over and pushed her hair out her face, picking out a few pieces of dirt as Y/n gave him a small smile.

"I'm okay, just shaken up, i'm just thankful you came out when you did." Lafayette nodded, he'd been out the back having a smoke when he'd heard a scream. 

A few minutes later and Sookie was there, she looked shaken up as she ran in, her eyes darting around before she found Y/n and the pair and ran to each other. Sookie hugged Y/n close as she ran through her thoughts and almost cried as she saw the events unfold, Y/n clutched Sookie as she felt her riffling around in her mind. 

"Well isn't this touching." Eric's voice made Sookie and Y/n split as Bill and Eric stood in the doorway, Sookie looked towards Sam as he scowled at the two vampires. Lafayette was quick to disappear into the back hoping to remain unseen.

"Are you alright Miss Y/n?" Bill spoke, Y/n nodding slowly as she kept her eyes on Eric, a confused look on her face as he looked around merlottes in disgust at the back swamp bar compared to Fangtasia. 

"I'm okay just...yeah." Y/n didn't know what else to say as Eric turned his attention to her and looked her all over, he acted as though with one look he could pick her apart and see into her soul like Pam had. 

"We're taking you home." Y/n looked back at Sookie with a smile as her sister grasped her hand and pulled her towards Bill. 

"So why was Eric there?" Y/n asked as she bit into a burger, wiping her mouth as Sookie sighed and sat up on the sun lounger.

"I told you already, he came to ask, well more demand, for me to help him find out who's been stealing money. We were gonna leave when Sam called and i refused to leave. He was surprisingly okay with delaying. He's so creepy." Sookie shivered as she laid back down, Y/n nodding as she finished her burger, wiping her hand together before laying back on her sun lounger. 

"Is Gran excited for tonight?" Sookie sat up with a beaming smile as she began explaining how Gran and the other people in her club were excited to meet Bill and be able to ask him questions.

"She's so cute, does she have her notebook ready?" Y/n grinned as Sookie nodded and went on and on about how Bill was excited aswell to be able to share his experience and have a positive relationship with other humans in Bon Temp.

Y/n yawned and stretched before rubbing her eyes, she'd had a nap during the day to get ready for tonight, her Gran was ecstatic as Y/n came down the stairs. 

"Oh Y/n, it's almost time to go!" Y/n grinned as she took her Gran's arm and the pair began their way to the event. Her Gran talked her ear off the whole walk, showing her the questions on her notebook. 

Y/n waved goodbye to each of the members as they excited the church, her Gran walking back with a few of the members as she encouraged Y/n to stay. 

"That was a good night." Y/n spoke as she walked towards Sookie and Bill, the pair chatting happily as Y/n sat beside them.

"It was indeed Miss Y/n, i'm glad your Grandmother enjoyed it." Y/n smiled as she recalled how happy her Gran had been.

"Anyway i'm going to walk home." Y/n stood, slapping her knees as she looked at the love sick pair, Bill smiling at Sookie as he pushed some of her hair back.

"I'm assuming you'll be home later?" Sookie nodded before hugging Y/n.

"We'll walk you home incase that murderer is out there."

Y/n screamed out as she saw her Gran, Sookie fell next to her as she pushed her Gran onto her back and begged her to wake up. Y/n fell to her knees and her hands shook as she stared at the blood covering her hands, her Gran's blood, Sookie now had her head against her Gran's chest as she cried. Bill stood by the door, his hand over his mouth as he inhaled the blood, his eyes darting around as he tried to find any scent of the murderer, rushing around the property but there was no sign of anyone. 

Y/n stood in the kitchen, her black dress smoothed under hands as she anxiously pushed it down once more, her eyes on the multitude of people who walked in and out of the house. Sookie was upstairs splashing her face after her outburst at the funeral, Y/n's couldn't blame her, if she could hear everyone's thoughts she'd have been locked in a looney bin years ago. 

Everything was finally over and Y/n sat at the table staring at her Gran's pie, she had screamed at Maxine for touching it and now she was sat with a fork in her hand and tears in her eyes as she took a bite. Sobbing as she chewed, Sookie came down the stairs and looked at Y/n for minute before joining her, the pair sobbing as they ate the last remaining memory of their Gran and took solace in each others grief. After they'd finished the pie Y/n took herself upto bed, exhausted from the last few days and honestly done with humans, vampires or whatever else was out there, she wanted her Gran. She heard Sookie leave, but she couldn't seem to care as she curled up into her duvet and cried herself to sleep.

Eric grinned as he watched Y/n and Sookie enter, the latter in a white dress and looking pissed as she looked at Eric whilst Y/n wore black jeans and hoodie, her eyes hidden by dark circles. Y/n sat on the bar as she grabbed a bottle of vodka and a glass, pouring herself large shots and downing them as Sookie interviewed each human and declared them innocent. Y/n felt the air shift beside her as Eric appeared, his body too close for her liking as she sneered at him and shuffled further away.

"Don't be so shy Y/n, not when you're drinking from my bar for free." He flashed her a fang-filled grin as she gave him a fake smile back and downed another shot, she wondered what it was like to have no fear like Eric. Sure Bill was powerful but he still cowered and bent under Eric's will, it was an odd thing to see, since Bill held himself at a higher calliper than Eric yet couldn't beat him. 

"They're innocent." Y/n called out as Sookie nodded to Bill, taking the attention off herself and back to the waitress who sat across from Sookie. Y/n decided she had drank enough for a good buzz, placing the vodka back as she held the glass in her hand and twirled it as she watched Ginger be sat down. The poor woman looked like she'd been dragged through a bush too many times in her life and had ended up here, Sookie began pouring through her mind until she scowled. Y/n hopping off the bar and standing behind Sookie as she tilted her head and stared at Ginger, a lightbulb basically appearing above Y/n's head as she looked at Sookie.

"She's been glamoured." Y/n felt proud of herself as Sookie explained Ginger knew how took it but there was a block, one only a vampire could create. Before anyone could react Longshadow rushed towards Sookie, shoving her backwards and onto a table as Y/n went flying backwards into the chairs. Her head knocking harshly the wood as she tried to stand but a sudden rush of water forced her back down as chunks of vampire and gallons of blood spurted across the room, coating Sookie head to toe as she screamed out. Bill stood over her, a stake in his hand as Eric looked unimpressed nodding to Pam who grabbed Sookie and Y/n taking them to the bathroom. Y/n luckily was able to wash off the blood, removing her hoodie which covered a tank top which had stayed dry. However Sookie was not so lucky and all Pam had to offer was a leather get up which made Y/n giggle at Sookie's expression.

"Sorry." Y/n mumbled as Sookie glared at her, Y/n wiping off the remains of Longshadow out her shoes as she sighed and looked in the mirror. She couldn't deny she looked like shit, she guessed Grief did that to a person and yet Sookie looked radiant in grief, maybe it was to do with her relationship with Bill. Maybe Y/n needed to get back on the horse and try to find something other than work and her fucked up home life to take up her time. Y/n rubbed her face and called out Sookie letting her know she was going to get another drink, Sookie asked for a beer and Y/n laughed and left the bathroom. Entering the bar she cringed as she watched Ginger gag as she cleaned up Longshadow, her little outfit covered in blood aswell as her knees and hands whilst Pam and Eric watched. 

"Ahh Y/n, such a shame you didn't need a new outfit." Y/n gave Eric a mocking smile and walked towards the bar as she looked through the stock, feeling the air change as it had earlier, Eric leaning over her as he inhaled loudly.

"Could you be any creepier?" Y/n asked as she poured herself a rum and coke, grabbing out a beer as she went to walk around Eric but he gripped her arm and brought her towards him.

"You are you bleeding, let me fix that for you." Y/n went to object as she felt the throb in her forehead, Eric running his finger over her cut and collecting the blood, placing it in his mouth with a smirk before biting his finger and placing his blood over the cut. Y/n felt it heal instantly, her eyes widening as she watched his lick her blood off his finger again, her hands shaking slightly as she held the drinks tightly and coughed moving away.

"Thanks." Y/n mumbled out, side stepping Eric as Bill walked out with Sookie, her sister moving close to her as Y/n handed her the beer and the two stood watching the tension between the vampires.

"You have 24 hours to think about my offer Bill." Eric's voice seemed more powerful as he looked at Bill with menace, the latter nodding before the three took their leave, Y/n giving Bill a confused look but he ignored her.

"Want to divulge what that last bit was about William?" Y/n pressed as Bill drove, her hands on Sookie's seat as she pulled herself half into the front to irritate Bill, the vampire looking at her then Sookie before talking.

"I killed a vampire tonight, it is against our laws and Eric has said he will hand me over to the magistrate unless i give him Y/n in exchange for his silence. I refused so he has given me the day to think about what is more important." Y/n's jaw dropped as she looked back at Sookie, her sister wearing the same expression as they both looked at Bill, Y/n dropping back in her seat and crossing her arms with a pout.

"Like hell am i being given to that viking prick, who does he think he is? Demanding you give me over huh!" Y/n seethed in her seat, recalling how Eric had technically drunk her blood and healed her cut but all she wanted was to wring his neck. Bill began explaining how serious it was but that he would never do that to Sookie as he loved her, Sookie smiled as she took Bill's hand and thanked him. Y/n looked out the window with a sigh as she watched Fangtasia get further away. 

Y/n stood behind the bar at Merlottes, popping open a beer as she smiled and handed it to the customer, a crisp $5 placed in her hand with a wink, Y/n smiling back before rolling her eyes at the $2 tip this guy thought was flirting. The doors opened as Y/n moved round the bar and greeted the customers, her hand pushing the money inside to deal with later as she raised her head and stared in confusion at Bill, Pam and Eric walking through the door.

"Oh hi." Y/n didn't quite know what to do, looking around as Sookie came towards Bill, Eric and Pam laughing at the dingy bar whilst Y/n stared at them confused. Bill spoke in a hushed voice to Sookie before walking to the back office as Sookie grabbed drinks and served the customers she had been with before they entered.

"Do you guys want a table?" Eric's eyes snapped to Y/n as he grinned and moved closer until her chest touched his, his body looming over her as Pam began handing out Fangtasia vouchers.

"We're only here so Bill can tell Sookie he'll be gone for a while, but i thought i'd come to see you." Y/n raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked around seeing Rene, Hoyt and some of Jason's other coworkers staring at her as she stepped back and looked at Eric. 

"You should come to Fangtasia and see me again Miss Stackhouse." Y/n gave him an odd look before moving around him and taking orders, Bill now exiting the office as Sam followed behind and watched him speak to Sookie before Eric hurried him along.

"We know when someone has wronged one of our kind, we can smell it. Be warned." Eric looked around the bar before winking at Y/n and leaving with Pam and Bill in tow leaving the majority of customers confused whilst others shared panicked looks. Y/n smiled at the sweet lady she was serving, the older lady handing her a rolled up bill before leaving. Y/n opened the tip but rolled her eyes, the sun church or whatever the God botherers were calling it now on a false dollar bill, that lady must think she's dancing with the devil or something. Y/n turned to see Sookie being hugged by Tara before she asked Amy to cover her shift and removed her apron, Y/n walking towards her as Sookie gave her sister a hug.

"I need some time alone, i'm going to stay at Bill's to be safe." Y/n nodded and checked her phone, an unknown number having sent her a message.

"If you need company call me." Y/n scowled and deleted the number, someone must have sent her number to a scam site as she placed it back in her pocket and stretched her arms feeling her back crack. 

"Alright, i'm gonna pour some more beers lets get back to it." Y/n grabbed a large jug of beer and walked towards Rene and Hoyt, smiling as Rene pulled her into a hug, allowing her to pour beers as he spoke to her.

"You alright little darlin' you not caught up in all that are ya?" Y/n shook her head, her ponytail moving side to side giving Rene a good view of her clear neck as he gave her a kiss on the head.

"Good, good, can't have our best mates lil' sis in trouble." Y/n laughed as he let her go, Hoyt handing her a $10 bill and telling her to get herself a drink even though she got them on the house she thanked him. She was glad Jason had such good friends even if he was a dick sometimes, especially at the moment but even Amy seemed good for him. 

