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twistedmafiaau · 18 days ago

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(next weeks...have fun 😈)

She was a bit spread thin. The reporter who destroyed her honor weekly now with debauched lies and the other families poking at her. In interview or online she was becoming a favorite to chat about. Trending hashtags and fans sending in questions for her to consider and accusations to refute. It was sweet if not for her love of privacy, but all that had gone up in smoke with Malleus, Draco, latching onto her two weeks ago and starting a feud. She had brought a knife to a gun fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't get the drop on one of them if she got them bickering. Catch some body language and dig into some dirt. She wasn't someone to mess with and she'd show her lethal side with them walking all over her.

As usual she stands, front row before the Kingscholar's chairs that were far more comfortable than the cheap seating the venue gave the interviewers.

"Afternoon gentleman, hope your week has been a good one so far. First question is too the Kingscholar Family, what's the first thing you notice about someone attractive to you, your partner, or a potential partner?" She flips her pen between her fingers, the unpainted but well maintained nails catching oassionally on a spin but she makes do. "Let me expand on that for those that need detail. Think first meetings or after seeing a partner after a long time. What is it that stands out?" She lets the question sit for a moment before adding her second. "This question is for the King." Her dark eyes flicker to him before dropping back to her page that was blank, but for appearance she pretend to remind herself. "What is something you wish that those you favor understood about you?" She purrs politely glancing back up. She'd throw him a bone to gloat, get others jealous of the detail she paid the Kingscholar's, if they already weren't.

Her petty revenge on the mafia for the games they played with her. Pride was an excellent way to stirr up things. She was tired of being their play thing, a joke. If they were gonna tug her around between them to stir up tensions she'd simply give them the loaded gun and watch. Nothing was a play of power quite like strategizing a baiting. And she was ready for it. The questions were well within her normal asking and all she simply did was tweak a few tonal changes and body movements to give intent of genuine curiosity. They had underestimated her and she planned on getting them back for it without saying a word. Let the hidden feuding and looming cloud of pride be their own downfall.

Once again the room filled with a reverie silence as the families made their entrance, one by one, and took their respective seats. You held in your throat a relieved sigh when seeing all three of the Kingscholar family, still somewhat bruised but all alive and kicking still — even Leona, who was presumably in the worst shape of them all, seemed to be healed without too many problems; he made his usual digs and comebacks and very teasing movements while answering to another interviewer’s question.

You also couldn’t help but notice that the Draconia family was a little…short staffed. In their own private section only the General, the man known as Lilia Von Rouge, was sitting alone, representing the members who were missing. Seemed like the pack of beasts got the payback from the week prior.

When you finished posing your questions the three men cocked their heads to one side simultaneously, like a group of cats perched on the same fence — even if the first comparison that came to your mind was that of a synchronized swimming group.

“I wouldn't necessarily describe it as attractive, but if you ask what's the first thing I notice…I'd say the shoulders.” answered Jack without even taking a second to think.

“Boring.” said in unison the other two, to which Jack paid no mind.

“To me the shoulders are the first indicator to know what my partner, or any other person in general, had been up to in my absence. If they’re thin and sunken it means she was through a very physically demanding job or hasn’t eaten properly. If they’re slightly reddened it means she was someplace very hot and sunny, otherwise, when they're pale it means she was somewhere particularly cold, and so on…” he explained with minutia.

“I really don’t believe you.” said Ruggie, one brow raised, “That can’t be the first thing you notice in someone!”

“These are things you learn to notice when you’re in a relationship for quite some time. Not that you know what I’m talking ‘bout.”

“I beg your finest fucking pardon?”

You were glad to see them bickering, oddly. It felt like the events from the week prior didn’t affect them as badly as you predicted.

Once again Leona had to intervene in the discussion between the two, with a smile you could only describe as a mix between amused and motherly.

“Well… — started Ruggie, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table as if the words failed to come to his mind — Either clothing or haircut.” he said finally. That answer earned a side eye from Jack — he got picked on for his answer and that is what the blond came up with? Unbelievable!

“These two things say a lot about a person, whether or not I'm attracted to them. They both give me a slight hunch on who I have to deal with. Fancy and flowing fabrics with long hair? A very feminine person, probably someone who’s got money and makes them rain like water. Baggy clothes three sizes their own with unkempt hair? Most likely someone who doesn’t have much confidence in their body, which gives me some ground to work with. Same for the opposite, if they have tight clothing in very obvious places and excessively kept hair, maybe tied, means they’re extremely confident in their body proportions… and are most likely looking for a hookup.”

“What about very short hair and flashy clothes?” Jack asked as a small grin started raising on his lips, Leona had one too.

“That is a Karen and no thank you! I’d rather pretend to be deaf mute than have one in my proximity! I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say that, I find myself near one I don’t think I might be able to stay civil for long.”

A loud, thundering laughter echoed in between the four marble walls of the parlor. You too found it hard to restrain a chuckle of your own.

You saw with clarity many of the family’s bosses barely containing their chuckles and giggles and snorts of pure amusement — that one was clearly a joke that resonated deep in everyone, independently from which side of the barricade.

Leona brought back the silence in the room with class, clinking one of his rings against the glass placed next to the microphone, like a progenitor asking for a toast.

“I appreciate your clarity of exposition of your question, it seems you have learned something after all our weekly meetings.” he said with the most raillery smile a man could ever wear. “Also, I appreciated your symbolic act of aid offered. Hope you don’t mind If I keep it with me for a few more days, I've been told that blood is a real nightmare to remove from clothes.” he added a bit more quietly.

“Anyway to answer your question, the first thing that I notice about someone are their eyes. I’m not talking about shape, color or any other thing running through the squirrel brain of some of you. More than aesthetics, my interest is purely in their language. The body can disguise some behaviors, many experts can even imitate some of them to deceive their interlocutor. But not the eyes, they are always faithful to their emotions. A few simple signals, a few glances if you will, are enough to immediately understand what is going on in their mind. If they are lying, if they are amused, if they are frightened, if they want to escape... if behind those irises the deepest hatred is imprinted. An experienced eye is capable of deducing many things just by reading the eyes, and as I said before...I keep mine always sharp.”

A few other interviewers started fidgeting, squirming in their seats at the idea of those emerald eyes reading their deepest emotions with just a single glance.

“While we’re at it, your second question is more personal. In the emotional sphere, type of personal. — you didn't miss how he spelled those last few words with a veiled tone of threat — I'll keep my answer simple: the one thing I wish that not only those I favor, but also those that dare to take me lightly, would understand about me is that if something really matters to me I'll play seriously. Away with the courtesy mask, off with the pleasantries, if I'm serious about someone or something you can bet I'm gonna stop playing with my food and instead bite where it hurts the most. Life is a battlefield and you have to fight to get what you want, that doesn't mean I'm going to throw in the towel that easily.”

Darkness suddently filled the room — a power outage.

In the middle of panicked screams and phones used as torches, the only thing you could focus on was Leona's eyes.

Sharp, predator-like, unforgiving. The cold stare of a serial killer that made the hair at the back of your neck stand up in alarm.

However, that stare wasn't directed at you. It was fixed on someone else, someone you couldn't perceive in the pitch black obscurity that had become the room. Whoever it was, you were sure, managed to truly angered the King.

And that wasn't a good sign.

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some-creep · 8 months ago

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Currently untitled sequel to "Little Bird" Ch 01/??

I realized I was never going to get this done if I didn't just finish part of this ever growing mess of a fic and upload it piece by piece to tumblr. If you've read the original you know what you're in for. Falke / Ariane but Falke is Not Very Nice and is a possessive little freak. Also known as "S23 AU" because it's Ariane... at S23. CW for weird power imbalance sexual situations same as before lol.

She had once again found herself in Falke's bed. It had become routine at this point, being called in for a “report”, ignoring the Administrator’s dirty look he always gave her as she passed by him wordlessly, stepping into the Commander’s office, and finally, waiting to see what kind of mood Falke was in.

On some days she was merciful, disinterested in toying with Ariane, and would even make attempts at small talk, asking her how she was or how Elster was doing. Other times, she seemed to just be lonely and only asked for Ariane to sit with her while she worked. It had occurred to her after a time that she didn't think the Commander actually had any friends to speak of. Whether or not she found this news surprising, she hadn't yet decided on.

She had not been so lucky today. Falke had skipped any vague attempts at social niceties and instead had ushered Ariane immediately into her bedroom, a room in which Falke seemed determined to have Ariane only associate with bad memories. The first time Falke had ever struck her had been in this room after she'd been accused of not paying attention. Elster, of course, had not believed that she'd fallen, but did not press any further.

It was eerily silent, and Ariane wondered if the room was sound proof – such a thing wouldn't shock her given the interests of its occupant. If she held her breath, she swore she could hear Falke's heart beat from across the room. The bed, while long enough to fit a Replika of her stature, was unusually narrow, albeit not by the standards of this base. Should Falke want them to share, they had no choice but to cuddle. She used to dread the outcome, but as time went on, she'd gotten so used to it that it no longer bothered her as much as she wished it would.

“So…” Ariane began, already fiddling with one of the buttons on her uniform. There was no point prolonging the inevitable.

Falke sat down in a large plush chair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other as she watched Ariane in silence. The Nation's flag hung limp behind her, and she looked so stern and put together it was almost as if she were posed for the next Replika celebration poster. Falke units: unable to take no for an answer. The thought amused her more than it should have, and were she not so scared to explain what was so funny, she might have even smiled.

When Falke didn't answer, she stripped obediently, folding her uniform up and setting it on the bedside table. She waited another moment before speaking up again. “You're in a bad mood today,” Ariane observed, “why?”

“Do you suppose that's really any of your business?” The response was sharper than usual, though Falke's lack of movement told Ariane she likely wasn't in immediate danger.

She could only shrug. “No. But it's polite to ask anyway.”

The Replika sighed heavily as she slumped further down. Falke propped up her arm on the side of the chair, leaning her head against her hand. “Aren't you a well trained girl?”

With her free hand, fingers barely moving, she lifted Ariane into the air. Her bioresonant abilities were meant for a battlefield, to be used as a terrifying display of power to show that she was dangerous far outside of arm's length without the need of a firearm. Instead, she worked in an office. The least she could do was entertain herself by manipulating Ariane like the little doll she was.

Ariane's face had gone red as she hung in the air in front of Falke, helpless, just the way the Commander liked it. It was an odd sensation, being lifted up this way. Every part of her body felt securely held in place by some unseen pressure, enveloping her with a strange warmth across her skin. It was almost as if Falke was physically touching her, but it was more all consuming than that. It was strong and restrictive, yet at the same time it didn't hurt.

“Commander..?”

Falke did not respond. With another subtle hand movement, Ariane felt…something. Her mind struggled to comprehend feeling her skin being massaged with no actual contact being made. It brought with it a certain kind of panic, an instinctual fear of the unknown. Gestalt brains so easily broke to things they could not make sense of.

Ariane tried feebly to grab at the areas she felt being invisibly groped, but Falke was quick to pin her arms behind her back. Once properly restrained, the strange prodding continued. Her neck, her thighs, her breasts. Ariane closed her eyes, hoping it would help. It didn't feel bad but it wasn't satisfying. It felt like it should be but it was missing…something.

She gasped as the sensation slipped between her legs. Ariane tried in vain to press her knees together but, just as before, Falke wouldn't allow it. She could only twist helplessly in the air as Falke continued to tease her with more success than Ariane wanted to admit. She wanted more.

Again, she spoke up, pitifully letting the word “Commander” fall from her lips. Anything to get Falke's attention.

This time, Ariane got results. The Replika stood up in one smooth, practiced movement, likely assisted by her own Bioresonant abilities given her size. Falke stood next to her, cocking her head to the side as she invited her to continue.

She looked so…serious standing there. Jaw set, eyes focused. A predator with an overabundance of willing prey who had grown bored of not needing to hunt. She waited and allowed her hand to still distantly manipulate Ariane's body as she watched her prey twitching in the air. When Ariane did not speak, she felt the invisible sensation grab her neck to force her to look back at Falke.

“I need…”

“Speak up, I can't hear you.”

Ariane's breath caught in her throat, but whether or not that was Falke's doing she couldn't be sure. At any rate, the Commander hadn't stopped fondling her. And it felt good. Why did it feel good? Why did the sight of Falke looming over her with that expression on her face make her heartbeat quicken. She could even smell her. Hot metal and plastic. Faint, nearly imperceptible.

“Please…”

Falke reached out, grabbing her throat with her actual hand this time. The textured plastic against her desperate body made her inadvertently whimper. She tried to curl into Falke in any way she could, but she was frozen in the air.

“Please what?”

“It's- it's nice. But–”

“But?” Falke leaned closer to her, voice barely a whisper.

“More, please, Commander.” Ariane wished she wasn't asking. Wished her body hadn't become so hot and needy. And from what? Nothing at all. Nothing that she could understand. When Falke continued to just stand there, she added, “fuck me.”

She would have felt ashamed of her request were her thoughts not immediately halted by Falke shoving two fingers inside of her. Ariane moaned, used to the pain of it by now. Falke had made her practice and now Ariane could handle the rough intrusion with relatively few issues.

Wordlessly, Falke shoved her against the wall, keeping her pinned just the same as she'd kept her floating. Ariane wanted to cling to her, but she could do little else besides remain still and allow herself to be used until Falke was bored of her.

Ariane lay on Falke's bed, tucked under the blanket to relax as she watched Falke thumbing through a folder by her side. She was mumbling, half to herself, half to Ariane.

“My bosses have requested you join me at my next meeting with them. I told them I wasn't sure if you could come but they insisted you be there this time. I would prefer to go alone but…” she shrugged.

A thought crossed her mind at that moment. Ariane sat up to look at Falke. “Since they want to talk to me, we could try asking them to–”

Falke snapped her head towards Ariane, expression a mixture of anger and confusion. What had she said wrong? Had she spoken out of turn?

“What was that?”

“I just thought–”

“You thought what? Hm?” Falke cut her off, increasingly agitated by the whole thing.

Ariane flinched, knowing she'd set Falke off. It was so easy to do in private, despite how put together she tried to present herself publicly.

She clutched the blanket against her chest, as if it might offer her some protection from Falke's wrath should she decide punishment was in order. The threats were usually enough to keep Ariane in line, but even if she immediately backed down, it didn't always mean she was safe from retaliation. Sometimes, it seemed, Falke was just bored and wanted an excuse to hurt her. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

“Nevermind. I'm sorry.”

“No, do go on. I'd love to see what a child like you possibly thinks about the way things are run around here.”

The irony wasn't lost on either of them. Ariane was easily twice Falke's age, but as a Replika she'd skipped all of that growing up nonsense Ariane had dealt with.

“I just thought we could ask for more Gestalt medical supplies since… I'll be there this time. And I'm a Gestalt. So, they might listen to me,” she mumbled, hearing Falke laugh as her words trailed off into silence.

“Oh, little bird, you are foolish, aren't you? Did you think it never crossed my mind to ask for extra supplies? Do you think our lack of support is a flaw? Some incidental inconvenience? No. This is the system working exactly as intended.”

Ariane wasn't sure she understood. She let Falke continue her rant.

“Did you think that just because I let you into my bed you'd suddenly have an “in” for changing how things are run around here? As if it were that easy.”

Ariane hadn't necessarily thought that, but at the same time, she figured it was worth a try. Clearly, she was mistaken and Falke was more than happy to let her know.

“I run things the way I am supposed to. My job is to keep you and every other little Gestalt in line just as it is my job to ensure my Replika staff are willing to follow my rule. And do you know what happens if I should fail in my duties? I am replaced. Do you think I'm the first Falke unit to grace this lovely facility? The second? No. I'm the fifth. It's so easy for them. They just ship off a new model and dispose of the old one.”

From a strictly resource based point of view, that sounded wasteful. FKLR units looked expensive, complex. They were the latest generation of Replika and had plenty of top of the line military applications that made Ariane think they were worth keeping operational. If Falke was telling the truth, maybe that wasn't the case after all. With all their power, FKLR units could quickly become an issue if left unchecked so perhaps it made sense logistically to rule over them with fear. No matter how powerful they think they are, should they fall out of line, someone else will step in with no issue.

“Tell me. Do you want to join them? If I recall, the Gestalts at Rotfront would be happy to see you toil away and die alone and forgotten. Do you think for one second any of them feel differently about you? They hate you. To them, you're one of us. And to us? You're one of them. If you were smart, and I've seen your schooling records I know the only reason you passed was because the EULRs were sick of looking at you, but if you were smart, you'd shut up and look pretty for me and be grateful I give you the freedoms that I do.”

Ariane shifted, wondering if it was worth the argument. She didn't want to drop it; she felt guilty not trying to do something for the other Gestalt workers. But maybe Falke was right and she should keep her mouth shut. Would they see her as nothing more than a traitor? No better than the Replika staff who kept them subjugated? Worse still, the Replikas were by and large, quite accommodating of her. No, more than that. They were nice to her. Friendly. Every Starling that joked around with her would go on to work a shift making sure no worker spoke out of line. Every Kolibri that excitedly talked books with her was perfectly willing to torture information out of a suspected spy. They'd all turn on her if she was in any other position. It was their job, after all. It wasn't personal. It was just business.

Ariane could do nothing more than choke out a pathetic little “I'm sorry, Commander,” before bowing her head.

Falke, who seemed satisfied she'd made her point, grabbed Ariane by the hair to pull her head back up. “Don't cause trouble for us during our meeting. Shame our little get together had to end on such a poor note, isn't it? You were having so much fun,” Falke purred, seeming once again pacified after her outburst.

Ariane could do nothing more than give her a submissive kiss and embrace her. “I'm sorry. I'll behave. I know better.”

It was difficult to look at Elster when she returned to her room that evening. Sex with Falke wasn't new, nor was leaving her office not feeling completely miserable. What was new was the guilt of begging Falke to fuck her. Not out of survival instinct, but out of genuine desire. She'd wanted it in the same way she often wanted it from Elster.

It didn't matter how small or dim the room was, or how tired the Replika might be, Elster noticed her mood and her avoidance. “You're late. Is everything alright?”

Ariane wished it was accusatory, but the genuine concern in Elster's voice made her sick with shame. Elster would understand if she told her that truth. She'd know Ariane didn't have a choice when Falke made her do things. None of them had a choice.

“Sorry. I was…talking to Hunter.”

Elster frowned. The lie hung in the air between them for several agonizing moments.

“I'm glad you're back.”

Ariane nodded as she began to get undressed. She wanted out of her uniform, wanted her bed, wanted Elster.

“I'm sorry. I'm just tired,” she said, throwing her uniform over the back of her desk chair. It was too hot in the small room to change into anything else, so she'd simply gotten used to spending all of her time with Elster naked.

Ariane crawled into her bed, which was little more than a mattress on a shelf built into the wall. There were no Gestalt quarters in the Protektor levels, but as an Officer, she couldn't be placed with the regular workers. Their accommodations weren't any better, and by comparison, she was living in a mansion. An entire desk that reached both walls on either side of it, a chair, a small television set supplied by Kolibri on her arrival, and a tape player lent to her by the EULR unit who brought her her meals during the day. Mounted on the wall was a fan Elster had dug out of the garbage and repaired just for her in an attempt to alleviate some of the airflow issues in the room.

Elster didn't fit on the bed without curling up at her side, but she never complained about it. Prior to joining Ariane in her room, Elster simply slept wherever she lay, finding far off corners to nap until she was needed again. She was meant to stay in the ARAR dorm, but they lacked any available beds for her. Ariane had invited her to stay in her room and she'd simply never left.

“You'd tell me if I could do anything for you, wouldn't you?”

“Elster, you already do so much for me. I'm fine.”

