#i didn’t even need to mold it or nothin i just put it in my mouth & let my teeth sort it out 😭😭😭

[bibleofficial]

i’ve been having such bad headaches & needing to pop my jaw so often for the past several days so i started wearing the mouth guard that i’ve only used once & i’ve alrdy chewed through it in my sleep

[softliebgott]

PICADILLY LILIES — Bill Guarnere

Hi! Can you write something fluffy with Guarnere? Maybe with the prompt “Let’s just stay here. I don’t ever want to move”. Thank you so much ♥️ (I love your writing) - Anonymous

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I listened to “I Put A Spell On You” by Annie Lennox while writing this. So this turned...a little indecent 👀

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IN ALDBOURNE the civilians were tickled pink to see the boys, and you and Bill were happy as hell to be alive. After D-Day, the flow of patients increased, and your position as a nurse was revised. Your ‘relative’ rank changed into a ‘full commissioned’ status. Moreover, you and the girls had to cope with inadequate supplies and lack of adapted Theater clothing. Nurses came under fire, others were taken prisoner, and many had narrow escapes. Deaths were unavoidable. The Army Nurse Corps worked closer to the front lines than they had ever before. The war was your personal paralysis demon, and it terrified you. 

You and Bill planned to use your seven-day passes as if they were your last.

“Two hundred green ones,” Bill said, counting his handful. “This is more than a South Philly kid has ever had in his hands.”

You pinned his ribbons and medals to his new uniform. “What are you gonna do with it?”

He folded the bills and tucked them into his breast pocket. “Send most of it back to my ma.” He shook his head. “Jesus, I miss makin’ ravioli with her.” 

“You don’t tell me enough stories about her.”

“Stories, stories.” He rocked his head side to side. “I dunno how to tell ya enough.”

You pouted your lips. You loved his stories as much as the boys. They helped distract you from the memories on the line, and kept your affection for him as strong as the moon’s light in darkness.

“Alright, cookie,” he said, softening. “You ever hear of Sophie Turner? Mom is like her; big, short, and plump. She sings and smokes. An absolute angel. I’d make a quarter from selling coffee for a nickel a piece, give it to mom, and she got so excited. She’d go play the numbers with it, and hope to double it.”

Smiling, you finished with his decorations and grasped his tie to pull yourself against him. He drew in a breath. You angled your head back to meet his eyes. His pupils had dilated. Your touch always disarmed him. “Think I’ll get to meet her someday?” You asked.

“Are you kiddin’? That ain’t even a question. Hasn’t been since I met you.”

“You mean that?”

He raised his brow. “You take me for a kidder?”

“I wouldn’t want her to dislike me.”

“Hell, if she don’t I’ll run away to the sticks with ya.” Bill gripped your hips. “But I doubt she’ll raise an eyebrow when she sees you.”

You reached your arms around his neck, balancing on your toes, and fit your lips to the crook of his neck. “I adore that you already think ahead for us,” you murmured. Your warm breath caused goosebumps to prickle along his skin.

He embraced you in a strapping hold, molding you against him. Both of your uniform decorations pressed uncomfortably to your bodies, but neither of you minded. It was more of a stimulation. Tighter, so I can feel how painfully you love me. “Nothin’ keeps more me more sane.” He loosened his hold, letting you fully stand back on your feet. His hands rested on your neck and he rubbed his thumb along your jaw. He leaned down, and you closed your eyes, lips parted and willing. He pressed his mouth to yours, hotter than a glowing cigarette, as if he needed a part of you to breathe himself. It was deep and impatient enough that you both felt each other’s teeth.

You always hated it when he pulled away, but you reminded yourself you had the next seven days with him to eat each other alive.

He said, “Let’s go raise hell.”

In London, everyone knew the boys were just in combat. They knew they killed people, and the Londoners expressed their fear almost as proudly as their opinion on tea. No one messed with the boys.

However...

Americans made three or four more times the pay than the English soldiers did, plus the extra fifty bucks jump pay. Bill and the boys threw their money away at the pubs. They’d slap a ten on the bar, look like big spenders, and impress the girls. Most of the time those were the girls of the English soldiers, and because of that a fever of brawls broke out. You and the boys raised Cain in London.

You drank, danced, and laughed yourself dizzy with Bill. Like the boys with the British girls, you and Bill openly showcased your affections. Whether it be a hard hand gripping your rear, or pulling you onto his lap to satiate his need to taste the alcohol on your tongue.

On the last night of your pass, it was late and you and Bill couldn’t find a place to sleep.

“I’ll get us a place to sleep,” he said. He held your hand as the two of you ran the streets like forbidden, lovestruck high school sweethearts. He took you to a USO club, but there were no beds left.

“Watch this.” Bill went to the door. Breathless, you hid your grin behind your hand and tried not to let loose your drunken giggles. He yelled, “Fire!”

Everyone burst out as if hell was on their heels, and Bill snagged your hand and slipped inside with you. You squeaked as he swiftly scooped you into his arms like a new bride. Drunk as sixteen skunks, you pried your heels off with your toes, and indulged in messy, salacious kisses with Bill. Despite having as many drinks as you both did, tasting each other made you more dizzily intoxicated.

He collapsed onto a bed, his weight pinning you. You started to desperately remove each other’s clothes, and Bill slinked down to kiss your legs, but stopped when you made a frustrated whine. He looked up to you. “Whassamatter?”

Face mangled with childlike sadness, you said, “I can’t undo my buttons. I’m stuck.”

“Lemme give it a go.” Bill climbed up to you and fumbled with the buttons on your uniform jacket. He acted as if the buttons were as slippery as a bar of soap. “Fuckin’, fuckin...shoot my ass and call me Betty! God damn!” He fell onto you in defeat, and your laughter brought tears to your eyes. 

It took you a while to calm down and catch your breath, but Bill didn’t mind. With your arms around him, he loved feeling the vibrations from your body and listening to your laugh. If there was anything he’d actually get more drunk on, it was your happiness. He snaked his arms around your backside and nuzzled your chest with his cheek. “Let’s just stay here,” he said sleepily. “I don’t ever wanna to move.”

You stroked your fingertips along his face, lulling him to slumber. I wish we could, you thought. We got war waiting. You tried to keep your eyes open to prolong this nightlife, but you were too at peace. Bill’s little snores betrayed your attempt, and you fell asleep.

[glamrock-jre]

detour

chapter 1: the end of the beginning

“you really did fall in love with me, huh?” a soft, husky voice asked as it cracked.

keigo laid on the ground, tattered up and bruised. “i hate to say it but...yeah i really did.” keigo confirmed as he gave a weak smile.

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Three Months Ago

Now Playing: Ferrari by The Neighborhood

smoke filled the air as the outline of a dark figure stood on a balcony, contrasting the bright lights of the city that laid in front of the silhouette. the figure exhaled as they looked down on the city, taking in the sounds of the cars passing by right along with the bustling people who held conversations and were heading to their destinations.

the door to the balcony opened as the figure didn’t bother looking as they took a long drag of a neatly rolled blunt that rested between their index and middle finger.

“what?” the figure’s low and husky voice boomed softly through the air, the smoke sneaking into the air. they rested on the fence that the balcony provided, not sparing even the slightest glance towards the door.

“that’s not how you talk your momma..” a small brown skinned woman rested on the doorframe. her jet black hair was in a small curly bob as she wore a baby blue robe around her small frame.

the figure seemed to tense up for a moment and then relaxed soon after.

“i didn’t know it was you ma..” the woman walked onto the balcony and walked in front of the figure, which is her presumably her son.

before the mysterious male could take another drag from the blunt he held, his mother grabbed it and took a drag from it, blowing the smoke out.

“i told yo ass i don’t want you smokin this shit.” the woman said in a soft but firm voice as she threw it off of the balcony, witnessing it fall into the lights of the city.

“i know ma. im sorry-“

“no no no baby boy. i don’t want you sayin that sorry shit either.” the mother interrupted as she rested her finger over her son’s lips gently, shushing him.

the unknown male seemed to visibly tense at his mother’s words once more.

“stand up baby.” the unknown male stood up almost instantly as the small woman sat down on the lounge chair the figure was previously in.

“come rest your head in my lap and tell your ma wassup wit you.”

“ma-“

“wasn’t askin. if you not gone tell me, at least let me calm your nerves cause you standin over there like you nervous and shit.” the figure seemed hesitant for a moment but eventually sat beside his mother and then rested his head on her lap.

she immediately caresses her son’s head as she ran her fingers though his hair, her fingers getting caught in some parts because of the kinkiness of her son’s hair. this same process went on for a few moments until the unknown male spoke.

“you ain’t gone ask nothin ma?” his soft, smoky voice questioned as the woman sat there in silence.

“you a grown man, not a little boy. it’s up to you if you gone tell me or not.” the unspecified male relaxed and sighed softly.

“i got something that’s gone benefit you and the family.” the woman hummed softly, urging the male to continue.

“it’s a real good plan that i been thinkin of for a while now and i think it’s gone work.” the woman breathed deeply as she pat her son’s head softly.

“sit up honey.” the unidentified male sat up and the mother snapped her fingers. water appeared suddenly and molded into a brush. she grabbed the brush and started to brush her son’s hair.

“watashi wa watashitachi no shinpai ni tsuite o shiri ni nani o tsutaemasu ka?”(“what i tell yo ass about worryin about us?) the sudden language change startled the unidentified male as he let out a shaky sigh.

“yaru ni kono detaramena basho kara dete moraitai..“ (“because i want yall to get out of this bullshit place..” he started as he took a deep breath.

“koko de yaru no tame no tawagotode wa arimasen. korera no hitobito wa karera ga yaru o fakku suru koto ga dekiru to omoimasu, soshite watashi wa finade wa arimasen korera no guchi ni karera ga yaru o hashira seru to omowa semasu-“ (“aint shit for yall here. these people think they can fuck yall over and i aint finna let these bitches think that they run yall-“

“mite yo kuso kuchi no shōnen.” (“watch yo damn mouth boy.”) the woman scolded as she yanked the male’s hair. the male let out a small yelp of pain as he whined slightly.

“gomen'nasai, okāsan.” (“sorry ma.”) the male apologized as the woman continued to brush his hair.

“listen baby...” the mother twisted the male’s hair with intense care. “i told you ain’t gotta about worry about us. you need to worry about yourself and what you gone do. you worry about other people too damn much that you don’t focus on yourself.”

“i don’t care about myself ma-“

“well i do dammit. plus, there won’t be a you to care for others in the future if you don’t take care of you-“

“i KNOW ma.” the sudden outburst made the atmosphere tense. the mother sighed as she put her son’s hair in a messy bun.

“look at me son.” the unrevealed male turned to his mother. the woman wrapped her arms around her son’s small physique. the male learned into her touch.

“i got your twin brothers and sisters to take care of me.” the male opened his mouth until his mother spoke again.

“they strong enough to keep me and yo daddy safe, okay?” the male nodded softly.

“i know you my lil tough one and the second man of the house...” the small woman smiled softly. “but you ain’t always gotta be strong and fight for us. we can hold our own.”

“you believe in your brother and sister’s strength right?” the unknown male nodded and the woman laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“okay then. you should rest baby.” the figure grabbed his mother’s hands and cradled them against his chest gently.

“you gone head ma. imma sleep in a few.” the woman gave a slight nod and stood up, walking to the balcony door. the mother turned around a bit and gazed at her son once more.

“i love you, son.” the unspecified male strides over to the fence of the balcony. the woman looked away and walked through the door. she froze when her son spoke.

Now Playing: Mount Everest by Labrinth

“watashi mo anata o aishiteimasu okāsan.” (“i love you too ma.”) the mother smiled gently, a tear riding down her cheek. she disappeared behind the door as she locked it. the son sighed softly as three pairs of wings sprouted from his back. his wings soon turned into two bodies, one of light and the other of darkness.

“hmm...what you gone do my lil cobra?” the dark body questioned, its deep and sensual voice spoke softly to the unspecified man.

“why are y’all two here?” the man questioned in annoyance as he gazed at the city again, resting his face against his hand.

“aww don’t be like that. we’re just your two split personalities tryin to see if you finna go through wit this plan you got goin.” the dark one spoke once more as he casted his distorted hand around the male’s neck, applying a bit of pressure.

“seduction ain’t gone work on me, kurumi. you get it from me after all.” the dark body, kurumi, let out a distorted fruity laugh.

“you finna give me a lecture or somethin, kioyoshi? you just there bein silent and shit, which is dry of you.” the light body, kioyoshi, shifted slightly as it stayed quiet for a moment. there was a tense silence for a moment until kioyoshi spoke softly.

“you know ma is right...” the man sighed disapprovingly and shook his head.

“ma just be sayin that shit to keep me from doin shit that she think is stupid-“

“well it is kinda stupid doe-“

“nobody asked you, kurumi.” the man rolled his eyes slightly as he continued to speak.

“what i came up wit ain’t gone only benefit our family but it’s gone benefit us too. y’all need to show some more trust and faith in me.”

“me and kurumi do trust you-“ kioyoshi started in a soft, deep voice that was also distorted before the unspecified male growled lowly and slammed his hands on the fence of the balcony, shutting kioyoshi up.

“WELL LET ME DO WHAT THE HELL I NEED TO DO DAMMIT!” a silence enveloped the three beings in a stiff quietness. it felt like it lasted forever until the man spoke once more, breathing deeply. he put his weight on the fence of the balcony.

“i ain’t mean to yell at you, kioyoshi. but i want y’all two to be with me on this shit. i feel like im doin the right thing this time. i just need at least y’all to agree to help me go through with this.”

another stiff silence. after a few minutes, the two bodies molded back into wings.

“kioyoshi? kurumi?” the man called out to the two. each of his wings fluttered when he did so.

“thank y’all...” the man spoke contently as he stood on the fence, closing his eyes.

‘this time...i won’t fail..’ that was the man’s last thought when he fell from the balcony, leaving a black feather and a white feather with blood splattered on them on the fence.

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Three Months Later (Present Day)

Now Playing: W.A.B by Megan Thee Stallion

keigo walked down a sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, gazing at his surroundings.

the ringing of a bell whenever someone entered a cafe, the erupting conversations that went on between two or more people as they walked down the sidewalks, the cars that occasionally zoomed down the streets of Japan, and let’s not forget- the commotion that surrounded him when he was noticed by his fans.

keigo gave a smug smile as he bathed in the attention he got. he started interacting with his fans, taking pics with them, showing off his wings and all of that jazz.

“can you take a picture with me? please?” an excited girl asked as keigo smiled and put up a peace sign.

“say cheese.” the camera flashed as the girl thanked him and ran off.

keigo looked around as he smiled in content then he saw an outline of a figure on top of a building. he tilted his head softly as the figure walked away. keigo shrugged it off and went back to appealing his fans.

suddenly, gunshots went off and civilians started shrieking and running away from the source. keigo looked around, seeing everyone panic and run around.

“i need for everyone to get to safety as quick as they can!” keigo yelled over the crowd as they kept running to safety. keigo flew into the air and looked around to spot where the bullets were coming from. his sharp eye snapped to a woman who held a gun. she had a psychotic grin on her face that was very disturbing right along with her pink dilated pupils.

a sweet but sinister giggle erupted throughout the rowdy crowd.

“come on hero~ aren’t you gonna save your sweet little civilians or just let them die?” she started blindly shooting at the civilians. some of the targeted civilians fell to the ground due to getting a shot in the back, leg, or the head unfortunately.

keigo sent his feathers off towards the armed woman. the woman laughed once more and her eyes glowed brightly as she pulled her head forward as another head came out of her neck, then her arms, and then finally her entire body. the feathers pierced the first body as it fell limp on the ground.

“well that’s something you don’t see everyday.” keigo stated in an amused tone.

the woman giggles once more as she did the same action with much more swiftness than before, creating more replications of herself.

“you heroes make my job too easy~” she started running around everywhere, making more clones as she went.

keigo quickly flew after her and shot more feathers towards the woman. he kept hitting clones as the woman laughed more.

“i would’ve thought that you were more sharp than this, hero.” keigo gave a look of confusion for a moment as he heard more of the civilians scream. he quickly looked and noticed the replicas of the woman shooting the civilians.

“dammit..” he shot some feathers toward the previous replicas as they fell one by one.

‘shit...im running out of feathers..’ keigo landed on the ground softly as he struggled to keep up with the clones and the actual person.

“the hero’s in a pretty tough situation...~” the woman laughed hysterically as she stood on a mountain of her replicas.

“just like my sister...who was just as helpless as these dumb civilians who somehow gets to get their lives saved.” she snarled as she shot a bullet towards keigo.

Now Playing: What’s New by Megan Thee Stallion

“these damn heroes..” a small male flipped from the top of a building and glided down towards the ground. he took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

a grating scream resonated throughout the street as everyone covered their ears.

“what the hell!” roared the psychotic woman as she covered her ears.

keigo winced as his ears started ringing as he looked at the ascending figure.

the momentum of the unknown male’s body seemed to slow down as he landed on the ground with grace and swiftness.

“now who’s the crazy lady tryna kill civilians and shit?” the male looks around at everyone as he pops a red lollipop in his mouth, fixing his outfit.

keigo watched from afar as he made a quick observation of the small man.

the man wore a tight fitting red and black jumpsuit with his chest out (which showed his smooth brown skin) and it snuggled against his curves rather nicely, long red bottom open-toe heels that reached up mid-thigh, black gloves that fanned out at the wrist, four red spiky thigh chokers, silver chains decorated the black belt and the silver zipper at the top of the jumpsuit, and a red and black mask covered his face.

the male’s semi-kinky hair seemed to be in a low messy bun as two curly strands hung in front of his face. lastly, his piercing two-toned eyes had a playful intent in them.

everyone looked at the unknown male in awe and perplexity. the unknown male finally finished fixing his outfit and looked at everyone.

“uh hello? ain’t nobody gone say nothing?” the male waves his hand and gave a perplexing look.

“it’s me.” the woman spoke out and smiles sinisterly. the male looked up at the woman and broke out into laughter as the woman gave a look of confusion.

“oh you deadass?” the male asked in slight surprise as the woman growled a bit.

“you little-”

“so you gonna come down here and fight like a real woman or are you gone stay there bein a pussy?” the still unknown male swirled his tongue around his lollipop. “you’re gonna get your ass beat anyway so lets get this over wit already.”

“you’re mocking me!” the woman screamed as some of her replicas from the pile got up and aimed their guns at the unknown male. he shined a toothy grin as his fangs showed. he tossed away the lollipop stick from his mouth, the candy part being gone.

“you think surrounding me with yourself is gone stop me from gettin to you? tedious much?” the small male rolled his eyes out of boredom as he rested one of his hands on his hip and the other playing with a strand of his hair.

the woman snarled as she yelled, “you cocky bastard!” each of the woman’s replicas shot their guns as bullets headed straight for the male.

the brown skinned male licked his lips and chuckled softly.

“stop.” the bullets slowed to a complete stop in front of his face. the small male pushed a few bullets aside with two fingers as he walked towards the clones, shining a smirk.

‘that’s not something you see everyday either.’ keigo thought as he (and the crowd) observed the male’s actions, recollecting his feathers.

“go.” the bullets hit the building behind the male, causing the window glass to break. the woman scowled as all of her clones ran towards the male as quick as they could. the small male sighed as he effortlessly dodged each of the clones’ attacks towards him.

keigo’s gaze stayed glued onto the male as he watched the small male dodged the attacks with swiftness.

“you gone do somethin, hero?” the male’s eyes connected with keigo’s as he parried a clone’s attack. “last time i checked, heroes ain’t supposed to be standin ‘round when there’s conflict happenin.”

keigo broke the eye contact and looked at the woman as she started to flee. keigo quickly fell to her and sent his feathers to knock her down.

“i hate you fucking heroes so much!” the woman shot at keigo as he quickly dodged the bullet and sent more of his feathers and knocked her gun out of her hand.

the woman grunted as the gun flew through the air. the small male caught the gun and looked at it.

“disassemble.” as soon as the small male spoke those words, the gun fell apart in his hands. he walked up to the woman in her vulnerable state as he stomped his heel into one of her hands, causing the woman to yelp in pain as she tried to push his foot.

Now Playing: Hmp by Micah

“who are you?” keigo landed on the ground as he strides over to the male and the struggling woman. the male looked at keigo for a moment and then casted his gaze back to the woman.

“who’s askin?” keigo let out an amused sound, shining a smug smile.

“pro hero hawks. number-“

“okay hawks. imma need for you to deal with this woman already.” the woman who was still struggling decided bite the male’s ankle. the male gave a glare and grabbed the woman by her hair, picking her up off of the ground.

“ow! let go of me!” the woman thrashed around in his grip as the male went to her ear, softly whispering inaudible words to her. the woman resistance slowly came to a stop as her body fell limp.

“you’re a defiant one.”

“i get that a lot.”

“are you a civilian?” keigo questioned as the police arrived to get the unconscious woman.

“i don’t believe that’s any of your business.” the small male put another lollipop in his mouth as he glanced at keigo.

“well i gotta make sure you aren’t using your quirk without a license. it’s a penalty for that type of stuff, yknow.” keigo took a few steps towards the unknown man.

‘he’s definitely not as small as i thought he was.’ keigo thought as he noticed that the man was almost the same height as himself, just an inch shorter. he also took notice to his mismatched eyes, which were red and hazel.

“what’s your quirk?”

“that’s not your business either.” keigo let out a soft laugh and looked the male.

“that attitude of yours is entertaining. i like it.” the brown skinned male raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms slightly, smirking a little.

“i see you one of those heroes that don’t let people get under your skin....” the small male gave keigo a down-up look.

“heh i guess you could say that.”

“but eventually they would fuck you over.” the male finished as he played with a chain on his outfit.