Y/n walked around Rene and Arlene's engagement party, a smile on her face as she watched Jason and his friends hug and drink beers whilst Amy chatted away to Sookie and Arlene. Her phone made a noise as she opened it up, another text from the unknown number.

"Miss me yet?" Y/n scowled and deleted it, this time blocking the number as she shoved her phone into her bag on a nearby chair and walked away, smiling at Hoyt came up to her.

"Hi Y/n, do ya, do ya want a drink or anything?" Jason's best friend blushing as he asked, Y/n grinning.

"You're such a gentleman, I'd love a cocktail thank you." Hoyt nodded and put out his arm, Y/n taking it as she walked beside him to the drinks table, smiling as his hands slightly shook whilst pouring the drink. Y/n took it from him and placed a small kiss on his cheek, his face going red as he laughed it off and rubbed the back of his neck trying not to be obvious but failing. The moment cut short as a scream ripped through the building of Merlottes, Sookie running out and into Sam's arms as she cried out.

"He's here!" Sam's eyes widened as he passed Sookie to Tara who had sobered up enough to hold her as Sam, Andy, Jason and a few others rushed inside and began searching, Hoyt ran over with Y/n towards Sookie. 

"Alright this is fuckin it, lets go buy some guns and be ready for this asshole." Y/n stormed through the house, Sam and Sookie behind her as she grabbed the shotgun and found the rounds nearby, loading it up and hiding it behind the sofa before grabbing her tip jar and emptying all the money out. 

"Y/n we can't shoot someone we can't see! You need to listen to me, i saw everything in his mind, i need to think." Y/n ignored Sookie as she walked off, Sam looking between them before following Sookie to help her figure it out. Y/n shoved the cash into her bag finding her phone ringing, scowling she answered it without thinking.

"What!" Y/n heard silence before a deep laugh, a laugh she remembered too easily as Eric laughed out her name.

"Well Hello to you too." Y/n rolled her eyes and began walking out the house, slamming the door behind her and getting in the car as Eric spoke.

"I just wanted to check in on you as i felt how angry you were, aswell as some fear." Y/n put him on speaker as she drove towards the nearest place she could find with guns.

"How in the hell did you feel that?" Y/n turned the corner, as she tried to think of how that would even work before she slammed on her breaks as a man stood in the road. Screaming she tried to lock the doors as the man approached and opened the door, Y/n trying to exit before the man spoke.

"I tasted your blood so i know exactly what you feel and where you are." Y/n stopped screaming and looked at him in shock as he reached over and took the keys out the ignition, walking round and opening the driver door with a pointed look.

"I'll drive." Y/n nodded, fear coursing through her veins as she sat in the passenger seat whilst Eric began driving.

"I...i'm going to a local gun shop but they don't allow vamps." Y/n's voice was quiet as she picked at her nails, unsure how Eric would react to discrimination of his kind.

"And why do you need a gun?" Eric looked at Y/n as she scoffed and turned in her chair to face him.

"A woman can't just want to protect herself?" Eric grinned as he continued the drive towards the gun shop, turning left into the carpark.

"You can do whatever you want but i just want to know why." Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the car door, Eric moving quickly to pull it fully open and extend his hand which she took with a huff as he pulled her out and against him.

"There's a murderer in Bon Temp, he killed my Gran and tried to kill Sookie. I'm going to shoot him in his goddamn head." Eric grinned widely as Y/n walked past him and into the shop, his tall body leaning against the car as he watched her place down all her money and ask for whatever guns would be easy to hide and easy to use. He laughed as she came out, a pistol in her bag and another in a box with two boxes of ammo under her arms, smiling at Eric as he opened the door and took the gun and bullets from her to place them safely down.

"That was surprisingly easy." Y/n said as she climbed in, Eric beside her as he put the car in reverse, watching her closely as she pulled out the gun and stared at it.

"Have you ever shot one before?" Y/n shook her head, her Gran had always said it was the last form of protection never the first but now she wished she had been taught a few tricks.

"I'll teach you." Y/n grinned as Eric continued driving.

Eric parked outside the Stackhouse residence, Y/n getting out as Eric quickly surveyed the area before letting Y/n know it was safe, Y/n shrugged as she grabbed her new guns and ammo.

"Sook!" Y/n shouted as she entered finding Sookie and Sam sat on the sofa, Y/n almost positive she had interrupted something as Sookie jumped away from Sam. Eric stood by the doorway, Y/n giving him a weird look before telling Sookie to come look at the guns, Sookie following her sister as Sam glared at Eric.

"This is for you, i want you to keep it in your bag Sook, you gotta promise okay? If that fucker tries again you blow his brains out." Y/n was dead serious as she handed the gun to Sookie and pulled her outside, Sookie glaring at Eric as she leant against the wooden pillars with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" Sookie snarked, Y/n brushing her sister's attitude off as she continued to pull her sister out the safety of the house.

"He's teaching us how to shoot." Sookie raised her eyebrows and looked at Sam who appeared slightly offended a vampire was the first choice over him but Eric was quick to speak.

"I've set up some targets." Y/n listened intently as Eric showed them how to hold the gun, Sam helping Sookie after she shrugged off Eric's help, Y/n instead insisting on knowing exactly how to take apart and put together every aspect for safety. Eric smirked as he stood behind Y/n, her sweet scent filling his nose as he placed a cool hand on her arm, making her aim better before he whispered for her to breathe in, and to shoot. Y/n squealed at the loud noise watching the bullet fly past the tin can as she huffed and watched Sookie try, both of them having similar aim as Y/n cocked the gun and aimed once more.

"Think about someone you want to hurt, pretend the can is them, now breathe in and shoot." Y/n listened closely, closing her eyes and reopening them as she pulled the trigger, the recoil hurting her arm slightly as the watched the bullet hit the tin can. Y/n jumped as she cheered, Eric quickly pushing the gun away from the humans as Y/n awkwardly smiled and put the safety on.

"Good, but you know the best way to be protected?" Y/n looked at Eric intrigued as he bent down, his mouth hovering over her ear as he heard Sookie let out another shot.

"You and I share blood and you invite me in. I'll throw in hot primal sex to sweeten the deal." Y/n sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating as she felt her mouth go dry before she smacked his chest.

"You are in sufferable." Y/n turned back to the target, unclipping the safety and concentrating as she shot another tin can, a smug look on her face as she looked at Eric.

"I just shot you in the face." Eric smirking down at her before he turned his head quickly, grabbing Y/n as he rushed her to the doorway, pushing her inside before doing the same to Sookie, Sam rushing inside as Eric demanded they lock the door. Rushing around the property he stopped as he saw Bill, his face full of anger as he stared at where Sookie and Sam had been standing, his eyes darting to Eric's as the blonde glared at him.

"You are not needed." Bill's voice was deep as he stepped closer to Eric, aware that he was threatening his Sheriff but his jealousy was pushing him closer to the edge whilst Eric grinned menacingly at Bill. 

"Is someone jealous?" Bill glared at Eric before rushing away, Eric looking around once more before returning, knocking on the door before Y/n answered it. Gun in hand and facing Eric's face before she sighed and swung the door fully open, Eric looked at her as she put the safety on and placed the gun on a nearby table before crossing her arms and leaning against the threshold that stopped him from entering.

"All good?" Eric nodded as he leant as close to Y/n as he could, his body overbearing as he took up the whole door frame with a seductive smile. 

"Changed your mind?" Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, grasping the door frame and speaking once more before slamming it in his face.

"Men." Eric grinned to himself before flying towards Y/n's bedroom, watching from afar as she flopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. 

"I just want one normal day." Y/n mumbled to herself before closing her curtains and walking towards the shower. 

Y/n slammed her car door as she walked towards Merlotte's, she was beyond pissed at her brother for taking the fall for the murders, even angrier at Sookie for demanding both of them go to work as normal instead of trying to get Jason out. Entering the bar she put on a fake smile and grabbed her apron, serving a few people before Sam pulled her to the side, his eyes on Sookie as they both looked at her, it was obvious she was struggling. Y/n sighed and walked towards her sister, pulling her out the door and towards the car, Sookie not saying anything as Y/n put her in the passenger seat and tried to start the car. Y/n almost let out a scream as the car wouldn't start, her hand slamming against the steering wheel as she popped the hood and got out, ready to check it out when Rene came out of nowhere.

"You girls alright?" Y/n shook her head as she looked back at Sookie, explaining everything to Rene and saying she just wanted to get her sister home and to bed. Rene gave a small smile and offered to look, Y/n tried to help but Rene encouraged her to try the engine again. 

"I'm sorry Y/n but this is gonna need some professional work, i can take you guys home though?" Y/n sighed as she debated going back inside and taking Sam's keys to the trailer but she wanted her own bed, taking Rene up on his offer Y/n took Sookie's hand and the pair got into his truck. 

The three pulled up at the Stackhouse residence, the sun beating down on them as Y/n unlocked the door, offering Rene a beer as she noticed Sookie staring at him oddly. Rene accepted quickly and followed Y/n, his eyes darting around as he spotted the shotgun behind the sofa, excusing himself to the toilet as Sookie took the opportunity to whisper to Y/n.

"Y/n, i don't trust him. His thoughts don't have an accent." Y/n went to question her further when Rene came back, a gentle smile on his face as Y/n handed him the beer and thanked him for bringing them home. 

"Sook, why don't you head up to bed." Sookie listened to Y/n's thoughts, images of the gun on the nightstand flashing in her mind as Y/n asked Rene if he wanted anything to eat. Sookie disappeared upstairs as Y/n moved towards her bag, her hand reaching inside as Rene seemed to change, his accent dropping as he spoke.

"You just couldn't have stayed out of it could ya? Couldn't have been a good girl, had to go around fuckin them vamps." Y/n spun, gun raised as Rene attacked her, his hand gripping her wrist as she cried out, shots hitting the wall as he pushed her hand away from him. Rene getting the upper hand as he slapped her across the face, the power behind his hand twisting her body as the gun fell from her grip and her body slammed into the wall. His hand knotted in her hair as he yanked her back, one hand wrestling with his belt as he tried to get it around her neck, her nails digging deep into his arms as she screamed out. His hand came to grasp her shoulder as he pulled her into him, belt barely in his grasp as he tried to wrap it around her neck.

"Get off her!" Sookie screamed, letting out three shots, shattering the glasses near Rene as he dropped Y/n and ducked, Sookie heaving as she went to reload her gun, not having done so from the shooting practice as Rene ran at her. Y/n scraped her nails against the ground as she held her head feeling scratch marks deep enough to bleed as she turned her head to see Rene yanking Sookie to the ground. Y/n searched for the gun before she heard the door open, Sookie running out as Rene chased after her, Y/n grabbed the gun and stumbled up rushing to follow her sister. 

"Get back here you fucking whore." Rene shouted as he chased Sookie, his foot tripping up as he fell down and cursed, turning to see Y/n running towards him. 

"Fuck." Rene shouted as he hid behind a tree, watching as Y/n ran past trying to find her sister, allowing him to slowly approach. Sookie turned suddenly seeing Y/n, the pair running into each other as Y/n checked her over, Sookie holding Y/n's face before she screamed and pushed Y/n out the way. Rene slammed the wooden handle of the shovel into Sookie's side, knocking her onto her side as she wheezed out, Y/n crawling backwards as Rene kicked Sookie once more and approached Y/n with a murderous smile.

"Now be a good girl and die!" Y/n fumbled her hand until she felt the gun, pointing it at Rene and shooting him in the leg, screaming out in pain as he dropped the shovel and fell to his knees. Y/n stood up, her eyes dark as swung her leg back and kicked him harshly in the face, watching as blood spurt out his mouth.

"You killed my Gran!" Y/n screamed as she continued kicking him, Sookie rushing over and pulling Y/n back as Rene wheezed out, blood covering him face and hands as he rolled into a ball.