Elster wanted to say ‘but you don't seem fine’ but she knew she wasn't going to win that discussion. She nodded, pulling Ariane close to her chest. “Sure.”

#signalis falke #ariane yeong #signalis elster #fklr #lstr #not getting the main tag forrrr obvious reasssssons

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tigers-eyes-26 · 10 months ago

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Koopacabana

In the middle of Hell’s Kitchen in New York City was a kitschy Latin theme night Club called the Koopacabana. It was small but popular with the locals. It had a bar and a stage and sufficient seating. When money was good, they could invite artist and dance troupes, but with hard times they had a 6-man band and one dancer. But it was enough to fill the seats every night.

She danced in the spotlight while the big band played behind her. The orange and yellow fringe layered mini dress making each move more dynamic. The large feathers in her hair twitched with each of her moves. Across the club at the bar, the green vested bartender stared at the auburn-haired dancer. His blue eyes under dark eyebrows tracked her movements. Under his neat mustache a dopey smile lived. He had been absentmindedly wiping the same spot of the bar for a moment now. A bar patron yelled him out of his stupor, and he rushed to fulfill the order. Daisy’s stage smile widened at the scene. No matter how many times he had seen her dance he was still mesmerized by her.

As the song finished up, she struck her pose. Breathing hard and sweat trickled from her hairline. She smiled at the applauding room and gave a bow. Lifting her head she caught the blue eyes of the bartender again. She gave him a sly wink as she walked off the stage. The band started up again to fill the space with music. She swiftly made her way through the crowded room to the bar.

“Hey, sweetie!” She put her elbows on the bar to admire him.

“Heyo, mia amore.” Luigi wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Daisy beamed at her Italian boyfriend. She loved the way he spoke it was like a little song. She also loved his wild wavy curly hair which, at the moment, was straining against the hair gel he put in to be “presentable” at work. She reached over to muss up his hair, but he playfully batted her hand “Hey! Do you know how long it took me to do my hair tonight?" He put his hands up in annoyance. She giggled at his exaggeration. When she laughed the feathers shook. Luigi flicked one of them. “How-a long did it take you…to…keep-ah…Feather?” he grasped at the air for the missing English. Daisy swished her head back and forth to demonstrate how well they stayed. He chuckled at the movement. “Di effetto!”

Their sunshine was interrupted by the smell of rotten garlic. Wario, the club's owner, stomped over. “How many times do I have tah tell you?! If you aren’t dancing, you stay in the back! People pay for a glimpse of you if they see you just hanging out at the bar it breaks the illusion!” The two lovers rolled their eyes. They had heard this spiel many many times. Wario just shooed the dancer away and sat down heavily on a bar stool.

“I don’t get what she sees in you, cugino.” He sighed while signaling for a drink.

Luigi silently worked on his cousin/boss’s preferred drink. Wario was his only family that he had in New York; heck he was the only family Luigi had in the United States! Luigi had been accepted into a college where he could study engineering. This was his first time away from home and family. Originally the plan was to come with his twin, Mario. Even though Mario was clever, and resourceful, his grades didn’t make the cut. Wario, after being chewed out over the phone by their great-aunt, had offered Luigi a job and a dusty old apartment above the club. He held his ‘kindess’ over Luigi’s head many times. Luigi handed the drink over to Wario.

“A skinny intellectual pushover.” Wario grumbled.

Again, Luigi just silently rolled his eyes and went back to working.

Daisy made her way backstage to a room that was more of a hallway with a door, vanity, and a closet. She sat down at her vanity with a huff. As soon as she saved up enough money, she would be outta here. She hoped she could convince Luigi to go with her.

She wished to see him out from under his cousin’s thumb. Luigi hardly saw any of his bartending money. Wario had said he had taken out the “rent” from his paycheck, but Daisy knew that the old tiny apartment wasn’t worth it. Any money that Luigi did see, that wasn’t going to food, was saved up for a chance to bring his twin brother over to America.

Luigi was smart enough to have scholarships, so his schooling was paid for. But a place to stay in the city was hard to come by. Daisy had invited him to come stay with her in her studio apartment, He refused saying he didn’t want to take up her space. She was saving up for something a little bigger and try to invite Luigi again. Then maybe Wario wouldn’t take the “rent” out of his paycheck.

Daisy thought about their future goals together as she fixed her makeup. There was a little commotion in the front of the Club. She could hear Wario loudly welcome someone. Curiously she made her way to the stage and peaked out from behind the side curtain. She let out a disgusted grunt.

A tall skinny man in a purple pinstripe suit, and a purple fedora and a pompous big brown fur coat sashayed in with Wario at his side. It was Waluigi. He was an unsavory friend of Wario. Waluigi took off his coat and threw it over a server who was immediately drowned in the fury beast but took it to the coat closet anyway. Wario personally escorted Waluigi to the front row of the stage to a circular booth just for him.

Daisy gave a sneer and popped her head back behind the curtain. He was the most pompous fool she had ever seen. He would always come in the gaudiest apparel, sit right up front, and would cheer the loudest after her dances. She would ignore him every time.

She checked the time it was almost time for her next dance. She stretched a little preparing for her upcoming performance. The lone stage tech noticed her behind the curtain. He was a mysterious short bald man, that always wore strange sunglasses even in the dark backstage. “You’re a little early.” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Is it wrong to be prepared?” She huffed. “I suppose not…” He scuttled away to check on whatever it was he worked on. She continued to stretch and go over some of the steps of her next dance.

The band had just finished up a set of ambient music and took a little pause. The beginnings of a Cha-Cha song started. She took her position, putting on her stage and the curtain snapped open. She shook her shoulders to the beat and took quick steps of the Cha-Cha. She tried to lose herself in the performance, but she couldn't ignore the leers that Waluigi was giving her. She finished off her dance with a little less pizzazz than she would have liked. She bowed, Waluigi gave a standing ovation and produced a single red rose. He stretched up to hand it to her. Internally Daisy was rolling her eyes. But she needed to put out a gracias appearances for the rest of the club patrons. Her plan was to swipe up the rose then retreat backstage to throw it away. She bent down to take the rose quickly, but Waluigi was even quicker. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the stage. She screamed in surprise. Waluigi caught her. “How nice of you to drop in.” She struggled against him. “Let me Go!”

“Hey, I’m only-“He was cut off by the sound of glass shattering.

All heads whipped to see Luigi jumping over the bar with the meanest face anyone has ever seen on the mild-mannered bartender.

Waluigi out of panic dropped Daisy and reached to grab a chair from a nearby table. He threw the chair at the rushing attacker. Luigi swatted the chair away mid-air and continued to upper cut the taller man. Waluigi was on the floor holding his face in pain. Luigi picked up the purple dandy by the lapels. A shot rang out. Daisy screamed. Luigi thudded to the floor. Daisy saw their future and the future of his whole family continue to leak out onto the floor. The next moments were a rush of lights and cops and questions.

Waluigi got off on self-defense and skipped town as soon as he could. Wario was found out to be using the club to launder money. The Koopacabana was closed. Daisy got a new job at a flower shop. A couple of years later the Koopacabana reopened under new management. It was turned into a modern nightclub.

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On one particularly lonely day Daisy dressed up in an orange and yellow fringe mini dress and put feathers in her hair and marched down to the nightclub. The set up was about the same. The decorations were flashier and now there was space for the attendees to dance. She beelined it straight to the bar. She was planning on drinking her sorrows away.

“Daisy?” She recognized the accent, but the voice was different. She looked and what she saw made her break. There at the bar was Luigi’s twin brother. Their hair was the same, they had the same eyebrows, same nose, the same eyes. She wept uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry! If I had only gotten him away from this place sooner!” The rest of her words dissolved into incoherent sobs. Mario swept her up and guided her to the door. “It’s okay, cognata.” He tried to sooth her with his words. “It isn’t your fault.” Mario waved down a taxi.

He wasn’t sure where she lived, so he took her to where he was staying. As he walked through the door with the inconsolable woman, he called out. “Mia amor!” a tall blonde woman took Daisy’s other side as they directed her to the washroom. The blonde cleaned Daisy’s face and cooled her down while Mario cooked something that smelled heavenly.

Daisy took some deep breaths. She looked at the blonde woman for the first time. The woman took that to introduce herself. “I’m Peach, I am Mario’s wife.” She had a proper British accent. Daisy shook her head to show she understood but didn’t introduce herself. “I will grab you some comfortable clothes you can take a shower, the towel hanging up there is clean. You can use any of the toiletries.” She left for a minute and reappeared with a T-shirt and some silk pajama pants. “Here these should fit you. After you are done, we have dinner ready.” Then Peach disappeared again.

After the shower she felt better. They all ate together in silence. Daisy tried not to look at Mario in fear that it would bring on new tears. After dinner Peach sat Daisy down on a couch. “Daisy, as soon as Mario could he wanted to find you. We have been here for a full year looking for you.” “Why?” Daisy’s voice cracked. “You w-are the only woman for Luigi.” Daisy squeezed her eyes shut. She started as a whisper and got louder. “He died because of me. You should hate me! He is DEAD because of ME!” She dug her nails into the pajama pants. Peach put her hands over Daisy’s. “He died protecting you, Daisy. Because Luigi loved you! And because Luigi loved you, we love you. We wanted to meet you. The only woman that made Luigi happy.”

Daisy felt someone sit on her other side and a large warm hand was laid on her back. “Cognata, we don’t blame you. We are here to help you. We are famigila.” Daisy finally looked at Mario for the first time since the club. His eyes were kind like Luigi’s, His face sincere like Luigi’s. She took a deep breath and shook her head again signaling that she understood. She took a few more deep breaths. She looked at Mario one more time and asked “Cognata?” “Oh!” He chuckled, “It means sister.” More tears fell but she excepted a hug from these two strangers who had become her new family. A blessing left from Luigi.

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Authors notes: A cousin of mine sang Copacabana for karaoke. The story is really sad for a fun song. I wanted to put Daisy and Luigi in the story. But I wanted to make it a little more of a sweeter ending than the song has. Sorry if there are grammatical or spelling errors, please point them out to me. I edit it myself and I miss things all the time.

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h-s-moonshadow · 9 months ago

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Sigils and Willows: Part 3

Nomira stood in that prison cell for hours. She did not lay down when her legs got tired. Nor when her back did. She did not start to lean on one leg than the other. Shifting when it became too much. She simply continued to stand amidst the pain of her legs crying out to give her rest. To give her some form of relief.

Day turned to night quicker than she had expected. The movement across the continent had shifted her hours and hours ahead of her regular day and night. In Joule, the sun would not have set for at least three hours more. Yet here, it set early to her senses. She pursed her lips. As the shadows crept along the walls, she wished that she had Kalico with her. She gently closed her eyes and raised her hands to her chest. Pretending she held the stuffed fox to her chest. Trying to feel the warmpth the small stuffed animal gave her. Yet no warmpth filled her chest. No safety touched her skin. A stark reminder that she would not be able to pretend this away. As her hands fell back to her sides. A door clanged open. Shocked Nomira forgot to fall back into the regal pose she had been holding for so long as two guards moved in front of her cell and froze. Looking at her with shock and horror.

The men were both tall, taller than Nomira by about a head. Both sturdy and well built. One had green eyes and the other blue. Though they both had striking white hair.

As shocked as Nomira was to see them, they seemed more shocked to see her.

“Who are you,” The one with green eyes questioned in the language of the common, lowering his spear. “How did you get here?”

Nomira frowned and took a step back from the door to the cell, to make sure that the spear could not reach her through the bars. Not that that would make a difference if either of them actually decided to attack her.

“I was transported her via a sigil that I did not create.” She responded. “I am Princess Nomira Kalgave of Joule.” She forced athority into her voice, starting to stand taller. “I demand that if you are to keep me in this cell, you will give me water and food. I have been here for at least six hours, and have had neither of these things. While I understand that I am a prisoner, this is not how any prisoner should be treated.”

The two guards looked at her stunned. Then they turned to each other, and began conversing in a language that shocked Nomira. It was the language of the dragons.

“She has to be telling the truth.” Green eyes muttered as he regarded Nomira. “She’s so regal. And wearing such a pretty dress.”

“I think the goose is flying,” Blue eyes replied and Nomira frowned to herself, trying to make sense of that statement. Before realizing that she had most likely misheard. She had precious few people to verbally speak to in this language.

The conversation in the draconic tongue was short. Yet as it got faster, Nomira started to fail to understand more and more of what was being spoken. Her mind not able to come up with the correct meanings fast enough, leaving her lost. The one word that stuck out to her was “King”.

Without another word to her the two guards started leaving. Nomira almost let them before her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten, and she clapped her hands.

“Sirs,” She spoke in a slightly more commanding tone. “Please rember my food and water. I do not even care if the food is a crust of bread so long as the water is clean.”

Still looking shocked, blue eyes nodded and exited the room.

Nomira sighed softly and moved to lean against the wall, closing her eyes and wondering what that had been all about. Why had those two been so shocked to see her here?

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yellowcry · 2 years ago

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Like mother, like daughter

Luisa was just like her mother in some aspects. Julieta really wished she wasn't

CW: Self-Neglect

Julieta sighed, bending over the kitchen cabinet. It was already late; the whole family was in their beds. Agustin probably was waiting for her, but Julieta wanted to finish the last portion of food for tomorrow. There was a cracking sound from the opening door that made her wince in surprise. Julieta flipped the arepas over and went to see who it was, asking Casita to turn off the oven when the food was ready.

She couldn't hold back her groan. "Luisa..." The mentioned girl jumped a little, wincing in surprise, and then looked at Julieta down like a naughty child. Julieta sighed, taking Luisa's hand. "Have you seen the time?"

"Lo siento, mami, I lost track of time." Luisa touched her elbow with an awkward smile. Maybe she got this habit from Bruno, but it was hard to tell exactly. Either way, no one except those two ever did that.

Julieta sighed deeply and shook her head. Part of her felt guilty for not noticing that Luisa wasn't home by dinner again. But in the living house with eleven people, filled with newborn screams, loud thundering, and little pranksters, it was hard to keep track of everything that was going on. "Let's go and find something to eat for you, mija.." She sounded exhausted, but still smiled at Luisa.

Luisa nodded, forcing a smile. She could fool almost everyone. But Julieta knew this kind of smile too well. When you were so tired that you could barely stand, when your hands were in pain that magic food couldn't heal, because this pain wasn't from actually being hurt but from doing the same movement over and over again. A deep exhaustion was noticeable in Luisa's pose: how she was hunching over slightly, how she lingered in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the wall, tilting her head back.

Julieta knew it way better than she should have. Days spent at work that never stopped, even when her legs wanted to pass out, because there always was something else. What if tomorrow she ran out of food and somebody ended up in the crushing house? Or something else. She remembered the nights that she spent in the kitchen, baking again and again.

*It was late; the whole house was already sleeping, while Julieta was baking another portion of food. She didn't even hear the footsteps; she was too tired to actually understand what was going on.

"Juli..?" She winced at Bruno's voice. "Are you already up?" He put his skinny hand on her shoulder.

Julieta shook her head, forcing the best smile she could. "It's not that late." Actually, she was very tired and wanted to sleep, but she wanted to make extra food just in case.

Bruno pursed his lips worriedly and looked at the clock. "It's four am..." He muttered, forcing Julieta to wince in surprise, as she could swear that it was eleven at evening just ten minutes ago. Maybe that's why she was so tired. "Did you not sleep at all?" He asked worriedly, pulling Julieta's dress.

She exhaled, scratching her head. "I'm not that tired." She promised, but Bruno still pulled her hand, asking her to go to bed. *

Luisa looked at the food that Julieta was cooking right now and worriedly pursed her lips. "Are you... Still cooking? Mom, it's late, it's unhealthy..." Her voice sounded weak, as if she understood that she couldn't say anything about working too much, but still did.

Julieta frowned, lowering her head with a harsh sigh. "Missing your dinner is also unhealthy." She served cold food on the plate with the pattern of dumbbells, narrowing her eyes. "Have you eaten lunch? Or... In that case, a breakfast?" Julieta found the unfinished portion of food way more often than she wanted to. And that's including Camilo, who was always happy to have seconds.

Luisa's guilty face expression gave enough answers that Julieta really didn't want to know. "Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." Luisa assured her, but her growling stomach definitely disagreed with this statement. The clock was beating quietly, it was around midnight. Not so late, but Julieta was an early bird, and she was pretty sure that Luisa, who chewed a carimaola, was too. She was eating fast, she always did everything pretty quickly, like if she didn't want to lose too much time. Julieta narrowed her eyes, gazing at how her middle daughter was having her dinner. No matter what Luisa was saying, it was obvious that she was hungry like a lion.

"Corazon, please, you can't just miss your food time." Julieta exhaled tiredly. Maybe saying it to Luisa was hypocrisy, but she still needed to talk about this. "It won't lead you to anything good."

Luisa smiled, shaking her head. "It's okay, I just lost track of time. I'll come back earlier tomorrow." Julieta surely hoped she would.

She knew it too well, this deep willingness to help, even when her movements became mechanical because her brain was too tired to actually react. How many times did she undersleep, staying in the kitchen? God, why should Luisa inherit her workaholism, which was often way too bad for her own health?

"I know that you want to help." Julieta sighed, and Luisa squinted a little, looking at her mom with such a strange gaze that even Julieta couldn't quite understand what exactly was going on in her mind.

"Yeah, I like to help!" Luisa giggled awkwardly, looking down at her plate. Her eye twitched a little bit, but she quickly wiped it with her fist, probably getting something out of her eye. "Don't worry about that!"

Julieta sighed, putting more food on Luisa's plate, Luisa was the best proof of the fact that the heart was the biggest muscle in the human body, always gentle and polite. Her warmth was always ready to warm up everyone, no matter what the cost would be.

Luisa smiled, thanking her for another portion, but then realizred something and frowned worriedly. "Won't you have to stay in the kitchen longer to make more food instead of what I'm eating?"

Julieta actually planned to, but she knew that if she agreed, her hija would never eat this, even if she was starving. "No, it's your portion that was left from dinner." A little less food for the village tomorrow meant nothing if it was talking about her family.

Luisa relaxed and got to her seconds with a happy smile. "Thanks, mami, you're the best."

"You're welcome." Julieta kissed her on the cheek; it was hard to do when Luisa was standing, but right now it wasn't a problem since she was sitting at the table. At fourteen, she was already the same height as Agustin, and there were enough chances that Luisa would outgrow him. She was always tall for her age; Julieta guessed that she would be almost as tall as her father when Luisa was a kid. But even now, the broad shoulders make her look bigger than Agustin.

Luisa finished her food and put the plate away, then she stood up and hugged Julieta tightly, who gasped as she was squeezed by her daughter and lifted up. She giggled, hugging Luisa back. Out of Julieta's niños, her middle loved physical affection the most, even if her strong image tried to avoid it with people.

Julieta breathed out as Luisa put her back on the ground. "Te amo cariño." She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder with a soft smile.

"Yo también te amo." Luisa nodded happily, looking at Julieta upside down before picking up her empty plate and running her finger over the painted dumbbells. Her pose was still exhausted as she washed the plate and wiped it dry before putting it back into the buffet.

Then she pulled Julieta's arm gently. "Let's go to bed." Julieta sighed, knowing that Luisa would never let her go.

In her room, Julieta leaned against her door, hunching over with a harsh sigh.

"Mi vida, is everything okay?" Agustin asked worriedly, coming closer to her and taking her by the hand.

"Luisa is simulare to me. Way more than I wished she'd be."

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal

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yagirlwrites · 3 years ago

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Wild Summer (Part 3)

Series Masterlist

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and JJ have fun in the supply room. Rafe figures out what happened between her and the pogue and he's not happy about it.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!JJ, dom!Reader, oral (f + m receiving), rough sex, semi-public sex, pain kink (slight), unprotected sex (y/n is on the pill), angst, jealous!Rafe in the end

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hiii! This part contains JJ smut, followed by jealous Rafe confronting Y/N about his feelings. These crazy kids' journeys are only beginning! As I've said, this series will feature several OBX characters. I hope you enjoy it and do let me know if you like the concept of this series and would like to see more!