“no one can fuck me over so that’s where you’re wrong.” keigo disagreed confidently as he tilted his head slightly. the male let out a sound of amusement as he scratched his head.

“nah cause i know when a cocky, arrogant, selfish bastard is nearby. my radar’s goin off a mile a second right now.” keigo once again laughed with a slightly bitter tone.

“and i know when there’s a cocky, bratty, little bitch when i see one and they’re right in front of me.” a vein popped out of the brown skin’s forehead and he clenched his fists slightly.

“you know what? im not finna entertain you.” the still unspecified male laughed it off as he turned away from keigo.

“it’s not like you haven’t already i mean look at you.” keigo provoked with a smug tone.

“my self control holdin me back by a thread. a skinny, weak, thin thread so you might wanna watch your mouth.” keigo smirked and spoke once more.

“you feelin’ froggy? then leap.” as soon as those words came out of keigo’s mouth, a high roundhouse kick was delivered to his face. keigo grunted as he stumbled a bit. the male delivered a kick to his chest soon after, causing keigo to collapse to the ground. the male walked up to the winged man, resting his foot on his chest and leaning on his knee.

“this is somethin to remember me by.” keigo looked up at the male, noticing that he was holding a yellow lollipop. the brown skinned male applied pressure onto his chest, making keigo groan in pain as he tried to push the man’s heel off of his chest.

“imma let you slide because you don’t know me and i don’t know you.” the male raised his heel off of keigo’s chest and stood up. keigo gasped for air and coughed harshly for a moment.

“and imma just give you this.” he tossed the yellow lollipop onto keigo’s chest and smirked slightly. the police arrived at that moment and aimed their guns at the unknown man.

“ima sugu te o agete kudasai!” (“put your hands up now!”) the brown skinned man sighed and rested his hands behind his head, stretching softly.

“it must be because im half black..” the man spoke to no one in particular as he heard the police cock their guns. he glanced over at the psychotic woman’s body, noticing that she started to wake up from her short slumber.

“watashi wa anata ga anata no jū o mukerubeki monode wa arimasen...” (“im not the one you should be pointing your guns at..”) he nudged his head towards the woman on the ground, making the police look and aim their guns at her. the woman grunted as she looked around tiredly, quickly rising to her feet. she looked around frantically and then snarled as she saw the brown skin man.

“im going to KILL YOU!” the woman screamed as she aimed her gun at the male. wings grew from the male’s back as he leaped into the air.

“ima wa saru watashi no kyūdesu.” (“now’s my que to leave.”) keigo gazed at the male and the man connected his eyes with his. he winked at keigo and shined a toothy smile. the woman gritted her teeth and started shooting at the male. he flew around, dodging the bullets swiftly.

“taka no mawari ni aimashō.” (“see ya around hawks.”) the police tackled the woman down, causing her to struggle once more. keigo stood up and wiped the dirt off of his face, grabbing the lollipop and putting it in his jacket pocket and watched the man fly off towards a building.

Now Playing: West Coast by Lana Del Ray

“you’re not getting away that easily.” keigo quickly flew after the man. the male looked behind him and frowned a bit, noticing that he was following after him.

“i said see ya around for a reason.” the male flew faster as keigo was gaining up on him.

“i can’t just let some random person who decided to use their quirk get away like it’s just something to do normally when they should know that there are laws for this type of shit.” the male rolled his eyes in annoyance and landed on the building and started to sprint. keigo also landed and continued to chase the man.

“if you want your ass kicked again you could just say so cause i’d do so gladly.” the man leered as he noticed keigo keeping up with him.

“you caught me off guard so that doesn’t count.” keigo reached out to grab at the man until the man hopped to another building. he rolled so the landing wouldn’t be rough in his ankles. keigo skidded to stop himself from falling off the edge.

“well you heroes s’posed to have yall guards up no matter how safe you think the situation is. that’s your fault.” the man spoke from the other building as he ran off again.

‘what is with this guy?’ keigo pondered as he flew after the man once again. the man leaped from building to building as keigo wasn’t too far behind.

‘what is with this guy?’ the man thought as he saw keigo chasing him once more. he sprinted quicker whenever keigo got too close for comfort.

“well you didn’t seem like a threat to me. i mean you’re so small.” keigo mocked as he flew beside the man, throwing a smug look his way. the man looked over at him and glared as leaped over and jumped at keigo. the man landed on keigo’s back and stood on it.

“you talk a whole lotta shit for a man to be ridin on your back.” the man made known as he started stomping on the winged male’s back, making keigo grunt in discomfort as he struggled to keep flying.

“my wings are back there so watch your step.” the male smiled as he looked down at the flying man.

“oh you mean these?” the man stepped on one of keigo’s red wings as he groaned painfully. his balance was thrown off and the man stumbled upon his balance being thrown off too.

“mind you, you’re on top of me and im the one flying so if i go down, so do you.” the male let out a deep chuckle as he grabbed onto a streetlight pole and he balanced on top of it like a cat would with a beam.

“you might wanna watch ya face.” the man warned as keigo looked in front of him. he would’ve face planted into a window if he didn’t fly upwards in time. he went on top of a building and looked for the man once again. he searched around everywhere until he saw a glimpse of long kinky hair on another building. keigo quickly soared to the building in seconds and landed on top of it.

“im done playin cat and mouse, actually, bird and prey. you can come out and come with me or im gonna have to use my feathers.” keigo stated as he was greeted back with silence. he cautiously grabbed two of his feathers and peeked around a fragment of the roof, seeing no one there.

suddenly, keigo jumped away from the building fragment and looked at where he stood before.

“you really startin to piss me off.” the man walked out of the shadows as he glowered at keigo.

“there you are-“ keigo dodged a punch from the man and grabbed the man’s wrist. the man turned as he threw a kick at keigo, only for keigo to push his leg away and twist his arm behind his back.

“ah!” the man gritted his teeth and growled as he tried to wiggle out of keigo’s iron grip. keigo pulled the man’s hair, making the man cry out in pain and grab at keigo’s hand.

“it’s the hair every fuckin time..” the man muttered as keigo pulled his hair enough to make the man look up at him.

mismatched eyes gazed at golden ones. for a moment, they both were just the only ones there, which they actually were but like they were in a different world.

“if you wanted my name you could’ve just asked.” the man broke the silence as his voice got a bit shaky. keigo snapped back to reality and showed a complacent smirk.

“but it wouldn’t have been my business though, huh?” the man rolled his eyes, letting out a small laugh.

“touché. but can you at least let me stand up and introduce myself?” keigo raised an eyebrow slightly.

“im deadass not gone do nothing, i swear.” the man assured with a smile.

“that smile of yours says otherwise.”

“you gone have to trust me?”

“i just met you.” the man sighed deeply.

“fine. fine i won’t actually do anything for real.” keigo hesitated but in the end he let the man go. the man breathes deeply and stands up, looking at keigo.

“where’s my lollipop?” the man suddenly asked as he scratched his head. keigo look perplexed for a moment and then he thought for a moment, flashing back to when the man gave him a lollipop after he kicked him earlier.

“i have it.”

“good i want it back cause that’s my favorite flavor.” the man was about to grab it from keigo until he moved it away from him.

“ah ah ah~ not until you tell me your name.”

“really?”

“it’s only fair. you gimme your name, i’ll give you your lollipop back.” the man rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms. keigo smiled as he started humming patiently.

“rubae.” keigo paused and smirked at the man, now known as rubae, humming in satisfaction. rinse reaches for his lollipop and keigo shrugged and gave it to him.

“you looked like you was about to some slick shit.”

“for a moment but im a man of my word.” rubae bit his lip a little and opened the lollipop. he walked up to keigo and looked up at him.

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“why you take a sudden interest in me? i could be a villain, maybe even worse.” keigo breathes deeply and opens his mouth to speak.

“because i saw you lookin at me earlier. yknow from that rooftop.” rubae tsked and shook his head.

“how would you know if that was me?”

“because i remember seeing that kinky hair of yours. it looks really nice too.” rubae smiled and looked down.

“we just met and you over here flirtin and shit..” keigo chuckled softly and leans towards rubae.

“what? don’t know how to take a compliment?” keigo pointed out as rubae took a few steps back.

“no. i mean yeah, but...“ rubae stammered as keigo laughed softly.

“buuut?”

rubae shook his head and stayed quiet. then keigo raised rubae’s face up by his chin, sending shivers down rubae’s body.

“what happened to that confidence all of a sudden? you went from talkin’ shit to being a bashful mess.” rubae realized how close their faces were to each other.

‘he comin at me strong as fuck...” rubae thought as he took a deep breath and put the lollipop into keigo’s mouth. he walked past keigo and stood on the edge of the rooftop.

“i thought you wanted this back.” keigo remarked as he turned to rubae, taking the lollipop out of his mouth.

“you look like you needed to try somethin new.” rubae replied, making keigo laugh once more. rubae walked forward, preparing himself to fall.

“watashi wa sugu ni anata ni audarou to kanjimashita.” (“got a feelin i’ll be seein you soon.”) rubae smiled slightly as his mismatched eyes glowed in the sunlight, his kinky long hair dancing in the wind.

“sorenara minakereba naranai nodesu ne?” (“just gone have to see, huh?”) rubae ended with a playful tone. he fell back off of the rooftop of the building. keigo quickly ran to edge, only to see that rubae wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“hm..” many thoughts came to keigo in an instant as he walked away from the edge going back to the street where he and rubae met.

A/N: wassup y’all kazu here !! this the first chapter of detour and i decided to do this story because it really just popped up into my mind and i wanted to just share my creativity with y’all. tbh, i feel like im also writing this story cuz i wanted to make my poc/black people and the males feel included bcuz y’all very much deserve to feel included. i know it’s my oc but i still hope that y’all will enjoy the story. hope y’all enjoyed and look forward to the second chapter of detour. thx for readin <33

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Take it Slow - Part Ninety

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: FLUFF!

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You were shaking with excitement. Your Nannie was flying up from Florida today, and you’d be getting your nails done with her after work and heading to dinner. You weren’t sure what Saturday would hold, you’d probably cook a bunch with her so everything was good to go for the Jewish New Year on Sunday. You couldn’t wait to make the brisket with her.

“How come you don’t just take a half day?” Niall asks.

“I need to save my vacation time. I took so much this summer, and I wanna save it back up for when the holidays roll back around. I have Monday off anyways.”

“You must be so excited to have alone time with her.”

“I’m ecstatic! Harry just gets it, you know? He’s so good to me. He’s even leaving work early to pick her up at the airport. He’s really my partner.” You swoon.

“You have no idea.” Niall says under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothin’, I just said that’s great.” He smiles. “So, what are yeh doin’ tonight?”

“Well, Harry’s gonna stay home with Buster, and she and I are gonna get our nails done and then go out for dinner.”

“Nice! That’ll be fun.”

//

Harry leaves work around 3PM to go pick up Nannie. He pays to park the car and waits inside at the terminal. He sees the baggage claim number for her flight is number three, so he makes his way over there. He was wearing an open short-sleeve button up with a white tank top underneath. The tank top was tucked into a pair of tan slacks. He looked like he had just come from Florida himself.

“Harry!” He’d know her high pitched voice anywhere now.

He turns around and smiles at the short, white haired woman walking towards him. She gives him a hug and kiss and stands at baggage with him.

“Normally I wouldn’t even check a bag for such a short trip, but with all my medication I just didn’t want to risk them throwing anything out.”

“I get it, no big deal.” He smiles. “What’s your bag look like.”

“Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.”

A multicolored bag with butterflies all over it comes out and she nudges him. He chuckles to himself and grabs it.

“Thanks so much for coming in. I’ll give you the money for the parking.”

“You’re welcome, and no need.” He lets his arm out and she hooks hers through it to help her walk across the street to the parking lot.

“Don’t make me yell at you again.” She says as she gets into his car.

“Don’t make me yell back.” He says as he starts the car. She shakes her head and laughs.

“So…what exactly does she think is happening this weekend?”

“She thinks you’re comin’ to celebrate the New Year, and that you’d be stayin’ with us so she wouldn’t have to share her time with you like she usually does.” She nods. “You’re getting your nails done with her tonight and goin’ to dinner.”

“Right, and that’s when I’ll mention what I’d like to do tomorrow.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m very excited about all this.” She puts her hand on his shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

“Me too.”

“And what will you do tonight while we’re gone?”

“I’ll be callin’ her dad to let him know what my intentions are. I know I don’t need to, but I just feel like it’s the respectful thing to do.”

“Do you plan to do the same with my daughter?”

“No offense, but I don’t think she’d be able to keep it a secret.” He laughs.

“You know what? You’re right.” She laughs too. “If her father raises his voice to you, you let me know. I have no problem giving him my two cents.”

“You don’t have a problem giving anyone your two cents.”

“Damn straight.”

“Are yeh hungry at all? I can whip somethin’ up for you when we get in.”

“I ate on the plane, honey, thank you though. I’m excited to meet Buster!”

“He’s excited to meet you too. He’ll be home waitin’ for us.”

//

Harry gets your Nannie inside, and shows her the guest room before showing her the rest of the apartment. He helps her up and down the stairs of the loft, and takes her out to the balcony. Buster couldn’t get enough of her. He sits with her on the sofa while Harry gets her some iced tea to sip on.

“He’s such a love-bug.”

“Isn’t he? We got really lucky, he’s a chill dog.” He sits down next to her.

“That’s such an interesting outfit you’re wearing. You look like one of the grandpas from Miami.” She laughs. “But I mean that in the nicest way.”

“Thanks.” He laughs too. “I wear a lot of…interesting things.”

“So I’ve seen. Y/N sends me a lot of pictures. I like that you’re so expressive. I think it complements Y/N because she wears plainer clothes.”

“Yeah, she’s really into solids, not a lot of patterns.”

“Think she was scarred for life after some of the hand me downs from Bridget. Too eighties.” She scoffs. “She would always fight with her mum when they’d go clothes shopping, but she never fought with me. If she told me she didn’t like something we’d move on and find something else. Why force a kid to wear something, you know?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

//

You get home as fast as you can. Your two favorite, plus your baby boy were all waiting for you. You key into your apartment, and drop your things at the door. You see Harry and your Nannie chatting on the sofa.

“Nannie!” She turns around and stands up. You race over to her and hug her.

You both start jumping up and down with excitement, making Harry laugh. Buster starts yipping from all the excitement.

“Are you having fun with your Nannie?” You pat his head. “Thank you so much for picking her up.” You give Harry a quick peck. “Are you ready to get our nails done? We need to get there soon.”

“More than ready, just let me pee.” You watch her walk down the hallway. “How is she? She’s good?”

“Yeah, she’s great. She snoozed for a bit this afternoon, tired from the flight.” He smiles. “Had a nice chat with her.”

“Listen, if I give you the list of what we need for tomorrow, could you go to the market tonight? The brisket takes like all day to make and-“

“Say no more, just text it to me.”

“Thank you so much. All of this means so much to me.”

Nannie comes back from the bathroom and out the door you go. Harry gets to the market and buys everything on the list, and puts it all away when he gets in. He sighs and takes his phone out. It was now or never. Your dad picks up on the second ring.

“Hi Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Harry, good to hear from you. How’s the studio?”

“Oh, it’s great! Gettin’ lots of business. Looks like we’ll be plenty busy through the fall.”

“That’s great, so what’s up? Is Y/N alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s out gettin’ her nails done actually.” There’s an awkward pause. “I have some plans for us tomorrow that I’d like you to know about…are you busy this evening?” Harry decided last minute this was something he needed to do in person.

“Um…I can make myself available. I’m an Elks member, why don’t I meet you at the lodge in town. Something tells me we’ll need a beer involved if this is what I think it’s for.” Harry chuckles softly to himself.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone and looks at Buster. “I need to go see Grandpa for a bit, will you be alright until mummy and Nannie get back?” Buster yips at him. “S’what I thought.”

Harry texts Niall that he’ll need him as an alibi, and Niall happily agrees. He grabs his keys and heads towards the Elks lodge.

//

You and your Nannie were just getting your feet into the water for your pedicures.

“That’s a really nice orange you’ve picked out.” She says.

“Thanks, thought it would be nice for fall, you know? I see you went with your classic red.” You giggle. “Did you have anything in mind for dinner tonight? I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”

“How about we go for some seafood. We could go to the No Name if you felt like driving out that way.”

“Yeah! God, I haven’t been there in years.”

“We can park at the Long Shoreman’s Union building. I’ll just need to go inside and give your Papa’s name.”

“Alright.” You smile at her.

“So, how’s school going?”

“Really good. I had a class over the summer that I finished a couple of weeks ago, and another just started at the beginning of this week. It’ll end in November, and then another will start right after. A lot of the classes are eight weeks. At this rate I’ll easily finish next summer.”

“That’s wonderful honey! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Nannie.”

“Harry told me about all the work you’ve done for him for the studio. Do you think you’ll ever consult with other businesses and tell them how to market their things?”

“I don’t know…I think that would involve a lot of traveling, and I’m not into that. I really like my job, so I’m not looking to make any major changes at the moment. I think if I ever changed careers I’d wanna teach at a collegiate level. Mold the younger minds, show them how to do what I do.”

“I could see that for you actually. I think you’d be a great teacher. But to be fair, I think you could do anything you set your mind to.” She laughs.

“I will say, I did enjoy building Harry’s website. It was fun to work on a project with him.”

“That’s what he said. He really is such a lovely man. You know he parked his car at the airport and waited for me inside?”

“Really?! He never does that. I’m so glad he did that.”

“Carried my luggage out too. I wanted to pay him for the parking, but he wouldn’t let me. It’s funny, no one ever dares fight with me about that sort of thing, but he does. I like it.”

“We’ve fought a few times about him always paying for stuff. He’s a real stickler for it.”

“He’s a proper gentleman, nothing wrong with that. What colors do you think you’ll get your nails?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. I was thinking maybe dark red? I think that would be another fun fall color.”

“Just one color?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I feel like an accent nail this time.” You look at the colors you currently have. “This is nice, but I wanna change it up.”

“Well you know I love red, so I support you on that.” You both laugh.

//

Harry walks into the Elks lodge and your dad is already sitting at the bar. He waves him over, and they shake hands. Harry sits down on the stool next to him.

“What’s your drink, Harry?” Your dad asks. “Feel like a beer or something a little stronger?”

“Whatever you’re havin’ is fine with me, sir.”

Your dad orders two scotches on the rocks, and Harry’s a bit surprised but he rolls with it. They clink glasses and both take a small sip.

“So…get on with it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I know what this is all about, so go ahead, ask me what you wanted to ask me.”

“Well…I’m not necessarily askin’ yeh anything. I’m more so just telling you what my plans are.”

“Alright, so tell me what your plans are.”

“I’m askin’ Y/N to marry me tomorrow night…and even though I don’t need your permission, your blessing would mean a lot to me.”

“Do you have her grandmother’s? I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but my opinion really doesn’t mean much to her.” She rolls her eyes. “But her grandmother’s…my mother in law means everything to her.”

“I have it…she’s actually helpin’ me with it.” Your dad gives Harry a funny look. “I flew her in. She’s getting’ her nails done with her now, actually.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“You flew Nannie in?”

“Yeah.” Your dad laughs and nods, taking another sip of his drink.

“That’s very impressive. You know, before I asked Lynn to marry me, I invited her uncle out for a drink. Her father wasn’t really in her life.”

“Right…Y/N’s Papa wasn’t biologically related, she was Lynn’s stepfather?”

“Technically, but he didn’t have a hand in raising Lynn. He didn’t come into our lives until a year before Bridget was born.” Harry nods. “So Lynn’s uncle was the next best thing at the time, they were close anyways.” He smiles. “I basically asked him what the family thought of me, all the sort of stuff. Wanted to make sure everyone else liked me before becoming part of a family you know?”

“Understandable.”

“Well, if her Nannie approves of you, you don’t need much more reassurance than that.” He sighs. “But it does mean a lot to me that you wanted to do this in person. You’ve only been together a year…”

“I’m aware.” He smiles and takes a sip of his drink.

“And within all that time, you think you know her well enough that you want to spend the rest of your life with her? Because I swear to god if I ever get a phone call saying that you’re leaving her I will kill you, or her brother would kill you. Actually, I think we’d plan to urder you together if you ever did anything to hurt her.”

“Sir, I promise you, I have nothing but the best intentions with Y/N. I don’t wanna be without her, ever. I love her very much, and I wanna be her husband. I want her to be my wife.”

“And you’re positive she wants to be your wife? She wants all the same things you do? Just because you two got a dog together-“

“She does, I can assure you we’ve talked about all this.”

“Does she have any idea this is happening tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Why does she think her grandmother is here then?”

“Sunday is the Jewish New Year, isn’t it?” Harry grins.

“So you told her you flew her in so her grandmother could be here for the holidays?” Harry nods yes. “Damn, that’s pretty good. She loves surprising other people, this is really gonna get her.” He smiles.

“So…wait, are you sayin’-“

“You have my blessing, Harry.”

Harry stands up and pulls your dad in for a hug, he hugs him back and pats his back.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Harry laughs and sits back down.

“Sorry, just, thank you so much.”

“Does your mother know about all this?”

“Oh sure. She said she was cool with it months ago. I bought the ring over the summer. Would you like to see a picture?”

“No, I’d rather wait for Y/N to send me a picture when it’s on her finger.” He finishes his drink. “Up for another? I can’t believe my baby girl is going to get married. Erica’s gonna pissed.” He laughs. “Took her fiancé ten years to pop the question you know?”

“Guess everyone does everything in their own time. That’ll be a fun wedding, his family is huge.”

“They haven’t even set a date yet. You two will probably get married before they do.”

//

You and Nannie head to the seafood place after your nails are all set. She wouldn’t let you pay, but you insisted she let you pay for dinner. She said you could make that decision when the check came.