"Y/n! Stop!" Y/n heaved as she looked between Rene and Sookie, giving her a tight hug, the pair checking each other over before a hand grasped her leg and Y/n let out another shot this time into Rene's head as both girls jumped back. Rene stopped moving as blood seeped into the grass and Y/n looked at Sookie with wide eyes, the pair both flooding with relief as tears fell down their faces.  

Y/n laid on the sofa, an ice pack on her head as Sookie sat against on the floor with another on her side, the pair barely moving as Jason rushed in. His eyes pooling with tears as he apologised for how he had been acting, giving them both half hugs as he looked them over, guilt eating him up at not being there when it had happened. Y/n and Sookie reassured him it was okay, the three sharing a beer each before Jason was shooed away before sundown.

"I'm going to get in bed." Sookie nodded to Y/n as she watched her walk up the stairs, Sookie had already decided she was going to force Bill to see her but as soon as the sun faded he was there, the pair embracing as Bill questioned Sookie on everything.

Y/n laid in her bed, everything ached and she wished she could shut her brain off but instead she kept seeing Rene's face as she shot him, shaking her head she shakily stood, stripping slowly as she tried to stop her body hurting. As she buttoned up her pyjama top, a thin cotton gingham printed cami and short set covered her as she ran a brush through her hair trying to get all the dirt and blood out of it, she wasn't allowed to wash for 24 hours until the cuts had scabbed. She jumped as something hit her window, her hands shaking as she threw open the curtains finding Eric hovering by her window, her eyes widening as she opened the window and stared at him in confusion.

"I should have been sooner. Are you okay?" Y/n gulped and nodded as Eric got as close as he could.

"Invite me in." Y/n looked back at her bedroom door before chewing on her lip and nodding.

"Please come in Eric." Before she could process it she was sat on the bed, Eric crouched between her legs as he looked her over, taking in the scratches covering her lower legs. His eyes moving up to the bruising covering her thighs and arms and finally resting on where she had a hand mark on her shoulder, he could smell the blood in her hair as she stared at him. 

"Drink." Before Y/n could say anything he had bit his wrist and pressed it against the mouth, Y/n squealed slightly before Eric grasped the back of her head, tilting it back as he watched his blood drip into her mouth. Y/n closed her eyes as she almost moaned at the feeling of his blood entering her system, it was euphoric although horrifying that she was being forced to drink his blood and yet as he pulled his wrist back she chased the wound before he swiped his thumb over her lip and watched as each cut and scrape healed. Y/n stared at her legs before running her hand through her head feeling the scratches heal leaving behind unmarked skin as she stood quickly, Eric standing in front of her as she looked at her body.

"What?" Y/n whispered before Eric grasped her chin, looking over her face before smirking and slightly pushing her back so she fell onto the bed allowing him to rest over her.

"Can't have what's mine walking around like that." Y/n scowled before she went to push Eric off but he was by the window, winking at Y/n as he climbed out and left, Y/n cursing him.

"I'm not yours!" Y/n huffed as she curled up in bed, her mind exhausted from the day as she passed out. 

Y/n tossed and turned in bed, the duvet scrunched up around her middle as she turned onto her back, her hands fisting her hair before she felt cool hands on her ankles. Sitting up she stared at Eric, a smirk on his face as his hands pushed further along her legs, his broad hands pushing against the muscles as he grasped her thighs and pulled her towards him. He spoke in a language Y/n couldn't understand but the way he looked down at her made her weak in the knees, his hand gripped the duvet and threw it across the room. His eyes dropping to her pyjamas as his hand slowly unbuttoned her top, Y/n whining as she closed her eyes, she could feel his body pressing against her as cool fingers unleashed her chest. His lips connecting to her sternum as he pushed open the top, listening to her whines as he dragged his open legs against her chest and grasped a nipple in his mouth. Y/n gasped loudly as her eyes opened to watch him, his other hand grasping at her thigh as he ground into her, her legs wrapping around his middle as she panted out his name and grasped his hair. Eric looked up at Y/n as he ran his tongue over her nipple and crawled down her body, his hands ripping her shorts in half as she whimpered. 

"Beautiful." Eric's voice was deep as he spoke, more words coming out in the same language as before as his eyes dropped to between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs and pulling them apart. His eyes moving back to Y/n's as his fangs popped down, Y/n clutching his hair tighter as she watched him descend on her artery. Pornographic moans escaping her as she felt his fangs break the skin, deep heat spreading through her veins and to her clit as he sucked her blood, her head falling back as she moaned his name. 

Y/n suddenly jolted in bed, her hands coming to grab her face before she looked at the bed, the duvet half covered her sweaty body as she tried to piece together what had happened. Y/n grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before throwing it across the room and heading downstairs for a glass of water. 

Y/n's eyes ached as she entered Fangtasia, the club empty apart from Eric, Bill, Pam and Sookie. 

"I don't owe you anything." Sookie scowled as she fought with Eric, her eyes darting to Y/n as she yawned and rubbed her eyes, she had been woken up by Sookie and Bill to be here. 

"You look exhausted, bad dreams?" Eric teased, his fang filled smile making Y/n's mind recall her previous night's dream as she glared at him. 

"You are a problem." Y/n pointed at Eric before Sookie moved to pull her sister out.

"I'm not doing it." Y/n spun around as Sookie began walking towards the exit only to feel her other arm be held as she looked at Eric pulling her back.

"It wasn't a request, a very powerful vampire has gone missing and I believe it is the fellowship of the sun, they despise vampires and if they did indeed take him then they could take out all of us." Y/n looked back at Sookie as she glared at Eric before Bill spoke.

"If she does this, you pay her, you can't keep using her because she's associated with me." Eric rolled his eyes as Sookie let go of Y/n and crossed her arms, his hand still on Y/n's arm as she looked at him confused.

"What do you want?" Sookie grinned as she demanded $10,000 enough that she could do some well deserved renovation on their house and have a good rainy day fund. 

"I want $5000 for having to deal with you." Y/n quipped as Eric grinned and pulled her closer, pushing her hair off her shoulder to look at her neck.

"Do i get a bite for that price?" Y/n rolled her eyes and put her hair back over her neck before Eric looked up and agreed to Sookie's demands.

"$15,000 but I don't want any complaints." Sookie looked at Bill who nodded, Y/n raised an eyebrow and stepped out of Eric's hold to turn to Sookie.

"When do we leave?" 

Y/n sighed as the driver loaded her suitcase into the limo, because of course Eric would send a limo instead of a normal taxi, throwing her backpack inside as she climbed in. Inside Eric, Pam and Bill sat, Sookie climbing in the other side as the doors closed.

"Really? A limo? You have too much money and not enough hobbies." Eric grinned as he sipped on a glass of blood, Bill nursing true blood whilst Pam applied her lipstick. Sookie cuddled into Bill's arm whilst Y/n grabbed the champagne and grinned as she opened the window and popped the cork, watching it disappear into the woods before pouring herself a glass.

"I thought you didn't like the limo." Eric teased as he leant back in his seat, leg crossed over his thigh as he looked at Y/n. 

"If i'm being put in this position then I am going to abuse it." Y/n drank slowly with a smirk before looking at Sookie as she asked what the plan was.

Y/n walked off the aeroplane, a limo waiting for them as Sookie looked at the time, only 15 minutes until sundown as Y/n approached the driver holding their last name on a big piece of card.

"Good evening Miss Stackhouse, let me take your bag." Y/n smiled at the driver as he grabbed her backpack, all the suitcases already loaded whilst the workers unloaded Bill, Pam and Eric. 

“We should wait until Bill is awake.” Sookie spoke as she watched the driver begin to panic, his thoughts becoming louder as she stared at him, his hand reaching out and gripping Y/n as he tried to drag her towards the limo. Sookie shouted out for help as she grabbed her sister's arms and tried to stop the driver as he cursed out and looked at the sky.

“Get in the damn car you whores.” Y/n yanked her arm back and pushed him away as she and Sookie put distance between themselves and the man as the sun went down. The man panicked trying to get into the limo before he was grabbed, the sound of wood hitting the ground alerting Y/n and Sookie to the sun going down, the man was grabbed harshly by Bill as Eric put himself between Y/n and the limo with fangs out. Bill threw the man against the limo as Eric looked at Y/n, he knew his blood was wearing off in her body and if he wanted to protect her then she would need more. 

“Good timing.” Y/n chirped as she walked towards the driver, his body pressed harshly against the limo as Sookie read his thoughts and Bill glamoured him, the pair working well together whilst Pam walked over.

“Did i miss all the fun?” Eric grinned as his protege as Bill dropped the man leaving Eric and Pam to drain him whilst Bill escorted the Stackhouse sisters into the limo and got in the drivers seat. 

Y/n stood in front of the large hotel room, her jaw dropped as she flung her backpack on the bed and jumped onto the plush mattress, rolling over with a laugh before closing her eyes and sighing. The hotel room was the size of their living room, let alone the fact there was an ensuite and a large sofa with a tv aswell. Y/n wiggled on the bed before getting up and rushing to see the bathroom, giggling like a child as she saw the massive tub, she loved to relax in a bath and hoped she could get some salts and oils to enjoy with it. 

“I see you like our room.” Eric grinned as he leant against the bathroom door, Y/n jumping out her skin as she turned and looked at Eric, her face turning into a scowl.

“What do you mean our?” Eric’s grin turned into a full smirk as he brandished his own key, Y/n crossing her arms with a huff as she pushed past him and grabbed her backpack.

“Fine then, you enjoy this room and i’ll stay with Sook.” Eric appeared before her, his smirk still playing on his face as he shook it.

“I wouldn’t disturb them, Bill could barely wait until they reached the room.” Y/n cringed as she got the mental image of her sister and Bill out her head and turned towards the bed pouting.

“You can sleep on the sofa then, since you’re a vamp you’ll be fine.” Eric used his super speed to press Y/n against the bed, his knee between her legs as she felt dizzy from the sudden movement and her eyes took a second to focus on Eric before she slapped his chest and scowled once more.

“I promise to be a gentleman, but we need to share blood. For your safety of course.” Eric’s face went from serious to predatory as he moved his head to inhale her scent, Y/n hearing his fangs pop as she placed her hands on his shoulders pushing him back although she knew he had allowed it since she couldn’t move him if she was a body builder.

“Hold on Bucko! I’m perfectly safe without being a human pin cushion or drinking from you thank you very much.” Eric ran his hand along her arm and grasped her hand, kissing her knuckles before placing it beside her head, her other one still pressing against his shoulder as he lowered himself gently to not hurt her.

“My blood is wearing off and without it i can’t know where you are or if you are in danger, your blood is to keep the connection strong.” Y/n raised an eyebrow as she thought it over, she knew what they were doing could be dangerous but she also didn’t want to be tied to Eric in such an intimate way, especially after her numerous dreams about him. Eric used his speed to sit with his back against the headboard, Y/n straddling him as he bit his wrist and placed it near her mouth.

“Drink.” Y/n stared at it for a moment before nodding and placing one hand on his wrist to press it against her mouth, his mouth opening as he watched her before grasping her free wrist and kissing the vein. Eric watched her intensely as he sunk his fangs in, her eyes closing as she waited for the pain but it never came. Instead she felt warmth spread through her arm, opening her eyes. She and Eric maintained eye contact as they both drank. Y/n pulling away before Eric as he relished in her sweet, divine taste, it was addictive and he wished to have more and more but he pulled away. His fangs stayed down as he pierced his finger and dotted the blood over the fang marks, his fangs clicking in as her skin magically healed over leaving no visible trace he had touched her.

“Why does drinking the blood not heal that? Why do you have to put it over it?” Y/n held her wrist as she ran a thumb over where he had bit, the skin alight as she felt her core warm and stomach seem to fizzle. 

“It would heal it eventually but it’s like a stake of claim on a human, that you have been bitten by a vampire and although our blood heals you at an exceptional rate it works barely on the bite mark only stopping the blood before it slowly closes.” Y/n nodded as she looked down and blushed as she realised she was still on Eric’s lap, his hands rushing to grip her hips as she tried to move off, a small smile on his face as he pulled her down to lay against his chest.