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated (but reblogs are welcome).

Happy reading! 🥰

Wild Summer (Part 3)

"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. Can you do that?" JJ gulped at her question, the words igniting a fire inside of him.

He could tell she was aching for a distraction over something. He wouldn't judge, he'd done the same thing plenty of times. So he nodded his head and grabbed her face in his hands, crashing his lips against hers.

Their tongues met and he pulled her closer. She tasted of mimosas and smelled like strawberries - it was a delicious combination. Their tongues danced together, battling for domination, neither willing to relent. She bit down on his bottom lip and he groaned. She was wearing him down and he liked it.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He whispered against her lips and she sighed in pleasure as his mouth made it's way down her neck. This was good. This was what she needed.

He left wet, hot kisses over her neck and collar bones, grazing her skin with his teeth, making her tug on his hair in response. She was breathing heavily, her chest moving against his. The thin material of her sundress gave him the opportunity to feel exactly how turned on she was, her nipples hard already. He groaned as he bit down on her shoulder and she gasped at the audacity of his actions. She pulled him off her by his hair, roughly - and he moaned at the feeling. She was so hot when she was pissed off.

He smirked at her and her pupils dilated. He was asking for trouble. Little did he know, she'd deliver more of it than he could imagine. She tugged his hair harder and he groaned, no longer smirking but looking at her in surprise. He was incredibly turned on with her taking control of the situation, his dick straining against his pants painfully.

"You like to be hurt?" She was looking right into his eyes as she posed the question and he gulped at the intensity of it all. He didn't really advertise all his kinks so her reading him like that really shook him. He projected the image of a guy who likes control but nothing got him harder than the idea of being used. Somehow she could see right through him. He wanted her to be rough. Wanted her to fuck him. He needed it so badly he almost begged. But he didn't. He still had his pride after all.

"Are you a subby little boy? Huh?" She was teasing him, both with her words and her movements. She was scratching at the back of his neck and looking at him with dark eyes that made him want to get down on his knees for her.

When he didn't respond she tugged at his hair again, harder, drawing a whimper out of him. "I asked you something." He nodded his head rapidly, too turned on to find his words. "Yes?" "Y-yes." She hummed in response.

She looked him over for a moment, he was panting in anticipation. So hard he wanted to burst. And then she was pushing him down by his head, until his knees hit the floor and he was looking up at her with hungry eyes. "You gonna make me cum, baby?" He nodded, wide eyes, licking his lips in preparation for what's to come.

"Go on then. Better make it good if you wanna cum too." Her words had his eyes rolling back. She was so filthy and it was driving him insane. She widened her legs for him and he didn't need to be told twice, flipping her dress up and diving in head first.

He kissed her thighs and hips until he finally made contact with her panty-clad core. He licked her clit over the cotton fabric and her eyes closed in relief. He was looking up at her, needing to see her reactions, to know just how good he was making her feel. He didn't play around too much, slipping his hands under the band of her underwear and pulling it down her legs quickly. She stepped out of them and he stuffed them into his back pocket, not wanting to waste a second more before tasting her.

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and buried his face in her heat, finally giving her the sweet release she'd been craving. He moved expertly on her; licking and sucking on her lips, nudging her clit with his nose, lapping up her excitement eagerly. He was moaning into her pussy as he worked her, and it drove her crazy. The vibrations paired with his ministrations felt so fucking good she wanted to be loud, to reward him. But she couldn't. They were still in his place of work and her family was not 50 feet away, clueless as to what she was getting up to with the bartender. It turned her on so much.

He watched her sigh and pant above him as he ate her expertly, her head falling back against the wall, fingers burying into his hair. His tongue made its way into her heat and she gasped, louder than she intended, causing his cock to twitch. She was biting down on her lip to suppress her moans as he started sucking on her clit right before two fingers made their way deep inside her. And then he was pumping into her, licking and sucking and biting on her clit and she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.

He felt so fucking high on it - seeing the pure pleasure he was bringing her was so hot he could barely stand it. He was louder than her, letting out moans and groans into her pussy as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He didn't care if someone caught them, didn't care that he'd definitely be fired or even arrested if someone walked in on them. The view of her falling apart for him was all he cared about in that moment.

She started clutching on his fingers and he knew she was close so he picked up speed and force, working her harder, sucking her deeper. And then her nails dug into his scalp and she was shaking and twitching on him. She came so hard that his face was drenched and he wanted to curse at how sexy the whole thing was.

He cleaned her up with his mouth, enjoying the taste for as long as he could while she tried catching her breath, legs feeling like jelly after her climax.

Her hand cupped him over his pants and he moaned into her mouth. He was so hard it was painful and she decided enough was enough. She made quick work of undoing his pants, pushing them down his thighs and massaging him over his boxers. He was letting out delicious whimpers and moans at her actions and they were making her feel high.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at him - so damn pretty on his knees for her. His face was shiny with her release and it ignited a new fire in her. She pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him. Hard, needy, so turned on they were both struggling to breathe.

She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned at the absolutely erotic feeling of it. He was gripping her waist, trying to keep himself together, the whole thing overwhelming his senses.

She pulled his underwear down, finally releasing his cock and he wanted to sigh in relief. She looked him over, all panting and flushed and hard for her - so red, tip wet with precum - and she groaned at the sight.

She pulled him back by his hair and kissed his neck as she started pumping him. He was putty in her hands and she was on an adrenaline high. It was so hot, the way he relinquished control to her. So hot she couldn't wait any longer. She rubbed his tip and he whined, causing a smirk to make its way onto her face. So fun to play with. She wanted to drag it out longer but they were on a clock after all, and she really wanted to feel him.

"You're gonna fuck me now. Yes?" He was moaning and nodding, so lost in lust it was hard to find his breath. "Yes?" She repeated and he struggled to find his words. "Ye-yes. Yes." His voice was trembling and it was the sexiest thing.

She wrapped her leg around him, pulling him closer, their cores touching. He was a mess, she was driving him absolutely insane and he didn't mind it one bit.

"Make it hard. I wanna feel you for days." His eyes rolled to the back of his head at her filthy orders. He groaned and nodded, kissing her lips in hopes she won't force him to speak again cause he didn't think he could.

He picked her up, legs wrapped around him, cock pressing into her soaked heat. She leaned half back against the wall and her fingers found their way into his hair again. She loved tugging on it, it was so fun, with his reactions always being so immediate.

He positioned himself at her entrance but before he could push in she pulled his hair to make him look at her. "You don't cum until I say so. Got it?" Fuck, he wanted to cry at how hot that was and how hard it was making him. He didn't think he'd ever been harder in his life.

"Yeah." He mumbled before he pushed inside her. And then they were both letting out desperate pants and low moans, trying so hard to stay quiet but so high on the feeling their self control was slipping.

He was following her orders - fucking her hard and deep, swallowing her moans, squeezing her ass and trying not to pass out from her rough tugs on his hair and the way she clenched around him. It was hot and sloppy and rough and needy and it felt so fucking good. So good that they were both approaching their highs a lot quicker than they expected.

The items on the shelves shook with how hard he was fucking her against the wall. Her nails were digging into his neck and shoulders, drawing groans from deep inside of him. If anyone passed the door they definitely would have known exactly what was going on inside. But they didn't give a shit. It felt too damn good that the risk was worth it.

She started clenching harder, getting closer to the peak and he slipped one hand between them to roughly rub at her clit. That was all it took for her to fall off the edge as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her screams, her climax rushing through her. It was so intense her eyes rolled back and she was definitely drawing blood with how hard her nails were pressing into his back.

He fucked her through her orgasm, twitching inside her from the intensity of her grip on his cock. He was so pussy drunk he could hardly handle it - so fucking close and he was trying so hard to stay in control, to wait for her say so.

As soon she came down from her high she was pushing him off of her. He was confused at how quickly she jumped down from him, leaving him hard and cold. It didn't take long for him to realize what she was doing as her knees hit the ground and her lips wrapped around his cock. The sight alone had him moaning. Her movements on him having him on the edge in no time.

She was sucking on him so good, tasting her own juices on his dick and moaning around him. He was whimpering with pleasure. She reached down and rubbed his balls and he was right there but she realized he was still holding back. And then she figured out why.

She pulled back, catching her breath. "Cum for me." And as soon as her lips wrapped back around him he did. He came inside her mouth, grunts leaving him as his climax took over and his knees buckled.

He came so hard he felt like he was floating. Her mouth moving on him, working him through his orgasm. It was absolute euphoria. She sucked on him hard, drawing out every last drop until she was sure he was finished. She pulled off of him, opening her mouth to show him his cum swirling in it. He whimpered at the sight - so pornographic he couldn't believe it was happening. And then she swallowed and licked her lips, making sure to get every drop. She licked him clean as his hands against the wall held him upright so he wouldn't fall.

She got up and kissed him, making him taste himself on her tongue and he moaned into her mouth. He swore her middle name must have been Trouble because she was crazy and he loved it.

She pulled away smiling at him, brushing back the hair that fell onto his forehead as they caught their breaths. She was so beautiful he could hardly believe she was real. He found himself smiling too, post orgasm high making them both giddy. She kissed him again, a sweet kiss that almost had him questioning if what just happened was real or if he'd imagined it. But the taste of him on her mouth was more than enough to convince him it was. He moaned into the kiss and she pulled back grinning.

She put her dress back in place and tried to fix her hair with her hands. He was still trying to steady his breathing, just looking at her in awe. She saw him and smirked. That damned smirk that started it all. Trouble.

"You should probably get dressed." She nodded her head down and he realized he was still standing there with his pants down and cock out. He blushed and she laughed reaching down to help him put his underwear back on.

"You're cute when you blush, you know?" She helped him buckle himself back up, his fingers still shaky. His cheeks were bright red now and it was endearing. A simple compliment made him react like that after everything they had just done. Fucking adorable.

She fixed his shirt for him and stood back looking him over, just to make sure he looked presentable enough to go back out into the world. His bow tie was crooked so she reached up to fix it. His eyes were focused on her, too in trance to do anything else but look. Look at this stunning woman in front of him. This filthy, troublesome, beautiful woman.

Her eyes snapped up to see him staring and she cocked a brow. "You're so pretty." She chuckled at his words and kissed his cheek, making him blush all over again. "So are you." She grinned and stepped back, turning round to unlock the door.

His mind finally caught up to him before she managed to turn the handle and he grasped her by the arm, gently. She turned around in question and he pulled her panties from his back pocket handing them to her. She smirked and shook her head leaving him confused.

"Keep 'em. You can give them back to me next time." And with that she opened the door and left him standing there, clutching her underwear, in pure shock over what just happened. Someone passed by the door and he quickly snapped out of it, tucking her panties back into his pocket and fighting off another boner that was quickly starting to form. Trouble.

She passed a mirror on her way back and took a second to fix her appearance. Her cheeks held a healthy flush and she was glowing with that post sex glow. She was sated and feeling happy. But that all came crashing down as soon as she stepped back into the dining hall and reality came flooding back.

Quickly making her way back to her seat, she tried hard not to meet his eye. She could feel his gaze burning into her and she knew - he knew what she'd been up to. And for some reason she felt shitty. She knew she didn't owe him anything. They'd had a one night stand, had no right to each other. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong. She had every right to sleep with whomever and do whatever she wanted.

And yet, the overwhelming guilt bubbling inside of her was claiming different. She felt ashamed and she hated herself for it. For letting him get to her like that. Because it had worked. She hadn't thought of him once when she was with JJ. She felt good and had fun. And she was going to be damned if she let this make her feel bad about herself. No way. She was a grown ass woman, with every right to enjoy herself and she wasn't going to let some guy have that kind of power over her.

Her eyes finally met his. Her resolve clear. She was not letting that guilt make itself at home. She was not some little girl, desperate to belong to a guy. Her plan remained the same; having as much fun as she could this summer before going back to her life and being responsible again.

Rafe could see it in her eyes - she didn't feel bad about it. It seemed for a while like she had, like she was struggling with something in her head. But it seemed she decided not to be bothered about hurting him or making him jealous. And that should have told him that she really didn't care, that she didn't feel the same things he did, that she was done with him. But all it did was make his resolve stronger. He wouldn't accept that, not just like that, not without speaking his piece. Not without showing her just how much he wanted her. Not without trying for her. For them.

He didn't care if she fucked every pogue on the island. He still wanted her. More than he wanted anything in his life. And as much as it hurt, he knew she wasn't in the wrong. He had no right to her, no monopoly. But he wasn't giving up without a fight. He would show her exactly why he was the only one she needed.

Whatever was going on at the table with his friends, Rafe didn't care. Whatever was going on at the table with her family, she didn't care. They were staring at each other, unwilling to relent. As if whoever blinked first admitted defeat. It was perhaps childish and ridiculous but there they were. And the more their eyes stayed on each other's, the more they were both feeling deep inside. The tension, the chemistry, that magnetic pull was still there, as strong as ever. Like it was oxygen in their lungs or iron in their blood. It was undeniable, powerful and real.

Eventually they did break contact, neither knew who it was that blinked first but they were pulled back into conversations at their respective tables, their companions none the wiser of the storms brewing inside of them. And as time passed, they felt the other's eyes on their bodies but they didn't meet again. Not until her family was ready to leave and panic stirred within him. He needed to talk to her. He couldn't just let her leave again without saying anything.

She gave him an intense and calculating look before she spun on her heels and followed her parents out of the club. He jumped up from his seat, leaving Topper and Kelce confused as he made to follow her without a word of explanation. All he could think about was catching up to her. Nothing else mattered.

He hurried out the door of the Island Club and laid eyes on her just as she was unlocking her car. Her parents were still chatting with their associates at a separate vehicle and he took the chance to corner her. He couldn't wait until the next time they accidentally ran into each other. He needed to talk to her now.

He crossed the parking lot in quick strides, reaching her just as she was opening her door. He pushed it closed and she jumped, startled. It took half a second for the scowl to reach her face and he was cursing under his breath. Why did she have to look so god damn adorable while she was mad. While he was mad at her. Fuck!

She stood her ground giving him a look that said - better speak now before I slam this door in your face. She cocked a brow at his dumbstruck expression and silence, rolling her eyes and grabbing the handle again. He grasped her shoulders and turned her around, crowding her against the car with his hands on either side of her.

The breeze blew through her hair and that sweet smell of strawberries and cream invaded his senses making him close his eyes. That damn scent. The same one that had all but disappeared from his pillow from the time they showered together and his hair smelled like hers. He had been breathing it in for two whole days trying to envision her by his side, to pretend she was there. And even though she wasn't, the scent lingered. It drove him insane.

He took a deep breath, forcing his eyes open. She was looking at him with a mix of confusion and excitement running through her veins. He was so close, his warmth enveloping her just like it had that night at the beach. She wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. Dangerous.

This was exactly why she needed to stay away from him. When he was close she couldn't think straight, she wanted to fall into him and never let go. Which is why him being so persistent was starting to piss her off. She was holding onto her sanity by a thin fucking thread and the more he chased her the closer she was to falling off the edge and crashing into a bottomless pit of feelings, hurt and heartbreak.

She made to push him away, get him out of her personal space, to breathe air that wasn't so infused with him - but he caught her hands against his chest and she didn't have the strength to do it anymore. She wanted to cry. Why couldn't he leave her be? Why couldn't he just move on and let her live in peace? Let her forget and move on from this? It was impossible.

His eyes were desperately searching hers, taking in every freckle on her face. Feeling the warmth of her wrists in his hands, like fire on his skin. He wanted to kiss her so badly his entire body was aching for it. Wanted to drop to his knees and beg her to give him a chance. To cry and hug her and never let go. It was impossible.

"Rafe..." His name leaving her lips sounded like a prayer. He wanted to melt into her right there and then. But she was pushing at him, finally gathering some of her strength.

She managed to push him a foot away and took a breath in hopes she'd feel stronger. But his essence still remained in the air around her, as if mocking her for thinking it would be so easy breaking from his spell. She almost cried - feeling weak and pathetic - like she needed him to hold her and she hated that. Hated feeling like that. So vulnerable, so small.

When she looked up at him her eyes were glossy and his heart clenched at the sight. She was hurting too. He could see it clearly then. She felt something too and she could deny it all she wanted but it was written on her face and the way she held back tears. She was stubborn. So damn stubborn. And so, so beautiful.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and she had to refrain from leaning into his touch. Instead she pulled back and crossed her arms over her chest in hopes of creating a boundary between them. Any kind of safety net between him and her aching heart.

He let his arms fall back at his sides and clenched his fists to keep from touching her. They stood there for what could have been a moment or a century, they couldn't say. Her parents had left without sparing them a second glance and she wasn't surprised but a sliver of anger coursed through her. Now she was alone with him. All alone in this big parking lot with no one to save her from herself. Dangerous.

"I missed you." His words were soft, full of longing and something else she wasn't ready to read into. When her eyes met his again they were eerily empty. No longer on the verge of tears. She was closed up tight like a safe and it left him frustrated. Why did she have to make it all so difficult?

"It's been two days." Her voice was cool, steady, not giving anything away. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for a second." He was putting it out there. It shook her how open and vulnerable he was being, she wasn't used to it. It didn't seem like he was either, given how awkward he looked. But he wasn't holding back. He was being honest. It terrified her because she could feel herself melting and her walls were make believe as it was, she didn't know how much of it she could take.

"It'll pass." There it was. The cut. The only way she knew how to push him away was to make it hurt. And she hated herself for it. Hated the look on his face when she said it. Hated the way he swallowed his pain down. Hated how small he looked while towering over her. Hated it all.

But he wasn't giving up yet. "I don't think so." He closed the gap between them, not quite touching but right there, a breath away. She could feel it. Feel him slipping past her defenses, the facade, making his way inside like a vice taking over her system. It was scary how easily she could feel him inside her chest and heart and she wanted to kiss him. So badly. But it was her head that was desperately trying to grasp the threads that the universe seemed to want to manipulate in his favor - trying to change course, to protect her.

"Give it a few more days." He took a deep breath at that, trying to keep his temper in check. Her feigned indifference was so blatantly obvious and it was making him angry. He was trying so hard. Opening up to her the way he never had with anyone before. So desperately trying to get her to admit she felt something for him too. Just to give him that little bit of hope that he wasn't alone in it. Some fucking silver lining to hold onto.

"You think if I go fuck someone else right now I'll feel better?" She looked like he slapped her. "Do you? Feel better?" She had to swallow down the sting that came with her thinking of him actually moving on with someone else. Took everything in her to convince herself that that was exactly what he should do. He needed to move on and give her a chance to put herself back together. To breathe. To let him go.

"If that's what works, yeah. Fuck me out of your system and you'll be okay." She gave him a fake smile and tried turning around but he pushed her onto the car, trapping her there. "Did it work for you? Hmm?" She gulped at the fire in his eyes and the way he was holding her so tight. "Did he fuck me out of your system?" She was holding back tears now. "Did he? Huh? Are you over me, now?" It hurt so bad to have him so close and so angry at her. So desperate to get her to let her guard down for one second. Just one second.

The way his eyes bore into hers, the way his body was pinning her against the car door, the way his hands were holding her as if she'd disappear if he let go, drove her mad. She could feel every muscle of his straining against her, every ridge of his hard body wired tight from frustration. Frustration at her; how stubborn she was, that pogue touching her, how fucking pretty she was, how good she smelled and how badly he wanted to remind her just how good it was when they were together.