“Mm, I haven’t had a decent cup of chowder in forever.” She says.

“There’s plenty of seafood where you live, I find that hard to believe.” You giggle.

“There’s just something about clam chowder from New England. So…what were you thinking tomorrow looked like?”

“Well, I sent Harry shopping. I figured we’d cook all day so Sunday we’d have an easier time setting up for everyone. Plus, it’s better to make the brisket the day before, you taught me that.”

“Very true. That’ll be nice, you know I love when we get to cook together. I was thinking for dinner though we could go to Castle Island.” You almost choke on your water. “We could watch the sunset at the beach, and then walk over to Sully’s, wouldn’t that be fun? We could walk over to the park, sit on the swings, and then go back for ice cream just like we used to.”

“Nannie…I would love to do that. I went with Harry and Niall at the beginning of the summer and I’ll be honest, I got a little emotional.”

“It’s hard not to when there’s so many good memories. We’ll be an extra vanilla ice cream for Papa, it’ll be like he’s with us the whole time.”

“That sounds nice. The weather is supposed to be really warm and clear tomorrow, so I think a sunset beach walk is perfect.”

//

Harry gets back from drinking with your dad before you get back with your Nannie. He brushes his teeth to get the liquor off his breath, and chews some gum. He lets Niall know he’s back as well. He takes Buster out quick, and settles in on the sofa.

You and your Nannie come in, and sit with him on the sofa.

“Have a nice time out, girls?”

“It was great, like my nails?” You stick them in his face.

“They’re beautiful.”

“What about mine?” Your Nannie copies you.

“Absolutely lovely.”

Your Nannie goes to change into a nightgown and robe, and you go put a t-shirt and shorts on.

“Now, it’s Friday night, so I need to watch Beach Hunt Bargain Hunt on the Home Network.” She says to you.

“Of course, Nannie.”

You switch the Hulu Live, and put her show on for her. Harry changes into some pj’s as well, grabs his glasses and book, and comes back to the couch.

“Oh, here’s Mrs. Asshole, it’s a vacation home, you can paint!” He looks up from his book in shock at your grandmother’s language.

“Right?! These people give me a fucking headache.”

“And here’s her husband, Mr. Asshole, who she’s clearly only with for the money, ready to walk away from a perfectly good place because her lazy ass can’t be bother to paint.”

“You both realize this show is completely staged right?” You both whip your heads in Harry’s direction. “They’ve already picked out and paid for the home they want. The the other houses they look at don’t matter. That’s why they come up with stupid excuses not to buy them.”

“Harry, honey, shut the fuck up.” Your Nannie says with a big smile. “Go back to your book.”

He opens his mouth to speak again, but decides against it. You can’t help but giggle. He was right, but half the fun of the show was just going with it.

Around 10PM you all call it a night. Harry says goodnight to your grandmother and heads into the bedroom.

“Night precious girl.”

“Night Nannie.” You both hug and kiss, and you go into the bathroom to do your routine. You snuggle up to Harry.

“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” He asks as you lay on his chest.

“We’re going to cook for most of the day, and then she asked if I’d take her to Castle Island. Do you wanna come?”

“Oh, that sounds great! But I actually have an engagement shoot tomorrow evening.”

“Will you be gone during the day too? Thought maybe you’d like to cook with us, see how it’s all done.”

“Definitely free in the morning.”

“Good.” You snuggle in closer. “I know I don’t like to share her, but I like the idea of the three of us spending time together.”

“Me too, angel.”

“She likes you a lot Harry. She went on and on about this evening.”

“Aw, well I like her a lot too. I can see where you get a lot of your personality from.”

“She’s been a really good role model, for sure.”

“She told me a lot of your Papa this afternoon…”

“She did?”

“Yeah, she really drove home how you were just his little baby. Brought tears to my eyes.”

“He was the best, plane and simple.”

//

The next morning, you get up early knowing your grandmother was an early riser. You get some coffee started, and make oatmeal for the three of you.

“Morning, Nannie.” You say sitting down at the island.

“Morning darling girl. Is one of these for me?”

“Yup, oatmeal and I made your coffee how you like it…black with two Splenda.”

“Thank you, honey.” She sits down next to you at the island.

Harry comes in shortly after, only in a pair of boxers, rubbing his eyes.

“Um…Harry?” He hums his response as he grabs the coffee you made him. “A bit under-dressed for company don’t you think?”

He looks down at himself and then to your grandmother who was trying not to laugh.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot, and-“

“So, like, go put some clothes on, dude.” You say laughing, and he turns to go. “Sorry about that, Nannie. He’s always really groggy on the weekends.”

“It’s alright, it’s your home after all. Plus, he’s not bad to look at.” You gasp playfully at her and nudge her shoulder. Harry comes back in with a t-shirt and sweatpants on.

“Oatmeal’s on the counter for you. Put grapes in how you like.”

“Thanks.” He smiles and sits next to your grandmother. She squints as his tattooed left arm. “Yes?”

“Is that a naked woman? How did I not notice this before?” She points to the mermaid on his arm.

“Yeah, she’s naked.” He shrugs and takes a bite of his oatmeal.

“Why?”

“Why not?” He smirks at her. “I have a lot of weird ones, try not to question it, Nan.” He takes another bite. “Some of my bigger ones I’ve had to use to over up other ones. Like these two on my forearms covered up two quotes that I just didn’t like anymore. And then I used to have another quote here.” He points to one of his hips. “So the ferns cover that up. Plus, I just liked how symmetrical it looked with the birds.”

“I think I like the butterfly the best, I love butterflies.” They smile at each other. “Y/N, what’s your favorite tattoo of Harry’s.”

“The sunflower near the mermaid.” He flexes his arm to show your grandmother. “He got it months ago for me…when I got my nose pierced.”

“Oh! That’s stunning. It’s amazing how they can get so much detail in such a small area.”

“You know that rose ring I wear as a necklace?” She nods. “So, I wear Harry’s favorite flower, and now he wears mine.”

“But you also got him that ring.”

“Yup.” You giggle. “Not everyone can see the tattoo so easily.”

You all finish breakfast, and your Nannie cleans up the dishes. You tell her you just need to shower and then you can get to cooking. Harry follows you into the bathroom.

“You’re nuts if-“

He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you. You don’t fight him on it, it felt good to have his lips on yours.

“Don’t worry, I’m not lookin’ for any funny business.” He gives your bum a pat and turns the water on for the shower. “I also need a shower.”

“You’re always looking for funny business.”

“I’m choosin’ to be respectful of our guest.” He steps into the water and so do you. “Embarrassing enough that she got an eye-full this mornin’.”

“Oh, it was fine, she didn’t care.”

You both get out of the shower when you’re done and get dressed. For now you throw your hair up in a bun, and put some sweats on. Harry does the same.

“I’m gonna take Buster out while you both get set up.” He kisses you on the cheek while you go into the kitchen with your grandmother.

“I like that he calls me Nan, that was cute.

“Wasn’t it?”

You preheat the oven and pull out everything you need for the brisket. Nannie gets a pot of water started for the carrots and potatoes. They would need to be partially boiled before going in the oven with the meat. You both get to peeling. Harry comes back with Buster.

“What can I help with?”

“Chop these up after we’ve peeled them.” You say to him and he nods.

A little while later after going through the recipe, you get the brisket in the oven.

“How long does it cook for?”

“That’s getting slow cooked for six hours. Then you drain all of the juices into a pitcher and put it in the fridge overnight. You can get all of the fat out easier that way. And you also cut up all the meat. Then tomorrow you put it all back together and bake it for like an hour to heat it back up. It’s so good. Cuts like butter.” You take out two pans and put a new pit of water onto the stove. “Gotta make the kugels now. Fair warning, the place will smell like meat.”

“I don’t mind, bet it’ll smell really good. So, this is your recipe, Nan?”

“It’s actually my brother’s.” She laughs. “But I made it more often than he did. When I moved to Florida he started making it more often again. I think he makes it the best, but I’d never tell him that.”

“I can’t wait to see him tomorrow. Everyone’s excited to see you.”

“Well, they better be. I came all this way for a reason, didn’t I?”

Harry was getting more nervous by the second. Every hour that passed was another hour closer to the big moment. He would need to head out soon. Luckily, everything he needed was at the studio, including the clothes he’d be wearing.

“All that’s startin’ to smell really good.” He says when he comes out to the living room dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt. “I gotta get goin’, long drive to the shoot.”

“Alright, babe.” You stand up to give him a kiss goodbye. “Have a good time. Will you be late?”

“Probably, don’t wait for me to eat or anything.”

“We’ll be eating at Sully’s.” You say. “I could bring you back something if you want.”

“That’s alright sweetheart, just enjoy the time there.” He kisses you again, and he waves off to your grandmother and gives her a nod. You go to sit with her.

“Brisket should be done soon. Let’s go check on it. I wanna get it cut up and all that before we head out.”

“Good idea.”

You both get everything situated once it’s done. It smells even better than you remember. You refrain from taste testing it. You’d rather just save it for tomorrow.

“That’s good honey, well done.”

You get it all in the fridge.

“I’m gonna go wash up. I might wear a dress, it’s so nice out.”

“That’s a great idea, wear your hair down too, you have such pretty hair.”

You smile at her and go into the bedroom to change. Buster follows you in. You pull out a white dress with buttons down the front. It had thick spaghetti straps, and flowed to just past your knees. You figured she’d approve. You also loved it because it had sunflowers on it. You didn’t really care ofr floral prints, but you liked how large the flowers were and how they were scattered around. You put a little makeup on, and fix your hair so it’s down and wavy. You put on some cute sandals and meet her back out to the living room. She had put on some white slacks and a sweater. You knew it was a little chillier for her.

“Wanna bring Buster too?” She asks.

“Sure! I think he’ll enjoy that.”

//

You get to the beach around 4PM, well before sunset. You both sit across the street on one of the benches, and watch as people walk and run by. Families with strollers, kids still playing outside. It was a really nice evening.

“It’s funny, not a lot has changed has it?” She asks.

“Not really, but that’s what I like about it. I can come here and it feels like I’ve stepped into a simpler time. Like if I were on the beach itself, I could look back here and see Papa sitting at this bench.”

“He’s with us for sure, baby.” She squeezes your hand.

After an hour or so of walking along the peer, you drive over to Sully’s. You get your chicken nuggets, and your Nannie treats herself to a hot dog, not something she ever really eats, but it was what your Papa really liked to eat. You give Buster some water, and you both stand up to start walking towards the park.

“Not a lot of people here this evening…weird, it’s so nice out.”

“Yeah, that is weird.” Your Nannie looks over to the bathroom. “Honey, I just need to go pee quick. That large water went right through me.” She laughs. “Why don’t you head down to the playground and wait for me there.”

“Okay.” You shrug.

“Can I take Buster with me?”

“You want to take Buster into the bathroom with you?”

“Are you questioning your Nannie?” You look at her for a second and down to Buster. You shrug again and hand her the leash. “Be there in just a second, go on.” She smiles and walks towards the bathrooms.

You notice less and less people around as you walk towards the playground. It was a beautiful sunset, where was everyone? There weren’t even any kids around. When you get closer you notice twinkling lights strung up all around the jungle gyms and other things to play on. You had never seen it look so pretty. You start to hear music, You’ve Made Me So Very Happy by Blood, Sweat & Tears was playing. You look behind you and don’t see your grandmother anywhere, nor do you hear Buster.

“Oh my god.” You say to yourself. You walk a little fast towards the playground and you stop short when you see Harry standing there with a big smile on his face.

He was wearing your favorite pair of green slacks and white, silk shirt with the first few buttons undone. His curls were looking nice and bouncy, and he had his hands behind his back. You walk a little closer to him, but stand a few feet away from him.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hi, Harry.”

“Are you surprised?”

“I literally have no idea what’s going on right now…is that our song playing? And what’s with all the lights? And…there’s no one here, how did you-“

“Turns out you can rent this spot out for functions. It’s like I said earlier, I had an engagement shoot to go to.” Your mouth falls open. “Y/N.” He steps closer to you and takes one of your hands in his. His palms were sweaty, and his nerves were shot to hell, but it this was happening now. “I never imagined my life looking the way it does now.” You were hazing up at him. It was like you were the only two people in the world. “I’ve loved every moment with you over the last year, even the less than favorable ones. I feel like we’ve really grown together in so many ways. I feel like…” He takes a deep breath and you give his hand a squeeze. “I feel like we were made for each other, you’re my soulmate, you’re my light, you’re my…everything.” You bite your inner cheek to keep from losing it. “I’ve known what I’ve wanted with you for a while, and I have a pretty good feeling that you want it with me too.” His eyes grow glossy. “I wanted this to happen here because I know how special this playground is for you. I wanted your Nan here…and…I wanted your Papa here too.” Tears start to fall down your cheeks. “I at least wanted it to feel like he was here with you, baby.” He wipes his own tears away and you nod. “There have been a lot of things I’ve been unsure about in my life. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, done a lot of really shitty things. But the one things I’m absolutely certain about is you, Y/N. Everyday with you is an adventure, and I want that adventure forever.” He gets down on one knee, your hand still in his. His other hand was in a fist behind his back. He brings it out front, and reveals the ring, holding it up when with his thumb and forefinger. You gasp when you see it, it was stunning, not that it mattered. You’d wear a piece of string around your finger if it was from Harry. “I love you so much, Y/N. Can we have this adventure forever? Will you marry me?”

THE END

MY EVERYTHING – A TAKE IT SLOW SEQUEL – WILL BE COMING TO YOUR DASH SOON!

a/n: I just want to take a moment to thank you all for the support over the last few months. I started writing this story at the end of January, and I think I tripled my follower count because of it. So many of you kept me motivated to keep going, and I am so grateful. I can’t wait to start writing the sequel so we can see what happens for these two next. 

[wearevillaneve]

Age Ain’t Nothin’ But A Number (Attempted Murder Is an Issue).

There was a Reddit discussion about why isn’t the age difference between young Villanelle and Eve “old enough to be your mother, but I’m not” Polastri a subject for debate.  I didn’t write this particular response, but it’s witty enough to make me jealous.  Fortunately for the giggles I got from it, dreadnot84 did and has graciously allowed me to share Eve and Villanelle’s first couples counseling meeting with you.

I just feel like as characters V and E break so many molds in terms of their agency and ability that the thing we should be the LEAST worried about is their age difference.

Like no one is talking about how their unhealthy yet super sexy obsession is turning to love even though these bitches have SO MUCH unresolved trauma from life and each other.

 I would love to be a fly on the wall in their couple counseling session.

 Therapist: would you like to talk about your dynamic and... the uh...age difference?

 V: No. She’s beautiful and beauty has no age. I thought she looked glorious when she stabbed me. So full of life.

 Therapist: you stabbed her.... like with a knife...intentionally?

V: yes! She broke into my apartment and trashed it. And then when we were in bed I went to woo, and she makes stabbing gesture such passion. I fell in love then.

T: You FELL in LOVE after being STABBED? OK...I did catch that correctly...Eve you’re being quiet what do you have to say to all...this?

 E: she shot me and left me for dead. I did not fall in love then

 V: not even a little?

 E: not even for a second. Something about BEING SHOT really dims the shine. I mean I was starting to get into it before the murder and manipulation but something about a bullet in the flesh REALLY changes perspective.

 V: But I am yours! I have the scar to prove it. I wished they matched. Can I shoot you again?

 Both eve and the therapist look horrified.

 V: I kid I kid. you two have no sense of humor.

 E: fucking nerd. Anyone tell you your cute when you’re annoying?

 Therapist: soooooo.... maybe we could do three times a week because THERES A LOT to unpack here...and do you two maintain separate residences? It seems you may need to work on healthy non-lethal boundaries

 V: no, I am little spoon. We are packaged set. We stay together. Always. This is stupid! (leaves)

 E: just put us down for next Thursday same time (shrugs) she gets like this when she feels her feelings. See you then. (illustrations by chenckino from the Monster x Demon collection)

[ahgaseda]

wolf boys || chapter 13

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

“I’ve made my choice,” you spoke firmly. “My first.”

Jaebeom glanced at you through strands of hair fallen into his eyes.

“The feelings you have for me…,” you hesitated, lowering your voice. “You know I feel the same way about you.”

“But you’re in love with him,” Jaebeom interjected, words like a knife.

You stood your ground and replied gently but firm, “I am.”

It was nice to see Jaebeom back on the edge of sanity. He had been rather ornery and aggressive with the others since the first sign of your heat. Now, you both were in the midst of a moment of clarity and you had to make the most of it while you still could.

“You’re my alpha,” Jaebeom said, fire seething beneath the surface. “I respect your decision.”

You blinked. “Thank you.”

Jaebeom crept closer, cradling your face in his hands and stroking your cheek. “But don’t think for one second I won’t fight for you when the time comes.”

“I know,” you sighed, meeting the intensity of his eyes and leaning into his touch.

Golden irises gleamed at your approval. Jaebeom stroked his thumb over your lip, wanting desperately to kiss you but knowing it wasn’t the right time, and whispered, “If he hurts you, I’ll destroy him.”

You simpered, knowing damn well he would make good on that promise.

Jaebeom leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your breath hitched, expecting more and your hormones spiked at the thought, but Jaebeom pulled away and turned for the woods. The man became a wolf and sprinted into the shadows, and not until he was out of sight did you finally return to the house.

Jinyoung ambled about the living room, anxious at what the night held in store. When you came inside, he raced to meet you, eyes wide with expectation. “Should I even ask why you wanted to be alone with me?”

You chuckled, sensing his nerves. “I need you to make me a promise.”

He took your hands and pressed a kiss or two over your knuckles. “Anything.”

You moved forward into his arms, shivering at the feel of them wrapping tightly around your waist. Placing your hands on his chest, you peered up at him and murmured, “Tonight is about us. I won’t let them in and I don’t want you to either.”

Jinyoung realized you meant the bond shared within the pack. You wanted - and needed - intimacy, to feel as if only you and Jinyoung existed in the world when you gave yourself to him.

He bowed his head in a single nod. “I swear.”

You smiled and took his hand, leading him with you to the bedroom.

The short walk was quiet and the weight of anticipation hung in the air. Your heart thumped at an uncontrollable rhythm, skipping a beat at the thought of sharing a bed with Jinyoung. There had been all too many nights you dreamed of this, fell asleep to the thought of making love to him.

He was the boy you had chosen to be your first mate.

Once inside the bedroom, you locked the door and turned to Jinyoung earnestly. His hands never left your waist and he was quick to lean down and catch your oncoming kiss. You longed for a taste of him, needed to feel his chest against your own.

Jinyoung slipped his fingers into your hair, tangling the strands around his fingers. There was a small catch in his breath whilst he kept up with the urgency of your kisses and you smiled against his mouth.

Suddenly you pulled away, panting, “Promise that you’ll fight. Even if you don’t win. Don’t give me up so easily.”

He didn’t hesitate to swear, “I will fight.”

“Heat isn’t far away. We can feel it in our bones. This… lull, whatever it is, is the last chance I will get.”

Truth was you felt like you were living on the edge of madness with every passing second. Heat had made itself known and then ebbed away, but you knew it was there, waiting to take over when the time was right.

You took it as a sign that you would choose your first, not from a place of lust, but out of love.

Jinyoung spoke hurriedly, “I don’t want you to rush into anything because of…”

You were quick to silence those doubts with a stern tone of the alpha you were becoming, “I’m not rushing, Jinyoung. I’ve thought about this, about you, for a long time. And you know that.”

Jinyoung smiled and his eyes lit up.

You grinned, relieved to see him so happy.

Reaffirming his hold around your waist, Jinyoung glanced around and teased, “Should I put on some music? Light some candles?”

You appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood, but you answered, “No, I just want to hear and feel you.”

“You will feel me,” Jinyoung whispered, heady with desire. “Only me.”

You sucked in a breath when he lifted you into his arms, but wrapped your legs around his hips without a second thought. His arms and shoulders felt so firm to the touch, rock hard as they flexed to support you, and you couldn’t help but roam your palms over his muscles while you kissed at his neck.

Jinyoung groaned at the wet warmth of your lips on his flesh and you chuckled, sucking intently at the base of his throat to mark him as yours.

You whined his name when he dropped you on your back in the bed, freezing under the heat of his gaze as Jinyoung began unfastening your pants. Your heart throbbed wildly, coming to pulse between your legs. Jinyoung took his time stripping you to nakedness, one piece of clothing at a time.

Spreading your legs invitingly, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Jinyoung pulled his shirt over his head and his chiseled body made your mouth water. You reached for him, chilled at the loss of his warmth, and Jinyoung was quick to mold himself on top of you.

His kisses were warm and soft, but full of hunger and desire that raced uncontrollably through both of you. He sucked on your tongue in his mouth and smoothed his hand down your thigh, steering your leg higher up his waist.

You kissed him for what felt like an eternity, letting your hands rest at the lowest curve of his back. When you were ready, you began pushing down his pants.

Jinyoung pulled back to look into your eyes, staring into your soul. He didn’t break from your golden irises when he guided his hard cock to your folds and started to push forward.

Your lips parted and you gasped for air. You let your legs fall from his hips and spread your thighs farther apart to alleviate the pressure of him entering you. “Jinyoung…,” you sighed breathlessly, face tensing.

Jinyoung stopped, lilting back and moving slightly to penetrate you slower. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your open mouth.

You whimpered, feeling your arousal slipping to the sheets as he rocked shallowly inside and coated himself with your wetness.

Jinyoung spoke your name and said, “Relax, baby.”

You set your nails to his back and moaned in the back of your throat. You wanted him so badly you couldn’t stand it. Jinyoung bit his lip, watching where your bodies met to see himself sheathing inside you.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed. Without a word, Jinyoung gathered you in his arms and lifted you up. You held his shoulders tightly, face-to-face, as he sat on the bed with you in his lap.