“Just relax for a while.” Y/n froze as she felt the heat in her core become scorching, her stomach now full of butterflies and every touch of Eric’s skin felt like electricity rushed through her skin and made the hairs stand. She could feel her heart beating quicker as she concentrated on her breathing, very aware of Eric’s powers and that it would be impossible for him to not hear her heartbeat or how the blood rushed through her body at an accelerated rate than usual. 

“Shouldn’t we go to the nest you said about, to meet with the other vampires.” Y/n’s voice was soft as she laid against his cool chest, trying to listen for a heartbeat or breathing she knew would never happen. Eric made a noise before shifting Y/n from him, watching as she rolled off the bed and stood before brushing her clothes and put her hands on her hips.

“So…tell me the plan.” Y/n grinned.

“He is my maker.” Y/n’s eyes widened as Eric explained why the vampire in question was so important, Sookie looking sadly at Eric as Pam glared at Bill for pushing Eric to tell. 

“He is a very powerful vampire and i believe someone in his court has betrayed him, i will find out who.” Eric’s words were filled with venom as he walked past the group and left, Pam following suit as Bill took Sookie’s hand and Y/n followed behind. 

As they entered Godric’s domain, Y/n looked around, she was certain over a hundred people were in the room alone as Eric spoke to another vampire, Pam standing beside Y/n as per Eric’s instructions although Y/n was unaware. 

“You dare to suggest one of us would betray him!” The vampire shouted, the pair getting into a heated argument before Eric’s fangs dropped and the vampire hissed at him. Y/n couldn’t help but realise how alike cats Vampire’s truly were, hissing and scrapping but loving when you fed them. 

“Okay boys lets reel this in or we won’t get anywhere.” Pam drawled, her arms crossed as she rolled her eyes at the buffoonery, the pair listening to her and stepping back but glaring deeply at the other.

“You expect us to put our faith in two humans?” Y/n tried not to be offended as Stan spoke, another lady speaking up as she said her lover would go with them, the man smiling and shaking the Stackhouse’s hands as he introduced himself.

“Hi, I'm Hugo.” Y/n gave him a small smile but Sookie began talking whilst Y/n just crossed her arms and watched Eric growl at Stan again.

Y/n stared in the mirror as she wore one of Sookie’s sundresses, pale blue with light pink flowers, the halterneck pushing her chest up with a silver necklace and pearl charm resting between her breasts. Placing on some light pink heels which were also her sisters, she had to remind herself to call Sookie by the fake name, she was still her sister but Sookie and Hugo were married and wanted to join the church. 

“You look ravishing.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Eric, her hands working through the bouncy curls she had just taken out the rollers, her entire outfit screaming innocent christian kid.

“I look like Sookie.” Eric smirked as he stepped forward, opening his hand to reveal a beautiful ring, silver and thin with intricate detailing around the side, leaf-like shapes wrapping around a crystal as Y/n stared at in awe.

“You are not Sookie and Sookie is not you. You are a beautiful, angelic being with or without the costume. I much prefer you as you normally are but it is fun to see the other sides.” Y/n stared at Eric unsure what to say before he took her hand, gently placing the ring on her right ring finger, reminding himself she was meant to be an innocent girl and not a married woman.

“Thank you.” Y/n was able to mumble out as Eric held her hand, his other hand coming to push the curls out her face as she gulped slightly, the tension thick before the door opened and Sookie walked in.

“You ready?” Eric was across the room in an instance, glaring at Sookie as he walked out and left Y/n with a dry mouth and her eyes lingering on the ring.

“It is so nice to have you all here, you make a lovely couple and Mia you would be a perfect addition to our family along side your Sister and Brother in-law.” Sarah held Y/n’s hand as she spoke, the bubbly blonde seeming overly excited for new members whilst Steve gave a fake smile and looked towards Gabe. 

“Thank you so much Ma’am, i am hoping to make so many friends and maybe even meet a nice God loving man to live here with just like my Sister has.” Sarah grinned widely as she pulled Y/n into a hug, gushing about how much fun it will be to introduce her to all the men and women of the church and that she might have a couple of people in mind. 

“Well this has been lovely folks but Gabe here needs to take you for the rest of the tour, we like to show folks the underbelly before signing everything in.” Steve gave another fake smile whilst Sookie’s faltered, her eyes darting between Steve and Gabe whilst Sarah held Y/n’s hand and looked confused.

“Steve, Honey, i can take them to the office and do all the legal stuff now they don’t need to go down there.” Steve let out a fake laugh and shook his head, pulling Sarah away from Y/n as Sookie finally heard what she needed, her eyes darting to Y/n before Gabe knocked out Hugo and grabbed Sookie. Steve moving to grab Y/n as she screamed and punching him in the chest, his body half bending as he wheezed, Y/n running at Gabe and throwing herself on his back as he tried to drag Sookie towards the basement doors.

“Get off her!” Gabe threw his body about wildly until Y/n was knocked off, her back hitting the ground hard as she felt the wind be knocked out of her, Steve now cursing as he called his soldiers in. Two men who Sarah was sure she hadn’t seen before entered as she had tears flowing down her face, one man slamming Y/n’s head against the ground hard enough to make her dizzy before dragging her down the stairs behind Gabe, another following suit with Hugo. 

“God damn vampire lovers.” Steve cursed as he wiped his mouth, his eyes glaring at the basement doors before smiling at his wife and walking away.

Y/n had a nasty headache when she opened her eyes, Sookie was still out whilst Hugo was sat with tears flowing as Y/n watched Gabe grin at them.

“Two out of three awake isn’t too bad. Now lets get to my questions.” 

Y/n slammed her hands against the metal gating as Gabe interrogated Hugo, Hugo giving up their real names and that Sookie could read minds

“Shut the hell up Hugo!” Y/n shouted as Gabe grinned and looked at Y/n, her hands gripping the metal as she glared at him.

“So Y/n Stackhouse, Sookie Stackhouse…i wonder what your brother thinks about you being fangbangers.” Sookie scowled as she demanded to know how they knew about Jason but Gabe was gone. Y/n glared at Hugo as he held his head in his hands, his body covered in sweat as he took deep practised breaths. 

Sookie kept staring at Hugo until she gasped and stood, her face falling as she spoke.

“You! You told them about us!” Y/n looked confused towards Sookie before Hugo began having word vomit, explaining how he believed vampires only used humans until they were nothing left and that he couldn’t feel this way any longer. Y/n walked towards him and slapped him harshly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him so they were face to face.

“You got us dragged down to a basement, beat up and probably killed because you didn’t have the balls to break up with your girlfriend.” Y/n spat, shoving Hugo back down as she began kicking and hitting the gate trying to force it open. 

They were down there for what felt like hours before the door opened, Hugo standing up as Gabe walked in.

“Gabe! You gotta get me out of here, she knows it was me and I need protection…what happened to your face?” Gabe slammed the door open, grabbing it and locking it behind him before his fist met Hugo’s face.

“Protection huh, you want to protect you, dirty fangbanger!” Y/n’s eyes went wide as Gabe kicked Hugo hard, Sookie running and grabbed Gabe, pulling his arm back as Y/n jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You fucking whores.” Gabe growled out, swinging his arm and throwing Sookie against the units, his hands gripping Y/n’s arms and with a bruising grip he bent over and flipped her onto the back, her head bouncing against the ground as she cried out in pain. Her eyes barely focusing as she watched Sookie smash a box over his head, Gabe angrily grabbed her round the neck and pressed her into the unit as Y/n tried to get up but her body wouldn’t move.

“You and your moron family are done making a fool out of me.” Sookie gasped for air as Gabe squeezed her neck, Y/n’s eyes barely staying open as she called out to her sister.

“Get your filthy hands off me.” Sookie pushed her palm against Gabe’s face trying to get him off as he seethed with rage, Y/n forcing her body up before Gabe threw Sookie down, turning and kicking Y/n harshly in the stomach making her roll onto her back and wheeze out in pain.

“What’s wrong huh! Your own kind not good enough for ya.” Gabe slammed Sookie against the ground, grabbing at her dress as she screamed and tried to get away, his hands ripping open her dress as he spoke.

“Yeah show me how you take that big vampire cock.” Sookie cried out as Gabe grabbed her legs, Y/n trying her hardest to roll onto her side as she spat out blood and her whole body wanted to collapse, she wished for the sun to go down and to watch this man be drained dry by Bill and Eric.

“Scream for me baby.” Gabe forced Sookie onto her front as he straddled her, his hand bruising her skin at his harsh grip. Suddenly she felt the weight be taken off her as she cried and turned over, forcing herself against the wall as she looked at the man holding Gabe. Y/n managed to crawl towards Sookie, the sisters holding each other as Y/n covered Sookie’s lower half and the pair stared at the man whilst Gabe choked and tried to get free.

“Godric?” 

“Please please don’t kill me.” Gabe pleaded as Godric looked between Sookie, Y/n and Hugo, sighing as he snapped Gabe’s neck, Sookie crying as she watched his body hit the floor. Y/n was lucky she had Eric’s blood in her system as she felt her wounds slowly heal, not as quick as before but enough that her body was now only filled with a dull ache instead of a mind blinding one. 

Godric helped Y/n stand, Sookie holding her dress closed as Y/n coughed harshly.

“Fuckin asshole.” Y/n spat at Gabe’s corpse as Godric helped them out of the cell, Hugo breathing but unconscious as Sookie looked out the window seeing the sun was finally down. 

“Y/n.” Y/n felt herself be enveloped in arms as Eric grabbed her, his head in her hair as he inhaled before looking her over, her eyebrow was cut and he could smell fresh blood coming from a wound on her leg and arm but she smiled at him.

“Eric.” Godric spoke, his voice calm yet full of authority as the latter let go of Y/n and bent down on one knee, head dipped.

“You were a fool for sending humans after me.” Y/n watched in awe as Godric spoke to Eric.

“I had no other choice, these savages seek to destroy you.” Eric looked up at Godric as he spoke, his voice full of concern and love as Godric continued to look down at him with no emotion. 

“I know what they have planned. This one betrayed you.” Godric motioned towards Hugo where he laid passed out, Sookie hugging herself.

“They say a trap for us, without Godric…” Sookie couldn’t finish the sentence as her eyes dropped to Gabe’s body, shivering as she tried to not think about how close he got to raping her if not for Godric.

“How long has it been since you fed?” Eric watched Godric as he looked back at him.

“I require very little blood anymore.” 

An alarm began blaring as Godric looked disappointed towards the exit of the basement.

“Take the humans and go.”

“I will not leave you.”

“Take them and go, do not spill any blood on your way out. I will be fine.” Eric nodded standing as he held Y/n’s hand and Sookie followed behind, nodding her head to Godric as Eric guided them out. Y/n looking back at the old vampire as she tried to decipher what he had planned but she didn’t think it would be a happy ending. 

Y/n watched and cringed as Eric spoke in an american and meek voice, his body language that of a meek human whilst he looked like a viking, watching as the men tried to attack him. Sookie held Y/n close as Eric knocked the humans unconscious, Eric signalling them out before a horde of believers entered, Eric’s fangs dropping as he placed Y/n and Sookie behind him. Y/n watched in horror as Eric gave himself up in exchange for his maker and the Stackhouse’s safety, Steve grinning as he bound him in silver, his hand on his shoulder as he demanded the men grab the women.

“It is honourable however, I think we need to show these fangbangers how easily their coveted vampires die.” Eric grunted as the men forced him to watch, Y/n spitting at Steve as he glared at her.

“Pig.” Y/n was shoved along behind Eric as Sookie tried to hold her dress closed and walk, all three entering the altar as the Stackhouse’s were forced to watch Eric lay down and more chains be added, each one making him hiss in pain. The doors slammed open as Bill and Jason entered, a gun in Jason’s hand as Bill hissed and called out to Sookie. Steve grabbed Sookie as the man holding Y/n adjusted his grip to wrap an arm around her neck, her hands coming to dig her nails into his arms but he only tightened them. Jason shot his weapon, hitting the gun out of Steve’s hand before he shot him in the head, Steve being knocked back as Bill grabbed Sookie and Y/n, the men all grabbing their stakes as Jason fought against Luke. 