It was like a spark was set alight with both their hurt and anger and it was spreading through every cell in their bodies. That pull, that stubborn, annoying, magnetic pull, making them shake with need and want. The tension at a breaking point. They were both wound up and breathing heavily. Him trying to stop himself from taking her right there. Her trying to stop herself from letting him.

She took a deep breath and shoved him off of her roughly. "Yes." Lie. Big fucking lie. "I am." He could see it. She was lying through her teeth.

"Yeah?" He got in her face again. "You sure about that, angel?" The pet name had her holding back a whimper, his energy so possessive and dangerous and hot. So hot. She wanted to curse her body for betraying her desire. Curse him for being so persistent in reading her like an open book.

"Yeah? So if I check right now your panties won't be soaked for me? Huh?" His filthy words nearly had her eyes rolling back. She needed to get control of the situation and she needed to do it now.

"Yes." Her voice shook. Just a little. But enough for him to pick up on. And then he smirked and she knew she was fucked.

That damned smirk made the tingles in her heat turn into a burning fire. She was so close to giving in and he knew it. He had her right where he wanted her.

"No. They won't." The conviction in her voice took him by surprise. He could tell she was just as turned on as he was. So why did she sound so sure of herself?

She used his confusion to her advantage and pushed him off of her again. He didn't protest. Did she mean it? Was he wrong? Was it all in his head? And then her words nearly knocked him on his ass in shock.

"I'm not wearing any." His brain short circuited and he was left gaping at her like an idiot. She took advantage of it and quickly made her way inside her car, closing the door. By the time his brain rebooted she was turning the key in the ignition.

He wanted to stop her, to rip that door open and take her. Bend her over and bury himself inside her until she screamed for him and everyone, including Maybank, knew who she belonged to.

But she was backing up before he could and he was left standing there in the dust, panting, with a hard cock, wanting to scream with anger and arousal.

She knew exactly what she was doing, telling him that. She knew what his reaction would be. Knew it would drive him insane. But she also gave him the confirmation he had so desperately been searching for. She was just as into him as he was her. She was turned on, wet for him. She wanted to throw him off with her smart comment but she gave him exactly what he needed - hope. His resolve was stronger than ever. He was going to make her his. He would fight tooth and nail for her. Put his blood and sweat and tears into making them happen. Because she did feel it. He wasn't alone.

He grinned thinking that if that was how she wanted to play it, he would give as good as he got. He would drive her crazy until she finally accepted her feelings. He wasn't going anywhere. He was hers and she was his. He would make her see it soon enough.

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tvreadsandsleep · 2 years ago

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Over the last several days, Namora had noted Attuma’s despondence, his mood a heavy cloud that weighed on those close to him. Sure, he ate and trained, the accuracy and strength of his blows still lethal to those not Talokanil and his speed unmatched by any surface dweller, but the fire that had once been the hallmark of his being was absent. And, while he’d been spending more time in Talokan, he hadn’t been taking part in the evening festivities as he'd done before.

Genuinely concerned, she sought him out, entering Wakanda to visit the residence he shared with his wife. It was near to the river, its side steps practically submerged in the water. It was here she discovered him, seated on a swing located on their house’s wrap around porch, a feature she’d not seen on any of the other Wakandan homes.

“Attuma,” she called, drawing his attention. The fact that he hadn’t already been aware and prepared at the movement of an uninvited guest entering his space was testament to how unlike himself he was being.

“Namora,” he responded, voice dull. “What brings you here?” He’d posed the question, but, in his inflection, it was clear that he was uninterested in the answer.

“I have come to check on you. You have not been yourself of late.”

Sighing, he turned from her, his focus returning to the sky. The full moon hung high overhead, casting a subdued light over the calm night.

“How am I to go on as though unaffected when my sun is gone?” He seemed to pose the question more to himself than to her.

Hurrying the rest of the way onto the porch, Namora joined him on the swing. She angled her body toward his and grabbed hold of his nearest arm. She knew the nickname he had for his wife, the man incessantly uttering the term of endearment when she was around.

“What do you mean ‘the sun is gone’? Has your wife left you?” she gasped. Her eyes widened as she worked to process this new information. It certainly explained his change in mood. Though, why he hadn’t come to her or K’uk’ulkan was beyond her. Yes, at its start, she’d been less than thrilled with their union. Then, the treaty between Talokan and Wakanda had been in its infancy, and the trust had not yet been truly built.

With formally meeting the woman and getting to know her, Namora had changed her opinion. She’d even grown to admire their relationship, longing for one of her own as she witnessed their moments of tenderness. She’d come to think that they would be like her parents, falling deeper in love with each passing year until they found themselves old and gray—surrounded by children and grandchildren, their home the epicenter of their family’s merriment and treasured memories.

It appeared as though that would not be the case. She mourned the loss, though not her own, feeling a deep sadness on Attuma’s behalf.

Namora was abruptly brought back to the present when Attuma shook off her hands. He leveled a glare in her direction.

“Be still your tongue! Do not wish such horror on me!” Calming, he pouted, his form relaxing back into the seat. “My sun, my light, my Okoye has been sent on an away mission. She will be gone from me for several weeks. It feels as though she has taken all the luster in my life with her…” He trailed off, falling, again, deep in his morose.

Namora gave him a hard look, incredulous as all the sympathy she’d felt for him dissolved in an instant. Slapping the back of his head, she stood from the swing and muttered to herself while making her way back to the river.

“Useless, overdramatic men. I don’t know who is worse: him or K’uk’ulkan, fawning over their women as though they have lost the ability to do anything but… The sun is gone, my foot.”

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nightingaelic · 4 years ago

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Companions react to a Courier with the Eye for Eye perk just walking around with half their limbs broken because the pain is literally making them stronger.

TW: Blood, gore

The courier was nowhere to be found when their companion awoke beneath the soft firelight of the Dead Horses' torches and the bright eyes of the man who led them.

"I believe they've left us for the evening," the Burned Man said in his usual aloof tone, even as he reclined behind his workbench in Angel Cave. "I've never walked the path of a courier, but I imagine it transfers a certain restlessness to an individual. Staying in one place loses some of its charm. Your particular courier, however, lets that instinct drive them to the point of being foolhardy."

As if to prove Joshua Graham's speculation correct, the courier staggered into the cave, their clothes torn and bloodied. Despite sporting an obvious limp, an arm curled protectively against their chest and deep claw marks all over their face, they were shouldering a yao guai's severed head alongside their full traveling pack and wearing a wild smile.

Arcade Gannon: "God dammit." Arcade disentangled himself from his bed roll and rushed to the courier's side, ignoring Graham's obvious disapproval at his taking the Lord's name in vain. "I told you not to run off into the canyon without packing extra stimpaks. Here, let me-"

The courier stopped his fumbling hands with both of theirs. Arcade looked down in shock at the broken arm that was firmly grasping his fingers, then up into their frenzied eyes. "Six, you need-"

"I don't." The courier spat some blood out onto the dirt floor of the cave. "I don't. The Sorrows... White Bird..."

Arcade mentally cursed the tribe up the river, then just as quickly withdrew the malevolent thoughts. It wasn't their fault the courier went looking for injuries. "Datura root? Okay, sit down, over there. Take a load off."

The courier limped over to the chair Joshua Graham was offering. They sank into it with a sigh and let the yao guai head fall to the floor, where it began to bleed onto their boots. "Thanks," they said. "I should-"

Arcade stuck them in the arm with the stimpak he kept concealed for these occasions, and they screeched, loud enough to cause even the Malpais Legate to jump. "Fucking hell, Arcade! Not again!"

Craig Boone: Boone jumped to his feet. "I can't be your spotter if you keep leaving me behind, Six. Tell me you haven't been using that junk again."

In answer, the courier pulled an empty Sunset Sarsaparilla bottle rigged with a hose and tin foil from inside their pack and tossed it aside. "Last dose, I swear. Not that it helped much in close quarters."

They lifted the yao guai head high over their own, striking a victorious pose. "Shouldn't bother the Dead Horses or the Sorrows again, unless there really is a ghost out there."

Boone and Graham stared at the courier, particularly at their bent arm. "You require medical attention," Graham pointed out. "Shall I fetch the shaman?"

"No thank you." The courier made a face and heaved the animal's head across the room. It flew through the air in a nice arc, bounced twice, then rolled to a stop at the Burned Man's feet.

"Six..." Boone said testily.

The courier groaned, familiar with the serious tone. "Fine. But I've had worse scrapes, and you know it."

Lily Bowen: "Pumpkin!" Lily shrieked and rushed to the courier's side. Her hands flew up and around them, but every time she attempted to touch them she recoiled out of fear of causing pain. "Pumpkin, you need to see a doctor."

"We've been over this, Lily," the courier replied, attempting to skirt around the nightkin that blocked their way. "It hurts, but I work through it, and I always come out on top of whatever caused it."

"Sweetness, you're bleeding." Lily finally located a portion of the courier that wasn't in danger of extra bruising and took hold of them, sweeping them up into a gentle fireman's carry. "We'll go visit that nice Waking Cloud lady and get you fixed up."

"Lily, put me down!" The courier squirmed atop the super mutant. To the surprise of everyone involved, they managed to unbalance her enough to send both of them tumbling to the cave floor.

Joshua Graham looked down at the courier, who was wrestling for control of their leg in order to escape Lily's grasp. "God protect you," he said, but it wasn't clear who he was speaking to.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Mij@." Raul approached the courier carefully, trying to locate all of their new bumps and scrapes. He was more than familiar with their latest attempts to prove their own strength, but it pained him to see them like this. Still, he knew better than to try to force medicine into them, now. "Estoy aquí para ti. Can I help?"

They tensed for a moment, as he'd expected, but a few more soothing words sent their shoulders back down. "Sí. I'm... I'm tired."

Ignoring the Burned Man's protests, Raul claimed the room's chair and carried it over to them. They eased into it, wincing slightly but still clinging to their belongings. Raul convinced them to hand their weapons, pack and bear head over one by one, all the while assuring them that he meant no harm, no offense, no judgment.

"You can't keep doing this, Six," he said, when they finally let him inspect their broken arm. He could see the bone under the skin, out of place in an obvious way that would've had him laid up in bed for weeks.

"I can handle-"

"I know you can." Raul fixed them in his gaze. "I can't."

They smiled sadly. "Lo siento. I'll try to be more careful."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass rolled her eyes. "Figures. Waited until I was asleep, then you ran off to have all the fun on your lonesome. Let's get you cleaned up, Six."

She lunged for the courier, but despite their precarious state they managed to dodge her. "Uh-uh. I'm invincible. You're gonna ruin it."

"Invincible?" Cass dashed to block their escape. "Sure, you can probably still kick my ass, but you sure as hell can't outrun me."

"Might the pair of you take this little game outside," Graham grumbled from his seat.

"Shut it, Burnt Man," Cass shot back.

The courier couldn't help but giggle at that. "Burned. Burned Man."

"Oh, you're gonna give me grammar lessons?" Cass lunged again and managed to seize a handful of the courier's tattered coat. "Give them to me up close. I dare you."

In response, the courier grabbed Cass' arm with their broken one and easily flung her around them in a circle, until she went somersaulting away onto the ground. "There's lesson one."

Cass sat up and jammed her hat back on her head. "Fine. Damn."

Veronica Santangelo: "How are you walking?!?" Veronica stared, open-mouthed, at the bloody figure in the cave entrance.

The courier shrugged, then winced at their own movement. "Does it matter? I'm alive."

"Yeah, but life won't be much of a comfort if you don't get some of those fractures set right." Veronica rose from her bed roll and approached them carefully. Her eyes flickered from wound to wound, and she tutted as she drew back the loose pieces of fabric that the yao guai had ripped to shreds. "Get over here and make yourself useful, Graham. Six, you probably shouldn't be awake when I start putting you back together."

They withdrew their limp arm from her grasp firmly. "Leave it be. It gave me the energy I needed to finish the thing off."

"Adrenaline will do that," Veronica agreed. "But its shelf life is short. Pretty soon you're going to be wishing that bear took your head off. Graham, I meant what I said, go find me some boiled water and bandages or I'll personally deliver your location to Caesar myself."

"Caesar is well aware of my current whereabouts," Graham replied evenly. "You would do well to listen to the Scribe, courier."

"Both of you?" The courier deflated. "Fine. Just get me a drink before you start moving bones around."

ED-E: The eyebot beeped in an alarmed manner as the courier swayed on their feet. It swiveled its dome between the injured friend and the bandaged man, who caught the movement and shook his head. "While you were updating your programming, your master was testing the limits of their own abilities, robot. It is not my place to interfere."

ED-E made a flat blaaaaat sound at him that sounded scornful, and floated over to the courier's side. The courier laughed. "Don't worry about me, little guy. It takes more than one yao guai to ruin my day."

Rex: The scent of the yao guai's and the courier's blood filled Rex's nostrils, and he rose from his sleeping hollow with a whine, unsure. When the courier beckoned him, he trotted over and began licking their visible wounds, sparing a growl here and there for the yao guai head that hung on their back.

Graham regarded the cyberdog with something akin to affection. "He senses your pain, courier. You would do well to set him at ease."

"He's seen me closer to death than this," they replied, scratching the dog behind the ears with their good arm. "And if the White Legs hear about the courier who walks through broken bones, maybe they'll think twice about attacking the people I'm friends with."

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angelasscribbles · 3 years ago

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My Best Friends Girls Chapter 12: Coronation Ball

Series: My Best Friends Girl

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rys, Riley Campbell

Rating: R

Warnings: none

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I left the next morning. I could have stayed. Being lifelong friends with the Beaumont’s would have been reason enough to hang out for the few days between the bash and the coronation ball. But the coronation ball was the entire reason I had to get back to the palace. Of course, the planning had been going on for weeks, but there was still a lot to do, a lot to finalize.

So, I had a couple of my people pose as maids sent over by the temp agency Bert’s been using since his regular staff quit. With the bash over and the guests gone, she was pretty safe with the Beaumont’s, so a couple of undercover guards would be enough.

I knew she arrived back at the palace the night before the ball and was there all day the morning of, but I didn’t see her until the ball officially started. By then, four days had gone by and, if I’m being honest, I was pretty desperate to lay eyes on her.

I stood at the bar near the back and watched as she moved through the receiving line. Watching Liam’s face as he talked to her, I wondered how any of the other ladies still thought they had a chance. When she noticed me, she made a beeline for me, which sent happiness and anxiety sparking through me all at the same time.

“Riley.” I struggled to keep my voice neutral.

“Drake. I’m happy to see you! I know you don’t like these events much.”

“I do it for Liam.” I told her. “I guess I should congratulate you.” There was more bitterness in that statement than I had intended.

“Oh?”

“You look exactly like one of them. I guess you are one of them, now. This time tomorrow, you might be the future queen, and then our lives are going to go in very different directions.” I was going to lose her completely. Not that I ever had her. She wasn’t mine; she never was.

“Drake, if I’m chosen to be the queen, I’ll still be me.” She said softly, placatingly.

“Looking at you now….” My eyes ran longingly over her face, her body, “it’s hard to believe that. This place has a way of changing people…and some of us liked the girl you used to be. You know that, right?”

“I promise, I’m still the same Riley. If I get too cocky, just remind me that the first time we met, I was taking out the garbage and waiting tables.” She gave me an encouraging smile.

I shook my head, “Feels like so long ago now. Can’t believe it’s only been a few months.”

“Yeah. But after everything that’s happened, if feels more like once upon a time….” She glanced around the ballroom.

“Spare me, Campbell. Fairy tales are for kids.” My fucking heart hurt.

“I suppose you’re right. Life here isn’t all sparkles and fairy godmothers.” She sighed wistfully.

“I’m glad you’re seeing it for what it is.” Why am I being such an ass?

“It’s nice to get a chance to talk to you tonight.” She looked at me sadly and I felt like the biggest ass in the world. Shit. I needed to apologize.

“Riley, I….” Why was it so hard to just say what I was really feeling?

“What is it?”

“I….”

“There you guys are!” Hana swooped in, followed closely by Maxwell.

“Whoa, Drake dressed up.” Max let out a whistle. I ignored him.

Music cascaded through the room as the first waltz began. Oh, what the hell? I was supposed to be staying close to her and Madeleine had Liam occupied anyway. “Riley, would you like to dance?”

She looked at me in surprise, “I thought you said you couldn’t waltz?”

“I said I didn’t, not that I couldn’t.”

I swept her into my arms, finally. I’d been watching her at these events for months, always wishing it was me spinning her around the dance floor. And I hate dancing, especially ballroom dancing. But it felt different with her. Having her in my arms was worth it. In fact, I didn’t even mind, I found myself enjoying the music, the movement, but mostly the having her in my arms part.

“You’re good at this.” She said.

“Don’t sound so impressed. I had the same instructors as Liam.” I tried to focus on the steps, not how good she felt in my arms.

“Of course.”

“You’re not so bad at it yourself.” I gave her a tentative smile.

“Why, thank you, kind sir!” She giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“This is nice.” I said. Why would I say that? That sounded cheesy and stupid and pointless.

“It is.” She agreed with a genuine smile. “We should do it more often.”

We should?

“You never know.” I replied and, as usual, wanted to kick myself. You never know? What was that?

“You should spin me now.” She said and I did.

She stepped out and away, hand still grasped in mine. I lifted my arm and she spun perfectly back into my arms.

“Wow. That was impressive.”

“Are you saying I impressed you?” She said teasingly. Was she flirting? Why couldn’t I tell? I’ve never had trouble reading a woman’s signals before. Maybe because I never cared as much before. The irony.

“You always seem to impress me, Campbell.” I told her seriously as the dance ended. “Well, I guess I should thank you for the dance.”

“We’ll make a gentleman of you yet.” She was definitely teasing now.

“I hope not.” I laughed.

We spent the next hour or so cheering Hana up because her parents were calling her home as soon as the coronation was over.

At some point, I broke away from the group. After all, I was still working. Once I’d made the rounds and checked in with all my men, I sat down at a bar than had been set up on the grounds. No one was manning it, but I had a good view of the entrance, and it was an unobtrusive spot.

Somehow, she found me. Was she looking for me? What was she even doing outside?

“Can we talk?”

I sighed and gestured to the seat next to me. “Go ahead, you know I’m aways willing to talk to you.”

I looked away because I didn’t want to look at her. I glanced regretfully at the unmanned bar and asked, “What’s a guy got to do to get a drink around here?”

I meant it rhetorically, but she stepped behind the bar and started mixing something up, teasing me about the ingredients the whole time. At least whiskey was one of the ingredients. She handed me the finished product and I sniffed it tentatively. I took a sip. “Hey, this is actually good!”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I told you, I’ve worked as a bartender.” She gave me a playful push on the arm.

“Well, you’re good at it.” I told her.

“Not that good, last customer didn’t even leave a tip.” She joked.

“Sorry. Must have left my wallet in my other fancy suit.” I shrugged.

“Speaking of that, you look very handsome.” She reached over and smoothed down my lapels.

“I mean, I know I’m not a prince….” I could feel myself blushing furiously.

“You clean up good Drake.” She said as she dropped her hands away. I wished she’d keep them there.

“Thanks.” I looked down to try and hide how flushed I was.

“And here I thought you said you’d only dress up if there was someone you wanted to impress.” Again, there was a tone in her voice that I couldn’t quiet identify.

“Yeah, well….I guess maybe I found someone worth impressing.” That’s right, genius, make it even more awkward.

“Drake…”

“If only for tonight.” I took a long drink. “Anyway, I’m glad we were able to have a few minutes out here together. Thanks for the drink, Campbell.”

She regarded me seriously for a minute before saying , “I wanted to ask….it seemed like you were about to say something earlier?”

“I was going to say that I was wrong. No matter what happens tonight….crown or no crown, engaged or…not, you’re still you.” I held my glass up to her in salute.