He wanted you to have more control for your first time.

You felt yourself adjust, your walls swallowing his cock and relaxing with every passing second. The arousal replaced your nerves and you tentatively rolled your hips.

It was Jinyoung’s turn to suck in a hard breath at your movements. You were a vice around his length, threatening to milk every last drop out of him.

Your hair tumbled down your back when you howled his name, setting out to ride him until you filled him with ecstasy and he filled you with his release. You held his face intently, making sure he looked nowhere else but you.

He was even deeper than you thought. It was all you could do not to cry at how perfectly he filled you. Jinyoung breathed heavily against your neck. Every inch of his restraint was to keep from finishing without you.

His sweat dropped to your skin and mingled down your neck. Your body was on fire, dripping with moisture. Wolves were fire incarnate, after all. Two of them together, bound like this, cradled a fire in their midst.

“Jinyoung,” you whimpered, eyes closed. Fingers lost in his hair. His arms flexed around your waist, muscles rippled and bulging.

This was how it felt to be one.

The two of you moved in sync, bodies on a perfect rhythm. He rolled his hips into you, bouncing you in his lap, desperate to coax the release from you. And you met his pace with every collision of him between your thighs.

Pain was long gone. There was only pleasure. You raked your nails down his back, leaving wounds down his spine that would heal all too quickly. You would love to lick a path up those marks to soothe the sting when you were loose from his grasp.

Something stirred within you, provoked each time the head of his cock pressed deeper and stroked that sweet spot. Your thighs quivered. Little nothings fell from your tongue like music to his ears.

Jinyoung chanted your name, his voice sinking lower and lower. He could feel you clamping down on him and knew he couldn’t last much longer. In all honesty, it was a miracle he had endured this far. “Come with me, baby. Please…”

The moan of your name that spilled from his lips was your undoing. No one had ever spoken your name in such a way and white hot arousal coursed up your spine and shot to every nerve in your body. Only you could draw such a sound from him. Only you could give him this high.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream when you reached the edge of your climax, the hot coil finally releasing at the apex of your thighs. Then, you moaned for all to hear. This was like nothing you had felt. Nothing could compare.

Jinyoung bit down on your neck, desperate to hide his whimpers and groans as your walls kneaded and clamped on his cock. All he could do was hold you close, riding the rest of your high as you bucked your hips roughly into his and pushed him past his sensitivity.

You cried for mercy, going limp in his arms and Jinyoung carefully set you on your back over the messy sheets, his cock still buried inside your tightening warmth. You blinked away the droplets between your lashes, focusing on his face and the flushed redness of his cheeks.

He had never looked more beautiful; panting, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his neck, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. All your doing.

“I love you,” Jinyoung groaned, leaning in for a wet kiss.

You loved him even more and for a night, he was all you knew.

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[gingerwritess]

“I already have no pants on-“ “NO!” 😂😂😂

you asked for it @lokislilcaribbeanprincess @iamverity @skydiving-without-a-parachute

domestic dad loki topped with a dollop of fluffy breeding kink yeah that’s a thing

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Two kids.

You’ve changed all the diapers, fed them both, cleaned up after them, done your time.

Frigg is barely four and Loki already wants another.

“But a baby,” he pleads, striding along next to you, “both our children are growing older. I can’t carry Elliot anymore, Frigg…it’s just not the same, I want a baby.”

“You know that baby will just grow up again, right?”

“Yes.” Loki grins as you come to a halt in the laundry room, setting the hamper down with a huff.

“And what happens once that baby’s four?” You start sorting through the dirty clothes, pulling the remains of a chocolate bar out of a jeans pocket. “Oh, god, Elliot…chocolate melts…”

“Then we have another, of course.” Loki grabs another pair of jeans and starts checking the pockets as well. “Then that one grows up, and we have another, then that one grows, and we have another—”

“My uterus hurts just thinking about that.”

“But more babies, darling,” he sighs, tossing the pair of little jeans in the washer. “More little you and I’s, crawling around and—”

“And terrorising us,” you cut in, “wrecking this entire house and keeping us awake, keeping us from each other for months on end, then they grow up and we have to feed them and send them to school and raise them and we’ll never have a full night’s rest for the rest of our lives.”

You wait for Loki to sigh, realise how absurd his proposal is, but he just gives you a dreamy smile and throws another dirty sock in the washer.

“The more you speak,” he murmurs, leaning towards you, “the more I just want to impregnate you.”

Aha.

“Okay…so this is just your breeding kink talking?”

“I’ve told you, I don’t have a breeding kink,” he hums, kissing the tip of your nose and plucking the shirt out of your hands. “I just want to have an endless number of children with you, fill your belly with my seed time and time again, and raise children of our creation for years on end.”

“Right.” You jab an elbow into his side, dumping the rest of the clothes in the washer and hoisting the hamper back onto your hip. “Totally not a breeding kink.”

The next morning, Loki wakes you the way he does best.

You’re not complaining, you never could, but when he tries to convince you that “breakfast” is a perfectly viable excuse to be late to work, you shove him off the bed and all but hurl a pair of pants at him.

“Don’t get me pregnant,” you warn him as he laughs, pointing a finger in his face. “Don’t you dare, you have to keep saying that spell thing, okay? We are not in agreement about this ‘more babies’ issue, Loki, do not get me—”

“Shh…” he surges toward you, molding his lips to yours and chasing you back onto the pillows. “Don’t worry, you know I would never do that to you.”

Of course you know that.

“Just making sure,” you giggle, and you try to no avail to squirm out from under him.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun…” lips latching onto your neck, he growls playfully and rolls you on top of him, keeping you tight against him as you laugh and push him away.

With a tongue that, ah, skilled, you might’ve given in by the time he was done, but your bedroom door crashes open and your two lovely kids barge in, leaving you and Loki scrambling for the sheets.

“I didn’t do nothin’,” Frigg is yelling over and over, holding onto Elliot arm as he drags her behind him. “I didn’t do nothin’!!”

“Frigg froze the milk,” Elliot seethes, a little blue in the face. “I’m gonna be late for school if she doesn’t quit it—”

You kick Loki under the blanket. Your turn.

“Uhh…”

“Great parenting,” you groan, sitting up and keeping the sheet tight under your chin. “Frigg, unfreeze the milk, don’t do that to Elliot. Elliot, don’t drag your sister like that—”

“She won’t let go of me!” He shakes his arm to prove his point, and sure enough, Frigg refuses to let go and just giggles. “See? This is all her, I didn’t do this.”

“Elliot, she’s four,” Loki sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Just give her another cookie and tell her to read a book.”

“She can’t read yet, that doesn’t—”

“Shhhhh.” Loki yawns and flops back on his pillow, a cool hand stroking down your bare back. “It’ll work, trust me.”

A look of disbelief crosses his face, but Frigg yells “BOOK” and he trudges out of your room, slamming your door and dragging his little leech of a sister along behind him.

You roll on top of Loki before he can get another word out, pinning his arms by his head. “This is why we can’t have another kid. If you’d rather have another baby than spend our mornings like this, then fine, but really think about it.”

He closes his eyes, a stupid little smile on his stupid beautiful face, and runs his hands up and down your thighs. “I do like this,” he decides, “but…I still think we can manage both.”

With that, he flips you over and you let out a surprised yelp as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Your go-to method—mmph—” you try to push him away, but he just dives back for your lips with even more ferocity. “—can’t be t—Loki! God, calm down!”

“Sorry,” he laughs, chest heaving as he hovers over you. “What were you saying, my love?”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, half-heartedly glaring up at him. “Your go-to method of parenting can’t be to just give them a cookie and shut them up.”

“And…why not?” He flicks his tongue over your pouting lips, much to your unamusement. “It seems to give us enough time to do this.”

“This,” you reach around him and smack his ass before shoving him off of you, “is not happening. We both have work.”

“But br—”

“DON’T SAY BREAKFAST.”

He follows you to the bathroom, trailing behind you like the little attention-starved puppy he is.

“I’m not saying that our lives would significantly improve if you were pregnant again,” he says, leaning against the counter and watching you start brushing your teeth, “but, consider if you were.”

“I’d ‘e puking err’where.”

“Not necessarily.”

“I’d ‘e ‘UGE.”

“No, you’d be pleasantly plump,” Loki chuckles, pinching your side and getting a fist to the groin in return. “Oof…hold on, you didn’t let me finish!”

Looking threatening with a mouthful of toothpaste is difficult, but you think you did alright.

“I’ve made it quite clear just how…appealing pregnancy looks on you, my love.”

“You kinky little shit.” You spit out your toothpaste and glare at him. “I’m not getting pregnant just ‘cause you’ve got a kink.”

“It’s not that!” He trails after you, following as you stalk to the closet and rifle around for some clothes. “I happen to enjoy raising children with you.”

“Oh, do you? I’m so glad! Put a shirt on.”

“Look,” Loki sighs, catching the shirt you threw at him and slipping it on. “Our children are my entire life. You know this. They’ve consumed me and I love it.”

“I know you love them.” You wrestle on your pants, hopping around until they’re pulled up to your waist properly. “And I love you, Loki, and I’d love to just pop out babies for us, but let’s be reasonable. We can’t…we can’t do that.”

“Did you know that I think of our children as living proof of your love?” Loki’s gaze drops to his fidgeting hands.

You pause, glancing at your husband. He’s gone silent, waiting for your response and probably wishing he hadn’t “admitted” to having emotions.

“You’re an idiot,” you sigh, shaking your head and walking over to him, laying your palms on each side of his face. “You really still need proof, Loki?”

His half-smile is sheepish, almost guilty. “I…well, sometimes I get scared.”

You thought there might be more to this.

“Talk to me, Loki.”

“I don’t—” he groans and rubs his eyes. “It’s complicated?”

“Hey.” Tugging him towards you, you softly press your lips to his, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. “We’re masters of complicated, remember?”

“Mmm.”

“Please talk to me.”

“Impossible when you kiss me like that,” he mumbles, eyes closed and forehead resting on yours.

“You’re trying to distract me and it’s never worked, snowflake.”

“Fine.” He breaks away and takes your hands in his, eyes downcast. “I’m a very…ah, insecure person.”

“Right.”

“And the fact that you were willing to have two children with me,” he presses your entwined hands to his chest, “not just one, but two…I just can’t fathom that it’s my true reality.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him into a tight hug. “Keep going?”

“I don’t understand how you could claim to love me as much as you do,” he continues quietly, resting his head on yours as his arms wind around you. “I gave you two children that turn blue. Two monsters, really.”

“No,” you cut in, lightly slapping his back. “You were raised to hate yourself, Loki, to hate the species that was a true part of you. Don’t bring that into our family.”

“Sorry,” he whispers. “That’s not what I’m saying. I don’t think of them that way, but from a midgardian perspective, it’s…the truth.” He shakes his head at your confused face, drawing you closer into him. “Look, the point I’m trying to make is just that you shouldn’t love us, but you do, and the fact that you wanted to have a child with me felt, um, good.”

“Validating?”

“Very.” He presses his lips to your temple, closing his eyes tightly. “And the fact that you love our little blue babies just as much as I do feels even better.”

“So you want more kids? To capitalise on that validation of my love for you?”

“Yes…” he hugs you closer, burying his face in your neck to muffle his voice. “And I might have a little bit of a kink.”

You can’t help but laugh, running a hand through his hair as you hold him. “Okay, the kink I understand. But have I given you a reason to doubt my love for you?”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean!”

“Please tell me if I have,” you murmur. “I’m so sorry.”

“You haven’t,” he promises, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m just an insecure, paranoid, kinky little shit.”

You try for a cracked smile. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He kisses you, fingers smoothing over your jaw. “There’s no part of this that puts you at fault, my love. I house the problems for this family.”

“I love you,” you swear, kissing him again. “I really, really do. That’s why I’ve got two incredible, perfect blue kids with you, okay? Because I love you, Loki.”

He opens his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by a loud crash from the kitchen.

“Damn. This was a nice little moment, wasn’t it?”

“Quick,” you whisper, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him towards you. “Kiss me with your tongue, hurry, before they find us.”

“O-okay.”

He obliges much too happily, curving your body into his with hands splayed over your back and neck as yours tangle in his hair.

Knock knock knock.

“MOMMY, ELLI ATE ALL THE CEREAL—”

Loki moves to break the kiss so you can answer, but you shake your head and suck his tongue back into your mouth.

“Mommy?”

Just a moment longer…

“Mommy, are you ‘n daddy kissin’ again?”

Loki pulls away, a grin back on his swollen lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, okay.”

You bite down on Loki’s shoulder to keep from laughing, holding onto him tight.

“…but the cereal’s gone.”

“There’s a new box on the middle shelf,” you call through the door, trying not to laugh when Loki starts nipping at the curve of your neck again. “Have Elliot get it down for you, okay, sweetie?”

“‘Kay, thanks, mommy.”

“My pleasure, Frigg.” Your hands slip back into Loki’s hair, tugging gently and preparing to get back to making out as soon as she leaves…

“Have fun kissin’ daddy.”

“Oh, I will,” you laugh, gazing into Loki’s eyes and brushing his hair out of his face as he quirks an eyebrow.

“…can I haffa kiss? M’kinda lonely ‘n Elli’s gonna leave…”

“Frigg,” Loki calls out to her, spinning you around to press your back against the wall and clapping a hand over your mouth. “Give us two more minutes and we’ll give you a million kisses.”

“Even at work?”

“Of course,” you laugh, pushing his hand away. “We’ll be right out, go have your cereal!”

Loki pauses for half a second to listen for the little footsteps leaving the room before pouncing on you again, dragging a trail of hot kisses down the column of your throat as your head falls back with a sigh.

“We’ve gotta stop,” you groan, raking your fingers through his hair. “Elliot has to get to school, Frigg needs a kiss—”

“MOM??”

“I still want another kid.” Loki’s lips leave your chest with a pop and he grins. “I’ll take the interruptions, only makes it that much better when we actually find time to ravish each other.”

“MOM, THERE’S NO MORE CEREAL—”

“If they say the word cereal one more time, I’m going to scream.”

“You know, this wouldn’t have happened if we had another kid.” Loki sets your pouting, deprived self back upright with a sigh, reaching down and buttoning your pants for you.

The pout continues—you haven’t gotten to kiss him like that in a while.

“I think it would only get worse if we had more…”

“Anyways,” Loki cuts you off, a finger to your lips, “the bed is right over there, I conveniently already have no pants on—”

“No.”

“I was thinking we should go for twins, actually,” he continues, that shit-eating grin plastered on his perfect face. “Make it an even four children, then if we don’t get twins this time, we keep at it until we get a pair—”

“Absolutely not.”

He heaves a dramatic sigh and wrestles your shirt over your head, holding it for you to slip your arms in. “I’ll respect your wishes, I suppose…”

“Look at me, Loki,” you laugh, lifting your arms when he starts tucking your shirt into the band of your pants.

He glances up when he finishes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you in for a quick smooch. “Yes?”

“First of all, you just reversed-stripped me, which is very out of character for your horny self, but very sweet. Second…” you hold out a pair of pants to him with the sweetest grin you can manage. “Pants.”

“No.”

You throw the pants in his face. “Okay, this!! Is why we can’t have more kids!”

“Why, because I prefer to be ready for baby-making at any given time??”

“No!” You jab a finger into his chest, snagging a quick kiss that’s the perfect mix of annoyed and enamoured. “Because YOU are my third child, and you are exhausting and more work than Elliot and Frigg combined and you’re making me late to work again—”

He opens his mouth to defend himself and you shut it by sealing it with your own.

“Don’t. say. breakfast.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Hmph.” He crosses his arms with a huff, just sitting there and letting you squish your lips up against his.

A sorry excuse for a kiss, but neither of you are complaining.

Another yell for mom brings you crashing back into reality and you push yourself away, sighing happily and patting Loki’s pouting cheek. “Pants,” you remind him, pointing. “See you on the battlefield. In pants. Please.”

“Hypothetical question, darling,” Loki calls after you, holding up a finger when you reach the closet door. “If I don’t put on pants, will I get a spanking?”

“LOKI, I SWEAR TO GOD—”

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[pettrichore]

dunno if i’ll be able to finish this. but so like dabihawks au where like. dabi does his research aka when he was touya he was with his dad once during the whole takami thief thing and met keigo. flash forward he doesnt believe a thing about this hero hawks. sees him for the fabricated person he has become. and eventually hawks sees dabi for who he really is and was and like vigilante-ish dabihawks. bits about the au and the snippet i wrote under the cut.

cause this shit gets LONG af

hawks feels fake. doesnt rlly know who he has even become

the commission kinda forced a lotta habits out of him and completely molded him into who they want him to be

he barely even finds his name to be anything more than a stranger’s name at this point. 

anyway so dabi p much knows who he is. does his own digging. and kinda puts some pieces together and sees how fake hawks is

hawks barely even knows if he shows any genuine emotions at this point. he’s kinda at a breaking point where he cant recognize himself and separate keigo from hawks. feeling like hawks has just swallowed him whole

he does show genuine things though. sometimes says or does shit out of line but he tends to have obedience beat into him even if he sometimes has a bit of a mouth on him. it’s mild tho

at the start of dabi working w hawks, hawks was very careful

it kinda progressed into keigo coming out more around dabi even though it was in bits and pieces

anyway dabi puts two and two together and realizes him and hawks are pretty similar and instead of seeing him as a traitor (though he’s sure that he’s not 100% on their side) he sees him as someone who can fit in with the misfits and he can p much fully convince hawks to ditch the bs

so the confrontation happens (see ending snippet) and hawks is like wtf just happened

and p much eventually there’s some tender moments between dabi and hawks and hawks ends up explaining how used he’s felt

he has been molded into the perfect obedient soldier; maybe sorta kinda explains that the commission is having him do double agent duties and instead of reacting badly dabi is p receptive and doesnt just try to kill him. instead he can see how badly hawks wants to break out of his cage and fly free and he deeply feels for that and knows how that can feel and is like aight well fuck them

so hawks kinda double agents on the commission?? 

and he does end up meeting the LoV and like sees how human they are

but also he’s like damn son but okay i dont agree w everything

and dabi is like yeahhh same ??? idk they are a means to an ends for me but also not lmao 

and then there’s some dabi spilling his guts as they get closer and get more intimate and very much boyfriends

and hawks is so livid and he cant help but fuck around with endeavor the next time he sees him. and like he’s just so much more distant to him. he can’t begin to wrap his head around it. and he’s so broken that like.. the one person that he saw as his true hero. that “saved him” is a horrible person behind closed doors

the one person who he was inspired by and agreed to join the commission’s forces for is just horrible

there’s just a lotta solidarity between hawks and dabi and a lotta shared anger and hurt

and they’re boyfriends and it’s great but also like hawks isn’t a horrible person

neither is dabi ??? i mean listen they’ve both killed ppl. they probs will continue to kinda do it. but it’s always just horrible ppl

like listen killing ?? not great folks??? but also like idk man.. 

they also def leave kids outta this 10000% 

anyway p much they end up ditching the LoV too. try to get some of them outta that shit. like toga who has become like a sorta lil sister for dabi in a way

they both just feel so horrible and gross seeing kids get into that shit

also like the girl needs some HELP. some therapy and rehabilitation idk

idk i love the morality shit with the LoV but might not play with it too much here

anyway they end up doing their own thing and the commission is quick to denounce him and just ruin his image

and try to kill him lmao they made him a perfect hero which could be a perfect villain and if he isn’t working for them he’s working against them (i mean he is) and needs to be Stopped Permanently

anyway here’s the snippet. my single brain cell that helped write this has left my body:

At this point, Hawks wasn’t so sure he was even real. His existence felt fabricated. Each smile or joke carefully placed. Each movement was calculated. He didn’t act out of line. His interviews were carefully thought out months in advance if not lies that he himself began to believe after years of telling them. His penthouse had just enough “personal” touches that when he had a spare moment to invite someone over it actually seemed like it could be a home. Hawks’ original motivations were squashed and were pushed aside unless they created an interesting story. His natural mannerisms that came with his mutation quirk were learned to be suppressed. Hell his own name sounded like a stranger’s to his ears. That is if anyone even knew it. 

“Is there anything real about you, hero,” Dabi spoke. His back wasn’t fully to Hawks, left side presented to him as he set a framed graduation photo down and fully faced the winged hero. Dabi stuffed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side some, waiting for an answer. Hawks snorted and gave him an unamused look.

“I’m as real as they get, hot stuff.” He kept a casual air about his words, hands spreading out in surrender. “Not sure what else you expect.”

Hawks was on edge, but he wouldn’t let the villain know it. They were supposed to be meeting soon, but once again the villain pulled something unexpected and had been waiting for Hawks in his own apartment. Hawks’ feathers twitched slightly, sharpened edges ready for the command if it came. Dabi leveled him with an unimpressed stare. There was a moment where their gazes met in an intense battle, though Dabi’s look softened as he broke out in a lazy grin.

“Y’know... You might be just as much of a mystery as I am, Pretty Bird.”

“I think I’m a pretty open book myself.”

“I think you like to let people think that.”

“And I think you’re just trying to fuck with me. Can we just get to what you came here for? I had a looong day and kinda wanna get some food and some sleep.” Hawks punctuated his words by stretching his arms up high before shedding off his coat, goggles, and headphones. He tossed the coat over the back of his couch and dropped the gear onto the end table. He hoped Dabi would just drop this whole line of thought, take this as some sort of submission, and be satisfied enough to leave. 

Wrong.

“Oh, we can get to that later… You, on the other hand, are much more interesting.” He moved closer, hands coming out of his pockets as he crossed the room to stand a few feet from Hawks. 