“Get em!” Stan shouted as he entered, other vampires following as they all began fighting, Y/n rushing over to Eric and removing the silver, grabbing his face as he hissed in pain as she pulled them.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Y/n reassured him as she threw the last silver to the side and placed a hand on his cheek, watching as all his wounds healed.

“Stop! There will be no bloodshed.” Godric spoke, his voice deep and loud as he stood in the stained glass window, an almost godly light behind him as he demanded all vampires let the humans go.

Steve cried out as his people left him alone, Godric holding him by the scruff of his collar as even Luke, a devoted member, left and closed the door leaving him alone with the vampires and Stackhouses. 

“And i slept with your wife.” Jason grinned as Y/n, Sookie, Bill and himself left Steve with Godric.

Y/n stood beside Sookie at the nest, both changed into more comfortable clothes as everyone celebrated the return of Godric although Y/n could feel he wasn’t as excited as everyone else was.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Y/n mused as Sookie looked at her sister confused.

“What?” 

“That he’s not happy to be back, he wasn’t chained or anything. Just there. I wonder why.” Y/n shrugged as she looked at her drink and swirled the cocktail around before taking a drink. 

“Sookie I presume.” Y/n looked the new person up and down, her bright red floor length gown out of place as Y/n took that as her cue to walk away since Sookie was more than protected in the room. Eric left Godric to talk to Y/n, honing in on her as she leant against a wall, smiling at Eric as he loomed over her.

“How are you feeling?” Eric was confused at the question, not used to being asked such a human thing but shrugged and looked towards Godric.

“He told me what happened, i should have been there sooner i am sorry.” Y/n’s eyes moved to Sookie and nodded before looking back at him.

“They all think vampires are the worst evil in the world but truthfully it’s those without a moral code or conscience that are the scariest and most unnatural ones. I’m just grateful to Godric.” Eric watched her carefully, feeling her every emotion as she looked back at her drink and put on a smile, raising the drink towards Eric.

“To us all.” Y/n finished the drink and pushed off the wall, Eric moving back and watching her as she walked towards the table and poured another cocktail, enjoying how the vampire bartender offered her different versions. Y/n heard a sudden noise, looking over at where Bill now held Sookie whilst Godric had the woman in red by the throat, explaining to everyone that he wanted humans and vampires to live in harmony and that vampires like Lorena had no future in the new world. Y/n was shocked as Bill was commanded to escort her out, being banished from his area for her actions. 

(I’m changing the story to Godric is only fired for giving himself up and doesn’t die because honestly i always hated that and for being such and old and wise vampire he should have been used more)

Y/n laid in her own bed, relishing in the silence throughout the house, Sookie was with Bill and Y/n was finally alone with her thoughts. She imagined that Eric and Pam were sorting out fangtasia, Sookie was probably trying to sort out Jessica and Bill’s relationship and well, she was laid in bed alone. Closing her eyes she sighed as she tried to relax her body but she felt too tense, too pent up from the last few weeks of continuous hell.

“Were you waiting for me?” Y/n let out a scream and jumped, almost falling off the bed as she stared at Eric, a smirk on his face as he watched her, arms crossed and a chuckle coming from him.

“Do you make a habit of breaking and entering?” Y/n demanded as she pulled a blanket up to cover her pyjamas as Eric half crawled on the bed towards her.

“It’s not breaking and entering if you’ve let me in, you didn’t even lock the door Y/n.” Y/n’s eyes widened as she realised she had no recollection of doing it but kept her eyes on Eric as he came closer.

“Well thanks for checking in, you can go now.” Y/n raised an eyebrow as he grinned, laying next to her as he put his hands behind his head and looked at her.

“You’re no fun, don’t i atleast get a reward for saving you?” Y/n stared at him with an incredulous look and shifted to lean on her side and stare at him.

“And what did you save me from exactly?” Y/n turned to his side and propped himself up so he was face to face with her as his fangs dropped but Y/n stayed still.

“Anyone could have come in and ravished you, instead here i am to give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.” Y/n rolled her eyes and huffed as she put her back against the headboard and side eyes Eric as he ran a hand along the blanket covering her legs.

“No one is going to come and ravish me.” Y/n pushed his hand off and got up, walking around the bed and opening her bedroom door as she cocked a hip and looked at Eric.

“You know where the front door is.” Eric laughed and made himself comfy on the bed, grinning deeply at Y/n as she deadpanned.

“I think it would be best if I stay here and look after you. It wouldn’t be safe.” Y/n rolled her eyes and closed the bedroom door, climbing in beside Eric and rolling over so her back faced him.

“Goodnight.” Eric grinned to himself before using his speed to strip down to his underwear and climb in next to Y/n, the latter huffing and turning around as he made the bed move.

“Why are you half naked?” Y/n stared at his face as he winked at her and moved a hand to run along her hip, her mind going back to the dream as she realised she was wearing the same pjs as before. Her eyes clouding slightly as she felt her heart race, Eric smirking as he noticed the flood of arousal through her body and leaned closer.

“Why aren’t you?” Y/n stared at Eric for a moment too long before she surged forward and kissed him, Eric falling onto his back as she straddled him, his hands hungrily clutching at any skin he could touch. Their lips only parted so Y/n could grab his face and make him focus on her.

“This is just sex, nothing more.” Eric’s fangs dropped at her words as she let out a moan at them.

“Tell me that again once i’ve made you cum so hard you can’t remember your own name.” Y/n felt her core burst with need as she ground on him, Eric taking control and flipping them as he grazed his teeth along her pulse point and down until he was crawling between her legs. 

“These will have to go.” Y/n wasn’t able to answer before he ripped her pjs bottoms, her naked bottom half being lapped up by his eyes as his hands reached up and ripped open her shirt, watching her breasts jiggle and nipples peak from the cool.

“You better replace them.” Y/n chided as she watched his hands come in contact with her thighs, spreading them slowly as she watched him groan at the site of her pussy. His eyes moving to look at her as he settled between her thighs and lightly kissed her inner thigh, watching her closely.

“I will buy you anything you wish.” Y/n bit her lip as he ran his fangs along the artery in her thigh, tingles spreading through her legs as goosebumps followed, each small nick of sharp tooth against soft skin setting a fire in her stomach until his lips met her clit. Y/n gasping as her head fell back, his tongue licking a long strip along her pussy as her hands found his hair and tugged making him groan against her pussy.

Eric spoke words in a language Y/n could not understand, too busy feeling how his tongue worked her closer and closer to the edge, fangs nipping against the sensitive bud as she gasped and whined at the feeling. Eric enjoyed how she reacted to each movement, his hands palming at her thighs, goosebumps following each touch and he could hear the blood rushing straight to her pussy. Y/n moaned loudly as he head hit the mattress, hands tugging hard on his hard she he swirled his tongue watching as her body began to shake, teetering on the edge as he moved his head away. His thumb taking place as he sunk his teeth into her artery, the combination making Y/n cum, eyes going blury as she felt like she blacked out, Eric moaning at the taste of her blood when he opened his eyes and jumped back from her. Y/n’s hands glowed as they now fell beside her, chest rising and falling as she came down from her high, eyes opening as the light disappeared and left her dazed and confused as she looked at Eric. 

“You glowed.” Eric managed to say as Y/n raised an eyebrow and sat up slightly, staring at him as he watched her like she was an alien.

“I glowed? What the hell does that mean.” Y/n huffed as she pulled a blanket over her, embarrassed now that she had cum and felt less out of control of her lust. Instead she wished she had kicked him out so she didn’t have to deal with this. 

“Your hands glowed when you came.” Y/n now looked shocked as she looked at her hands, she had always had an odd feeling when she was feeling intense feelings, but since she had never remembered a glow coming from her hands it seemed silly. 

“I glowed.” Y/n repeated this time more certain as Eric came closer and took her hands, thumb moving over her palm before a smirk came over him.

“I guess we’ll have to test it again then. For science.” Y/n squealed as Eric pulled the blanket back and dragged her down the bed, a protest dying in her throat and being replaced with a choked moan as he lapped at her clit again.  

Y/n tried not to look at Eric, after their ‘experiment’ the other week she had almost passed out from how many times he had made her cum and she was too exhausted to have sex afterwards. Not that Eric had minded in the slightest, he’d seen her hands glow three times throughout the night and had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Now she stood awkwardly in fangtasia as Sookie asked for help, Bill had gone missing and Sookie was distraught.

“I will look into it, but it was not me.” Sookie crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment before agreeing, turning around and going to leave as Y/n scampered behind her but was caught by Eric as he moved in front of her.

“I need to speak to you.” Y/n hid her thoughts quickly and awkwardly scratched her neck.

“I’m really busy actually.” Sookie gave her a confused look and Y/n could feel her poking around in her head but Y/n had learnt how to block her out for the most part or atleast project the correct thoughts.

“It wasn’t a question.” Pam moved to escort Sookie out, Y/n giving her a reassuring smile and projecting her thoughts, letting her know she was okay and to go to Merlotte’s. When the door closed and Pam was gone Y/n swung her arms back and forth and looked anywhere but Eric as he stared down at her. 

“You haven’t answered my calls or texts.” Y/n smiled nervously at Eric as she looked at him, her mind going back to him between her legs as she blushed and looked back down.

“It’s been a busy week.” Eric made a noise and grabbed her, speeding them into his office as he pressed her against his desk, her legs wrapped around his body as he smirked down at her.

“Then let me relieve some of the stress.” Y/n didn’t get a chance to answer before he kissed her, feeling her melt into the kiss as she felt him grind against her jeans, hands kneading her thighs. Pulling away she turned her head as she let out a moan, his lips going to her neck as he kissed down to her collarbones and back up, hand grabbing her chin to kiss her again.

“You are addictive.” Eric spoke against her lips, feeling her hands grab his shirt as she dragged it up his body. Hands running back down his chest to rip at his trousers as she moaned against his lips. Eric used his speed to rid him of his clothes, kneeling between Y/n’s legs as he slowly unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them from her legs, kissing along her bare calf and up her thigh maintaining eye contact. Y/n in a trance as she watched Eric’s fingers hook in her underwear and drag them down her body, his hands running along her legs as he stood and leant over her. Kissing her gently, only breaking to tug her shirt over her head as he worshipped her. Hands deftly removed her bra as her nails dug into his arms as he claimed her mouth, pulling small moans and whines from Y/n as his hands explored her body. Pulling away he kissed down her body, watching as she leant back on the desk, legs opening for him. Grinning he sucked gently on the clit, listening to her heart race and the air be sucked into her lungs as her hands gripped the desk. He continued for a minute longer, his hands kneading her inner thighs before he rose, her eyes blown as he kissed her. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his finger at her entrance, slowly pushing in as she moaned into his mouth. Eric slowly worked her open, gently coaxing her body to fully relax before he removed his finger and lined himself up. His forehead resting against hers as he spoke.

“Is this okay?” Y/n nodded quickly, hand coming to pull him back into a kiss as he growled against her lips and slowly pushed in. Y/n moaned as he filled her, head falling back as Eric kissed her throat, controlling himself from going faster as he slowly pushed in and out until he felt her body fully relax. Y/n whimpered as he pushed in harder, her legs wrapping tightly around his back as he pulled her face back to kiss her, fangs grazing her bottom lip. 

“You feel heavenly.” Eric whispered against her lips, her eyes opening to look at him as he pushed in faster, watching her eyes barely stay open as she moaned, making him groan at the feeling of her flexing around him. 