She gave me a quizzical look, “Weren’t you just telling me how I’m one of them now?”

I sighed and looked up to the heavens for guidance. “I was being an idiot. I shouldn’t have said that. I knew it as soon as the words were out of my mouth. You didn’t deserve that.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Drake, is that as close as you come to an apology?”

“You don’t let me get away with anything, do you?” And I love that about you. I turned to face her and placed my hand over my heart, “Lady Riley Campbell, I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

“Thank you.” She gave me a satisfied smirk.

I swirled my drink around in the glass as I contemplated my next words. “It’s just that, in that moment, you reminded me of Savannah. How she was that last night we went out, at that party. She was so happy in her fancy gown, with her hair all done up. So hopeful. She lit up the entire room. She really believed that she belonged, that she was one of them. And I still don’t even know what happened to her, what made her leave. Whatever it was, it was bad, it broke her. I’ll never forget how devastated she looked the before she disappeared. She looked hopeless, like she’d given up.”

I paused and looked back at her face, took a deep breath then finished, “When I looked at you tonight…I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the same thing happening to you. This place seems shiny and wonderful, but the truth is, it breaks people. I don’t ever want to see you broken.” Because that would break me.

“Drake, I’m not Savannah.”

“Believe me, I know that.” Jesus, did I know that. The things I feel for you are far from brotherly. “You’re stronger than she was. If anyone can survive this place…it’s you.”

I looked away again, then back as I told her, “Hell, Campbell. My life would’ve been so much easier if I could’ve just hated you. I-“

I sighed and looked down into my drink.

“What were you thinking just now?” She asked, her voice quite and gentle.

My eyes slowly climbed back up to her face. “I was thinking…if this is the last time I’m going to be alone with you before you’re an engaged woman….I’d be a damned fool not to kiss you.” That was the last thing I should have been saying, or thinking, or doing.

“Then kiss me.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. In an instant I had her in my arms, kissing her deeply. One hand splayed across her back, the other tangled in her hair. I kissed her like I was a drowning man and she was oxygen. Everything faded away. I forgot to be cautious about where we were. Right out in the open where anyone could have seen us. I forgot everything expect how she felt and tasted and smelled. I could have kissed her all night. I could have kissed her forever.

When I pulled away, I leaned my forehead on hers and said, “I want to remember this. Right here. I don’t want to know what happens next. I just want to stay in this moment here with you.”

“Drake…” She sighed softly as she leaned forward again, her hands pulling my face back down into another kiss. She definitely kissed me that time. I groaned as I leaned into her, my hands ghosted down her back to her hips. One hand skimmed up her side then over to rub across the soft fabric covering her breast. Her nipple was rock hard under my touch. Fuck! My breathing accelerated and I was sure she could hear my heart thundering in my chest.

Her hand was sliding up my thigh when the doors opened, and party goers spilled out onto the grounds. Damn it! I let go and scooted quickly away from her. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

But really, wasn’t if for the best? She was going to be engaged to my best friend, probably within the hour, right?

“You’d better head back inside.” I said without looking at her.

“What about you?” Was that concern in her voice? A note of regret? Or was I just hearing what I wanted to hear? Yeah, probably that last one.

I finally lifted my eyes to look at her. “I’ll be out here until…it’s time.”

I watched her walk back inside then I took another sip of the drink she’d made me, leaned back against the bar and stared up at the sky wondering how the hell I’d gotten to this place. I wanted her so bad my entire body was on fire. That kiss had left me thrumming with need. My desire was so palpable I was sure anyone that looked at me could see it. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the rest of the night. Or the rest of my life for that matter.

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the shape of you - (smut)

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

word count: 5.1K

summary: the mandalorian saves an intergalatic sex worker from a prison ship and brings her on board the razor crest. tensions begin to rise between the two as one night goes in a direction the other did not expect.

rating: EXPLICIT (minors dni) -- mentions of sex work/slavery, sexual dancing, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female receiving), doggystyle, begging, rough sex, breeding kink??, cursing.

a/n: this is my first time not writing in first person for a fanfic so sorry if it’s hard to read at some points!!

alternative link: ao3.

Ever since you were saved by The Mandalorian from the prison ship, for reasons that are still unknown to you, a sense of relief and freedom coursed through your body. If only The Mandalorian knew about your fate, he may sympathize with you more. All throughout your life, ever since your adolescence have you been bought and sold by many throughout the galaxy, either for entertainment or pleasure. If the authorities had not raided the trading ship you were on board upon you were to be in the hands of Jabba The Hutt; a grotesque-looking crime lord you were certainly relieved to be rid from. But alas, luck then comes with its flaws and instead you were trapped in a cell in the nowhere realms of the galaxy -- beginning to wonder if your body would wither away and die in the cell for years to come.

You had never set eyes on a Mandalorian until that day, not even as a client. You thought them more mythical than their opposing Jedi Knights. The shine of his helmet and his strong arms whisking you to safety brought a sense of optimism into your world view. It made you realise that there are some good people in the galaxy. And once you were on board his ship and encountered The Child, the sight of something so precious gave you a nurturing urge. The Mandolorian’s protectiveness over The Child was so rare to you. It made you yearn for his protectiveness, for a man like him to defend you at every corner. It made you want to be noticed.

Once arriving to a planet, The Mandalorian promised to bring back supplies, one of them included fresh clothes to replace the revealing garments you wore. You asked if the lack of fabric was distracting, showing your natural alluring nature. To which The Mandalorian replied with a bluntly logical answer, saying the clothes will not be suitable for travelling. As much as you agreed, you wished that he loosened up with you a bit more, beginning to wonder if The Mandalorian was even finding your company pleasant.

That night he returned with a sack-full of supplies. He arranged supper for the night, feeding The Child first before it grew too tired to eat, shortly after putting it to bed in its shut-off container within the ship. You had requested The Mandalorian some spotchka if he could find any, to which you looked through the sack to see an untouched bottle full of the glowing blue liquid. A smile came to your face and you immediately poured two glasses of the liquid. When the Mandalorian entered the room, you held his glass with an outreached hand, beckoning him to drink it. Then you said some words:

“I wanted to make a toast, in celebration! To thank you for saving my life yesterday. I would have gone out and gotten the beverage myself, if you hadn’t forbidden me to leave the ship.” You said, a sweet smile creeping onto your face, feeling a little bashful as you stood in front of his towering figure.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” He said, his helmet tilting down as he glanced at the drink in his hand. “But I shouldn’t drink on the job.”

“I only ask for one drink, Mando. Just for tonight. I’ll look away when you take sips of it.” You promised, hoping he will feel more at ease with that statement.

He gave a low hum in agreement, bringing a smile to your face. You wished you could see his smile, see his face. See how he reacts to your presence. You clinked your glass against his and immediately turned around, taking a sip of your drink. Your inner voice urged you to turn, to take a glance at his complexion. Yet, another voice also commented on how the mystery of his identity fills you with arousal. You shook the feelings burning inside and whisked the rest of the blue liquid down your throat, gasping in quenched thirst. You hesitated before turning, “Can I turn around now?

“Oh um- Yes. Thank you.” He assured. Oh my, he was so polite. Possibly the only gentlemen you have encountered with such manners. You turned around, pouring yourself another glass of spotchka to go with your supper. To save Mando some rest you prepared the food and served him by a small table in the corner of the ship’s small room, taking a seat next to him.

Once you cleared up for supper, The Mandalorian willingly sat with you for a few more minutes. He seemed to be curious about you, asking questions that you were obliged to answer, if you wanted him to trust you. You wanted to reassure him that you were not a threat.

“How did you end up in the prison ship?” The Mandalorian asked, trying not to allude to your clothes giving away that information.

“I have been a slave ever since I was an adolescence. When I came of age, I began to do dancing and sexual service for whoever bought me. I was on a trading ship to Tatooine when the New Republic raided and took prisoners. I lost count of the days, but I was roughly in there for over a month.” Telling your story felt hesitant. You wondered how he would take to you being a sex slave, as a lot of people frown upon it. You wondered if he was disgusted or sympathetic, it was hard to tell his reaction with his helmet on.

“Why did you save me? I am internally grateful, of course. But what made you do it? You seemed to be in a rush to escape.” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.

“I have seen many women like you.” The Mandalorian said, “I have done bounties for crime lords who keep their own sex slaves. As much as I needed the credits, it always pained me to leave with those women trapped with that life forever. I recognised your clothes; it was the ones they wore too. I thought, if I save someone like you once in my life, I would feel less guilty.”

His words moved you. It is very rare to see someone talk to you as a human. Many treated you and other sex slaves like objects, like droids without feeling. They did not care what you liked or adored, they only cared about their gain. The work has taken an emotional toll on you as much as it was hard to admit. Every day you wished you could be free, live in a home on a peaceful planet, fall in love, raise a family. That is not hard to ask for, is it?

“Well, you have made one more slave happy.” You said, reaching your hand to place it on top of his. He stared into your eyes, entranced for a moment, before nodding his helmet and giving your hand a gentle squeeze before retrieving it back onto his lap. After a few seconds of content silence, admiring him for a moment, you spoke up.

“Want to see some of my dancing?” You said, trying to lighten up the mood. “Don’t worry! I won’t touch you or anything!”

“I um- I dunno . . .” Hesitation dominated his voice, the first time you detected emotion from him. He leaned back on his chair and rubbed the back of his clothed neck.

“Honestly, it’s not as raunchy as you think it would be. I know how to be graceful when I need to be.” You said with a hint of light-heartedness. Once your words convinced him, he let out a low sigh and nodded his head.

“Go on then. Show me what you’ve got.”

A smile erupted on your face and you rose to your feet, positioning yourself from a comfortable distance in front of Mando. You raised your delicate arms outward to begin your routine. A routine that you have memorized for years, one that showcases your grace and beauty for audiences. Counting mentally in your head, you begin to move your arms softly either side of you. Your hips began to sway, your head held high to show your face. You moved your feet to slowly turn around, showing all the lines and bends of your body. The fabric of your dress swayed with the motions and complimented your skin. You stepped from side to side, giving graceful twirls, lifting your leg in a cursive shape like a ballerina. Your arms still moved like a dignified snake, going from up other your head to around your waist and along the small of your back. A content smile lay upon your face and your eyes peaked towards The Mandalorian through your winking eyelashes; a habit you took up to intrigue watchers and make them bashful. Even without music, you fell into your element and became lost in your movements. When being a slave is a horrible life to live, the dancing made you have a passion.

The Mandalorian could not take his eyes off you. He sat content at first, until your movements made him shift in his chair as he watched how your body moved with such beauty. Under his helmet, he bit the inside of his cheek. Yet, his eyes stayed traced on you, knowing you would have no idea where his eyes lay from the blockage of his helmet. He could not stop the thoughts that flowed through his mind, thoughts relating to your body. How you were posed so perfectly from the core of your body to the ends of your fingertips. You never slouched or tripped over your feet; every movement was without failure. And your hips, God, he could not take his eyes off your hips. And when you would turn and expose your backside; your rich-colour underwear cloaked under the sheer fabric of your dress revealing your smooth skin. The deeper he got into his thoughts, the more he became out of tune with his surroundings. And when you stopped dancing, his eyes were still fixated on you.

“Sorry if that wasn’t the best, I’ve did better before.” You humbly said, oblivious to the state you have put The Mandalorian under. Your voice knocked him out of his trance and out of shock, he shot up from his seat so quickly it startled you. His armour clanked against the table clumsily and his body grew stiff to keep himself steady. The bewilderment in your eyes lingered as you observed his tall body towering over you. You looked so petite next to his stature.

“Mando- Is everything okay?” You asked, a shiver running down your spine as your eyes trailed down his body. Only now did you realise how tense he was, noticing the fabric of his uniform clenching to his toned body. You could see how strong his arms were, your eyes darting from either side. If only you could just reach out and touch them, fall into his embrace. Your legs grew weak at the thought of being so close to him. Yearning for the proximity between you to come to a close.

The Mandalorian feared to move, until a sensation ran through his body like moments before. His face grew worrisome under his disguise and he slowly looked down. That is when he noticed the tent formed between his groins. A rush of fluster grew on his face and down his neck.

“I-I’m uh- I’m going to bed.” He called, rushing towards the door of his small chambers, leaving you dumbfounded by the dining area. His sudden goodbyes made you frown, and your head turned abruptly towards his door, only capturing the wisp of his cloak and the door closing shut. Suddenly a wave of anxiety flew over you, convinced that you offended him. As you were desperate to state an apology, still naive to his situation, you marched towards his chamber door.

The Mandalorian marched in panic up and down his small chamber. A situation like this has never happened in a long time, at least not in front of another individual. He unbuttoned his trouser bottoms in a panic, peaking the front of his boxers down to make sure the worst never happened. As he did so, he released his hardened cock as it popped out the removed fabric. Witnessing his erection made him sigh in frustration. He prayed that you would go off to your bunk and call it a night so he could deal with the matter. However, as you appeared in his mind once more, his erection pulsed and twitched and Mando let out a low moan from his lips.

“Mando- please open the door. I’m sorry if I offended you, it wasn’t my intention.” You called, loud enough in hopes he could hear your voice. You knocked gently on the door, getting a clank of metal in response. As the silence deafened you and left you impatient, you looked to the control panel and pressed all the buttons in hopes one opened the door. Once the metal door came flying open, you were greeted with The Mandalorian once more but in a position, you thought you would never see him in.

He stood there with his head flung back and his gloved hands stroking his member. Once he heard the door open, he flinched and attempted to hide his erection. It was already too late; you had seen what you needed to see. Your mouth lay gaped in shock, your hands grew tense beside you and a wave of embarrassment engulfed you. Mando began shaking his head, backing himself up against the wall, his massive, gloved hands guarding your eyes from his exposure.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-” Mando kept repeating. “Why did you open the door? Why didn’t you knock?”

“I did knock!” You exclaimed, “I wouldn’t have opened the door if I knew you were doing that!”

“Okay, okay. I am really really sorry. Let’s just pretend this never happened!” Mando said, looking anywhere in the room that was not you. As your breath became heavy, the sight of The Mandalorian became your focus. He looked so vulnerable in that moment, seeing him in an act so sexual caused a wave of arousal upon you. You wondered; did I do that? Was your dancing so mesmerising to him that it excited him to this point? Is this why he left the room? My stars, you felt guilty for being so turned on in this moment.

Your feet began to take steps and approach him, your movement making him tense once more. He beckoned you to not get away closer, but you could not hear his words. You were drawn to his arms again, the ones that looked so defined-- even under his clothes. This time, you had the courage to touch them.

The Mandalorian fell short at protesting against you. He observed your small, soft hands gliding against his arms. Your touch bewitched him, making him bite his lip to contain noises of pleasure. Your eyes drew up to his gaze, his helmet blocking the intimacy. He was so mysterious, the thought of whatever facial features being under that helmet creating a sense of sensual excitement within. As your eyes left his gaze and looked downward to his hardened cock, you felt the burning sensation muster in between your legs.

“Won’t you need help with that?” You asked, the glint in your eyes growing promiscuous as you looked back up into his gaze. The Mandalorian was shocked, even if you were probably an expert in all things sexual matter. As much as he tried to protest his thoughts, he could not help making an image within his head of your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” He asked, a hint of taunting in his voice. A smirk came upon your face and you shrugged your shoulders, your hands trailing up his arms, across his shoulders and slowly down his chest.

“I’m willing to do it if you want me to.” You beckoned. Not only were you willing, but you were also begging. The dirty thoughts running through your mind became fuel for your desire. Imagining his large cock pressed into your mouth, blocking your throat; his fingers entangled in your hair. As the Mandalorian gazed down at you, he gave a sign of approval by nodding his head timidly.

Instinct caved in and you began lowering yourself to your knees, your hands trailing down his abdomen. Slowly, Mando shifted his hands away from his cock, the release of pressure causing his member to spring up once more. Your eyes fixated on his length, gulping back excess saliva as you wondered if you could take his length without feeling any pain. You bit your bottom lip in thought, looking up towards Mando for reassurance. You observed him slipping off his gloves to reveal the skin of his hands. His olive-skinned tone becoming the first exposure to you. His fingers crawled under your chin, cusping your face, admiring the position you were in. Stars, you were so beautiful.

Your fingers curved over his cock, your sudden touch letting a shuddered moan escape The Mandolorian’s mouth. His free hand pressed against the wall to keep himself balanced, the other one continuing to cradle your face as your hand began to move up and down his cock, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the tip of his cock lubbed with precum. You caught the precum that fell underneath with your tongue and entered the head of his cock into your mouth, wanting every ounce of his seed in your mouth. The Mandalorian let out a ragged moan, the feeling of your warm saturated mouth upon his member sending shoots of fulfilment up his body. His strong hand motioned along your jawline and his fingers combed through your hair, resting at the nip of your neck. You began to close your eyes in satisfaction and slowly easing his cock into your mouth, every inch deeper causing him to tighten his grip on your hair. As you opened your eyes The Mandalorian could not help but notice the lust in your eyes, your stare becoming vacant. Your left hand guided itself upwards to his abdomen as the other had a grasp on his thigh, your fingers massaging into the fabric of his clothes. The softness of your touch soothed The Mandalorian into submission, his hips slowly bucking towards your face as he longed for the feeling of your warm tongue running along his shaft. Feeling his desire, you closed your eyes once more to indulge more into his length, cockwarming him as your nose reached near his lower stomach and stayed in place. A gasp left Mando’s mouth, his other hand reaching towards your face as he gained more grip of you, holding your head in place to have his cock bathe more into your warmth. When he heard a light choke conjure up your throat, he quickly released his cock from your mouth to give you access to air. The sudden release made him look down to admire your face, clocking the string of spit connecting the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. My stars, that image was now burned into his mind and sending his instincts into overdrive.

“What name should I moan while you pleasure me, Mandalorian?” You asked, your voice airy and deep with lust. You motion your hand to his cock once more and pleasured him. The Mandalorian hesitated, still drunk with your touch, his mind becoming cloudy and unresponsive.

“Din -- my name is Din.” He managed to conjure up. This new information was so subtle, but you cherished it. Having his name roll off your tongue while feeling extreme waves of pleasure, the thought of it gave nurture to your pulsing heat.

“Nice to meet you -- Din.” You hummed. Vocalizing his name made his breaths much heavier, the sound of your soft tones interwoven into his name giving him even more ideas of what he could do to you. As primitive instincts commenced, you suddenly felt his strong arm wrap around your waist and lift you off your knees. He held you at such a great height that you were able to wrap your legs around him, your arms clasping around his neck for support. Din suddenly pressed you against the wall and held you in place, his hands grasping onto the back of your thighs. He now had the high ground, lifting you as if you were as light as a feather. The tip of his cock was perfectly aligned at your entrance, feeling the friction between you as he grinded his hips towards you. Your skimpy underwear was soaked with arousal. In all your years of sex work have you never been as titillated as you were now. No credits in all the galaxy could satisfy you as this moment did. Your legs wrapped tighter around Din as you beckoned his body closer to yours, your hips grinding against him -- begging for his cock. You noticed Din’s fingers inching closer to your heat, his fingers shifting your underwear to one side and exposing your swollen clit and dripping walls. Then, his fingers nudged at your entrance. His sudden cold touch made you gasp for air and cling tighter to him, your head pressing back onto the wall. Din rested his bulky helmet onto your shoulder as he motioned his fingers towards your clit, drawing light circles around. The stimulated sensation shot up your stomach, your legs lightly quivering. The tip of his cock still poked at your entrance in a teasing manner, and you could not help but grind against Din’s touch.