“I’d love to be a great host and entertain you, but unfortunately I wasn’t expecting any guests today.” Hawks crossed his arms and watched Dabi carefully, eyes narrowing some in challenge. 

“That’s too bad. You know, I’ve been doing some research on you. I don’t quite think you are who you say you are, Hawks.” The winged-hero tensed just ever so slightly before forcing his muscles to relax some. He didn’t like the way things were going. While Dabi’s fire was his ultimate weakness, he’s sure that he’s fast enough to put a sharpened feather to his throat and end this all here and now than Dabi would be if he wanted to put the spy to an end.

“And who do you think I am then, Dabi?” He raised an unruly eyebrow. His primaries ached to shoot out and end this, poised at the ready.

Dabi blinked slowly, bright turquoise eyes disappearing for a moment before shining under heavily lidded eyes. His grin stretched a bit wider, tugging on where healthy skin met the grafts. 

“I think you aren’t the hero you put out there… Or the person you say you are. You like to say a lotta nothin’ don’t you?” Dabi stepped closer and Hawks’ fingers twitched but his arms remained crossed.

“I think you like to pretend to be this airhead bird. Like to use that name. Like to look like you’re the perfect little hero... You’re good at it, too. You aren’t though, are you… Takami Keigo.” 

Hawks had a primary feather in each hand, on pressed to Dabi’s throat. It pressed in just enough to draw some blood from the marred skin grafts. He could feel the heat radiating from Dabi’s skin and particularly from the small flames in each of his palms, but the villain made no move to use it against him. He just continued to grin. 

“What’s the look of surprise there, Birdie?” Dabi purred. 

“How do you know that name?” He demanded, crowding further into Dabi’s space. 

“Like I said, I did my research. Now unless you want to end up on the crispy side of cooked, I’d ease the fuck up,” Dabi’s voice took on a slight bite towards the end and his grin lessened. “And here I was going to tell you that you can meet the boss finally. Thought you might be real League material.”

Hawks instincts and mind screamed to press the sharp feather further or at least hold his position, demand answers. His judgment told him to ease off and soften the feathers once more. Hawks didn’t move too far from Dabi, though the primary feathers in his hands softened and returned to his wings. The heat radiating off Dabi died down along with the flames in his hands. Steam left his skin as he killed the flames. 

“Much better… We don’t want any incidents like that when you get to meet the boss, right? You’re lucky I’m a lot more patient.” Hawks wasn’t sure what this was all about but didn’t argue with him on that point.

“Glad to see your fake little hero persona is starting to crack.”

[dust-broken-berry]

Second post for Part 11, if you didn't see the first then ho check it out.

“You didn’t know what to do?..”

“It was definitely hard to figure out but no...I was totally lost. At first I had no clue what to do with this child, but then...I had a stupid plan… I knew it was stupid but it was the only way I knew that your memorys couldn’t be...altered...I guess.”

“So…what did you do?..”

“The only thing I could, I...used parts of your soul to give BluePrint actual life...he started crying but  he was young so it was reasonable… Then I gave you the memory of him being made accidentally like he was, then the memory of you taking a break from everyone for a long while. Long enough so that he would be-”

“Two…”

“It was to fill in the blanks...a believable story for you, and everyone else...all I had to then was age up the kid…”

    Ink paused for a moment, giving Blue enough time to ask-

“...But...why go with such a complicated plan?..”

“Because...it was too late to turn back with BlurPrint...and I couldn’t bring myself to...you know...and I knew that even though everything I was doing to you was wrong, evil even...that he would make you happy...even though nothing about that situation was good for anyone...it was at least good for him...and in a way I guess it was for you…”

“So...you did this for plot? And you thought that it would at least make me somewhat happy?..”

“Well tell me you’re not...you do love him r-right?..”

    Blue looked away from BluePrint and up at Ink, he was sad, almost crying even as he looked at BluePrint. Did he...miss him?

“Ya but Ink-”

“Even back then, when I should’ve known better I didn’t, I know that… I really thought and frankly...I still think that he was something good to come out of this.”

    Silence followed those words, no one knew what to say. Until

“And Blue, there’s one more thing you should know…”

    Ink said. Blue sighed

“What?”

“That day you left...BluePrint didn’t fall and you weren’t just relaxing on that couch.”

“Then what happened?..”

“You were just waking up after the Error thing, and I was just finishing BluePrint...for the second time. So you weren’t looking at me painting back his skull, you were just seeing me-

“J-Just stop…”

“Huh?”

    Ink looked at Blue and saw him once again wiping his tears, Blue said-

“You want to stay...then stay...if you want to go, then go. But right now I don’t want to talk about that. Thank you for telling me what you did….but for now, the rest can wait. Right now I want to be here for BluePrint…”

    Ink sat there for a second, looked at Blue, then at BlurPrint. He let go of BluePrint’s hand and stood up hesitantly. He said-

“It’s not that I don’t want to...but...I know you really don’t… I’ll go, it’ll just confuse him if I’m here when he wakes up.”

“Ok…”   

    Blue said, not trying to stop Ink as he hesitantly left. He felt awful for leaving but knew that even though Blue offered, staying wasn’t an option.

    While this was happening, PJ, Fresh, and now Cres were eating pizza on the couch.

“Wow this taste really good”

    Cres said as he ate, Fresh just said-

“Ya I guess…”

    Cres looked at the food, almost marveled. Fresh just chuckled

“You’re really interested in that aren’t you? Hehe did you not have any where you came from?”

    He asked jokingly. Cres answered seriously

“Yes actually”

“WAIT YOU'VE NEVER HAD PIZZA?”

    PJ asked, screaming. Cres quietly answered-

“Uh no?..is that bad?”

“YES YOU SHOULD HAVE PIZZA AND ALL THE GOOD FOODS LIKE THAT!”

    At this point Fresh was just laughing next to PJ, then PJ turned to Fresh-

“FRESH I’M RIGHT, RIGHT!?”

“Ahahaha, oh ya Jammy you’re so right. But you need to stop screaming.”

    PJ then realised how loud he was being, so he calmed down.

“Ok...I’ll stop yelling, sorry…”

“Uh...it’s fine?..”

    Cres said, still a bit confused. Then it went quiet for a few minutes as they ate. 

“So...there’s been something I wanted to ask.”

    Fresh said, Cres looked over

“There’s not much I want to answer…”

    He said, Fresh shook his head and said-

“It’s nothin’ sensitive, I just want to know how old you are?”

    Cres looked at Fresh a bit confused.

“That seems a bit strange...also random…”

“Well I guess, but I would like to know too, now that you mention it.”

    PJ said, so Cres answered Fresh’s question

“Ok well if you must know I’m 16”

“Really? I would think that you were at least 17.”

    Fresh said, PJ just whispered to himself

“I really am just short…”

“But it depends, what day is it here?”

    Cres asked, Fresh scratched his head and thought

“It’s uh...something round the 13th of July?.. I think?..”

    Cres looked at Fresh disappointed, but continued anyways

“Well if it is July 13th, then I would be 17 soon if I were born here.”

“What time do you think it is where you lived?”

    PJ asked curiously, Cres thought and said-

“It would be...June 5th probably around 12:39 p.m., if I had to guess.”

    Fresh was then disappointed in himself as he said-

“You even knew the time…”

“Rough estimate, but don’t worry about it…”

“Still it’s a pretty big time gap.”   

    PJ said and Cres nodded

“A bigger one than I thought…”

    Cres said as he started thinking, and as he did it was silent again.

“Ssooo if there’s such a big difference then how did you get all the way over to here.”

    PJ asked, Cress snapped out of it and said-

“I…don;t want to go into all the details right now. But if you want to know...I was I guess you could say banished…”

    PJ seemed surprised, so he asked-

“Why?”

“For not obeying orders…”

“Is that banish worthy where you come from?”

    Fresh asked confused, Cres answered-

“Well I just slipped up a few to many times already...and again I don’t want to get into the details right now…”

“That’s cool I probably said it already but you were pretty beat up, so it must’ve been something bad…”

    Fresh said, followed by PJ saying-

“Ya I th-”

    PJ stopped talking when he heard someone unlock the door.

“Oh that’s probably dad”

    He said, as he grabbed his crutches and stood up. Fresh and Cres were confused.

“Where are you going?”   

    Fresh asked

“I just need to talk to him quickly.”

    PJ answered, as he went over to the door. Error opened it he looked surprised to see PJ at the door, and he also had Gradient.

“Oh hey kid”

“Hi dad”

    PJ said, while the two were talking, Cres and Fresh were in the living room, Cres seeming nervous. He asked-

“Should I go?..”

“Dude you have nowhere to go just relax”

    Cres stayed silent but nodded.

    PJ moved away from the door so Error could walk in. PJ said-

“This is Cres...me and Fresh found him pretty beat up.”

“So you brought him here?”

    Error asked as looked over at Cres, Cres just said again

“I should go”

“Again just relax, PJ can handle this.”

“I can’t handle this”

    PJ thought to himself as he said-

“Um dad you should talk to him”

“Why?”

“He isn’t from around here”

    PJ exclaimed, Error again looked over at Cres

“Ok, he looks like a skeleton. He’s probably just from a newer-”

“Dad I mean he isn’t from this multiverse”

    Error was surprised, definitely not expecting PJ to say that.

“Are you sure?”

     Error asked

“I think he’s telling the truth but I don’t know...I really think you should talk to him.”

    PJ whispered in response

“Ok, let me go put your brother down. And I’ll come back out.”

    Error said as he walked around the corner. PJ went back to the living room and sat down. Cres still freaked out and nervous repeated

“So I should leave?..”

“No, no it’s fine my dad’s just gonna talk with you, ok?”

    PJ tried to reassure Cres but he was still anxious, but he still said-

“If he’s your father...then I’ll trust him…”

“Don’t worry you can”

    PJ said, as Error walked back around the corner. He sat down in a chair across from Cres.

“So you’re from a different multiverse?”

“Yes…”

    Error again looked at Cres

“How old are you?”

“16”

“So you’re young?”

“I guess…”

    Error tried to figure out who Cres was but was having some trouble

“You...kinda look like someone I used to know.”

“Nightmare?”

“One of your parents?”

“Ya…”

“The other?”

“Killer”

“...I kinda see it…”

“I wish others saw more of him then they do of Nightmare…”

“Not a good father?”

“Not a good place in general…”

“Let me guess, was there a lot of fighting in your AU?”

“I never really had an AU”

“What do you mean?”

“My parents never stayed in one AU for long...I assume they don’t here…”

“Ya they don’t”

    It went quiet, so Cres asked-

“Anything else?..”

“One more thing”

“Ok?..”

“How and why are you here?”

“That’s technically two…”

“Then answer them both”

    Cres was unsure so he glanced over at PJ and he just nodded, so Cres looked over at Error.

“I’m not gonna go into too much detail...but I was banished for not obeying orders…”

“Really?”

“Ya…”

“Can you tell me the order?”

“...”

“...You can tell me”

    Cres still didn’t say anything, so Error said-

“If I’m like this where you come from, then you hopefully know that I won’t hold anything against you for doing anything or not.”

    Cres took a deep breath then said-

“I was told to kill some of my former friends…”

“Well if they were former-”

“I didn’t have a choice, I had to leave them...it was either that or they would’ve been killed…”

“But then they told you to kill them? And when you refused you were banished to some place random, that ended up being here?”

“Yes…”

“Why would you get punished for something like that? You’re just a kid and you had no business doing anything like that, let alone to monsters you use to call friends.”

“That wasn’t the only reason, but it was the last straw...I just screwed up too many times and didn’t listen the same amount, and it’s not like I was trying to be rebellious...at first. I was just young and they tried to mold me into something I wasn’t. So with a mix of not listening and not getting what they wanted...it just resulted in this, and I guess those are the main reasons.”

“Main?”

“Ya...the main…”

“Do you mind sharing the rest?”

“...No...it’s fine”

    Cres thought then said-

“Well one of my fathers, Killer realized early on that life for me there would be a struggle...so he was prepared to get me out if things got too bad… He cared, and he wanted me out of that bad situation…”

    It went quiet after Cres said that. Then Error said-

“I can tell that your multiverse was one that was lacking reason.”

“Especially when you compare it to this one…”

    Cres said as Error stood up. PJ was confused and curious so he asked-

“Dad, what do you want to do?”

“He obviously has nowhere to go so he can stay.”

“Really! Where!?”

“Eh I don’t know I’ll ask your mom when he gets home.”

“Wait do you know if he’ll be fine with it?”

“I realised that he would be more upset if I sent him away, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine with it.”

    Error said as he turned towards Cres, he asked-

“You like those clothes?”

“Ya...I do”

“You sound unsure”

“I do sir-”

“Don’t call me sir my name’s Error, ok?”

“Ok then...Error I do like these clothes”

“Ok good, Fresh get out”

    Fresh was confused at that random demand

“Why?”

    He asked, so Error answered 

“I’m already bringing two 16 year olds to go shopping, Cres needs clothes and I don’t need to be dragging you around with us.”

“Oh come on dad we’re only getting stuff for Cres.”

    PJ argued making Error groan

“Kid you’re going to and you just being around a store means I’m bleeding money. So Fresh is not coming with us.”

“Uh…”

    Fresh paused not really wanting to get Error upset, he looked down at PJ and said-

“Ima just go before both of your parents hate me.”

“Ugh… Fine but you need to kiss me first”

“Like I wouldn’t”

    Fresh said giving PJ a kiss

“Geez get a room you two”

    Error jokingly said, PJ blushed embarrassed and screamed-

“UGH DAD!”

“Hehehe...well see ya later then”

    Fresh said nervously before leaving the house.

“Ok Ima go get your brother then we can go once your mom get’s home, ok?”

    Error said, PJ responded

“Ok”

    PJ said as Error walked back around the corner, Cres looked over at PJ and asked-

“Do you...think I’ll be ok?..”

“You’re here of course you’ll be fine”

“Ok…if you say so…”

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | milf is not a bad word | eddie brock {m}

PROMPTS USED:

“Milf isn’t a bad word.” + Neighbors / friends with benefits + single mom au + “Did you just slap my ass?” / “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” / “Did you just quote Spongebob?” + heavy flirting / teasing + “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. + on the kitchen table + quickie

NOTES:

Okay, warning here... I haven’t really ever... written Eddie before. So, this is just the way I kinda see him and my thirst combined... Nobody kill me pls?

Also, if enough people bother me, I miiight be tempted to make a fic of this at some point bc I do have some ideas...

WARNINGS:

Uhh.. almost sex on a table, bad humor ( Eddie, ftw ), sappy moments (Eddie... again.) unprotected sex, 69 / oral sex and body fluids.. Oh and a nosy sentinent who pops in and out at the beginning ( lookin at you, Venom, you lil shit.) 

PAIRING:

Eddie Brock x OFC, Maya

TAGGING:

@micolegg​ | @missjenniferb​ | @cabotcoves​ | @kyleoreillysknee​ | @chasingeverybreaking wave bc they asked / are into Eddie and/or are on my taglist. If you wanna be tagged in my multifandom stuff, please go [here] and add yourself. 

Hunk ← Lucy is spending the night with my sister, so… If you wanted to come by…

Hunk ← There’s something we need to talk about. If that’s okay with you?

Hunk ← Also, you realize you don’t play fair, right? That voice of yours on the radio this morning… I have not been able to get it out of my head all day.

Maya almost deleted the texts and didn’t send them, but she took a deep breath and hit send instead. Rita was right. She needed to stop dancing around it and go for what she wanted. The longer she waited, the more reason she gave herself to chicken out. And Eddie Brock made her happier than she’d been in a really long time. Eddie and Lucy got along well, he doted on her. Lucy loved Eddie to death, even when Venom decided to crop up in the middle of storytime some nights. Things just felt right with Eddie.

Tonight, Maya thought to herself with a silly grin, tonight is the night I tell him I’m done keeping us low key. I know that’s been bothering him and I need to fix that. She placed her phone on the counter and stripped down, stepping beneath the warm water. By the time she’d finished her shower, her cell phone was ringing.

She stepped out of the shower and grabbed for it, thinking it would be Eddie. When she realized it was Randy, another neighbor who’s relentless pursuit as of late was growing tiresome, she frowned at the phone and answered.

“Randy, hi.” “Hey, I was wondering…Are you busy tonight?”

… Hopefully… Maya thought to herself as she bit her lip and listened to Randy’s idea for a date, his pleading with her to give him one chance as she dug around in her closet, trying to settle on an outfit for the night, … I should just answer the door naked… that’ll really throw Eddie for a loop…

“So.. about that date?” Randy finished up, pacing his living room, scowling to himself when Maya offered up an excuse for a third time, “I’m real busy. Trying to finish remodeling Lucy’s big girl bedroom… Maybe later?”. He took a deep breath, reminded himself that if he wanted her, he had to keep trying and he offered to come over later and help out, frowning when he heard dial tone and realized that Maya had abruptly ended the call before he even got the offer out. Maya put her phone back down, rolling her eyes. Randy wasn’t fooling anyone. He was irritated and frankly, coming off a little pushy with his advances lately and honestly, Maya didn’t care because she’d made her mind up and she was over Randy’s attempts. Taking herself off the market.

She hadn’t clicked with him like she’d clicked with Eddie. Putting the conversation out of her mind, she stared anxiously at her cell phone. Eddie hadn’t texted back yet and it wasn’t like him. Just as she was about to sit down the phone again, it lit up.

She bit her lip as she realized that Eddie was texting back.

--

Eddie stared intently at the cell phone in her hand. Bumping into his ex and her new fiance earlier had him really thinking about his own thing with Maya. And apparently, it wasn’t just him thinking about it, because as he tried to come up with a response, Venom butted in ,, Tell her how you feel, Eddie Brock. Tell her that you no longer wish to keep things private.”

“But I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable, either. There’s a way to do shit, buddy.” Eddie muttered as he took a deep breath, biting back a quiet groan at her slightly suggestive second text. By the time he reached the third one, he was torn between anxious and horny. Anxious because she hinted that they needed to talk and in his past, that had never been a good thing and horny because the whole tone of the string of texts was… Somewhat racier than normal for her. He was getting mixed feelings here and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

Kitten → On my way now. Too bad Luce is at Rita’s. Venom was gonna share these chicken nuggets with her. ;P Kitten → Oh? What about, hm? Kitten → Hey, listen… If my voice was stuck in your head all day, consider it payback because I have not been able to stop thinkin about you all day either.

“I’m a fuckin sap, that’s what I am.” Eddie shoved the phone back into his pockets, slipping the motorcycle helmet down over his head and straddling his motorcycle, revving the engine. The drive across town seemed to both fly by and take hours and by the time he was parking his motorcycle at the curb in front of the 2 story townhouse next door to his own, he’d already started to brace himself in preparation of what she might want to talk to him about.

By the time he was standing in front of her door, she was opening it, pulling him through the door and into the house by the collars of his leather jacket. Her body molded against his and she rose to tiptoe, crashing glossy and soft red lips against his mouth almost hungrily. His hands moved down her back, stopping on her ass, squeezing and rubbing. It made her rub against him and she gave a needy little whimper as Eddie muttered amused into the kiss, “Thought you said ya needed to talk to me, hm?”

,, Let it be, Eddie Brock” Venom piped up. But naturally Venom would be in favor of… whatever was happening right now, because Venom had apparently ‘bonded’ with the two females in question.

,, So have you, Eddie Brock.” Venom took joy in reminding him. Eddie cleared his throat as a warning for Venom to pipe down and thought his answer, ,, yeah well, you know how the whole we gotta talk thing goes, buddy”.

Once Venom was silent again, amusing himself within, Eddie turned his attention back to waiting on Maya to say something. Instead, she seemed to be distracted, her hands resting against his jacket, working it down and off his body, tossing it at the bench next to the door where her purse and keys sat. Eddie chuckled against her mouth as he muttered again, “Not gonna answer me, kitten?”

Maya pouted up at him, pulling away to catch her breath, heavily distracted at the moment. Her heart was racing in her chest and she knew that he’d be curious and that she couldn’t just show him how she truly felt about their current arrangement, she’d actually have to tell him too, but for some reason, it all seemed so much easier in her head.

… because if I keep the words in my head just a little longer, then this can’t go badly… He can’t just decide that this is too serious for him and end it… the thought had her frowning a little and trying to shove it out as quickly as it came. She pressed into him a little more, Eddie’s back meeting the door frame with a soft smack as his arms wrapped around her and he gazed down at her, slightly panicked look in those blue green eyes of his.

Again, she took a deep breath, locking eyes with him this time. “Well, I’ve been thinking and I… I can’t keep on like this…”

His face fell and Maya swore, giving a soft laugh as she shook her head. “I’m not breaking it off, you dork. Will you let me explain? Please?”

Eddie took a deep breath, preparing himself. ,, Sure, she’s sayin she’s not endin things. Means nothin.” he thought as he gave a nod. “I’m listenin, kitten.”

“Well, all our friends have a bet going on...And earlier, me and Rita were talking… And it made me realize something… I don’t want to keep this just between us. I don’t want this to just be hooking up all the time or spending nights at each other’s place.. I mean I love it, don’t get me wrong but I… I want more, okay? I want you. And me.. Together.” Maya finished rambling, gazing down at the front of his tee shirt intently, walking her fingers up and down his chest as she held her breath.

Was she about to lose him? Why was it taking so long for him to answer?

Eddie’s jaw dropped, because he hadn’t been expecting her to say that,  at all. He’d been expecting her to end things.

,, Well? Are you going to answer her, Eddie Brock?” Venom roared to life, almost insistent. Eddie cleared his throat in warning again and after a second or two, his mouth opening and closing as he dragged his palm over the back of his head, it hit him.