Y/n felt her stomach begin to tighten as Eric went quicker, one of his hands grasping at her breast as he played with the nipple, the other dropping between her legs to rub on her aching clit. He moaned as he felt her tighten around him, her nails now digging into his back as she held onto him. Her body bounced against his as he thrust, his head dropping to her neck as he grazed his fangs against her pulse point. Y/n whining and nodding as his thumb sped up, his fangs piercing her skin as she came, his name falling from her lips as he sped up. Her body squirming against him as he forced her into a second orgasm, his own moan mixing with hers as he came. His fangs moved from her neck as he slowed, his vampire abilities letting him recover quicker as she felt him harden once more in her. The feeling making her clench and moan, overstimulated and exhausted as he pulled out kissed her bite mark. Y/n’s chest rose and fell with each deep breath as Eric disappeared and reappeared a moment later, a small white cloth in his hand as he cleaned her. Taking his time as he watched her twitch as each swipe of the cloth, her body trying to move away as he cooed at her.

“It’s okay.” Y/n nodded as he moved away, throwing the cloth somewhere she couldn’t see as he picked her up and laid her against his chest on the sofa. Her body curled into his cool one, allowing her body to relax further as she looked at him. 

“That was…wow.” Y/n could barely think as Eric grinned and kissed her, his fangs dropping as he moved back and pierced his finger, rubbing his blood over the maro and watching it heal over. He knew the one on her thigh was still there, claiming her as his. 

They sat together for a while before Y/n forced herself up, grabbing her clothes and entering the bathroom as she got herself ready and walked out. Eric stood dressed as he smirked at her.

“No round two?” Y/n laughed and shook her head.

“I think one was enough for my human body, but this is the only time okay? We both got it out of our system and you can move on to your next obsession.” Y/n’s voice was serious as she spoke, convincing herself it was now done with and he could go on to the next person. Eric scowled as he moved in front of her. 

“Excuse me?” Y/n looked at him confused as she crossed her arms.

“This was just sex remember?” Eric looked down at Y/n before grabbing her hand and pulling her into his chest.

“Did you really think i have done everything i have just to fuck you? That I care so much about your pussy and not you?” Y/n blinked in confusion as she didn’t know what to say.

“I want you to be mine Y/n. I have since the moment we met and i do not take that lightly.” Y/n was perplexed as Eric brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on it.

“Be mine.” It was phrased like a question yet didn’t sound like one to Y/n as she stared into his eyes, unsure what to do as she felt her heart tug at his words.

“Why?” Y/n’s mouth was dry as she asked, Eric laughing slightly as he shook his head and held her face as he got so close she felt his lips graze hers.

“Because i love you and you love me.” Y/n felt tears in her eyes as she moved forward and kissed him, the two tangling in each other as Eric picked her up, holding her tightly as he pulled away. He looked at her expectantly as she smiled at him.

“I’m yours.” 

[sonarspace]

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

content: actor au. actor!nanami x actor!reader. movie scenes are indented. slight nsfw action. (not proofread) wc: 2.7k

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Being a new actor in the industry can be challenging, especially when your co-star is well-known—a little too famous for your liking. Kento Nanami, an award-winning actor loved by his co-workers with a continuously growing fandom. You find it a little intimidating working with him, as he's been in the industry a lot longer than you have.

You weren't exactly unfamiliar with the world of cinema. Still, you were surprised to see how much work goes on behind the scenes and the effects of actors' consistency on the quality of scenes. You kind of underestimated the hard work and persistence it takes to memorize your lines and separate the character from yourself. But a good actor can always find something similar to the character they're playing, right?

You were surprised when you got a call from the casting directors after your audition—after all, you just wanted to try something new. What surprised you the most was being asked to play Kento Nanami's love interest. That was not the role you auditioned for, but they insist that you would be a good match for him onscreen, so you say yes. 

It's been three months on set—three months of playing Nanami's love interest, three months of longing for Nanami just as your character longs for him, three months of shy touches shared between you two—trying not to cross that line, and three months of him trying to comfort you through every intense scene. 

A knock sounds through the door, and one of the crew members' voices follows, "Rolling in five minutes." With a deep breath, you adjust the sleeves of your nightgown and make your way onto the set.

Nanami follows in attire that matches the Regency era: a ruffled dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up halfway. His waist is accentuated by the high-waisted pants. His hair was done in a way that looked messily put together, like he had been running his hand through his blonde locks. Before you can stop the thought, it manifests itself in your brain. The idea of running your hand through his hair. Soft and blonde. 

You're nervous as the director asks you to take your position. Before you do, though, Nanami steps in close to you. "If it gets too much at any point, just tap twice," he whispers. He always makes sure to make you feel comfortable filming intimate scenes—whether just holding his hand or making out on screen.

"And action!" the director's voice resounds throughout the set. 

"Cassian," you call out his name softly. He's standing by the window, hands on his hips. He sighs as he turns around. "Marcella," he replies stoically, his gaze unwavering. You move closer to where he's standing. You feel his hand inch closer to yours, wanting to touch you but holding himself back.  "Why are you here," his voice is deep and loud. "you're leaving tomorrow," you state. "I just wanted to wish you a safe trip," you pause, and then you continue, "I wish we met earlier," you smile sadly. He could've given you the life you've always wanted. A life full of simple pleasures — a simple love. He leans in closer. "Run away with me." Tears well your eyes, “I can't," your breath hitches, "I can't do that to him." "You can," he says, frustrated. Go away with me. I can protect you from him." He pleads, but you shake your head. A tear escapes the corner of your eye, and his finger comes up quickly to wipe it away. You hold his palm in place, letting yourself feel his comforting touch once more.

His touch was soft and delicate. The callouses on his palm were rough but he still held you with a softness of a lover. Your heart was beating fast, anxious for what was coming next. 

His lips were so close to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your eyes flutter close as you feel him take in your upper lip in between his. His lips are feather-light atop yours. He pulls back to take in your expression – did you want this the same way he did? Your breathing grows erratic, and your eyes dart between his dilated irises and soft lips. He takes it as a yes when you lean in and your noses rub against each other, a gasp slips past your lips in anticipation – silently asking for more. He grabs your face with a need – a desperation. Trying to convince you to run away with him, the only way he could. The ruffles of his shirt are clutched between your fingers as he kisses you fully. Your lips so plush and smooth, he has a hard time holding himself back. He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue over your lip. A low hum elicits from his throat when you part your lips to let him in.

An involuntary action like your mind wasn't in control of your body. He plays along and slides his tongue over yours. You could taste the mint after the taste of gum. Suddenly, you're overtly aware of the number of people surrounding you. You try to concentrate on the way his tongue moves in tandem with yours, but you fail. Lost in the feeling of your tongue against his—alas, he barely registers the taps on his chest. He pulls back almost immediately.

"Cut! What happened?!" the director yells. You're about to apologize for the interruption, but Nanami cuts you off. "My bad, Milo. A fly was buzzing in my ear." You mouth back a silent thank you to him, and he just nods curtly.

"That was a good shot. Let's pick it up from the kiss," Milo tells you both. He looks at you and notices your eyebrows creased in discomfort. He turns back to the director and asks if you could take a break. Unwillingly, Milo yells, "Let's take ten," to the rest of the crew. 

You leave the room and sit on the ground, trying to calm yourself. "Here," Nanami hands you a bottle of water. You meek out a thank you, and he invites himself to sit next to you. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just not used to all that," you tell him. 

"Not used to kissing?" he queries. Your cheeks feel warm as he compliments, "You're a good kisser; you have nothing to worry about." You chuckle shyly, "Not that. I meant being intimate in front of so many people." 

"Oh, that. I understand that but just try and concentrate on me, okay? It's just this one scene, and then we can leave." he tries to comfort you. Little does he know his mere presence was enough to get you overwhelmed. The fact that you were kissing him in front of so many people got you overstimulated.

You redo the kissing scene but struggle to give your all into the scene the director wanted. You feel too stiff. "Cut! Redo!" The director calls out, and you sigh, lowering your head in slight embarrassment. Nanami walks over to Milo before you can take your position. You're not sure what he says, but you see them whispering, and Milo pats his back in understanding. 

"Everyone but the camera and lighting out!" Milo orders, and they all file out quickly. "Let's try again," Nanami tells you, a comforting smile on his lips. His hands cup your cheeks once more, pulling you in closer. His lips meet yours, and an unusual sensation builds in your stomach. 

His right hand moves to your neck, and his thumbs rub over your pulse, trying to comfort you.

He pulls you closer by your waist, your chest flush against his. His hands are firm on your waist and neck as he walks you back to the windowsill. He pushes you up on the ledge of the windowsill, and your legs wrap around him. He bunches up your nightgown and goes down on his knees, kissing up your legs. "Cassian," you whimper.

Your thighs tense as he plants feather-light kisses. The feel of your soft, ample thighs under his lips is something he didn't know he needed to feel until now. A carnal need is evident in both of you as you lock eyes with each other. His gaze pleads for something more, and you give him a short nod in understanding, urging him to go on.

He keeps his eyes on you, his gaze intense as he pokes his tongue out to lick and suck on the tender flesh of your thighs. You grow wetter when his mouth comes close to your clothed pussy. He licks a stripe from where he thinks your opening might be up to your clit. He groans as his eyes shut close in pleasure for the camera. You feel the noise deep in you. A sound gets stuck in your throat as your head lulls back, hitting the window, and your hand tangles in his hair - your grip on his hair tightening. 

"Cut!" And everybody walks back in, unaware of what just went down between you two. Nanami pulls away. He's never done that before and never had the urge to. He's unsure what it is about you, but you drive him insane. Every time he was in your presence, his breathing changed, his heart beat a bit faster. Perhaps it was the way you looked at him with so much conviction. 

Everybody holds their breath when you stumble in his arms as you get off the windowsill. The tension between you two is palpable. The director's voice brings you both out of the trance: "Good work, everybody. I'll be back on Wednesday, so have a good long weekend. But you two." 

The director gestures towards you and Nanami, motioning you both to come close. "Your chemistry is good, but I need it to be great. I want you both to get more comfortable with each other. Rehearse your lines together. Practice the scenes. Let's wrap the movie this month, alright?" 

Nanami shoots you a glance, "Alright, Milo. See you on Wednesday." You make your way back to your vanities. Nanami follows behind, and your heart picks up a beat. His phone rings, and he answers, "Hi, sweetie." You feel a pang of disappointment as he walks past you quickly into the room beside yours. Was he... Your heart drops at the thought.

You do a quick Google search 'for Kento Nanami dating.' Nothing but old articles about his only public relationship come up. They were long broken up now. So who was he talking to? Why did he do that with you? However, you can't stop wondering what else Nanami would have done if the director didn't yell cut. What else would he do if it was just the two of you? A knock brings you out of your thoughts. "Come in."

"Hi," Nanami walks in with his wet hair pushed back. He's changed into black pants and a grey hoodie, making him look more attractive. He looks kind of cute, you think to yourself. "What're you smilin' about?" he asks, noticing your smile. "What?" caught, you quickly wipe the smile off your face. "I asked, what're you smiling about?" he repeats himself. "Uh, nothing. I thought you left. Do you need something?" you ask, trying to sound casual.

"Can I take you to dinner?" The question catches you off guard. "What?" your eyebrows raise. "Can I take you to dinner?" he repeats, his voice a little louder this time. "I heard you fine. I'm not deaf," you snap. Annoyance takes over as you remember the little stunt he pulled earlier. Why did he do that if he had a girlfriend?

"Okay, so will you go to dinner with me?" he tries again. "No, I'm busy," you say, pushing past him to leave. 

He follows. "What about tomorrow?" 

"Still busy." You retort. 

"The day after?" 

"Busy."

"But we have to practice..."

"Well, Milo's not here to see us, is he? And you're the one who agreed, not me." You side-eye him as he stops.

"Did I do something?" he asks hesitantly. You stop walking as well and turn around. "Did you not want me to..." he trails off, unsure how to address that little incident between you two. He thought you both felt it—the attraction, the need to keep holding each other, the need to keep kissing, and the need to keep his face buried between your thighs. It wasn't something he'd felt before.

You let out a deep sigh and ask him blatantly, "Do you have a girlfriend?" 

Nanami's face scrunches up in confusion, "How is that related..."

"Yes or no, Nanami!" 