“Oh my God . . . Din.” The sound of you gasping his name sent tingles down his back, encouraging his fingers to put more pressure onto your sensitive clit, his moves hitting all the right spots. The sensation began building within you, convincing you were near your climax. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Your words encouraged, sending Din’s actions into overdrive as he pinned you closer to the wall and his body. His rhythm picked up pace and low grunts escaped his mouth. As he your legs secured around him, he let his free hand grasp onto your breast. His touch stimulated you further, a giggle leaving your lips at the sheer pleasure.

Suddenly your climax began, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from you, your legs turning to mush as you clung onto his body. Din admired your reaction, seeing your eyes turn vacant, his fingers roaming your vulva before taking his hands to hold your delicate thighs, sensing you grow weak from overstimulation. Your eyes trailed across him, leaning your forehead on the cold shine of his Baskar helmet. A subtle smirk drew across Din’s face as he exalted your complexion, noticing an ardour glow come upon your face.

It did not end there. At this point, Din felt edged on. Basking in your presence, he also bucked his hips closer to you. One hand clasped your warm cheek softly, a sense of gentleness soothing you into submission. You could sense his eyes staring at yours and at the intimacy, you had a sudden urge to kiss him. However, you knew there was no type of charming in the galaxy that would convince him to remove it. Until you got an idea.

“If I promise to close my eyes, will you kiss me?” You asked through heavy breaths, your fingers resting either side of his neck. Din thought of your offer, hesitating for a while. No living being should be able to see his face, not even in the heat of desire. Yet, if you close your eyes like promised, his oath would technically not be broken. Even if he just lifted the helmet up a little bit . . .

“You promise?” Din asked, grasping onto both your hands, interlinking his fingers into yours. You vigorously nodded your head, a smile on your face.

“I swear by all the stars in the galaxy.” You promised, pressing a little kiss on the tips of his fingers. You began to close your eyes shut, giving Din the clear to proceed and guide you to his lips.

Din slowly raised his helmet to expose his lips, guiding your legs to fall to the ground. Your feet landed on the floor, hands grasping his shoulders for stability. You never opened your eyes, keeping your word. Din slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. The surprise to his touch inched you closer into him, deepening the kiss. Hesitantly, your fingers reached up to the nip of his neck and played with his hair. Din stiffed up, but softened just was quickly, tasting the flavour of his cock in your mouth. He grabbed your ass and you moaned into his lips. Your hands then reached back down his cock, stroking his member that was still hard as before. A growl left Din’s mouth, vibrating against your lips and he leaned off the kiss. Quickly dropping his helmet back into place, he lifted you back into his arms. The sudden movement made you flash open your eyes, noticing the helmet back on and Din carrying you to his bed.

As the bunker bed was too small for the both of you, Din took your hands and placed them on the bar between the two bunk beds. Keeping you in place, he began to expose your backside by rapidly pulling off your dress and underwear. Din’s sudden dominant actions formed a flutter in your mind, putting your thoughts into what was to come. My Stars, you wanted him to fuck you hard. So hard that it knocks all common sense out of your brain. The sudden fleeting shift of how he handled you said so.

That is when he began to enter your cunt, stretching your walls as they tightly pressed back against his cock. The feeling of him filled you up instantly, a light whimper fleeing your mouth as you handled his length. Din had a similar reaction, his grip tightening on your waist as he felt drowned by the feeling of your insides. The tightness of your cunt encouraged him to get into motion, pumping his cock out and back inside.

“Din -- fuck me.” You breathed out, your grip tightening around the bars. You prompted one leg up onto the edge of the bed, so he had more gateway into you, which aided his full length to fill your pussy. Din leaned forward, pressing his stomach into your lower back so the entirety of his cock was inside you. In measurement, you knew that once he started moving, he was big enough to hit your g-spot without a doubt. Excitement engulfed your senses, and you began to beckon him.

“Fuck me, Din -- fuck me hard.” You granted permission. His name mixed into your vulgar language made him flustered from arousal but smirk mischievously.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He groaned into your ear. And with that, Din did not hesitate to begin fucking you. Just like you wanted it, hard. His unrefined thrusts in and out of you sent your thoughts into hyperdrive. Your vision unfocused, basking in the pleasure. Just like you anticipated, the tip of Din’s cock knocked your G-spot with every thrust. Din watched as your ass jiggled from the friction, encouraging his hand to fall and smack against your backside. You gasped at the pinch of pleasure, biting your lip hard to contain yourself from screaming. Din detected your muffled sounds and was displeased. He wanted to hear you from for him. Beg for more. Say his name and plead for more pleasure. So, his hand gripped the front of your neck and seized you back, pressing your body against his. His thrust never stopping.

“Fucking beg for it.” Din demanded, “Tell me how much you want this.” He did not know what came over him in this moment, and you did not either. But you would be lying if you said you did not like this side of him.

“I- I want this so bad, Din. I need you to fuck me like this.” You choked up, feeling intoxicated as his grip around your neck lightly tightened.

“You want me to fill you with my cum, huh? Or should I cum all over your pretty little face?” Din taunted, another hand crashing down against your ass cheek which made you whimper again.

“Oh God -- come inside me. Please.” You begged, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as all your feelings conjoined into one overall feeling of complete smut. Your mind felt like a mess, like you could pass out from enjoyment. Never in all your life of service have you felt so much pleasure.

When Din’s primitive instincts deemed you pleads redeemable, his thrusts became faster as he felt his climax coming. The sound of his skins slapping against yours became a dominant sound in the room. He still held your body close to his, his hands roaming over your body, gripping your breasts, smacking your ass, wrapping his fingers around the small of your waist. God, the way he held you was stimulating enough, every touch completely possessive of your body. Din was engrossed in the shape of you, how every inch of your body fit perfectly against him. How tight your walls clenched around his cock, enchanting him to fuck you harder with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come.” Din exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum in your pretty little cunt. Got it?”

His words excited you. “Yes -- please fill me with your cum. Please, please, please.”

Din could not hold it any longer. When he felt his release, he held your hips in place and deepened his cock into you, letting your slit cockwarm him until his climax came to a close. His body collapsed onto yours, causing him to shift your body on top and sit on the edge of the bunk, placing you gently on his lap. You rested your exhausted head on his shoulder, a smile of approval appearing on your face. Din wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“Um -- Sorry I was so rough. I dunno what came over me.” Din apologised, his tone a little bashful.

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry I enjoyed it so much.” You teasingly said, reaching your hand under his helmet to cusp his scruffy jawline. Din leaned into your touch, pressing a small kiss on your thumb.

“Now’s a good time for you to change into those clothes, huh?” Din light-heartedly said, causing you to chuckle and playfully nudge his side.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years ago

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 8

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language? Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: Bit of fluff with some anxiety/update on primary conflict. Next chapter will be a cute date with Dani, the one after that will be maximum h*rny, and then what will likely be the finale. Music for this chapter here. PS this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I hope y'all still enjoy it. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony

Chapter 8: Obbligato

(Obbligato: An instrumental part which is essential in a piece of music)

“Okay, okay, serious this time, please? I’ll give you a kiss if you try hard enough,” you promised, grinning up at Daniela as you did. A week had passed since your talk in the library, with the two of you spending most days together, and you were progressing nicely with the musical lessons. Still, your girlfriend (you would never get tired of saying that word) was prone to getting a tad ‘distracted’. By you, usually. Not that it was intentional by any means. There was only so much you could do to keep her focused when the two of you were this close together.

“I could just kiss you anyway,” Daniela teased, leaning in with familiar intent. Right before your lips touch, however, she pulls back and smirks. “But if you insist, I can handle the challenge.” Then she’s turning back towards the piano, carefully finding the starting position. Even with her prior experience, you were impressed with how much she had already learned, and couldn’t help but be immensely proud of her. If anyone could meet Lady Dimitrescu’s expectations within a three month timeframe, it was the two of you. Except, of course, you still had to double-check just what her expectations were.

In the meantime, you were excited to hear your girlfriend play through the sheet music you had written up. Most of what you were working with had come from the family’s storage room, but you had also found some blank sheets, and figured it couldn’t hurt to create songs of your own. This particular one was relatively simple. It had been based on a song from a game you had played years ago, and only posed a moderate challenge due to its interesting rhythm. Daniela had seemed to enjoy playing it, with you even hearing her practice the song outside of your lessons, but had so far today refused to play it seriously.

Finally that was going to change. Once she found the starting notes, she nodded to herself, then started playing. For the first time today her expression is stern, focused. Seeing her like this was nice. She was always cute, you just thought that she was extra cute like this. But you tried not to let yourself get too distracted, knowing that you couldn’t give her feedback if you didn’t pay attention. In your head you “play along”, fingers miming the movements, knowing that it would help you catch any possible mistakes. Throughout the piece there are only a couple that you catch, none of them being severe enough to ruin the experience. Finishing with a little flourish, Daniela returns her gaze to you, grinning expectantly.

“Well? I seem to recall you promising me a reward,” she said, perking a brow. Laughing a little, you roll your eyes, before moving in to give her exactly what she wanted. Both of you are smiling into the kiss, enjoying every moment of it. Soon enough Daniela is running a hand through your hair, and pressing against you more, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. You’re blushing hard now, thoughts going everywhere other than music. It’s not until you pull back for air that you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now.

“As wonderful as this is… we still have a few more songs to go over,” you murmured, despite how much you wanted to keep kissing Daniela. By the way she groaned in frustration, you figured she felt the same way, more or less. “Hey, don’t fret too much. Think of this as an opportunity to earn a few more rewards,” you teased, gently patting her on the shoulder. For a moment she simply pouts, but eventually she sighs and gets ready to play another song…

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Rushing up the steps, practically two at a time, you desperately hoped that you wouldn’t be late. This was your third “update meeting” with Lady Dimitrescu, which by itself was enough to make you a nervous wreck. Add in the fact that this was the first time you’d be meeting alone? And in her personal study, no less? Well, it was safe to say that you were terrified. You hadn’t even been told why things were different this time. No, you were about as clueless as could be, given the circumstances.

By the time you make it your Lady’s study, you cannot tell whether your heart is racing due to stress or physical exertion. Regardless, you make it there in short time, arriving precisely at the scheduled hour. After taking a moment to settle your nerves, you briefly knock on the chamber door. There’s the sound of movement from inside before the way opens. Lady Dimitrescu has to bend a little to see out, but quickly smiles when she meets your gaze. Which was rather unexpected. The last time you had met with her she had been distanced, although still polite. Then again, Daniela had also been with you, and the focus was, as always, on her.

“Lady Dimitrescu,” you greeted, giving a short bow per customs. Then you were being waved in, brought over to a small sitting area, where you waited for permission to sit down. Once it was given, you relaxed a little. Maybe I don’t have as much reason to be nervous as I thought, you muse.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. There are no reasons for you to be unsettled, as far as I am aware,” Lady Dimitrescu said, smile disappearing for a moment at the end. But it’s back as quickly as it had vanished. Did she suspect something? Perhaps she had seen the way Daniela looked at you, or even overheard the whisperings of your roommates. Both thoughts do little other than renew your anxiety. Noticing this, Alcina frowns and shakes her head. “I was merely joking. Now, let us get to the reason for our meeting: How are Daniela’s lessons fairing? There is only so much I can glean from listening.” Glad to have something to think about other than your secret relationship with your boss’ daughter, you nodded and began explaining.

“Lady Daniela is making outstanding progress, in my opinion. Even with her occasional… lapses in attention, once she puts her mind to something, she’s quick to master it. At this point she can sight read nearly as fast and accurately as myself. However, we’re still going over vocabulary, as well as keys and their corresponding chords,” you answered, barely able to maintain eye contact with your employer. Thankfully, she seems to have accepted the inevitability of your nervousness. You were especially thankful now that you prepared to ask her a question. “My Lady, may I inquire about what specifically you expect from my teachings? If there are certain genres you wish for Daniela to be familiar with, or techniques-... I must admit I am unsure as to how to best meet your requirements.”

Slowly reclining in her chair, Alcina appears to ponder your question. In the meantime she sips at her beverage, holding the cup as if it were a fragile heirloom (which it could very well be), eyes looking into the middle distance. Then she gives a soft hum, setting her cup down and returning her attention to you.

“I suppose I can understand your concern. In some ways you have already exceeded my expectations,” she said, expression oddly plain in comparison to her positive phrasing. “My daughter has rarely invested herself in anything as much as she has in your lessons. For this, I am left wondering what she finds so captivating- the music, or the one who pulls the strings?... But that is not the answer to your inquiry, is it?” In that moment, you are incredibly still, willing yourself to keep a straight face, despite the racing of your heart. At your silence, Alcina perks a brow, expecting you to respond. You can’t, your mouth suddenly dry. “What I expect is a passion to educate, a drive to see my daughter flourish. I expect you to teach her exactly as much as she wants you to, focusing on whatever brings her the most joy. But I expect professionalism. Your duties come first, above your health, happiness, and all other desires. Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Lady. Of course, my Lady,” you replied, stuttering, eyes wide. Did she know? Or merely suspect?... There’s another thought, one you try desperately not to voice, only to hear the words fill the room before you can stop yourself. “May I ask where Lady Daniela’s desires fit into this?” Silence hangs heavy over the room for several seconds. Your employer has narrowed her eyes, lips curled downwards into a sharp scowl, watching you with thinly-veiled anger. All you can do is gulp and wait for her response. When it comes, you are surprised by the stability of her tone. It was almost as if she respected your gall.

“She is young still, with the mind of a lovesick maiden. Daniela does not know what she wants, not really, nor does she understand what she needs. If her… flirtatious nature begins to interrupt your instruction, then your response must be swift, and uninterested. Regardless of how unkindly she takes your rejection, I will ensure that she does not harm you,” Lady Dimitrescu said, giving a stern nod at the end. Though her tone was reassuring, you hardly felt better, considering you were far past the point of turning Daniela down (if anything, you had only turned her on). “Now, with that settled, I believe I should let you return to your duties. Oh, and do tell Cynthia that the tea she brewed was perfect, should you happen to see her.”

Then she looked away, practically ignoring your continued existence. So you rose to your feet, gave another bow, and left before your panic could devolve into a breakdown. Daniela is not going to be happy about this.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #serenade #my brain got stuck on this for some reason #sorry it took so long #very excited for the date chapter tho!#gonna be hecking cute

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writingindulgence · 4 years ago

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Illumi x F.Reader - Expectation

Pairing: Illumi x Female Reader

Story tags: Arranged marriage, typical Zoldyck behaviour, angst-ish, heavy manipulation, ILLUMI, unhealthy one-sided dependence : ) my guy just toxic

3,200+ words and why? I don’t even like the dude. Also, two points of view.

The sound of fancy porcelain tea cups clinking against the glass table is soothing, along with the warm rays shining on your face. Times like these are what you are thankful for. The smell of purposely picked flowers, arranged to please the eyes. Not the stench of trash dumped for the sole convenience of other countries. Colourful butterflies and bees, instead of flies and disease ridden rats. A home cooked meal ready for your consumption rather than scraps of rotting food that you more often than not nearly died for.

Kukuroo mountain is infinitely more beautiful compared to Meteor City.

“(Y/n) dear, it’s unbecoming of you to make noise with your tableware,” a powerful feminine voice chastates your mistake. The woman sitting opposite you is none other than Kikyo Zoldyck. Or as she forces you to call her, mother.

Your heart flutters in relief, an apologetic expression weaving onto your face. She must be in an agreeable mood since her fan hasn’t struck your hand. Sometimes you are let off with a warning if she spots a blunder on your part. Sometimes, she resorts to physical punishment. It always depends on whether or not a family member said anything to ruin her day. In fact, any matter concerning Killua will set her off in a positive or negative direction.

Just like Illumi whenever you bring up his younger brother.

“I apologise mother, I’m too excited because Illumi is returning,” you proceed to take a sip and this time around, gently settle the tea cup down.

A content hum comes from her direction, her visor flashing for a split second. “Oh (Y/n), you’ll make such a good wife one day.” She picks up a fork gracefully and stabs it into the cake she asked for from the family cook.

The compliment ignites a multitude of feelings in your chest. It spreads out, only one thought in your mind.

How immensely grateful and happy you are to hear it.

Many of your friends from when you were young, starved to death. Some were beaten up by other desperate residents. Others lost their will to fight, a state you threaded on a magnitude of times.

Being taken away by the mafia one day was what gave you back the spark, a life in the city no more out of your reach. Until you figured out what type of work they wanted to sell you and other kids for. Stories from the older girls back in Meteor City came rushing back.

Your bloodlust and instinct to survive are what happened to change your life for the better. Out of all the line-up of children, you were selected by the Zoldycks. Instead of being the pet of some old pervert, you found a home within the assassin family.

There were many times when you felt like giving up. When the training you went through was worse than simply dying. However, you promised yourself to never throw away the chance you received all those years back.

You were indebted to the Zoldycks.

Hearing words of encouragement from one of the people you looked up to the most brought tears to your eyes. You wiped them away with your thumb.

Mother is a role model to you. It helped when you found out that she originates from Meteor City too. In a sense, it is easier to place yourself in her shoes and strive to achieve what she did. Being an amazing assassin, wife and mother.

A sudden scraping of a chair brought you back to the presence, startling you into a defensive pose. The knife under your sundress clasped in your hand.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Kalluto coming out from behind the bushes, his paper fan also ready for action.

“My Kil, what is he doing?! Quick, we have to stop him. Kalluto go call for Milluki right now!,” she orders shrilly before running into the mansion.

Without hesitation, you rush after her. It is expected of you. A nagging feeling in the back of your head also foreshadows that whatever is going on, it will have dire consequences if not stopped.

Killua is in the foyer, being kept idle by the servants. But not for long. You can see the irritation growing on his face, his muscles tensed.

You’ve known Killua since he was a baby, having been inducted as a future family member when mother was pregnant with him. There’s no doubt that if something wasn’t done, it would lead to a messy aftermath.

A few seconds after you make it inside, Milluki shows up and the servants are all dismissed.

“Kil, my little Kil, what’s wrong? Why did I hear that you’re leaving to take the Hunter’s Exam?,” mother’s voice is aghast, the idea of her favourite child abandoning the nest filling her with pain.

You too are taken aback at the news, a protective sensation coursing through you. Your fingers flex at your side.

“It’s boring here and I heard that the Exam is difficult so I’m going to test my skill,” he shrugs her worry off and spins his skateboard. Your heart begins to pound uncontrollably.

Hearing the disrespect, Milluki steps up and lashes out at Killua. “You brat, what’s with that arrogant attitude you-,”

“Stop that!,” mother’s voice sharply cuts him down.

She begins pleading with Killua to stay, her voice cracking multiple times. It pains you to watch someone you respect growing so desperate.

Killua is too young to understand what he’s putting the ones around him through. Of course, a rebellious phase is healthy-

A prickly discomfort surges through your head and you clutch it. Your unexpected movement grabs everyone’s attention. You try to brush it off, not wishing to be a burden.

It isn’t expected of you to be one.

“Killua, you should stay here. The world is a dangerous place,” your words try to reach him. “Illumi is coming home today, why don’t we-”,

“I don’t want him around! Just leave me alone,” he angrily interrupts. The air grows heavy. Heavier than it’s been since the beginning.

Mother gasps in shock at his behaviour since Killua never really yells at you. Yes, he gets annoyed as much as any other kid but when he shouts, he doesn’t really mean it.

It’s expected of you to coerce him into calming down.

“You’ve changed during the past few weeks (Y/n), after Illumi came back before leaving again. Anyway, I will kill you all if you try to stop me,” Killua promises in a cold voice, his blue eyes a piercing ice.

This rouses an onslaught of insults from Milluki and a mix of agony and happiness from mother.

However, you’re currently stuck in your own mind, reflecting on Killua’s comment. It is true that during the past three weeks you doted on him more than ever before. Usually you try to split your attention between him and Kalluto when you have free time. What changed?

Nothing should have changed, Killua is the priority of the family.