The whole reason he’d been feeling antsy and restless lately was because she seemed to be in favor of keeping this between the two of them. She didn’t want more and he did. Rather than waste even more time, because he could see it in those big brown eyes of hers, she was starting to panic a little, he slid her up his body, stepping across the hall and into her kitchen and dining room, sitting her on the counter as his mouth attacked her own hungrily, messy and biting sloppy kisses, the soft smacking sound of mouth against mouth filling the quiet and sexually charged tension between the two of them.

“Fuckin awesome.” he breathed against her neck, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin as she wrapped her legs around his hips and laughed softly. He was leaning in closer, nearly pressing her back against the table, muttering almost distractedly, “I was going to take you to bed but I just don’t think we’re gonna make it.”

The knock on her patio door had the pair springing apart and Eddie scowling as he glanced back. Randy, Maya’s neighbor on the opposite side stood there, gaping, giving Eddie a glare that had Eddie rolling his eyes. Maya swore to herself and muttered against Eddie’s neck breathlessly, “What the fuck made him think I wanted him to come over, I wonder?”

“Well, to be fair, kitten… you’re kinda passive. Took you five minutes of dancing around it to tell me to get lost that night I came by.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want you to get lost. I want him to get lost.” Maya nodded to the patio, giving a sarcastic wave of sorts at Randy, who was still outside knocking.

“Maybe we should give him a show, huh?” Eddie teased, but Maya rubbed herself against him, her arms wrapping tighter around his neck as she mumbled lazily against his lips, “Don’t you dare tempt me, Eddie.”

“Maybe I want to tempt you.” Eddie laughed, the corner of her mouth connecting with his mouth lazily as he went in for another kiss. She pouted and cleared her throat, nodding to the door and reluctantly, Eddie pried himself away from her, walking over to the patio door, sliding it open long enough to say, “Hey Randy… Maya’s busy right now. Try not coming back, yeah?” and sliding the door shut, locking it behind him because something about the guy just screamed creepy as hell and frankly, Eddie wasn’t in the mood to let Venom out to play, ruining his own current fun for the night.

He scooped Maya off her kitchen table, carrying her up the stairs, kicking the door to her bedroom open with his foot and stepping inside. After sweeping the top of the dresser free of the clothes on top of it, he was stepping between her legs, his mouth latching onto her bottom lip, sucking as his hands went straight for the tie in the leopard print silk robe.

The robe pooled around her and Eddie gave a quiet growl as his eyes roamed over her body and he smirked. “Well shit, kitten.” he raked a hand over his head, flashing her a teasing smirk, “You know tearing off your clothes is the fun part, right? The hell am I supposed to do now?” as he tilted her head to the side, pushing her hair out of the way, his mouth moving down the side of her neck, littering soft skin with bite and suck marks as his hands moved up and down her body. Her legs wrapped around his hips, squeezing tight and Eddie groaned quietly when she rubbed herself against him again, more urgently.

“Well, you could fuck me.” Maya managed to whimper as her mouth moved down the front of his throat, leaving marks of her own behind on him, smirking as she did so. Her hands went down to the hem of his tee shirt and she started to tug it upward and throwing it onto her bedroom floor as soon as she had it over his head, lowering her mouth and  settling it sporadically on his chest and abdomen in various spots after slipping off the top of the dresser, stepping so that she stood in front of him. His eyes fluttered open and shut as the blunt of her teeth scraped at his chest, her mouth latching onto a patch of skin, sucking. Fingertips dug into her body and he stared down at her, muttering quietly, “ Oh no, kitten. What I’m about to do to you is more than fuckin you. We’re past fuckin you now, kitten. This is making love.” as she stared back up at him, biting her lip, her hand hovering over the button on his favorite pair of jeans.

She gave a soft smile and a giggle, working the button out of the buttonhole and then slowly unzipping his jeans, giving a tug to jeans and underwear so that they hit the floor. As her lips moved in a line over his abdomen, he tensed and a growl slipped out of his mouth, his fingers catching in her hair as she hit her knees in front of him. Her tongue danced over the tip of his cock and as she took more of him into her mouth, he groaned, thrusting carefully against her mouth, his head falling back as his fingers curled, gripping the edges of the dresser, pressing his back into it just a little more in an attempt to stay on his feet. “Fuck.” his toes curled against hardwood flooring and the hand tangled in her hair tugged at it as he thrust his hips against her mouth a little faster and she took him deeper in her throat, teasing her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cock.

“Kitten, look up at me.” Eddie coaxed, staring down at her intently, an adoring and oh so hungry look in his eyes as they locked on her.

Maya pulled away, wiping at her mouth, biting that lip. Eddie nodded to the queen sized bed behind her and leaning down, he gripped her chin, pulling her mouth against him as he muttered into a deep and almost bruising kiss, “On the bed, kitten. Right now. On your knees...”

Maya swallowed hard, slinking over to the bed, settling on it on all fours and Eddie made his way over, flopping down, the mattresses giving a slow creak at the sudden motion. Once he’d settled in, he reached up, gripping Maya’s hips and pulling her up his body, his nose bumping against her cunt as he inhaled deep and growled quietly. “ Wanted to make this fair, kitten.” Eddie muttered as his tongue traveled up the inside of her thighs, and her mouth wrapped around his cock all over again, her head bobbing up and down. As his tongue worked over her clit and then his lips latched on, she whimpered aloud, her body tensing a little, the humming sound she made vibrating through his length and making him grip her hips tighter, rocking them back against his face as he continued to suck at her clit. Maya’s hands gripped his thighs and for a few seconds, it felt so good that she almost forgot to breathe, the bobbing of her mouth as she took him deeper into her throat. The sucking sounds of his mouth latching onto her clit over and over shattered through the silence, competing with the sound of her tongue lapping greedily at his cock. His grip on her hips tightened and he growled, feeling her starting to drip, his tongue darting down her inner thigh to clean up the mess, smirking against soft skin as he did so.

“So fucking sweet. Like candy.” Eddie mused, his teeth scraping against her thigh, latching on erratically, littering up the insides with bite and suck marks, starting the slow and torturous journey back up, his nose bumping against her cunt, Eddie inhaling deep and latching his teeth onto dripping folds as the suction from her mouth tightened around his cock. “Fuck. That’s it, kitten.” his voice came out more of a growl than anything, and he plunged his tongue deep into her dripping sex, slurping and licking her clean as he felt her legs starting to shake. “Get on your back, kitten. Let me take care of you, hm?” his breath tickled the insides of her thighs and her cunt as he muttered the words quietly against.

All Maya could do was nod, let him pull her down onto the bed. As he settled himself on top of her, she went to wrap her legs around him but instead, she bent them at the knee, resting a leg on either side of his body as he lined himself up, his face lowering, his mouth crashing against her own hungrily as his teeth tugged at her lips, kissing until she felt her lips aching and swelling on impact.

Tonight felt different. There wasn’t any rush, they weren’t just tearing each other’s clothes off and going at it like they’d gone mad. Eddie caught her gaze as his cock sank into her, inch by inch. He bit his lip and gave her that crooked grin, leaning down to mutter lazily against her mouth, “Ah, this was better than a quickie on the kitchen table anyway, right kitten?”

“Fuck.. Oh god yes.” Maya breathed against his neck as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and tugged at his hair, rocking her hips upward to meet his slow and deep drives, the smack of skin against skin competing with the quiet creaking of the bed beneath them with every little move they made. His hips connected with her body hard; almost enough to leave bruising behind. His mouth latched onto her neck, dancing across her throat, littering her skin with more bite marks and bruises and when it met her mouth again, she was almost breathless. She held on tighter, a muffled sigh soft against his neck, sending a shiver racing through him as he chuckled and stopped, planting noisy and playful kisses on her face. “That sigh was a good thing right, kitten?”

“A very good thing, Eddie.” Maya crashed her mouth against his, softly smiling into the kiss. He tilted her hips upward slightly, driving into her deep and slow, over and over, almost as if he were hell bent on fucking her deep into the mattress on her bed, that goofy smirk on his face as his gaze settled on her, pinned below. “Good.” he muttered softly against the shell of her ear as he buried his cock inside her even deeper, panting against her ear, “Because all I wanna do is make ya happy, kitten. You know that, yeah?”

“Yes.” Maya moaned, her head tilting, her eyes fluttering open and shut. Her orgasm was building at almost a blinding speed and she was literally almost seeing stars, her body tense, her grip on Eddie tight and only getting tighter, “Oh fuck.. Yeah baby, c’mon.. Faster. Please?”

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head no. “We got all night, you and me.” “But… ah fuck… I’m so close, please.” Maya whimpered out, her teeth grazing against the edge of his ear as her legs gripped his hips tighter and she rocked herself up against him, trying desperately to get her own way, pouting when Eddie’s hips pinned her in tighter. Eddie growled against her mouth, his teeth tugging at her lower lip, his lips clenching around it as he muttered with a dark chuckle, “Not yet, kitten. You gonna be good for me?”

“Yes.” Maya said it quickly, because he was starting to slow to a full stop and she wanted him to keep going, keep fucking into her like he was because it felt too good for him to stop now. And she knew what a tease he could be.

“So wet, kitten. Feels so good, burying my cock inside you.” Eddie grunted against her throat as his mouth danced over it, his teeth latching sporadically in different spots. Oh, he was making it his mission to leave her completely covered in his marks.

He wanted it obvious whose woman she was now. If he could, he’d hire a skywriter and have them fly over the city, advertising it. His heart raced at the reminder that she wanted to be with him. He still hadn’t fully gotten his head around it.

“You’re mine. Right, kitten?” Eddie breathed against her skin, catching her gaze, flashing her that smirk she loved so much. Maya bit her lip and nodded, no hesitation. “All yours, baby.” she clung to him as he continued to fuck into her, slow and deep. His cock slammed into her G spot over and over and all she could do was moan and whimper, begging for her release.

Eddie groaned as he felt himself getting even closer. He tried stopping again, it didn’t work. Staring down at her, he bit his lip. “You gonna cum for me, kitten?”

“Yes.. Fuck yes.” Maya moaned out, digging her nails into his shoulders and dragging them down his back, making him buck into her harder and faster, so fast that the smack of skin against skin echoed through the room and almost overpowered the sound of her headboard hitting the wall at a steady pace. HIs hips stammered and she rocked herself against his thrusts eagerly, her orgasm ripping through, leaving her shaking and moaning, whimpering his name even louder, Eddie joining in when he felt her walls vise his cock, milking him of his seed, his mouth crashing against her mouth, deep and heavy kisses, the soft sound of their smacking lips and heavy breathing filling the air as he fucked them both through their orgasm.

Spent and sated, Maya pulled Eddie down on top of her and Eddie rolled onto the mattress, pulling her into his arms, kissing the bridge of her nose as she nuzzled against him. “Fuck. I know I say this every time, kitten, but that was amazing.” Eddie muttered, raising a hand to brush hair out of her eyes.

“It always is, baby. Are you thirsty? I can go get us some water.” “A little, yeah. Don’t want you to move though.” Eddie pouted as Maya pried herself out of his embrace and stood, tugging his tee shirt down over her head. Eddie reached out, lightly smacking her ass and Maya turned, poking out her tongue. “Did you just smack my ass?”

“Actually, I firmly grasped it.” Eddie chuckled, pulling her back down onto the edge of the bed. Maya laughed against his mouth, “You totally just quoted Spongebob… This isn’t getting us water, baby.”

“Okay, fine.. But hurry back, kitten. A guy gets lonely up here without ya.” Eddie planted a noisy kiss on her lips and let her loose so that she could go downstairs and get them both a glass of water...

[lunafeather]

9 for the kiss prompts?

Hey I don’t know if you saw that I posted my response to this on AO3 (I was taking a break from tumblr at the time!), so I totally forgot to answer this ask and shit, I hope you saw it on AO3.... I’ll post it here, too, just to be safe haha

9. Fuck You Kiss

------------

It becomes a routine:

Put the kids to bed, stay up prepping their lunches for the next day, entertain Dean until he finally collapses onto their air mattress, then sneak out when he’s dead asleep.

She usually drives to Boland Bubbles in silence, her mind whirring, picturing the numbers in her head and rearranging them in a way that’s believable, but profitable, in a way that her husband won’t catch on -- not for a long while, anyway.

The parking lot is empty as she pulls in, the building ominously dark. She knows its dumb, but she wedges her keys between her fingers anyway as she leaves her car and treks to the employee side entrance and lets herself in. The motion sensor lights flicker on as she makes her way down the hallway, peeking into the warehouse to make sure it all looks kosher, doing the same with the break room and then the mood room, her eyes sweeping through the one pink tinted light they leave on for good luck, and she’s just about to turn away --

She screams when she notices the shadow looming in the corner of the room, hands in its pockets, seemingly staring into the hot tub they always have filled for customers to test out before buying.

Rio meanders closer, into the light, and Beth should have known it was him, of course it’s him, it’s always him. Still, she presses her palm to her chest, against the harsh thudding of her heart.

His eyes track the movement with interest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she hisses.

He smirks, that dumb, handsome, terrible and infuriating smirk. “That any way to greet your boss?”

Beth rolls her eyes and stalks away, not waiting for him. He won’t answer her, and he’ll eventually follow her to the office planted in the center of the show room. She doesn’t have the time nor the patience to entertain him.

He appears in the doorway a few minutes later, leaning his hip against the frame, and she has to resist the urge to look up from the papers in front of her to properly take him in -- but she can see him in her peripheral, sees the black beanie tugged low over his ears, the charcoal grey button up shrouded by the black coat with the one white button hole, the loose black jeans and the black and white sneakers.

He’s found a color scheme he likes and stuck with it, and she can respect that -- her brain chooses to focus on this thought instead of the overwhelming surge of want that flows through her, the frustration prickling at her skin -- frustration with everything that’s happened between them, frustration with this business not being hers, not really , frustration with how fucking beautiful he is. He’s taken to sporting a full beard lately, trimming it instead of shaving, and it drives her to distraction when they’re in the same room together, many times Rio just staring at her while she tries to fight the blush at the memory of that beard against her thighs, of her fingernails running through it.

The worst part is that she’s convinced he knows exactly what it does to her.

All of this lust, all of this attraction, had been a lot easier to keep at bay when she was convinced he was going to kill her at any moment, reap his revenge with three matching holes -- his and hers -- blasted in her body, and when she was consumed with the desperation for survival, convinced she needed to get rid of him first to save herself.

This stalemate of theirs makes it too easy to slip.

So she ignores him.

She can feel him smiling at her.

Still, she’s the first to break the silence.

“How did you get in?”

Rio shrugs, doesn’t answer.

She didn’t really expect one anyway.

“You worried about bein’ all alone in this big warehouse in the middle of the night, baby?”

He smiles when she glares at him.

“Maybe if you told me how you got in, I’d be able to keep the place more secure.”

His eyes are dark, framed by those thick, long lashes. “Nah, where’s the fun in that?” he murmurs.

They stare at each other for a moment.

“Well, if you didn’t need anything, I’ve got some work to --”

“Why you keep coming here at this hour anyway, Elizabeth?”

Her brows furrow. “How did you --”

He tilts his head, gives her a look.

“Are you still having me followed?” she splutters.

He shrugs again, faux nonchalant, sticking his lower lip out and then pursing his lips.

“I thought we moved past that.”

“Oh, what, you think I’m s’posed to trust you, after everything?”

Beth tips her chin in defiance. “I mean, I did bring you this idea--”

A bark of laughter, devoid of amusement. “Nah, sweetheart, that’s not how it works and you know it.”

Her mouth settles into a hard line, and she lets her expression go blank. “Fine. But if that’s all --”

“You never answered my question.”

She can’t help it, she squawks, indignant. “I’m sorry, when the hell have you ever answered --”

“Why you keep comin’ here in the middle of the night?”

“Will you let me speak?” She’s not proud of losing her temper, never likes to let her emotions slip around him, especially not now, so she balls her hands into fists in her lap and tries to channel her anger into them.

Rio watches her, waits for her to say something else, but she doesn’t have anything else, was mostly annoyed at him cutting her off. His eyebrows hit his hairline.

“Oh, that it?” He takes three long, slow steps towards her, his fingers sliding along the edge of her desk -- well, Dean’s desk, but just for now, just until she can wiggle her way in -- stopping at the corner and leaning over it, hands splayed. “Cause I thought maybe you were gonna tell me why you sneakin’ around your business, fudgin’ numbers. Why your husband still thinks he runnin’ the game and callin’ the shots.”

Beth swallows. “I told you, it’s going to take some time for me to convince him to let me handle the books. He can’t know you’re involved, or he’ll --”

“He’ll what?” Rio sneers. “Go runnin’ to the cops, the FBI? He still refusin’ to see you’re the one who bossed up and pays the bills, huh? Guess what, darlin’, I shot him once, nothin’ stoppin’ me from doing it again.”

She’s not sure what reaction he’s expecting, but she has a feeling that her cool indifference isn’t it. He squints at her.

“If you let me take care of him, it won’t come to that.”

“I ain’t got time for you to try to pussy whip your dumbass husband --”

“Excuse me?”

“You should be pullin’ in way more cash than you are, so I’ma need you to stop gaggin’ on Dean’s dick and get your shit together --”

She’s up and in his face before she realizes what she’s doing, jabbing her finger into his chest. “How dare you!”

Rio snatches her hand and holds it away from them both. “Don’t.”

His voice is rough, a warning, but she doesn’t catch it, blinded by her fury.

“You don’t know anything about my marriage, about what I’ve had to do, what I’ve had to sacrifice!” Flailing wildly, she yanks her hand from his and goes onto her toes to get onto his eye level, waving her hand in his face and prodding him again.

“Elizabeth,” he growls.

“I will not let you degrade me, or treat me like --”

And then his mouth is on hers, effectively shutting her up. The kiss is rough, angry, desperate and filthy -- Rio’s hands cup her ass and lift her onto the desk, then slide up her back to mold her body against his, her breasts wedged against his chest and spilling out over her v-neck sweater. Beth wails into his mouth and clings to his shoulders as he steps between her thighs. He ravages her mouth, alternating rubbing his tongue against hers and sucking on it. She sinks her teeth into his lower lip hard enough that she thinks she tastes blood, and he groans and twists his fingers into her hair to yank her head back and expose her throat.

“You think about my tongue in your mouth when you kiss him, mama?” he says against her skin, sucking a hickey below her ear.

She scratches her fingernails against his scalp, helpless in his arms and writhing against him. One of his palms lowers to her ass to hold her in place, not allowing her to seek out any friction.

“You close your eyes and pretend its my cock fillin’ you up, makin’ you beg?”

Beth moans as his voice vibrates against her ear, pleasure singing down her neck and across her shoulders, threading through her spine and pooling at her tailbone. He grinds his hips into hers, and she can feel how turned on he is.

“He can’t make you come like I can, huh, baby? Gotta wait til he’s passed out and touch yourself, but your fingers aren’t enough, are they? Can’t reach inside you the way mine can.”

Those fingers clench in her hair, forcing her eyes open to meet his stare, his eyes dark fathomless, drawing her in and smothering her. She tries to lean forward, to kiss him again, but he keeps her still.

“He ain’t me,” he growls. The words tumble out from his lowest register, like he pried them from deep within himself, from a place he never lets see light, dripping with possessiveness and pride, and maybe even hurt.

She shakes her head. “He’s not you.”

Almost like he doesn’t want to hear it, like he’s already said too much, revealed too much, he crushes his mouth to hers again, and this kiss feels like a punishment and a plea. Beth lets it consume her.

And just like that, he’s releasing her, both of them panting as he steps back, putting some space between them and looking at her like she’s hexxed him, woven a spell to lure him, tempt him. And then the mask is back in place.

“You got a week to get your husband in line,” he says as he wipes their spit from his chin with his sleeve. He turns to leave, but stops in the doorway and looks over his shoulder. “And you better get a gun if you gonna be spending this much time here alone. Need to protect yourself.”

She arches an eyebrow at the implication under those words, that she needs to protect herself from him.

Beth’s got a feeling that his intentions are a little less murderous and a lot more carnal.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll empty the clip this time?”

His responding grin is slow, feral, like he’d been hoping she’d say that.

“Nah.”

And then he’s gone.