"No! And call me Kento!" he replies, visibly annoyed. It was rare for him to lose his temper like this. He couldn't understand why you were suddenly asking him all these questions. He thought he'd made it clear he was into you with the way you both interacted with each other.

"Are you seeing someone, then?" you ask further. You didn't want to get caught up in a scandal so fresh in your career. "No, I'm single," he confirms. "I wouldn't have... I wouldn't have done that if I was in a relationship." His face picks up a flush.

"Okay..." you respond, a feeling of relief coursing through you.

"Okay," he repeats, rolling his shoulders. The sun has long set as you both reach the parking lot. You pull out your phone to check how far your Uber ride was. The '40 minutes' flashing on your screen has you frowning and twisting your rings in discomfort. But Nanami notices, as he always does. "Come on, I'll drop you off," he offers. 

You shake your head. "No, it's alright. I'll wait in there," you point toward a dimly lit diner. "I don't want you to go out of your way," you give him a tight-lipped smile.

"I don't mind," he insists, walking away. He opens the car door for you, and cocks his head for you to get in. You take a deep breath and get in. "Relax, I'm not going to eat you." He chuckles lightheartedly, trying to get you to loosen up. 

"Here, put in your address," he hands you his phone. "Huh, you live close," he murmurs in quiet wonder once he sees your location. "Where do you live?" you ask curiously. "Across your building," he glances, a small smile on his lips, and you find yourself doing the same. "It's weird how we've never crossed paths with each other," he adds.

"It's not too weird, actually. I moved in two weeks ago. I haven't really had the time to explore the area. I've barely unpacked." You chuckle awkwardly. 

"I'd love to take you around sometime if you're up for it," he glances at you briefly. "Sure, thank you," you whisper quietly. 

He parks in front of your building. Quickly unbuckling his seatbelt, he runs over to open your door before you can. A small smile on his lips. You return his smile, and he walks you inside to the lobby. 

You stand there awkwardly, wondering if you should invite him over or not. The elevator dings, and you expect him to follow you in, but he doesn't. He stands outside and gives you a nod as the doors close, separating you two. You squeak a "Goodnight!" before the elevator takes you to your floor. 

He walks back to his car, feeling a little defeated. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he sees your name across his screen. The end of his lips tug into a small victorious grin as he reads your message.

⁞ You to Nanami: Sorry about my little tantrum. Thank you for the ride. Let's have lunch tomorrow?

Your heart races with anticipation as you press 'send' on the message. What if he doesn't want to do anything with you? What if you mistook his kindness for something more? All your doubts are erased as he replies back almost immediately.

↳ ⁞ Nanami to you: No worries. It was my pleasure.

⁞ Nanami to you: I thought you were busy tomorrow? 🤔.

↳ ⁞ You to Nanami: Well...

⁞ Nanami to You: I'll pick you up at 1?

↳ ⁞ You to Nanami: Alright :)

A giggle slips past your lips as you put your phone down and contemplate your reflection in the mirror. Your face is flushed, and your cheeks ache from smiling for so long. It's been a while since you've felt this way; it was almost unfamiliar. Meanwhile, Nanami feels a similar feeling in his chest as he crosses the street to his apartment complex, excited to see what tomorrow holds.

a/n : what do we think y'all? part 2? 👀. let me know your thoughts or any suggestions -> here! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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[elisiafarias]

Hello! I see that you really like writing to bi-han and he is the one who gives you the most inspiration 👀

What would happen if one day the enemy kidnapped bi-han's little son or daughter? like the mission to rescue Jack in Red Dead Redemption 2, that's where I came up with this, although if you decide to write it, you can do it however you want ^^

Is a really good idea 😀 I played RdR2 so i like this idea 🥰

How Bi han will react if a Enemy kidnapp his son/daughter

You were playing with your son/daughter in your room, your baby was already 3 years old and could say a few words, short ones.

Your husband was in a meeting with Lord Liu Kang. But he had left you safe with some members of the Linkueis.

Or so he thought... Everything was going well, until in the distance you could hear screams and sounds of swords. Your heart raced... You knew something was wrong, so the first thing you did was to take your baby and look at all the possible places to escape, however they would all inevitably lead to the enemy, so you chose to hide him/her in the closet making signs to him /her not to make noises as much as possible, as if a baby for his age could understand, however it was the best you could do, once that was done you went to look for a dagger that your husband gave you.

You had trained a in your free time with the Lin Kuei, would it be enough for this situation? You asked yourself.

As soon as you felt the door open you saw your enemies, you faced them and you defeated some with all your strength, which you didn't even know you had, it could be the adrenaline of saving your son/daughter.

However, it wasn't enough... you were greatly outnumbered and you were hit hard in the head, the pressure rising to your head as you felt the blood rush down your forehead.

The last thing you could see was them approaching the closet, it seemed like your baby was starting to say mommy.Your body felt like a bucket of cold water

"No" "Take me please" - You begged him with your last breath.

Despite that, they had no mercy on you and dealt you one last blow that caused you to faint...

You woke up listen to angry screams demanding "find them." You knew who it was.

From your point of view you could see some familiar shoes, you felt relief for a few seconds, then despair for your baby, you knew he/she was gone.

-Wife- Your husband said, more worried than ever, as he lifted you in his arms, you were still on the ground, it was the first time you heard him say it like that.

-What happened?- Bi Han said as he put his hands on your wounds.

-They took him/her away.- You said barely with a trembling voice, your tears coming out uncontrollably.

You saw how your husband's gaze froze, how to describe it, it was a mixture of shock, fury and concern.

"I couldn't protect him/her" "Please save him/her" "I don't know what I'll do if he/she dies", You said through tears

While your husband put your head on his neck. You can hear him giving orders while holding you in his arms. At that you could hear him say "There will be no mercy"

When he took you to the doctor, he laid you down on the stretcher and then he was quickly leaving.

However, you took his hand before he left.

-My love, please promise me that you two will come back safely, he/she need us.- You begged weakly.

-I will return with our son/daughter.-He said stoically, then he caressed your hand a little and nodded to leave.

When he left, all you had left to do was ask the universe for your husband to come back to your little life soon.

"How is your baby? "She/He's probably crying, She/he's probably hungry, "she/he maybe want to sleep." "He/she needs me"

You thought anxiously, you just want to have him in your arms.

*In the mision*

The air was chilly, and the full moon illuminated the snow-capped mountains surrounding the Lin Kuei's ancestral temple. Amidst this vast solitude, three figures advanced with deadly precision, their feet barely leaving a footprint in the snow. They were the Lin Kuei brothers.

Sub-Zero led the way the coldness in his eyes didn't come from his skill alone. His son/daughter had been kidnapped by the ruthless Black Dragon and he would stop at nothing to get him/her back.The message had arrived at the Lin Kuei temple the night before, a scroll with the seal of the Dragon.

They demanded that Bi-Han present himself at the Black Dragon Temple alone if he wanted to see his son/Daughter alive again. But Bi-Han was not willing to comply with their conditions. This time, he would not be alone.

-We won't let them kill him/her, brother, they act without honor.-Kuai Liang said, his voice barely a whisper in the cold night. If anything happens to YBN(your baby name) they will have no mercy.

Bi-Han didn't answer. His thoughts were with his son, the cryomancer knew he had to remain calm. The anger could cloud his judgment, and this time, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

He never says it, but his son/daughter was the reason he lived with his wife, the only spark of light in his world. Bihan had sworn to protect his son at any cost. But tonight, that oath would be tested in ways he had never imagined.

As they reached the entrance to the Black Dragon Temple, the air grew heavier, charged with tension. Guards were posted everywhere, but to the Lin Kuei, they were nothing more than insignificant obstacles. Without needing words, the three brothers scattered, each moving with the deadly precision that only years of training could grant.

Bi-Han moved forward first, his presence unleashing a wave of cold that froze the ground beneath his feet. In one fluid motion, he unleashed a blast of ice that engulfed the nearest guards, rendering them immobile and vulnerable.

From the shadows, Smoke appeared behind another group of enemies, his hands materializing from the mist to eliminate his adversaries before they could even scream.

Kuai Liang, meanwhile, moved like a spectre wreathed in flames. His attacks were swift, devastating, leaving a trail of ash in their wake.

Finally, they reached the center of the temple. There, was his son/daughter bound and surrounded by a circle of Black Dragon warriors his baby was crying. For the cryomancer that image froze his blood, seeing his son/daughter like that, he already had his objective clear, there would be no mercy.

In the center, leading his men, was Kano, the brutal leader, a man with a fearsome reputation and a particular hatred for the Lin Kuei.

-Bi-Han-Kano said, his voice echoing in the chamber. -“I knew you would come, but I did not expect you to bring company. This will be interesting.”

-Release my son/Daughter, Kano,”- The criomancer said, his voice containing the fury of a thousand winters. -"O there will be no mercy”

Kano let out a cold laugh.

-You think you can bully me? This child is the price you pay for your clan’s interference in my affairs. But if you wish to take him, I will give it to you at a very high price”.-Said the Black Dragon leader

The Black Dragon had signed his sentence.

-This will end with your cold corpse.- The Grand Master sentenced

The battle that followed was swift and brutal. The Lin Kuei attacked as one, a storm of ice, mist, and fire that swept through the Black Dragon’s defenses. Kano fought with the force of desperation, but it was clear that neither he nor his men were a match for the Lin Kuei brothers.

Amidst the chaos, Kuai Liang reached YBN With one swift movement, he freed his niece/nephew from his bonds.

As the last of the Black Dragon warriors fell, the temple fell silent, broken only by the crackling of the flames Kuai Liang had unleashed.

Kano, wounded and defeated, knelt before Bi-Han, knowing his end was near.

-Your death was inevitable-The Grandmaster said, cutting off his head

When he approached his brothers he asked

-Are you unhurt?.-The cryomancer asked, his gaze fixed on his baby.

-We are brother and YBN is fine, he/she has no injuries.- The pyromancer saidwhile carrying the child.

The cryomancer looked at his son /daugter and put his hand on his head, His gaze remained fixed on YBN, searching for any sign that he was hurt. But the child seemed unharmed, at least physically. then let out a sigh of relief.

- Well, for now we have finished our mission, we must return immediately.-Bi Han said stoically while caressing the hair of his blood

*In the moorning*

You were anxious, you hadn't taken your eyes off him all night, only a day had passed without your baby, but it seemed like weeks.

Until you finally saw the Lin Kuei doors open. You just knew it, and you ran desperately and somewhat clumsily because of your head injury to where your husband and son/daughter were.

When you arrived you could see that beautiful image that you had been decreeing. Your husband arrived victorious with your son/daughter in his arms, next to him were his brothers

Without thinking twice you ran to your baby and covered him with kisses then you took him/her in your arms "Calm down, mommy is here"

-Be careful wife... Remember that you are convalescing- Said the Grandmaster while putting his hand on your waist to straighten you up.

Then you smiled at your husband, caressed his cheek and kissed him.

-Thank you my love...I expected nothing less from you.-You told him happily as you continued to caress his cheek.

Then you thanked the brothers who risked their lives for their nephew/niece.

At night when you were going to bed, you made some space for the baby, you wanted the three of you to sleep together. Bi Han didn't refuse after everything that had happened.

You were there with your son/daughter appreciating him.

-I can't imagine my life without him- You said while you had your hand on his belly

-Me neither- said the cryomancer staring at his blood

-That's why we will make him a good warrior- Said Bi han while caresing the head of YBN

-Just try not to be so demanding with him.-You said

He just let out a growl.

-It's not the first time you've told me that wife.- He said tiredly.-As you wish.

You smiled and kissed him.

-I love you with all my life.- You told him.

He looked at you with a small smile of satisfaction, he just nodded, but you knew it was his way of saying "me too"

After all, he had already proven his worth to you.

END

Author note:

Hi, I hope you liked it. It's the first time I write action parts. So please enjoy UwU

[stevieschrodinger]

Part Four - Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU - Final chapter/complete

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

The kids are quiet in the back.

There ended up being ten of them. Once Steve realized that eight people would not fit in his car, he talked to Nancy. Nancy sighed out of her nose the way she does, but Steve already knew she was going to say yes, especially with Mike ready to literally throw himself at her feet to beg.