A high-pitched scream echoes around the foyer and your clouded head awakens. The sight in front of you freezes your blood and it takes immense strength not to bite your tongue.

Mother is kneeling down on the ground, her hands covering her bloody face. Before you can take a step, Milluki rages and charges at Killua. The young boy bounces back and proceeds to plunge the knife into his older brother. Milluki curses and grabs his wound.

On impulse, your hand is already equipped with a knife and you’re ready to protect yourself as well as mother Killua.

Killua mistakes your movements as an attack and strikes his own knife across your arm. A long gash appears on your skin, the blood seeping out moments later. You take in the pain as punishment. Punishment for letting it get this far and failing.

You’re a failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.Failure.

Taking the chance to escape, he kicks his skateboard up and runs out.

And you were helpless to stop him.

It’s been a while since Illumi has been back home on Kukuroo mountain, his previous mission requiring him to travel across multiple locations. The target was a cautious person so they moved from place to place, leaving lousy decoys. That did not impede Illumi at all, it was simply an inconvenience at worst.

After all, nervous-wrecks are the ones who put their emotions out on display. They are the first to slip up due to the fact that they care about others.

Which is concerning because Killua is at a stage where he is showing his rebellious streak more often. It is crucial that he can snuff it out before his dear brother falls further down the slope of idiotic fantasies . In which case, it is a slight relief that (Y/n) is here. She tries to keep Killua in check in a subtle way instead of hanging over his shoulder or perpetuating his moody behaviour.

Though the last time he visited there were hints of her growing soft and losing her devotion of raising Killua to be the next head of the family. He is ashamed to confess that it irked him to some degree. It’s expected of her to put her desires down for what he wants. And he wants Killua to be the next head.

Even so, he thought that he dealt with this the last time.

However, imagine the surprise he felt when his mother came wailing to him, begging him to follow her little Kil to the Hunter’s Exam. To think that instead of a joyful family reunion, the news of his stray younger brother reached his ears before anything else.

That won’t do.

Currently, it’s close to midnight which is the time (Y/n) comes to his room to say goodnight. Why she even bothers is beyond him. The effort of keeping up with formalities could be used for better activities. It’s already indisputable that they are arranged to marry in the future at the request of his parents, so there is no reason to be close together in any romantic sense.

In fact, Killua will succeed as the head which is why there is no point in thinking about his own future.

A sigh leaves his mouth.

There is only one positive outcome that came out of this whole arrangement. He has an extra set of eyes and he’s sure that she will listen to him without question. All he has to do is play into these formalities and she’s wrapped around his finger.

An affectionate hug here, a tiny smile there...Normally he’d be concerned that a future Zoldyck , even if not by blood, would be so easy to deceive. However, since every carefully planned step is coming from him he’s not surprised in the slightest.

It’s expected of (Y/n) to be loyal, just as much as it’s expected for Killua to take over the family business.

The wooden clock hanging opposite his bed strikes 12 but there is no sign of (Y/n). She never runs late.

The fact that she hadn’t even greeted him when he came back is also unusual. Normally she’d be pacing in front of the entrance door but today his mother took over that role. He heard that she got injured by Killua but (Y/n) has experienced worse so what’s the fuss?

It’s not his problem, he’ll just take a bath before bed. She’ll come running eventually.

Illumi’s right arm is beginning to grow numb. He hasn’t moved from the water in over an hour. Not because he needed a break to relax, taking time off for yourself is inefficient. No, he hasn’t moved because he’s been waiting for the familiar steps and hesitant knock to come from outside his room.

Discerning who someone is from the sound of their footsteps and how they carry themselves is second nature to any professional assassin. For instance, Milluki hovers in one spot when walking while Kalluto creates soft patters with his toes.

On the other hand, (Y/n) always shuffles her feet forward just before his door. It takes her approximately 2 seconds to knock when she’s unsure, 1 second when she’s in a normal mood and 0.5 whenever she has news deemed worthy enough for him to hear. Reading the mood of someone before they see you face to face is important.

Coming to terms with the fact that today she won’t pay him a visit, he steps out of the bathtub, water dripping down his naked body. He throws on a plain black bathrobe and leaves the bathroom. Giving his bed a quick-over, he walks out the door.

Guess it’s time for him to pay a visit instead.

If he actually bothers and gives it some thought, it’s not a mystery as to why he hasn’t even seen her shadow today. She’s ashamed. Ashamed of being a failure for letting Killua go.

Her scrambled mind is most likely trying to piece together what she should say. How she should ask for forgiveness and repent.

He wonders if she’s starving herself or if she’s contemplating about going to the self-confinement room.

Normally he’d push her into whatever she makes up but a stick approach by itself won’t be enough. There needs to be a push and pull factor involved if he wants her to listen to him unconditionally.

And what better way than to appear before her, disheveled and still wet in his robe? She’ll jump to conclusions.

Further guilt will set in, how she unnecessarily worried him by skipping the usual goodnight. His state will continue feeding her imagination, connecting unrelated dots to make her believe that he cares for her.

Truly, a puppet and its real master.

Soaking footprints follow behind him on the floor, the dim candlelight making them difficult to notice. He knocks once before letting himself in and shutting the door, back turned to the only other person inside.

A small gasp penetrates the silence and a rush of steps follow suit, stopping just behind him.

“Illumi, welcome back,” (Y/n) is the first to speak. He stays silent.

A nervous shuffle. “Is..everything okay?”.

The voice quietens downs the more she speaks. That should be enough for now.

He turns around and looks down at her concerned face, with no emotion of his own. Her eyes widen a fraction after registering his condition. Before she can open her mouth to question him further, Illumi crinkles his eyes and smiles.

“It’s nothing. I was just worried since I didn’t see you today,” he gazes away, giving her enough time to fix her expression. It’ll be harder for him to get her to open up if she thinks that he sees through her lack of control.

“I missed you too-,”

Presumptuous to think that he missed her.

“-and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I just…,” she stops right before confessing her shortcoming.

He doesn’t provide her with any more time to compose herself, a full day is already generous. Grabbing the door handle he gives it a slight tug but her hand shuts it and pulls his sleeve. That’s new. (Y/n) rarely takes the initiative.

He allows her to drag him over to the bed, slightly curious about her next move. Is she trying to entertain him as an apology or simply trying to put distance between him and the door?

Both tactics aren’t half bad when it comes to simple targets.

He sits down on the covers and analyses her.

A long white nightdress, face ready for bed, barefoot, and a long knife wound going up her arm.

A shred of pride for Killua’s work passes through his head but he doesn’t showcase this. If by any chance she spotted the look, it would demolish the picture he wants to paint.

(Y/n) kneels down in front of him and takes his hand into hers. It’s warm, though not as soft as it used to be. Her breasts rest atop his knees.

His attention migrates from the sudden action to her face, looking for answers. He made sure that she will only expect affection coming from him, not the other way around. It would be too tiring to keep up a loving demeanour- no, scratch that. It wouldn’t be tiring but the expectations would eventually rise and it would result in less time spent on bringing up Killua.

Oh, he zoned out.

(Y/n)’s eyes are full of regret and desperation, the hand holding his trembling just enough to tell him that today’s event is eating at her. Is she waiting for him to say something?

Finally after what feels like an unprecedented amount of time, the scene unfolds.

Her smaller hand pulls his to her face and rests it against her cheek. The second his skin touches hers, he detects slight heat radiating. She must have not treated the cut. The knife was probably dirty too, Killua slacks off in that regard.

“I’m sorry for being a failure, I’m very sorry Illumi. I have no excuse,” the apology flows out of her mouth, bottom lip quivering. The pain of looking at someone she disappointed forces her eyes to shut close. Her free hand latches onto his thigh and she digs in before continuing.

“You can slash my other arm as punishment. Or hang me upside down in the self-containment room,” she throws out. “But please, please don’t give up on me. I can do better Illumi”.

And as if to prove how determined she is, her eyes open up again, staring deeply into his own. Unwavering. Confident.

Though the thumb that he has under her jaw gave the hammering pulse away.

1,2,3. 1,2. 1,2,3.

He stretched out the silence, pretending to ponder over his answer. The unsettling emotions influencing her thoughts will prove beneficial when he flips her assumption around.

He removes his hand from her cheek and moves the one on his thigh to her side. (Y/n) adopts a look of relief, believing that he agreed to her conditions of punishment. What he’s about to do is infinitely more cruel though.

She catches her breath when he follows her example and kneels in front of her. He pulls up the sleeve of her nightdress that’s slipping down before grabbing her shoulders, gently.

“How can I not give up on you when you give up on yourself,” he lectures her, peeking down at her wound. Make the target question their actions.

An expression of remorse adorns her face, a downward tug of the mouth.

He pulls her in, arms encircling and resting on her lower back. The material of the nightdress is light enough for him to make out the feeling of skin.

“Though I won’t give up on you.” Affirmation and a moment of reassurance.

One of his hands travels deliberately slowly up to her neck. It rests on the back of her head, fingers entangled in her hair. Illumi locates the present that he left her the last time he visited and pushes it back into her head. It has moved slightly out.

This prompts (Y/n) to hug him in response, her previously hanging arms now resting comfortably around him. Good, as for the finishing line.

“Though your failure is a disappointment, I know that you will not repeat the same mistake, because you

love me, right?”.

Her head moves to rest between the crook of his neck, nodding in agreement. She doesn’t ask him if he loves her.

It’s expected of her not to.

#illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #hunter x hunter fanfiction #hunter x hunter #This took 2 long but now I can focus on other things yay

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 4 years ago

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Cell Block Tango

Dancer!Au and College!Au

When your all-girls dance studio comes together with an all-boys dance studio that your boyfriend just happens to go to. Tension rises when a new performance creates problem between you and your partner and your boyfriend

Words- 4274

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Platonic), Ochaco Uraraka x Izuku Midoriya

A/N: Here is the dance I used as reference Cell Block Tango

You all hit your poses as the music finished, clapping soon followed from the rest of the girls. You all sagged from your poses standing up, you looked over to your teacher Ms. Midnight, one of the best teachers at U.A dance studio.

“Great job again girls, take a quick 5-minute break before we talk about something.” She clapped her hands together and you went to grab your water from your bag.

“That was the best performance we had for that dance.” Ashido smiled, taking a drink from her water bottle.

“I don’t know how you do that bend Y/n but it is literally jaw-dropping.” Uraraka looked over to you, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

“It’s really nothing, just practice. Kendo you need to teach me how to do that twirl at the end it is so cool.” You gushed sitting down stretching out your legs. You guys kept talking to each other when the door to the studio opened and walked in boys.

“Are they from Mr. Aizawa’s class,” Yaoyorozu asked as the rest of the boys came in standing on the other side of the studio. Your eyes locked on your boyfriend, Bakugo and you sent him a smile.

“Ooo look it’s lover boy.” Uraraka hip-bumped you making you push her away laughing

“Don’t act all innocent I see you eyeing Midoriya.” Your tease and her face went red.

“Alright everyone get together.” Your teacher called you together with the boy’s teacher as well.

“As you can see the boys from Mr. Aizawa’s class had joined us for this year’s festival, and we decided to have some of the girls with the boys.” Ms. Midnight said looking over the group,

“We are choosing some of our best dancers from each group to represent us.” Mr. Aizawa said, making all of you nervous. The yearly dance festival was a big deal with made agents looking for new recruits and it is a great achievement to get accepted into one of their schools.

“The song the selected will be performing is the Cell Block Tango.” Ms. Midnight said making everyone excited, that song was a very risque song to dance to and would be able to show off your skills.

“The list is posted on the board.” Mr. Aizawa said and you all made your way up to it.

“Maybe, we’ll be partnered up,” Bakugo said, giving you a smirk.

“You wish pretty boy.” You gave him a smile reading the list. You saw you were dancing as Liz with other parts, you looked at the section for partners and saw Shoto Todoroki.

“I guess we’re partners.” A voice said, making you turn to see the boy with split hair.

“Yeah, aren’t you the guys who had that really crazy contemporary dance last year right?” You knew you saw his face somewhere, he nodded

“Yep I’ve seen some of your routines you’re really talented.” He said and you blushed, an arm wrapped around your waist

“Yeah she’s really talented right babe.” Bakugo emphasized on babe warning the boy to back off.

You nodded and Bakugo pulled you away from Todoroki “What was that for.” You turn to look at him and he just kept glaring at Todoroki.

“I don’t want you dancing with him.” He said you frown grabbing his hand

“That’s not really my decision, they just put us together. I’m not freaking out that your partner is Jiro, it's just a dance.” You squeeze his hand, calming him down a bit. He nodded

“I promise if anything happens I will tell you.” You promised, pressing a kiss to his cheek making him blush.

“Everyone let’s get to work.”

It had been a few days of rehearsal the groups were You and Todoroki, Uraraka and Izuku which you definitely teased her about, Ashido and Sero, Yaoyorozu with Kaminari and Tetsutetsu, and the last group was Jiro and Bakugo. There were also smaller roles with Kirishima and Ida, they had you and girls lined up as you went through each of your intros with Ida walking through the middle and the boys each walking through the window the girls had made. You went through the intro a few times until they got up to you and Todoroki’s dance. Your teachers had gone through the steps and you both got ready to try for the first time, your dancing was centered around Todoroki sitting down until you ‘kill’ him, and then it goes into a tango. You went through the steps and your movements were a bit stiff as you weren’t used to your partner. They decided to break it into two parts with the chair and then the tango. You walked around the chair listening to the words and you saw Todoroki hesitated for one part, during the dance he was supposed to hit your ass.

“It’s fine Todoroki it is part of the dance.” You reassure him when he fails to do it causing you guys to stop for a quick break.

“I just don’t like how I have to hit you.” He rubbed the back of his neck when your break ended you got ready to dance, you had walked around him and he hit you making you jump slightly but you continued on, you had to sit in his lap for a bit before walking around him to the back to the chair placing your leg on the back and ‘killed’ him. You went through the first half of your guy’s dance before they showed you the second half. You were definitely surprised seeing that you would have to go into a split on him and then get very up close and personal. You knew Bakugo was watching you could practically feel his gaze burning on you as you both danced. Once you both had gotten the steps down you went through the hold thing and you both were out of breath faces red. They decided to move on as there would be more time for one on one rehearsals. You went over to grab your towel and water when someone grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet.

“I don’t like this.” Bakugo growl you sighed taking a sip from your water,

“You know if I could change partners I would be with you, but this could be groundbreaking if I get noticed by a school.” You wrapped your arms around his waist he looked down nodding,

“Yeah I know, I just don’t like seeing Half-and-Half all over you.” He sighed pulling you closer to him.

“I promise you after this I’ll see if we could be partners for the summer. Only you for me ok?” You pressed a kiss to his lips and he sagged in your hold. Your short break had ended as you guys went back because you were needed for Uraraka and Izuku’s dance. You and the other girls had to join in playing the six wives which was over pretty quickly. You guys continued going through each group, with Ashido ‘killing’ her partner with a knife. Yaoyorozu danced as Hunyak, a Hungarian woman pleading that she was innocent, but her character didn’t speak English they had to do a few ballet moves showing off her innocence. Kendo had performed with Ojiro and Uraraka and you saw Izuku looking really jealous seeing Uraraka dance with someone else, you would definitely have to tell her later. You and the girls had to do a dance with the chairs using them as you danced around them and sitting in them. For the last group was Jiro and Bakugo, though they didn’t really dance together. You, Ashido, Yaoyorozu, and Kirishima were playing the flings he had. You and the other had to appear around him basically laying yourself over him. You pressed yourself against his side and he pulled you closer, you all had busted out laughing when Kirishima had to play one of Bakugo’s flings pressing himself against your boyfriend.

“Bakugo wanna tell me something.” You teased,

“I didn’t do shit.” He mumbled and Kirishima gasped, placing his hand on his heart.

“Did my love mean nothing to you.” he cried, making you and the girls laugh. You finished up the rehearsal going with the six of you dancing in a line doing kicks and turns and a lot of other stuff. You all ended with you walking back to your original position in the beginning but the difference was you guys were sitting in chairs.

“That was a great rehearsal today everyone. I want you each to practice your dances with your groups as we will be expecting you all to be comfortable with your partners.” Ms. Midnight called to everyone. They had dismissed you all as you walked over to grab your bag.

“Oh my god did you see Bakugo was death-glaring Todoroki the entire of you guys danced.” Uraraka sat next to you as you took off your dance shoes, putting on your sweater.

“Yeah I know but you should have seen Izuku looking at you the entire time while you were dancing with Ojiro.” You poked at her watching her blush.

“Hey, Y/n.” Todoroki walked over to you as you finished tying your sneakers.

“Hey what’s up.” You stood up grabbing your dance bag

“I was just wondering when you would be free to practice.” He asked,

“I’m usually free after school if you wanna practice then here I’ll text you the details.” You said exchanging numbers so you guys could keep in touch. You saw Bakugo and Kirishima waiting by the door.

“I gotta go but I’ll see you at practice.” You waved goodbye going over to Bakugo, grabbing his hand as you made your way out of the studio.

“Kirishima I thought you were gonna steal Kacchan for me.” You looked over to the redhead as you guys walked home.

“Ha ha very funny.” Bakugo huffed wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“You should have seen Bakugo while you were dancing with Todoroki, he was ready to kill him.” Kirishima said and Bakugo sent him a glare.

“I was able to tell.” You smirked and Bakugo pulled you closer to him. After you separated with Kirishima, you and Bakugo made your way to your guy’s apartment.

“I don’t see what the big deal is Kacchan, you’ve danced with girls all the time. What is so different from being dancing with a guy.” You said pulling your shoes off and placing them by the door, throwing your bag on the couch heading to the kitchen to get choose what you were going to do for dinner.

“It’s the thought of them being close and touching you, you’re mine, and no one else.” He pouted hopping onto the counter.

You stepped between his legs wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “I know,” You pressed a kiss onto his nose making his face scrunch up, “You’re mine as well no one is taken you, even Kirishima.” You giggled seeing his face drop.

“Are you ever going to let that go?” He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face

“Nope now pizza or burgers?” You pulled back pulling out the menus

“Are you kidding me, pizza of course!” He hopped off the counter pressing a kiss on your cheek, you smiled grabbing your phone to place the order before spending the rest of your night with Kacchan.

Your alarm made you roll over and shut it off, you began to get up when arms wrapped around you and pulled you back in bed.

“stay.” Bakugo mumbled in your neck pulling you closer to his chest.

“I have class in an hour, Kacchan so do you.” You unwrapped his arms from your body making him whine at the loss of contact. You hopped in the shower and then got changed into your uniform, when you got out Bakugo was drinking some coffee leaning against the counter.

“Morning babe,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek going over to pour yourself cereal. You felt your phone buzz and you looked at it seeing it was from Todoroki.

‘Hey If you're free today do you wanna rehearse?’ -Shoto Todoroki

You sent a reply telling him where and to meet you in one of the studios. After finishing both of your meals you both made your way to school before going off your separate ways. The bell had signaled that school was over and texted Todoroki to meet you in the boy’s studio as there was practice today for the freshmen. You opened the door to the studio to see Todoroki stretching against one of the barres

“Hey.” He sent you a wave which you returned putting on your dance shoes and stretching as well. You had taken off your sweater leaving you in your sports bra and leggings.

“You ready?” You asked getting up to plug your phone in for the music, while he pulled a chair to the center of the room. You turned on the music started a little before your entrance so you had time to prepare yourself. You had gone through the entire dance once before you broke it down to each part. You pointed out to each other ways to make it easier for you guys to move or for certain sections. You had gone through it again you had just ‘killed’ him so you moved the chair though you were supposed to throw it to one of the boys but it was just the two of you. You pushed him onto the floor going into the splits on him but then the music stopped. You both looked up to look at your phone.