[nozomijoestar]

I kinda burned myself out with how hard I focused on these two months ago that it took this long to pick up again. I had an impulse to see them stargaze and then of course it turned into making myself cry ahaha

Once again they’re on the road because I couldn’t think of a better setting but that’s not important; its about the feelings

Trish inspected her nails with the eye of a professional. Night sky or no, nothing, nothing, interrupted her beauty checks. The moon had risen to its peak; the light confirmed her suspicion. She sighed. Her colored polish had degraded from smooth to a ragged patchwork. Oh well, there were worse things to worry about. She looked toward the road behind her. Empty. For some reason her stomach sank. All at once her body tensed to hold itself for danger that took its time. That was the worst kind. Your mind split from your control at the worry the enemy instilled on their own pace. They didn't need to always attack, wait long enough and she'd do it to herself. Trish swallowed hard and breathed out. The night insects kept singing. A few paces ahead Mista lost himself in stretches as he should; his insistence to 'Get off his ass a bit' had dragged them out to Nowheresville, population pending. Buccellati and the rest had gathered around their car. Abbaccio crouched studying Coco Jumbo; which meant poking and prodding and holding the turtle while its legs flailed. She sighed. At least this time she was outside the poor thing. Trish squinted at them through the darkness. Narancia was missing. Of course he was. If you stopped a road trip for so much as a yawn, he'd disappear no doubt slacking off till he wandered back. It was a rule; it was as natural as the wind. Trish wondered how the boy hadn't been born a cat. He had the fickleness down already; time to find him anyway. That was another of nature's laws. He got lost sure, but no matter how she grumbled there she went guiding him back. The grass reached her knees and clung like dozens of pushing hands. Not a tree stood for kilometers; at this distance the moon grew overwhelming. Narancia lay on the grass that'd molded around his body as if it were his bed. His head rested on his crossed arms; Trish would never understand how he did it. How could one person embody freedom? How did he do it when his heart roared in a storm he'd bound emotions to years ago? She should know by now unraveling all of him was no better than holding the breeze. Trish knew he heard her coming. It was the walk he liked to say. Easy as breathing her feet fell into a rich girl's stride. Confident, precise, expectant- Trish wished those were still things she knew instead of their shells. She took a deep breath. No time for that now. Narancia turned his head as she sat. The feel of his eyes made her heart pound for something not worrisome. God, he still didn't know whenever he did that. It was annoying at how easy, it was grounding in a world where up was down and down up. He had her smiling, smiling! And it felt liberating. "There's a bunch of 'em out tonight. You got a favorite?" She looked up and awe drowned the remainders of her gloom. Stars beyond counting dotted the sky; each speck burned to outdo the others. On a clear night they went on and on stretched beyond the horizon. Her eyes snapped to one set with ease. "Orion." "Huh?" "The constellation. Haven't you heard of it?" "Uh, well not really...wasn't around class long enough for that." His eyes flit anywhere but her face; his voice had trailed into something meek. Trish held back a 'Damnnit of course not.' to put her chin on her knees. You didn't ask stuff like that to people who never got past third grade. "Well it's ok Narancia, I'll just teach you a little. That alright?" He sat up to give her his full attention. A grin on his face told her everything was fine. God at this point Trish could do just about anything to him and he'd accommodate; follow and roll over like some dog for her. The realization of power made her queasy not for the first time. That was part of knowing him, being with him. At least for now. She smiled back. "Ok then go on and look at the sky. It always looks like a bunch of stuff smashed together at first. That's where the fun starts. The harder you look eventually you'll find what feels like it's going against the flow; like its part of something all its own." "Hmm...I guess. Geez people must have some killer eyes and nothin' to do all day- y'know, to do this right!" He added the last bit before her frown had settled. With an awkward laugh he mussed his hair. "Alright alright, so I look for the ones that stand out. That's easy. Aerosmith!-" "No Stands. By yourself sure but not with me ok?" "Huh? Why's that- oh..." Trish scooted closer to wrap her arms around his. She rested her head on his shoulder and grinned when he swallowed in awe. A blush colored his face. "Keep going." "Okay. So let's see uhh...there! That one is like a tiny sun. And there's smaller ones that look like they're followin' it an'...a triangle, I think." "That's Sirius, one half of the dog constellations. It's super bright I'm not surprised you found it first." Trish said with a chuckle. "Hey a minute ago I didn't know any of 'em. It ain't bad for a first try." "Liar I did mention Orion." "Oh yeah. Well s'not like I actually saw it. What makes you like that one? Is it cool?" She stared at him in way of open affection no words could capture. It was honesty; it was pure to at last be under a gaze that wouldn't vanish. He could hear her sure, but goddamn if his mind wasn't half lost in savoring what it felt to mean something. To be someone. He tucked a loose hair behind her ear; Trish kept right on though now she smiled again. "A lot of people like Orion since most think its in the shape of a hunter. Y'know, strong and reliable and protective. Things a lot of people want to be; at least to me anyway. I'm not all that different." She again gazed at the sky yet now in the moonlight her profile took on a serene determination. He knew then that he'd be one of the handful in a lifetime to see it. Narancia couldn't help his stillness; the urge that came from somewhere he didn't know to feel humbled. She continued as though she noticed nothing. There was passion in her voice no matter how casual her words. "When I find it at night or even in pictures, mom comes back. Just for a moment, just long enough for me to start crying. I see her in my head and I remember and it's like...like I'm watching my past while I hold my breath then- then it's gone before I can really understand it. The one thing to stay is feeling for a second as if none of this ever happened. As if I'm still back home and she's cooking before calling for me to help. It's...it's so safe." Tears had fallen as she uttered the final words; her tone drifted far, far away and he knew she'd stopped talking to him. Silently Narancia hugged her and welcomed his own, gentler cry. A minute passed where only the wind spoke as it brushed the grass. He could swear her heart raced and skirted danger. When he breathed deep however, it could've well been him. As with many things Trish took the lead and broke the quiet. "I wish I could be Orion. I wish my mom would give it a rest already." Her voice still hadn't recovered its confidence. She leaned into him in search of grasping it once more. "Trish...you are. That time on the plane to Sardegna, you were by yourself and you still got us outta there. I don't wanna think about getting thrown into that meat thing's mouth. A-and I don't have to thanks to you!" Their eyes met this time with an intensity neither could name. Trish shook her head while she rubbed his hand; the roughness that marked his body hadn't pierced who he really was, that kindness he breathed readier than air. Not for the gang alone did he slip into it. For them it was short sighs between the snarls when attitudes clashed. It was like he feared to release it always, to embrace it. But not for her, for her he never hesitated. That was the boy she loved most. He kept chatting and slurred his words as they fought to arrange themselves. She realized how much he noticed in ways she'd been too occupied to see. All the same she interrupted him with a finger on his lips. Trish brushed aside his bangs and spoke again of those things he alone had permission for. "Every time I think I'm getting closer to who I can be, I slide a few steps back. That's all." He wouldn't understand in a way he could yet articulate. She'd long come to accept that. The energy to his eyes took the place of fancy descriptions. He knew it too; it sat as the deepest pain beneath everything. People were participants on life's slippery slope until one day you died. She guessed, in the end, what mattered was which step you'd left on. Forward, or backward? Maybe her mother had stopped on backwards. Maybe she too would. Maybe instead as she studied his face and felt his life beside hers, maybe she wouldn't. And just maybe she could keep him from falling too. "Narancia, kiss me." He did softly and filled with unspoken things. In the now he was here and so was she. She was being silly; this moment was all that mattered. The echoes of shouting in the distance broke them apart. The calls of their names from the others pulled her back to reality. They were on a mission; their lives were fleeting and perishable. It churned her stomach and she reached to embrace Narancia one more time. He was warm despite the night chill. Her fingers dug into his hair as she whispered. "You're safe too." "I...same here Trish." He squeezed her afraid to let go but soon did so anyway. They helped each other stand and refused to let their hands separate. Together they ran towards their friends and answered their calls. They moved forward, ever forward.

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 35

Alastor led Vaggie and Molly into the ornately decorated grand ballroom he had taken Vaggie to earlier that week.

The room looked the same except long tables replaced the round tables that were there before giving the guests more room to walk around.

Alastor led Vaggie to a special spot next to the head of the table closest to the stage where he was sitting.  

A multitude of kingpins and overlords sat themselves at the various tables and the room buzzed with their conversations.

Molly sat down next to Vaggie.  Rosie sat across from them.  Alastor sat down at the head of the table as the first course of the meal officially began.

The first course was clam chowder and bread.  

The moth demon glared at the food in front of her.  She never got this kind of privileged food even after her death, but Vaggie wouldn’t take a bite.

Alastor noticed, picked up a spoonful of clam chowder, and directed the spoon towards Vaggie’s mouth.

“Take a bite of food, darling,” Alastor said, poking Vaggie on the lips with the spoon.  “You look positively famished.”

“I’m not hungry,” Vaggie said, refusing to look in his direction.

Alastor turned Vaggie’s chin to face him, gave her a reprimanding look, and said, “Please, eat, darling.  This is good food.  Remember what we spoke about earlier?”

Vaggie growled at him, but reluctantly began to eat.  

Molly ate and watched Vaggie in sympathy.

Once the first course was done, Arackniss and Henroin walked over to where Alastor was sitting.

“Hello, gentleman,” Alastor said, wiping the remains of soup from his mouth.

Vaggie held her water goblet in her hand and sipped nervously.  Molly turned around to look at her family.

Arackniss took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, “We want to see my little brother.”

“Of course,” Alastor said, rising in his chair.  “Come along, Molly dear.”

Molly rose from her chair. Vaggie immediately did the same.

Alastor stepped behind Vaggie, gently pushed her back into her chair, and said, “Nah, ah, ah, my dear Vaggie, you need to stay here with Rosie.”

“No!” Vaggie exclaimed, getting back to her feet and pushing her chair under the table behind her.  “Can’t I see my friend one more time before you give him away?!”

“You’ll see him soon enough,” Alastor replied with a chuckle.

“You’re lying,” Vaggie retorted.  “I demand you take me to see Angel now!”

“Hmmm…” Alastor pondered for a moment, purposefully dragging out his response to annoy Vaggie more before taking Vaggie’s arm.  “Alright, my darling.  Come along. Let’s go see Angel.  Rosie, would you keep an eye on our guests?”

“Of course,” Rosie replied. “Have a good time!”

With a smile on his lips, Alastor walked away from the tables and walked towards the backstage with Vaggie on his arm and Spider family following behind him.  They soon disappeared into the hallway going backstage.

Unbeknownst to them, the three V’s noticed and noted everything.

Alastor, Vaggie, and Angel's family entered the backstage area.  After walking down a short hallway, they entered a large room.  

Nestled in the corner of the room in between all the antiquities, weapons, artifacts and expensive items, there was Angel sitting in a cage just big enough for him to stand up and sit down in. He was in a straitjacket with a muzzle over his mouth and black pants and shoes over his feet.

Vaggie didn't waste any time.

Swiftly, Vaggie got in front of the group, and yelled out "Angel, Alastor lied!"

Angel groggily looked up from where he was sitting in the cage and said, "Vaggie, it's okay…"

Vaggie, on the verge of tears, cried out, “No!  I have to tell you!  Alastor has…!”

Alastor placed a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder and said, “I think it's time we left Angel alone with his family.”

“NO!” Vaggie screamed as Alastor took her arm and firmly but gently began to lead her back to the ballroom while she desperately tried to pull out of his grip.

With tears of desperation of his own coming down his cheeks, Angel yelled down the hall, “Vaggie, I know! It’s okay!  I’ll come back for you!”

“Don’t lie to her, little brother,” Arackniss’s cruel voice said with a chuckle as he puffed on his cigarette.  “That’s not nice.”

Angel and his brother shared a glare until Molly broke the silence.

“Angel!” Molly yelled as she dashed to the cage.  

Angel smiled warmly and leaned his head against the bars so that she could give him a hug.

“Hi there, Molly,” Angel said as his twin sister hugged him through the bars.  “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Oh, Angel!” Molly cried. “What has that brute done to you?! Hold still!  I’ll remove that muzzle!”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle,” Angel reassured her, turning his head so that she could remove the muzzle.

“You know I hate it when you lie to me,” said Molly as she quickly unbuckled the muzzle and let it fall onto the floor of the cage.  “Now, hold on.  I’ll untie your straitjacket…”

“No, you won’t!” Henroin commanded spooking Molly into backing away.  “The straitjacket stays on until we take him home.”

Angel finally allowed himself to glare at his father and older brother standing in front of the cage and staring down at him.

Angel got to his feet and said, “Hey there, big shit and little shit.  What do you want?”

“To see how much work we have ahead of us,” Arackniss replied with a mocking smile.  

Angel rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, yeah.  For the therapy, right?”

Arackniss and Henroin blinked in shock for a moment before the latter asked, “How could you possibly know about that?”

“You tried it for about the first 20 years we were here,” Angel retorted angrily.

Henroin sighed deeply and said in an attempted caring tone, “We were only trying to help you, son. You have something deeply wrong in your head…”

“Bullshit!” Angel snarled. “You both just want to get me out of sight and into gay conversion therapy, so I stop embarrassing you!”

Molly jumped to her feet and yelled, “How could you?!”

“It’s for his own good, Molly,” Henroin said.  “He’ll thank us for it later.”

“Bullshit!” Angel retorted angrily.  “Since when have you cared about what’s good for me?!  You just want to mold me into your image of a perfect son and zap me back to hell if I refuse!”

Henroin scoffed and replied, “If that’s how you want to put it…”

“Why, Dad?” Angel replied with angry tears stinging the corners of his eyes.  “Why?  Why do you need to change me?  Why couldn’t you two just accept me for who I am?  Why do you have to go out of your way to make me fucking miserable?!”

“Why do you go out of your way to make our reputation shit?!” Arackniss spat back.

Angel’s mouth fell open in disbelief and he replied, “Reputation?!  I don’t even live with you anymore!  How am I ruining your reputation?!”

“Like it or not, you’re still a part of our family and your actions reflect upon us!” Arackniss yelled.

“We’re tired of you running around like a tramp for that tasteless pimp!” Henroin snapped, holding onto the bars of the cage and looking into Angel’s eyes.  “Starting tomorrow morning, you will be undergoing some intense therapy to correct your sexual deviancy once and for all!  You’ve been allowed to wander for far too long, Anthony! You’re coming home tonight and that’s final!”

“Oh, wow, such caring,” Angel replied sarcastically.  “Excuse me while I choke on all the crap you’re spewing!”

“I can’t believe you two! How could you?!” Molly yelled.

“Molly, don’t you want Anthony to come home!” Henroin retorted.

“Not if it means letting you torture him!” Molly snarled back.

“It’s for his own good!” Arackniss snapped desperately.  “We’re doing this because we care!  You have been that fucking pimp’s boy toy for long enough, Anthony!  If you comply, you’ll be part of the family again!  Don’t you want to come back?”

“Will you fuck off with that shit already?!” Angel snapped back.  “If Alastor wasn’t giving you territory, you’d be content to let me be auctioned off!”

“Be grateful we even made an offer, ingratio moccioso!” Henroin retorted, slipping into his Sicilian Italian.

“Ingratio moccioso (ungrateful brat)?!” Angel asked incredulously.  “You’re putting me through gay conversion therapy, and I’m supposed to be grateful? Vai a cacare!”

“Non dire cazzata, rottinculo!” Henroin spat back.

“Smettila di urlare a papa, tu cazzone!” Arackniss snapped.

“Smettila di urlare a Angel, mezza sega!” Molly shrieked back.

“Zitto, cogliona!” Arackniss yelled.

“Don’t you dare fucking insult Molly, ya kiss-ass!” Angel yelled.  “That goes for you too, Dad!  I’m sick of both of you!  I don’t care if you ice pick my brain!  I ain’t going back to the fucking family and that’s final!”

Arackniss was about to insult Angel again, but then he caught something, flashed a wicked smirk, and said, “Tell us.  How did you know we were doing gay conversion therapy, Anthony?”

Angel saw Arackniss’s suspicions and felt a shudder run through his spine.

“What do you mean?” Angel asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“Yeah,” Henroin replied, catching on to his son’s suspicions.  “And how did you know Alastor gave us territory in exchange for you?”

“A lucky guess,” Angel said, blurting out the first words that popped into his head.

Arackniss walked up to the bars, flashed a cruel smirk, and said, “The broad tipped you off.  Didn’t she?”

“Maybe,” Angel lied. “Or maybe Alastor told me?”

“That seems unlikely,” Arackniss replied before he puffed on his cigarette.

“Yeah,” Henroin agreed, taking a few steps away from Angel’s cage.  “But there’s only one way to find that out.”

“No!” Angel protested, his eyes flashing in panic.

“So, it was the broad,” Arackniss replied.  “I knew it…”

Angel’s eyes flashed in fear before going back to a hateful glare.

“What does it matter, Arackniss?” Molly asked.  

“It matters a great deal,” Henroin replied.  “I think Alastor should hear about this.”

“NO, PLEASE!” Angel cried out desperately.  “YOU CAN’T!”

“Dad, you can’t do that!” Molly begged.  “You saw how that brute treated her at the front door.  If he finds out that Vaggie told Angel, he’s gonna do somethin’ awful!”

“I know,” Henroin said, staring Angel and Molly down cruelly until…

KICK!

Arackniss and Molly’s mouths fell open in shock.  

In his desperation, Angel had kicked his father in the groin causing him to keel over onto the floor in front of the cage.  He then reached his leg through the cage and began angrily stomping his father’s head into the floor.  

In all his years of suffering under his father, Angel had never dared to attack him like this.

“YOU!  WILL!  NOT! SAY!  SHIT!” Angel yelled, accentuating each word with a stomp.  “You have no idea what Vaggie has suffered under Alastor!  I will not let you make things worse for her!”

PUNCH!  

No sooner had those words escaped Angel’s lips, then had Arackniss punched Angel in the face to get him off his father.

Angel reeled back until his back hit the back of his cage and he fell onto his bottom.

“Angel!” Molly cried, pushing Arackniss aside and reaching her arm into the cage so that she could rest her hand against his cheek.  “Are you alright, big brother?!”

Arackniss scoffed as he helped their father to his feet and asked incredulously, “You’re really worried about him after what he did to Dad?”

“I don’t feel nothin’ for you two!” Molly snapped back.  “You’re gonna torture my twin brother!”

“You shouldn’t feel nothin’ for him either,” Angel interjected, just managing to hop back onto his feet. What I did to him is nothing he hasn't been doing to us for our entire lives!  Why do you think Molly and I left, Arackniss?  It’s because of Dad and his cruelty and all his bullshit that has poisoned us since the day we were born.  Don’t you see it?  I know you do.  Quit trying to deny the truth.”

Arackniss looked away, desperately trying to ignore another one of Angel’s attempts to make his older brother see reason.

Henroin scoffed and covered his bleeding nose with one hand before he retorted, “All I did was to make sure you fit the bill of the life you're supposed to have!"

“The life you thought we were supposed to have,” Angel snarled, giving his Dad an especially pointed glare.  “I don’t care if you try to chisel my brain with that exterminator ice pick!  I ain’t changin’ for you!”

Henroin shook his head in disappointment, flashed a smirk, and said, “That’s what you think, son.”

Just then, a shadowy figure emerged behind them before revealing himself to be Alastor.

“What’s going on?” Alastor asked.  “I can hear you yelling from the ballroom.”

“Just some family troubles, Radio Demon,” Arackniss answered first.  “Nothin’ we can’t handle.”

“Your dame told Anthony what we were planning,” Henroin answered maliciously with a devilish smile as he painfully rubbed the sore spot on his chest.

Alastor’s left eye twitched in shock, anger, and frustration.  His smile disappeared for only a moment before it reappeared on his lips, barely concealing the rage inside.

“I see,” Alastor said once he had regained his composure.  “I will see to it that she is reprimanded…”

“NO!” Angel yelled in a panic, desperately reaching his head through the bars.  “Haven’t you made her suffer enough, you son-of-a-bitch?! Leave her alone!”

Alastor turned to the cage, flashed his signature smile, and said, “Vaggie is my bride and my wife. What I do to punish her is none of your concern.”

“Vaggie’s my friend! That’s more than she’ll ever be to you! Even if you force her to marry you, she’ll never be yours!  She’ll always be Charlie’s!  You couldn’t make Vaggie happy if you tried!  Besides,” Angel said, smirking and leaving a pause for dramatic effect. “You’re not even a good kisser…”

SMACK!

Alastor crossed the room and backhanded Angel so hard that he hit the back of his cage.

“Speak in such a manner again,” Alastor said, hyperventilating between each sentence while still retaining his smile.  “And you’ll find your tongue sliced out.”

Angel smiled flirtatiously and moaned, “Oooooh, Daddy!  That sounds like a fun time!  Why don’t you come over here and try it?”

Alastor quickly regained his composure again and replied, “I would, but I have a misbehaving wife to attend to.”

Angel’s expression fell in a panic as he yelled “No!” before throwing himself against the door of his cage, resulting in a loud clang against the bars.

With every sentence that followed, Angel threw himself against the door of the cage in a desperate attempt to escape.  

“My hope ain’t dead…”

Clang!

“you son-of-a-bitch!”

Clang!

“I don’t care…”

Clang!

“…if it takes…”

Clang!

“10,000 years!”

Clang!

“I won’t give up…”

Clang!

“…on Vaggie!”

Clang!

“Hey!” Angel yelled, falling backwards onto the floor of his cage.

Having had enough of his annoying efforts, Alastor finally snapped his fingers causing ankle cuffs to appear around Angel’s ankles so that he couldn’t attack the door of his cage anymore.

Alastor then summoned a pair of keys, handed them to Arackniss, and said, “Here are the keys for later.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go discipline my wife.”

Alastor walked away, and Henroin and Arackniss looked down at Angel with condescending smiles.

“We’ll be back to pick you up after the auction, son,” Henroin said.  “Until then, think about changing your attitude before you place yourself in even deeper shit than you are now.”

“F-mmph!” Angel yelled, before the muzzle reappeared over his mouth.

The Spider Family looked over at the hallway to see Alastor standing in front of it.  

“I suggest you keep all Angel’s restraints on until it’s time to take him home,” Alastor suggested. “In fact, I demand it.”

“Sure,” Henroin replied. “No problem.  Thanks again for all your help and your territory.”

“Of course,” Alastor said, gesturing down the hallway.  “Now, let’s return to our dinner and the rest of the auction.”

Henroin instantly turned and headed down the hall.

Arackniss walked over to Molly, grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and said, “Come on, Molls.  Let’s go eat.”

“I’ll be there in just a minute,” Molly said, yanking her hand out of Arackniss’s grip.  

“I’m afraid I must insist, dear,” Alastor called out from across the room.  “Say your goodbyes to Angel and let’s go.”

“I’ll make sure she leaves,” Arackniss reassured Alastor.  “You can go on ahead.”

Alastor nodded and said, “I’ll hold you to your word, my good man,” before disappearing down the hall.

“Say what you need to say and come on,” Arackniss said, turning and walking down the hall behind Alastor.  

Molly kneeled down to Angel’s level and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, big brother.  I’ll get you outta here somehow.  Just stay strong.”

“What about Vaggie?” Angel asked.

Molly looked askance for a moment and then looked back at Angel and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Angel smiled under his muzzle and nodded.  