And then obviously Jonathan had to come along. Turns out he actually, really, genuinely likes Corroded Coffin and was as excited as the kids to learn Steve had tickets. Well, excited in that understated, no energy for anything ever way that Jonathan has about him.

So yeah, Mike went with Nancy and Jonathan, which meant Dustin and Will got pushed in that direction. Steve could breathe a sigh of relief; that left him with Max, El, and Lucas. The sensible ones. The nice ones.

If you ignore how scathing Max could be. So the girls have an earbud each from Max’s phone and Lucas seems to be content to stare out of the window while Max stoically pretends they aren’t holding hands.

It’s cute.

Robins’ looking at the side of his face, Steve can feel it. He raises an eyebrow, ‘what?’

Robin raises both her eyebrows tips her whole head in question, ‘how you feeling?’

Steve shrugs, tilts his head dismissively. The he rethinks his answer for a more honest one, lifting one hand off the wheel to, out of sight of the kids, make a rocking gesture, ‘so-so.’

Robin nods sympathetically, seeming content with his answer, ‘that’s fair.’

He’d told Robin, obviously, that he’d hit it off with a customer and developed a monster crush and hopefully fingers and toes crossed that customer liked him back. He had not told her who Eddie actually is though, because even though it’s Robin and Steve did once get her to look at his dick because he thought something looked weird, (“It looks weird Steve, it’s a dick.” “Yeah, but weird like, see a doctor weird?”) and they have literally no secrets between them...this isn’t his secret.

Until tonight.

And Steve had to tell her just because tonight he might...actually get to meet Eddie. For real.

Once she’d finished squealing and beating him with a pillow, she’d understood.

So.

Steve’s kind of got a hurricane worth of butterflies in him.

Steve has detailed instructions and a QR code in the form of the email he printed from Eddie. All the kids laughed at him because ‘no one prints tickets any more, Steve’ but he was nervous, okay? And phone batteries can die or the internet could not work or. Yeah. He wanted a sure thing.

So they all go to the gate that the email says, and when the QR code gets scanned the woman with the scanner points off to the side, “can you wait there please,” and then pulls out a walkie talkie and speaks into it, “Steve Harrington has arrived.”

There’s a blast of static which, presumably, she understands, and then she goes back to doing her job. Less than five minutes later, five minutes filled with everyone but Robin demanding, “what the actual fuck, Steven,” someone else arrives. A guy with a tablet, a headset, and a very, very 100% done look on his face shows up. He’s wearing Corroded Coffin merch and asks the group to follow along. Which they do.

They’re led along white washed corridors, clearly under the stadium, and get dropped off in a room. A room with a TV on, and snacks and drinks, “this is all for you, go for it, I’ll be back before the support goes on.” And the dude leaves.

The girls, priorities sorted, lay into the snacks. Dustin and Mike are insisting again, “what the fuck is going on?” and getting ever more obnoxious about it.

Steve, very smugly, informs them that he, “knows a guy,” and settles down with the girls and a bag of Cheetos. He’s going to enjoy this while it lasts, watching Dustin splutter over it is very satisfying.

Steve wasn’t expecting any of this. He’s playing it as cool as he can, but he was expecting to get tickets, see the show, call Eddie after and maybe get to see him. He wasn’t expecting to be perched in seats the have been put at the side of the stage, just for them. Someone keeps checking on them, to bring them drinks and snacks.

He’s probably, right now, less than fifty feet from Eddie Munson. Eddie, who's wearing torn up skin tight jeans, shit kicker boots and nothing else. Eddie, who has his guitar slung at his back as he roars into the microphone.

The crowd are going batshit.

Steve’s slowly going insane. When the stage lights finally, finally go down, Steve thinks, this is it. He’s going to meet Eddie. Now is his moment.

The lights come back up, they play an encore. It’s four fucking songs long. Steve’s pulling his hair out as is genuinely concerned he might be sick.

The kids don’t notice; they’ve all just been given gift bags brimming with merch.

The band come over, once they’re finally done. They’re red faced and sweaty and the kids are all vibrating with excitement but Steve doesn’t care, he just doesn’t, because he can very clearly see Eddie leaving the other way. Disappearing off the other side of the stage. Away from Steve.

Well, fuck that.

Gareth is standing practically right next to Steve, signing the kids merch and talking to them, “where is Eddie?”

All the other members of the band look at Steve, and all of them look sheepish as fuck. “He’s, uhm, you know, busy.”

“Busy,” Steve replies, deadpan. And then it occurs to him. Eddie doesn’t know, so they don’t know. They think they’re keeping Eddie’s secret. “I know. I know it’s him. I want to see him.”

Every member of the band visibly relaxes, “see, I fucking told you he’s worked it out-” Jeff starts.

“Eddie is such a shitty liar,” Gareth agrees.

“Yes, he is. And I know it’s him, and I’ve known for ages, and now he’s…” Steve gestures weakly in the direction Eddie disappeared in.

“Having a meltdown in a greenroom because he thinks you’re going to hate him when you realize he’s been lying to you,” Jeff supplies helpfully.

“What the fuck is happening??” Dustin screeches. Steve pushes him away with a hand on the forehead.

Gareth laughs, “come on man. One way to settle this and honestly, I am so ready for it. I am done with his pining.”

Steve perks up immediately, jogging along after, “he’s been pining?”

Steve is left with a thumbs up, standing in an empty hallway, looking at a very, very unassuming door. He lifts his hand to knock but...can’t.

It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like...like them. So after a few moments of indecision, Steve jogs a little way along the hall and then pulls out his phone, calling Eddie.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Eds.”

“You enjoy the show?”

“I did, yeah, thank you, so so much. The kids loved it too. And all the, you know, extra stuff, it was all amazing...but I had, kind of hoped I’d get to see you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Eddie starts slowly. Painfully slowly, “about, about that-”

“Look,” Steve sighs, now genuinely terrified that this is it, and it comes out a little sharper than he means it too but, he's...kind of scared that this thing is going to die before it even starts, “if you don’t want to meet up, I get it.”

“No. No Steve, it isn’t that. It really, really isn’t, it’s just...I might have, withheld something from you. Slightly.”

“Is it that, you're Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin’s front man?”

“You see, the thing is, I’m actually, Eddie, like the lead singer guy of-wait. Wait. Hold up. You- Steve. Stevie. Honey. What?”

“I know who you are Eddie. I’ve known for a while. I’m outside. The room. Like, I'm standing outside the door.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes. And then...nothing.

“Eds?” Steve asks, tentatively.

“I was just...you don’t know what it’s like Steve. To be this famous. No one just...treats me like a normal guy. Not ever. Everyone wants something from me, you know? Everyone just thinks I’m rich and famous and I can do things for them. They only ever want to talk about the music and the shows and the fame and...I just...I’m...someone to fuck for bragging rights, not because anyone actually cares...no one. No one ever treats me, like, well, like a person. And you have, Stevie, this whole time you’ve just...been normal. I want someone who likes me for me... And I missed normal so much, and I thought, I was scared that once you found out I’d loose that but...you’ve known this whole time?”

Steve’s heart is kind of breaking for Eddie, and he wants to comfort him, show him nothing’s changing, but he isn’t going to force anything on him, this is Eddie’s choice, “yeah. I’ve known...pretty much the whole time yeah. You’re a...well, absolutely atrocious liar, Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah?” and Jesus he sounds like he’s laughing and crying a little, “are you, did you say you were outside? Are you still-”

“I’m here, right outside the door.”

“I. I, okay. Yeah. Yeah.” And then Eddie hands up.

And for a really long, really long minute, Steve worries that’s it. Eddie’s not going to open the door and-

The door opens slowly, Eddie peeking out at Steve. Steve can’t help laughing. And then Eddie laughs, coming the rest of the way out, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. His eyes are red rimmed, like he’s been crying, and Steve’s desperately trying to blink back the tears himself, “can I hug you?”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice is rough from the gig, much more noticeable now in person, “yeah, I’d like that.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate, throwing his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him tight close. Eddie’s more tentative, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and then...nuzzling into the side of Steve’s neck. Eddie takes a deep breath and...relaxes against Steve.

They stand there, hugging, Steve’s face buried in Eddie’s sweaty curls, swaying gently together in the quiet hallway.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

I became unexpectedly obsessed with hockey player Pete 😭😭 (the party one really has me on a grip. The cliffhanger is UGH. So good.)

If you don’t mind, can we learn if they get together for real and how it happens 😭😭 begging on my knees rn

I love how you write him and the reader UGH please don’t stop 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

A Story of Patience

✰ college!hockey!peter parker x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.7k

✰ summary: peter finally says what needed to be said.

✰ warnings: kinda angst (not rlly), fluff, so many kisses.

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Life has been unusually tense recently. A lingering wave of uncertainty hung over your head every time you were with Peter. Conversations didn’t have any substance and his usual playful sassiness was gone. You would be lying if you didn’t have a heavy heart since you visited Aunt May’s, the exact moment his personality flipped. 

Coming home from class, you see Peter’s shoes near the front, the normal glee you feel when he surprises you at your place is gone. Dropping your bag and removing your shoes, you walk to the couch and see Peter sitting stoically still, his eyes lingering on the blank screen of the TV. 

Walking up to him, you take your time, not wanting to startle him. Your gaze is set on his body as you bring a hand up to his back when you take a seat next to him, “You alright?” 

He sighs as he turns to you, extending his hand to place on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he leans in and presses a deep kiss to your lips. You could tell this wasn’t a normal kiss, there was emotion pouring from his lips to yours. You felt his other hand find its place on your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the skin there. 

When you two pull away, his hand is still holding your face close to his. Leaning forward he places his forehead on yours as he takes a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, bug.” 

Oh, my god. Is this it? Are we done? 

You couldn’t help but think as the tone of his voice was so apologetic. If this was the last time you could have Peter in this way, you might as well cherish it. Falling into his arms, a few tears leave your eyes as you hold the brunette tight. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted,” you sniffle.

This causes Peter to tense under you as he grabs your arms and pulls you away from him so he can take a good look at you. “What are you even saying right now? I should be the one apologizing,” his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. 

“What?” A pathetic voice escapes your lips, making Peter’s heartbreak. 

“I’ve been trying to find the right words to say, but I have been stuck in a loop all week and it’s eating me alive,” his eyes close as if he’s still searching for the words he so desperately needs to say to your vulnerable frame. He takes a deep breath, “I honestly still don’t know what to say, but I can’t keep it quiet anymore.” 

You can tell he’s nervous, so you grab his clammy hands and whisper, “Take your time, Peter.” 

“I–umm,” he bites his lip in frustration, a breathy laugh leaving his lips, “I can’t imagine not being with you all the time. I feel so…different. If that makes sense?” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“And I know I haven’t been fair to you, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that treatment from me, and I want to change that,” his demeanor shows one of determination as he continues to speak. “I want us. I want you, entirely,” he smiles, “I want to wake up with you every morning, make your coffee before you get out of bed. I only want you to cheer me on at my games. I just want you with me, all the damn time.” 

You can’t help but smirk at him as he almost leaves you speechless, almost. “Took you long enough,” you say.

He laughs as he pulls you in for a hug, leaning back and pulling you on top of him as you both collapse on the cushions. A great big smile paints your face when Peter takes a good look at you. He studies you in this moment of bliss and takes a mental picture of how your smile reaches your eyes and your laughs flood his ears. 

Peter is in love with you, but he won’t say that yet. You’ll just have to coax it out of him. But the passionate kiss he presses on your lips gives it away entirely. 

You pull away, breathless, “You’re lucky I am a patient woman, Parker.” 

He pecks your both cheeks, followed by your forehead, and finally your lips. “I am a lucky man indeed,” he smiles. 

✰ author's note: FINALLY!! THANK GOD!!! what you've all been waiting for, but that doesn't mean that this is the end of college!hockey!peter!!! keep sending me juicy asks! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!! ok, ily bye !!!!