“Damn speaker must have died.” You sighed rolling off him to go over to the speaker, you plugged in the speaker so it charged but it would take a while for it to be able to connect again so you guys took a break.

“You’re a really good dancer.” You compliment sitting next to him as you to a sip of your water.

“Thank you, I was a bit nervous as you're the first duo dance I’ve done with a girl.” he rubbed the back of his head and your jaw dropped.

“Your lying you are so natural dancing with a girl.” You pressured him to tell you his secret.

“It seems some people aren’t happy we are partnered.” He pointed out and you knew he was talking about Bakugo.

“I’m sorry about that, he's just protective. He was like that before we started dating he was jealous I would dance with other guys. But I get it your girlfriend must be mad your dancing with a girl.” You said drinking your water.

“Oh no, no girlfriends for me, he’s really understanding and knows I won’t do anything.” He said nonchalantly which made you choke on your water.

“I’m sorry did you say him.” You emphasized on him,

“Yeah him. I’m gay.” When he said you laughed so hard thinking about Bakugo,

“Oh my god this is perfect, Bakugo is jealous of you because he thought you would hit on me.” You both laughed at the revelation you just had.

“Ok, I have the perfect plan.” You explained your devious plan with him. When you all came back for another group rehearsal, when you guys got in there were fake cell bars for each of you.

“You ready for today’s rehearsal?” Uraraka asked you while pulling on her shoes.

“Definitely those one-on-one practices helped a lot.” You replied fixing your hair out of your face.

“Alright everyone get ready, the festivals only in a couple of weeks and this needs to be perfect.” Ms. Midnight said, setting up the music. You all got in your spots waiting for the music to start, you had gone through the intro and it was for yours and Todoroki’s solo. You had walked around the chair with a smile on your face and when it was the part for him to hit you, he didn’t hesitate like before and you could see Bakugo’s jaw drop. You had draped yourself over him as the dance continued, after you had ‘killed’ you tossed the chair over to Kirishima as instructed then dropped into the splits on Todoroki and some of the girls hollered. You rolled off him, throwing a kick before he was supposed to hold you as you bent backward before you both went into the short tango, hitting your marks, him holding your leg up you and Todoroki’s inches apart smiles on your faces. You both walked off as we continued through the routine, when it was Jiro and Bakugo’s solo when you draped yourself onto Kacchan he pulled you closer to him pinching your thigh making you jump slightly. You all hit your marks on the chairs the music finished, as you all were trying to catch your breaths. Your teachers clapped as you got up walking to them.

“Amazing work guys, this is going to look amazing for the festival. Y/n Todoroki beautiful job the chemistry between you two was great.” Ms. Midnight complimented you both, you looked over to him, and he sent you a wink that had you smiling. They had dismissed you all and you got your stuff when you were turned around to see a very angry Bakugo.

“What the hell was that.” He hissed. You shrugged continuing to pack your stuff up

“It was dancing Kacchan you have eyes.” You stated, pulling your bag onto your shoulder.

“You know what I mean, you were all over him.” He growled giving you a glare. You crossed your arms leaning against the wall.

“Yes that the choreography hun.” You grabbed your school bag as well as your dance bag. “I gotta go, I have studying to do.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek but he grabbed your arm before you could walk too far.

“Why can’t you study at home?” He asked,

“It’s a group study, I’ll see you later babe.” You pulled your arm away and he watched you go over to Todoroki and walked out with him and boy did that infuriate him. So you guys did have to study plus making Bakugo jealous was a bonus, you got to meet Todoroki’s boyfriend, and he was such a sweetheart. He was a law major and they met when he accidentally walked into the auditorium for debate but saw Todoroki dancing and the rest is history.

A few weeks had passed and it was the night of the festival, you and the other girls were in one of the changing rooms changing into the outfits you were giving. Which was barely anything, you had a strappy bikini top, with some high-waisted bottoms and fishnets. Each of you was wearing similar outfits, you were all wearing black your hair and makeup was done as you all just relaxed in the changing room.

“We look hot.” Ashido said, making you all laugh, there was a knock on the door and Ms. Midnight came in closing the door behind her.

“My goodness you all look gorgeous, the group before us just came on so get out there and make me proud.” She gave you all a smile and went out.

“Welp dance closer to success.” You said and all the girls cheered as you made your way backstage where the rest of the boys were. You looked over the group of boys and you saw Bakugo standing in the back with Kirishima. You made your way through the group saying your hellos and good lucks.

“Hey Kacchan.” You smiled and he turned to you and his eyes widened looking you up and down.

“Damn Y/n, you look great.” Kirishima said, making you smile and an arm wrapped around your waist pulled your back to their chest.

“Hey babe.” You turned to Bakugo, pressing a kiss to his neck and his arms tighten around you. “Something wrong baby~” You smiled, looked up at his face and he grumbled.

“I don’t like you wearing this.” He pressed his face in your neck upset.

“I like it.” You replied before he could speak you guys were called out to perform. “Good luck Kacchan.”

You went over to the group of girls and did a quick prep circle, then you were out. You all stood on your marks as the lights dimmed to a faint red, and then you started. It had reached yours and Todoroki’s solo and the adrenaline and fun of making Bakugo jealous fueled you throughout the dance. People were cheering and whooping when you did the splits on him before going into the tango. The final beats rang through your ears as you all hit your final poses and applauses rang through the auditorium. You all got off stage and were surrounded by your other classmates as you all talked about the performance. You and your classmates went back to the dressing rooms to get change out of your costumes.

“Hey Y/n.” A voice made your turn from the door to the dressing room where the girls were.

“Hey Todoroki.” you gave him a smile as he walked up to you.

“I wanted to thank you for being a great partner.” He smiled thanking you.

“It was nothing you are an amazing dancer you would be great with anyone.” You complimented he nodded

“I almost forgot you know Hawks.” You nodded

“Yeah he is like the number 2 best dancer out there why what happened?” You asked

“Well he was there and asked to recruit me for his agency and perform with him for his next dance competition.” He smiled and your jaw dropped.

“Oh my God! That's amazing Todoroki congratulation!” You smiled pulling him into a hug. Unbeknownst to you and Todoroki hugging and talking more was your very angry boyfriend watching the whole exchange. The rest of the festival was spent watching the other schools perform you had sat with the girls throughout the rest of the dances. After it had ended you and your classmates were in the lobby either waiting for rides or just talking. You were talking with Kirishima about the other performances when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me Ms. Y/n” You turn and your eyes widened. The person was Rumi Usagiyama.

“You’re Rumi Usagiyama.” You gasped as the famous dancer smiled.

“Rumi is fine Y/n. I’ve seen your performance for quite a while and this performance pushed me to ask. Would you be interested in joining my agency? We have a competition next year in Tokyo and I would love for you to perform with us.” She smiled and your jaw was now on the floor, Kirishima elbowed you making you fix yourself.

“Uh.. Yes! I would love to that would be amazing.” You beamed and she smiled at your response.

“That’s great, call us and we will bring you in to meet the group,” She pulled out a company card which you took and then she left. You just stared at the card frozen. This was your dream coming true.

“Y/n.. You good?” Kirishima poked you when you still hadn’t moved,

“This is a dream someone pinch me.” You sighed. You yelped when you felt a pinch on your arm, you glared at Kirishima and he laughed.

“I gotta go tell Kacchan.” You rushed off trying to find him, you looked around the lobby filled with other schools. Where the hell was he? You gazed locked on blonde spiky hair heading to the front doors, you rushed as fast as you could weaving through people trying to get close to him.

“Kacchan!” You yelled making him turn and he had a frown on his face.

“Babe what’s wrong?” You slowed down going up to him grabbing his hand.

“It’s nothing shouldn’t you be with Icy-Hot.” He grumbled, fixing his bag and then you realized with you spending time with Todoroki your little prank had blown up way out of proportion.

“Baby it’s not like that,” You squeezed his hand only for him to pull it out of your grasp.

“I get it Y/n, he's better than me at everything, dancer, looks, and liking you.” He sighed looking away from you.

“Katsuki, Todoroki is gay.” He froze turning to you.

“What.”

“He’s gay Kacchan, look.” You pointed over to where he was, and there was Todoroki talking with his boyfriend before pressing a kiss on the lips.

“He’s..and you-...but you two-” He stumbled over his words still in shock.

“Are nothing but friends, I’m only yours you got it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck

“You damn right dumbass.” He smirked, pressing a kiss on your lips making you smile.

You pull away still in his arms “I have to tell you something.” You smiled trying to keep your excitement in.

“What is it?” He hummed caressing you the small of your back.

“After the performance Rumi Usagiyama came up to me and asked me to join her agency. She wants me to perform with her next year in Tokyo.” You jumped up and down unable to keep in your joy.

“Are you serious.” He smiled

“Yes I’m so excited!” You beamed. He lifted you in his arms making you laugh spinning you around

“That’s amazing baby.” He pulled you into a giant bear hug.

“I love you baby.” He pulled you into a kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too Kacchan.” You both pulled away smiles on your faces as you both made your way out the school back home where both of you would spend the rest of your time together.

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There’s No Business Like Show Business: Chapter 5, Part 1

T/N: This is one super-long chapter ( ; ω ; ) so it has been split into 2 parts.

One week later. This was the night Maya’s company had been invited to perform.

The West End of London, stretching from Soho to Covent Garden, was renowned for its large theatre district, crowded with historic names such as the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, Haymarket Theatre, and St James’s Theatre, in addition to newer entrants. [1]

Right in the centre of the district was Piccadilly Circus. At this time in history, the “Eros” fountain had yet to be built [2]. Here was the intersection of numerous thoroughfares, with pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages coming and going, day and night — the busiest spot in London.

It was here that a certain elderly noblewoman drove past in a carriage. But the next moment, she saw a strange sight in the middle of the square, and ordered her coachman to stop the carriage.

“……My word, what could that be?”

The words fell from her lips.

In the centre of the square was a simple stage about ten metres wide, composed of wooden boxes placed together and covered with boards. Passers-by had stopped to look out of curiosity, and a small crowd began to form.

After a short while, a lone woman appeared on stage.

She wore a sky-blue dress and a long, blonde wig. The crowd stared blankly as she gave a reverent bow.

“——Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. We are a small theatre company hailing from the East End. I am Maya, its chairperson.”

She raised her head, and gazed upon the whole of Piccadilly Circus.

“You may be feeling confused as to why a stage has suddenly occupied the Circus, but first, let me express our deepest gratitude that we, a theatre company of humble origins, have been able to meet you in this miraculous way.”

Her dignified voice resounded across the square, causing a stir among the onlookers. As more people noticed what was happening and gathered in droves, the crowd encircling the stage gradually expanded.

“Without further ado, let us bring you a little dream in a fantastic world.”

Maya ended her introduction with a graceful bow. Then, a man appeared on stage. Facing the crowd, he began to speak in a sonorous voice.

“It was a radiant afternoon filled with golden sunshine. A boat cruised leisurely down the river. Small, young hands gripped the oars. They seemed to lack strength: rising nimbly, then falling left and right as if to guide the oars’ movements.”

“……Hmm?”

The crowd listened intently as he narrated, with accompanying hand gestures.

“Oh, how terrible: what a cruel fate this is, to meet three girls! I’m all warm and sleepy. But still you wish to talk to me! You move my feathers, and do not breathe. But I’m all alone. I’m no match for the three of you.”

“This— Could it be……?” someone in the audience murmured.

With his monologue complete, the man took his leave. Then, another woman appeared at a corner of the stage. Holding a book in one hand, she began to read fluently from it.

“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank——”

In tandem with the narrator’s words, the blonde-haired Maya gave a small yawn. It was as if she had swapped places with a young girl herself. Without realising it, the audience held their breath.

Then from the side of the stage, a person appeared wearing a vest and rabbit’s ears, with a pocket-watch in one hand.

By this time, the crowd encircling the stage had become fully spellbound.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

“——All the world’s a stage. And the men and women merely players.” [3]

An actor delivered his lines from the stage of a gorgeous West End theatre, as its owner, a nobleman, looked on from the box seats.

The actor himself knew the height of his fame, and hence his actions were somewhat egotistical. Nevertheless, these were the acting skills of a true professional: his clear, bright voice resounded in every corner of the intricately decorated theatre, delving into the ears of his audience, and producing an indescribable feeling in their chests.

His salary was eye-wateringly high, but evidently, it had been an excellent decision to hire this actor. Still, despite his self-satisfaction, the nobleman had a pained expression.

The reason for it was clear. This was a renowned theatre company famous for its acting talent. Even though it was their opening night — a momentous occasion, the stalls were unusually empty.

He’d made sure to advertise the play well in advance, so this was unexpected. As he admired the actors, who were not bothered in the least by the empty seats in the audience, the nobleman stood up and headed to the entrance.

“Hey, you. Haven’t there been any more visitors?”

He directed his question to the young man behind the ticket window.

“About that— Just a while ago, it seems a show’s begun at Piccadilly Circus.”

“A show?”

“Yeah, though I heard about it from someone else. A stage suddenly appeared in the middle of the square, and it looks like there’s a play being held. It’s about…… that; the one where a girl chases a rabbit and falls down a hole, uh……”

Those keywords alone led the nobleman to the answer.

“——Do you mean, ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’?”

The young man clapped his hands in appreciation.

“Oh, that’s right. Yeah, that.” He sighed wistfully. “Ahh, it brings me back: I read it when I was a child. And as I recall…… was it ‘Maya’? It seems that’s the chairwoman’s name.”

“Wha……!”

Upon hearing that name, the nobleman recoiled in shock.

“That theatre company from the slums?”

A play held on a stage that appeared out of nowhere. The young man saw it as a mere street performance, but to the nobleman, this was something different. As soon as the image of the perpetrators surfaced in his mind, his face turned red with anger.

An extraordinary turn of events, happening right on the opening night of an important production — as if it had been carefully planned to do so. In other words, Maya and her company had intended to sabotage his production out of spite, by putting up a play out of the blue, and not even in a proper theatre. That was what the nobleman concluded.

To add insult to injury, they had chosen to perform “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”. To stand up to a classic with a piece of children’s literature. To pit Lewis Carroll against Shakespeare.

Although it was a ridiculous idea worthy of scorn, the fact remained that they had stolen his precious audience.

He posed a question to the young ticket seller.

“Well if that’s the case, wouldn’t there be a huge commotion? The Yard should be on to them any moment now.”

“That’s the thing…… It seems they’re already gone.”

Hearing that, the nobleman threw his head back in laughter.

“I told you so. It’s all because they’re out of their depth. They can recite their lines in jail for all I care.”

However, the young man made a troubled expression.

“Uh…… Sorry. I didn’t make myself clear. Actually it seems that after finishing one scene, they specified a different location, packed up their sets quickly and left.”

“……What?”

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Alice; a great girl like you, to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!”

Behind the church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, in Trafalgar Square, Maya and her company acted out the scene in which Alice shrank and grew larger, panicking all the while. The front of the stage had been covered with a white cloth, and a light shone on it from the back, allowing them to show the changes in Alice’s size in the manner of shadow puppets. As Alice grew until her head struck the roof, the audience buzzed in excitement.

Watching from the wings of the stage, Bond could see that everything was proceeding smoothly.

His plan to demonstrate the true abilities of this company, was a moving theatre that roamed all around the city of London—— a “guerrilla theatre”.

They would perform in busy areas to attract people’s attention, then quickly cut off their act and leave before the authorities arrived to stop them. After which, they would continue the performance at another location. One could say this method was the exact opposite of performing in an officially-recognised theatre.

There was a reason why they had changed the contents of their play. As their original performance comprised three short stories, there was a concern that the audience would grow bored after watching just one scene. However, staging a full-length play across various locations would keep up their interest for the next scene.

In addition, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” took place in a nonsensical, chaotic world, with no apparent connection between its acts. As a well-known story in itself, anyone joining in halfway would still be able to enjoy their performance — a perfect work to be presented in this manner.

The main issue was the acting, but that was helped by their practice in performing on a big stage.

As part of this plan, the play they would put up was not of the type that drew the audience’s attention to the stage right from the start, but rather one that was performed outdoors to people passing by. Hence they would have to project their voices and exaggerate their actions, but this was simply an extension of the two weeks’ practice they had done before.

Moreover, Maya and her company had extensive experience in performing children’s literature, with a focus on ease of understanding, so much so that they had almost learned the entire tale by heart. Memorising their lines had been no trouble at all.

Furthermore, the preparations at each of the locations they moved to — the very heart of the operation — were borne by the East End residents, who appreciated their performances.

The plan inevitably required manpower, but there would be no point in Bond providing it. However, with the trust of their fellow residents, Maya and her company had managed to recruit the stage crew by themselves. This achievement was their own.

As the company performed in one location, the stage crew would set up the temporary stages in the other locations across the city. They had accepted the company’s request with pleasure, and Bond couldn’t thank them enough for the depth of their kindness.

As he looked upon the crowd, all standing with eyes locked upon the stage, Bond chuckled.

——Even without a theatre, there would always be a place for acting.

It had been a wild idea to turn the city of London into their stage. But the East End residents lent them their support. And Maya and her company were putting up an excellent performance.

In a manner of speaking, this play was an all-out challenge from the people from the East End, to the gilded theatres of the West End.

Ten minutes till showtime. The players announced the location of their next act, then quickly descended from the stage.

“I’ll be leaving the cleanup to you then,” Bond addressed the remaining crew at the square. Then he directed the actors to board the carriages he had prepared. Taking the reins of one himself, he urged the horses forward in a gallop.

“Um, we owe it to you that our audience has enjoyed our play thus far, but…… I’m not sure if we can continue to do so,” Maya asked with a worried look.

Hearing that, the other actors in the carriage, who’d been going over their lines, turned solemn.

Although things had been going well so far, if their acts attracted too large a commotion, it stood to reason that Scotland Yard would put its full attention into stopping the play. Moreover, bad actors may also seek to take advantage of the hubbub. As far as possible, they wished to avoid their audience falling victim to crime.

Bond fully understood their apprehension. Because of that, he kept calm as he reassured them.

“Not to worry. I have some dependable colleagues.”

Saying that, he gazed in the direction the carriage was going, and smiled.

“It’s a popular saying, isn’t it? The show must go on.”

The curtains had been raised. Now all that was left, was to play their roles to the end.

Footnotes:

[1] This district is known as Theatreland (Wikipedia). The first two theatres listed are still standing, with St James’s Theatre having been demolished in 1957.

[2] If you were to go to Piccadilly Circus now, you would see a very prominent bronze fountain with a statue of a winged angel on top. Actually, the statue isn’t of the Greek god Eros at all. (Wikipedia)

[3] A line from Shakespeare’s As You Like It (Wikipedia).

Translator’s notes:

Quotes from Alice in Wonderland All dialogues from the East Enders’ production have been heavily referenced from the Project Gutenberg version of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll.

Thinking about what year the series was set in In this chapter, we learn that the “Eros” fountain hasn’t been built yet — it was unveiled only in June 1893. But we know some events of the Phantom of Whitechapel arc, such as when the people of Whitechapel formed a militia, did take place in history — these were broadly in the autumn of 1888. So this actually works out, and gives us a sense of when the events of the manga unfolded.

Edit: The manga seems to be canonically taking place between 1879-1882 latest — you can read my analysis here!

Piccadilly Circus in 1868 This is entirely for fun — here’s a screenshot from the game Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate (set in London 1868), with Evie standing at Piccadilly Circus:

I couldn’t find any pictures of the Circus from before the “Eros” fountain was built, but in Yuumori’s time, it would’ve still had the circular shape shown here. When Shaftesbury Avenue was built in 1886, it transformed Piccadilly Circus from a circle into the sort-of trapezoid crossroads layout it has retained today (British History Online).

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