Then without another word, Molly got to her feet and walked out of the room.

[nastyboyluke]

ARE YOU OK? - calum hood

words: 1.2k

warnings: curse words & mentions of drugs

based off ARE YOU OK? by daniel caesar

“are you ok?”

he looked at her with this gaze. he didnt even really hear what she said but whatever it was, it made him giggle a little.

“calum? whats wrong with you?”

“nothin’” he answered. “im perfectly fine.”

she gave him a concerned look before staring at the bottles scattered across the house and even some drugs. she looked back at calum, shaking her head.

“you’re crying.”

“no im not, you are.” he smiled. however, there were tears streaming his cheeks. she was the girl that broke his heart and she thought she could come up into his house and simply ask: are you ok?

a sigh left the girls lips, running her fingers through her hair before picking up empty bottles. calum watched her carefully before picking up the bottle of beer he was currently working on and taking a sip from it.

“is this all you’ve done since i’ve been gone?” she called from the kitchen, throwing the bottles in a trash bag.

“maybe.” he answered quietly, pushing himself off the couch to follow her.

she dropped the trash bag, standing in front of him. her eyes were warm, comforting. and so was her touch. she brought her hand up to his cheek, her skin baby soft and still smelt of the perfume he bought her ages ago in paris.

“calum, this needs to stop. its not healthy, mentally and physically.”

he shrugged, chuckling a little. “i seem pretty okay.”

“well its not..” she replied, her eyes getting watery. she pulled and it made him sad seeing her sad. she turned away from him, continuing to pick up more bottles, sniffling a little every few seconds.

“i miss you y/n,” calum spoke up. “come back.”

she scoffed, dropping the bag again, leaning against the counter looking at him. “calum we can’t work if you’re like this. and correct me if i’m wrong, but you’re the one that fucked up; going around and messing with women behind my back.” she spat, biting down on her lip quickly after. calum frowned, walking over to her, arms wrapping around her.

“i told you i’m sorry..”

“yeah will sorry doesn’t always fix things.” she mumbled, pressing her cheek against his chest even tho she wanted to punch him at the same time.

“stay the night,” he whispered. “please, baby.”

her stomach did a little flip at the pet name, her arms squeezing his sides. sighing, she nodded stiffly before pulling away to go back to cleaning up the house a little. while she did so, calum wandered back to the couch, just gazing into space. it wasn’t until she finished cleaning, she sat next to him.

“when was the last time you showered?”

“i dunno, a few days ago?” he shrugged, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, pulling out a cancer stick and shoving it between his chap lips, lighting it.

however, he didn’t get to smoke it for long as she grabbed it from of his mouth and putting out in the ashtray full of old ashes and cigarette buds. “go shower.”

“but i dont wanna,” he groaned, still getting up anyways. she pointed toward the bathroom, calum sighing as he went.

while calum stood in the shower, the hot water trickling down his back as he stared at his feet, sighing. he knew his actions were wrong. he knew that the reason they fell apart was him. yet he still pretended to ignore it just so it didn’t hurt him even more than it already did.

once he was cleaned and washed, he stepped out, drying off and putting on fresh clothes before walking out to see her sitting on the couch still. when she heard his footsteps, she turned and looked up at him.

as much as she didn’t want to miss the maori boy, she still cared about him dearly. she missed waking up to seeing him smile, the smell off his cologne that stuck to every article of clothing he owned & driving around town at stupid hours in the night.

“don’t you feel better?” she gave him a small smile.

“nope.” he sadly smiled back at her.

“c’mon cal,” she sighed. “quit being like this.”

“being like what? depressed?” he shot her a look before looking at the coffee table. a cigarette or a blunt? he chose the one that made him feel the most numb.

just as earlier, he lit the blunt, letting the smoke fill his body before letting the thick smoke fall past his lips as he fell back on the couch. she watched him do this and she just felt anger bubble inside her.

“quit fucking being like this calum!” she finally snapped, making him jump. “you act like you havent done shit, when it was all you. to be honest, i wouldn’t even be here unless it was for ashton because you wanna know why?” she leaned forward, tears building up in her pretty eyes. “because i knew you were such a mess and it hurts me to see you like this. but i did it anyways because i care about you but how can i help you when you cant even care for yourself?”

calum saw a tear slip from her eyes as she got up and wandered somewhere in his house but didnt know where. a lump began to build up in his throat, now realizing he has once again messed up hurting his girl. he sat there for a minuet or two before getting up and looking for her, calling out her name.

there was no answer. but he heard her.

when he pushed open the door to his bedroom, he saw her, sitting on his sheets, crying and wiping her eyes. calums heart was racing and he felt so bad for hurting her. for hurting them.

slowly, he stepped forward, sitting in front of her, putting her chin up. she looked at him with her glossy eyes as she looked back at his bloodshot ones. while he continued to gaze at her, calum brought his hand up to her cheek, causing her to lean into it, his thumb running across her skin.

“are you ok?” he asked her this time. she shook her head, letting out a sob, shutting her eyes as tears fell into the palm of his hand.

calum knew it was a stretch but, his other hand held her face, kissing her lips. everything felt gentle. the way he held her pretty face in his hands, the way his lips molded with her own, even his breathing. he felt as if he was on a high. but one that was different than one he normally felt and he was pretty sure she felt it too because she melted at his touch.

she leaned backward, letting herself fall onto his pillow as he hovered over her, reconnecting with their lips, causing a soft moan to slip from his girl at the feeling. he pulled from her lips, kissing her jaw, her shoulders and down her arms to her hands before back to her mouth.

she was no longer crying but her heart was beating out of her chest. in that moment, she felt a little bit more than okay, being taken to back to old memories and stolen kisses when the two weren’t so toxic.

“calum,” she whispered, pulling and opening her eyes. he looked at her, eyes sparkling, looking for a glimmer of hope for the two of them. maybe they can learn to love each other again. maybe they’ll be okay. maybe they can he happy again.

“i cant do this.”

and just like that, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces like the first time.

[four-swords-green]

“Summer”

Summerswap gift for @keanearts for the Summerswap 2019 hosted by @imaginefourswords Thank you so much for hosting this I loved writing this! Dante I you like this! I am not an artist but I enjoy my fair share of writing! Please tell me if you liked it or not ^^  It’s been years since I wrote for this fandom and it felt like such a breath of fresh air! I hope you all enjoy! Rated T for some foul language and a nice scene at the end ;) nothing graphic of course!! It was written on a half broken laptop which only had a Dutch dictionary so there may be some spelling errors, apologies in advance!  

Summer. The time of year with nice hot weather, late nights at the campfire and just having a chill day with your friends. Some might even go to the beach. Our 5 heroes thought the same as well but it seems they were not alone. Not only was the beach at Lake Hylia packed with people but it seems some pirates wanted to join in on the fun and cause some trouble as well. Vio sighed as he rolled his eyes, looking over to his friends who were atleast just as annoyed. Blue was angry, to say the least. Redgave a small pout but was ready to help the people. Green was allready listening to the people who complained to hima bout the messy loud pirates. Vio’s eyes switched over to Shadow who was looking on with raised eyebrows. “Don’t pirates get to have a summer break too?” He asked himself quietly. Vio felt compelled to respond with a small but sad grin.  He too wanted to have a nice day off and just spend it with his new boyfriend. Just when he opened his mouth, Green found it a good time to return from the masses.  

“A break is fine, but they are bothering the other people with the mess they are making...” He nodded towards the empty bottles which only the Goddesses knew what they contained. “THey are being so loud too...” Red pouted again again while he dropped of the bags at their sunbathing location and grabbed his ice rod for some chill in this heat.   “I’ll make them pay for their mess!” Blue gave a small growl as he went to the bags to grab his sword. Vio gave a silent chuckle. Remembering this morning where he advised everyone to bring their weapons just in case some monsters show up. Everyone, except Shadow of course, gave a form of protest. Blue with his big mouth; Green with his form of reason and Red with a sad face. Shadow of course followed him in his opinion. He once told Vio that the dark world was filled with monsters and bad people to the brim. Even going on a leisury trip was considered almost as dangerous as visiting the dark lord himself. Shadow also told him he never went to a beach before for relaxation and Vio right then and there promised himself he would have a fun day with him just to make up for all the lost times. “Are you ready, Vio?” Vio looked up to see Shadow look at him with his all knowing grin which he had come to love. “You are quiet, even for you...” “Hm.” Vio grunted as he went to grab his bow. “Let’s see if they can be reasoned with before we start fighting, after all, it’s a hot day and it’s not like they are plundering everyone.” Vio walked back to stand next to Shadow again and nodded to Green. “Agreed?” Before Green could even respond Blue was allready stomping towards the pirates in a fit of rage because who the heck dared to bother him and the people on his day off. Green dramatically rolled his eyes as they heard Red calling out to Blue to aclm own and wait up for them. “Jeez, that guy needs a leash sometimes.” Vio heard Shadow mumble next to him. Red began running towards Blue trying to achieve some damage control. Green ran after him, ready to be the mediator again. Vio felt Shadow’s hand on his shoulder. “What do you say, shall we join them?” Vio gave Shadow one of his small smiles reserved especially for Shadow and nodded at him.

--^^--  

As if right on time the others arrived to see Blue and the pirate leader have a discussion. “Kid, what the fuck! We were just chillin’ you wanna fight us?” Okay, maybe discussion is not the right the word for it. The pirate leader and Blue were almost at each other’s troaths but fortuantely the others showed up try to calm things down. Keyword being the key word of course. “Please stop fighting everyone!”  Red tried to get between them but was quickly pulled back by Green. Green smiled at Red; giving a knowing smile as he patted his shoulder. “I’ll take it from here, Red.” Vio and Shadow looked on from the back knowing that it would only get worse if they mixed in. Once the fighting startsthen their time came.  

“Please, we did not come here to fight-” Green said this sentence with a sharp glance to Blue who mumbled in distaste. “We came here to settle on an agreement. We’ve had complaints coming from the other beach guests and we want to settle this.” “Peacefully.” Vio added at the end but without glancing a glare towards Blue. “Tsk. Why ain’t doing nothin’. Just chillin’.” The pirate leader folded his arms in front of his chest while the band of merry pirates in the back affirmed their leaders cries with shouts of themselves.  

“I don’t have time for this crap”  Shadow mumbled as he walked next to Green, moving in front of the pirate and then shoving a finger to his chest. “Listen. You guys are being loud and obnoxious. The area around ya’ll is a mess. Clean it up, be silent and then we’ll leave you to your ‘chillin’’. The pirate leader’s brows rised up in suprise and glanced around him. His friends looked at him with variying looks of surprise. Vio bit his lip because he didn’t want to start laughing during this moment.   After a few seconds the pirate leader relented. “Yeah, yeah, I get what ya sayin’.” He turned around and ordered his merry bunch to start cleaning up. “We’ll be nice, We just wanted to relax, it’s fucking hot.” “I’m glad you took the right decision.” Shadow wrapped his own arms in front of his chest. “See ya.” He turned around and walked back to their stuff, but nog before mentioning to vio to follow him. Vio shook his head in amusement. While the pirates started to clean up and then continue their day off the other heroes looked on their friends. That was way easier than they expected.  

--^^--

After a few hours it was clear Shadow had been promoted from the shady friend from their heroes to the next celebrity. The pirates were decent and not as loud anymore and the other beach guests were immensily grateful. Everyone saw Shadow’s performance and were ready to shower him with thanks. They gave him gifts, made sure he had enough to drink or eat and was showed with praise. While he liked the praise and gifts at first he made sure his friends and especially Vio were also spoiled. What he didn;t share was that he was uite uncomfortable with all the attention he recieved troughout the day. Vio felt a bitter taste when he saw another woman swoon to meet the hero fo the day. Not only did he feel bad because he knew Shadow’s feelings on the matter but also because of something else. Far more selfish than he would ever admit. He was desperate for some alone time with Shadow. He wanted to do stuff that as totally out of character for him but he didn’t care. He wanted a nice day at the beach. Spending time in the lake. Maybe build a sandcastle. (Shadow’s interest awoken when he heard Red and Green talk about building one together). Vio was alone in his own world, reading his book which he brought with him in case Shadow felt like hanging out with someone else but her barely read one line. He has been reading that same line for over 50 times now, allready. “I’m beat!” Shadow lied down next to him, hoping to hide away from all the attention he got. “What’s up?” Shadow leaned over Vio’s shoulder to look at the book he was readin, nuzzling his neck in the meantime. Vio laughed inwardly, Shadow sure loved to cuddle, who would have thought.   “Just some reading material about a war between three factions which took place on a different continent.”   “Hmm..." Shadow hummed as he molded more against Vio’s side. Vio turned to him and noticed Shadow was thinking deepl, his eyes unfocused.   “Are you tired?” Vio asked and gave him a soft kiss on his head, hoping to ease him. “Hmm, kinda but...” He looked towards to other happy people. Blue sunbathing on a neat beach towel. Green and Red playing in the lake, splashing each other. “Ah nevermind...” Shadow looked away with a blush. Vio grinned, knowing he would never admit it out loud that he wanted to do stuff like that as well. He put away his book and poked SHadow’s forehead with his finger.   “I am actually in the mood to build a sandcastle. Want to join me?” Vio stood up and moved towards their bag where Red had graciously added a small sandbucket for this purpose. Vio could see in the corner of his eye that Shadow was blushing furiously but he was also contemplating Vio‘s proposal. Maybe he needed a small nudge before actually doing it.   “I can’t do it alone after all, and I might need some help with finding sea shells.” Vio have a sly wink towards Shadow who‘s cheeks turned into a red blush even more. He saw Shadow’s eyes light up. He knew Shadow always liked collecting stuff, be it rocks or seashells. “Allright fine, if you can‘t do it alone then I will help.“ Shadow stood up and joined Vio for a stroll on the beach. Vio smiled at him and grabbed his hand. He never cared for the people who watched and he could see in the corner of his eyes that Blue was giving him the thumbs up. Vio paid him no attention as he walked with Shadow to a more secluded area on the beach.

--^^--

“Hey Vio, if I lie down will you cover me with sand and try to bury me? Red said that is supposed to fun.” Shadow asked after they finished a small sandcastle. Unfortunatey there were not many seashells but that did not put a downer on the fun they had. They played a little in the water and had a splash battle which Shadow obviously won. Or; Vio let him win. Who knows? They decided to dry up on the beach by continueing with the original sandcastle plan.   “Sure, I’ll bury you nice and deep.” Vio grinned as he pushed down on SHadow‘s chest and climbing on his lap. One hand holding Shadow down and the other trying to bury Shadow‘s chest and arms. Shadow laughed loudly finding the soft sand ticklish and feeling a little warm from the handsome man on his lap. “Vio that is cheating!”   “It‘s not cheating if I win” Vio winked and then moved from Shadow‘s lap towards his legs and covering them with sand as well. It was sloppy and quick but it got the job done. “You are my prisoner now...“ Vio whispered as he grabbed the sandbucket to cover Shadow more with sand. Shadow grinned. Vio being forward like that was not something wich happened on a daily basis but he noticed that it happened more often lately since they became official. Vio’s smiles were rare but they radiated the light Shadow used to be so afraid of. Shadow’s smile grew softer while Vio’s face turned to him. “I believe you are adequately buried now.“ Vio leaned towards Shadow’s face. “Can you move?” In all honesty, if he tried he could jump out of the burial site in a second but he liked toying with Vio more. He sighed dramatically. “Alas, here I am, but a prisoner of the hero of the four sword.”Vio rolled his eyes at that statement and moved to lie down next to Shadow.   “Well then, now that you are my prisoner, do you admit defeat?” Shadow chuckled and winked at Vio. “Perhaps, kiss me and then I‘ll decide.” Vio blushed and turned away from Shadow. “I don’t think prisoners get a saying like that.“ This was Shadow’s moment to strike. With a grunt he moved up from his buried position and rolled over and lied down on Vio’s body.  

“You are my prisoner now.” Shadow returned Vio’s earlier saying. Vio was completely paralyzed. He never expected that Shadow would be so forward. Shadow laughed gleefully. “Now that you are adequately buried beneath me. How about that kiss?” Shadow winkednat the last word. Vio suddenly woke up from his stupor and rolled his eyes. “Well, I like action more than words.” Shadow grinned as he leaned down towards Vio’s lips. Vio met him halfway and gave Shadow a nice but warm kiss. Not too warm of course but this was just the right amount of warmth that they both needed. Shadow moved his legs so he was straddling Vio’s hips and used one hand to stroke his cheek. Vio on the other hand moved his hands into Shadow’s still wet hair. To Shadow’s suprise he felt that Vio was softly biting Shadow’s lips as if asking permission, which Shadow obviously granted. When their tongues touched the felt fireworks troughout their bodies. Feeling and sensations never experienced coming trough. Shadow pulled back after a few seconds to catch his breath. He panted and leaned his forehead against Vio’s

“I care alot about you, you know that..?” Shadow gave Vio another small peck on his lips. Vio felt the tips of his ears redden at Shadow’s sweet confession. “I am glad. I care alot about you too…” Vio returned once again towards Shadow’s sweet and soft lips which were allready starting to get a little bruised after their small makeout session. They were so into each other that they didn’t hear Red calling them for the watermelons he brought with them. Red and the other could wait, they wanted to spend this summer day together.    

[whiskey-and-nightmares]

If you're up to it then how about R!Clack for chocolate? I'm a sucker for fluff!

    ◈ — @anon  || Request accepted !

    Who isn’t a sucker for fluff ? Here ya go, some chocolate, romantic fluff !

There were many things Jack was proud about.

A lot of them were related to magic and many other feats he had achieved in his life. A few of them although were more related to everyday and mundane things; Learning how to cook with minimal help was something he was immensely proud of, but being a natural at baking easily beat the cooking achievement.

Today, since was Valentines day, Jack baked his famous triple chocolate cake filled with some more chocolate. It was Han’s favorite and a treat that Jack allowed him to have just a few times per year since chocolate was, essentially, poisonous for him.

However, this time, as soon as Jack finished the decor and put the cake in the fridge for the chocolate to cool down, Han appeared at the door, frowning at him.

“What?”

“Ya done?” Han asked, heavy american accent that Jack was sure he used just to pester him as an extra.

“Yes. But you won’t be having any until dinner.”

Hannibal tsked at him. Actually, literally, clicked his tongue and Jack was so surprised and speechless he couldn’t form any kind of reply when Han pushed him outside the kitchen, warning him about don’t bother for a few hours because he, Hannibal, was going to be very busy.

“Busy— Doing what?” The door closing in his face was the only answer he got.

Jack pictured Han inside, eating the whole cake with his hands and sighed, resolving he didn’t have the strength neither was in the mood to get mad about it; It was Valentines, it was Han’s cake anyway and Jack was happy with the black roses Hannibal got for him that morning, like every year, so no, whatever was happening inside his kitchen, wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.

Except it was bothering him, even two hours later.

Dinner wasn’t a problem, Jack ordered the food from one of his favorite restaurants and was delivered just minutes ago, but still he needed to get inside his kitchen to set up the food in the plates and pinpoint whatever damage Hannibal caused in there.

Jack carried the bags and knocked the door with his foot, half hungry, half annoyed and entirely worried.

“Han, the food is here. I’m hungry and I want to eat and then have sex in the tub while drinking champagne.” He announced, still using his feet to knock the door and after a few minutes of being there, knocking and standing like a bloody idiot Hannibal opened the door.

“ —so fucking annoying.” Was the greet he got.

“I am hungry. What did you do with my kitchen?”

“Nothin’. Gimme that.” Han took the bags and then, finally, Jack got inside.

There wasn’t a mess.

In fact, the table was set, some candles lit and red and black roses were arranged in a bouquet at the table. Jack blinked, almost cursing at himself because of course today was one of those days Han managed himself to be in the right, ‘soft romantic’ mood.

“Oh, did you bother doing all of this for us dear?” Jack asked with a soft voice and a tender smile. Hannibal didn’t reply but he was busy setting the food in the plates. “I love it. Thank you.” 

“I got ya somethin’ too.” Han handed him back the bags and went to the fridge while Jack finished to put the bread in a basket in the middle of the table.

“What did you buy me?” Jack asked, unable to stop himself because he was a dragon and, as such, he was impossibly curious.

“Nothin’. I made it.”

That got Jack’s attention immediately and he turned in time to see Han offering him a plate full of chocolates.

“You made chocolates?” He asked with wonder, watching the sweets; They had different forms, probably cut with Jack’s cookie molds, and were well made. They looked pretty, even.

“Aren’t poisoned.” Han smirked at him and Jack laughed, taking one to bite it. “—But that somethin’ one would say if were offerin’ ya poisoned choc.”

“Well, poisoned or not, these taste amazing.” Jack replied with a big grin, eating the sweet in one bite and taking other to put it in Han’s mouth. “I didn’t know you were so talented with sweets, I’m almost jealous.” Han ate the whole chocolate in one bite, as was was his custom, but Jack couldn’t even bother at it.

The fact that Han decided -for whatever reason Jack couldn’t fathom- to do something like this for him was such a sweet and meaningful gesture that Jack found himself falling in love harder with the demon, feeling his heart swollen when Han smiled at him.

“Yer cryin’.”

“I’m not.” He replied quickly, even if he did notice his vision going blurry for the unshed tears of happiness. “I’m just… Happy. I love it Han, for real… I love you.”

Han hugged him and Jack breathed slowly to calm himself, smiling against his chest and letting Han’s shirt dry his eyes. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you. What you say if we dinner, eat cake and then hit the tub with champagne and those chocolates?” Han nodded at him, suggesting him to put some petals in the water too and Jack hated the man a bit more for making him fall for him even more.

“We have a plan then. Come, I’m really hungry. When did you learn to make chocolate anyways?” Han smiled.

“Youtube.”

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