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So Many Questions Part 3
Prompt: You’re pulled in for questioning by NCIS and are quickly surprised to see your ex-boyfriend as your interrogator.
Notes: Some characters are post season 11. Some smut ahead! @kittenlittle24
Part 2. Part 1.
“I’m here to see Agent Gibbs,” you told the security officer. Making a quick call, he nodded and let you through, now adorning a spiffy visitor pass on your chest.
You entered the big orange room with a small smile, grateful this time you weren’t here to be interrogated. You spotted Agent McGee and Bishop sitting at their desks but no sight of Jethro.
“Miss L/N. Everything alright?” McGee asked as you rounded the corner and chose a chair to sit in.
“Oh yeah, everything’s good. Except for the whole phsycho investor trying to kill me. I felt too vulnerable at my office so I came here to see if I could help in any way.”
Both agents gave you a look that you could only describe as part fear part awe.
“What’s the problem?” you asked, looking around to see if there was a big spider somewhere.
“Uh, you’re just sitting at Gibb’s desk. No one sits there except Gibbs,” Bishop answered, laughing nervously. Jeeze. Is Jethro really that intimidating that his agents are scared of a desk chair?
“Well I saw an empty seat and took it. He won’t mind I’m sure. He’s not even here.”
“Oh but I am,” you heard, turning to see Jethro walking over with a cup of coffee in hand. He stopped to stand in front of you and for a few seconds you both just stared at one another, a silent fight for dominance happening. If the chair was so important, you’d let him have it.
You stood up, now close enough to him to smell his aftershave and gave him a smirk. You always loved challenging him, but loved it more when he challenged you back, as it usually ending with him on top in the literal and figurative sense.
Stepping aside, he took a seat and you moved some of his papers so you could sit on the corner of his desk. His team looked thoroughly shocked but didn’t say anything as Jethro barked at them.
“What’d you got?”
“Well Torres and Quinn are interrogating Cheryll Reznik. She told them Ian Chandler had been talking with a man named Dominic. Bishop and I were able to connect an electronic payment he sent for 10k to a Dominic Waters. Turns out Dominic had just been released from prison about a week ago for armed robbery and aggravated assault. Perfect man for a small hit job in need of cash.”
“Then go bring him in McGee. Take Bishop with you.”
They both quickly scurried off, not wanting to be in the awkward space that you had made. Once the elevator doors closed behind them, you spun around, legs now hanging over Jethro’s side.
“Well you certainly have them trained well.”
“Yeah, they listen. Unlike you. I told you to go back to work, we’ve got this handled.”
You leaned in slightly, watching as his eyes briefly glanced down at your slightly opened blouse and then back at your eyes.
“You know how much I love pushing your buttons Jethro. Plus, I’ve been at work all day and haven’t been able to get anything done. I didn’t feel safe there without you there.”
You picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. You forgot he liked his coffee plain.
“I’ve got an agent assigned to you when I’m not there,” he explained, taking the coffee out of your hands and taking a sip of his own.
“It’s not the same. Plus, I was thinking maybe we could get a bite to eat. Im starving and I’m assuming all you’ve had today is coffee.”
“No time. Got a killer to catch.”
“Yeah well you’ll be no good to anyone when you pass out from lack of food and an overdose on caffeine.”
He gave you the familiar look that let you know that he let you win the argument. He only ever gave it to you when he also secretly agreed with you.
Without a word, he got up and you hopped down to follow him with a triumphant smile.
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“I don’t know why we couldn’t have gone to Duke’s. They’ve got the best beet salad,” you complained, sticking an overly cooked fry into your mouth. The little diner was cute but you were sure they weren’t known for their food.
“This place has good coffee.”
You watched him sip his probably 5th coffee of the day and rolled your eyes. Just then, your phone began ringing and you saw the caller ID as your next door neighbor.
“Hey Greg, what’s up?…What? Right now?….Can you see what he looks like?”
You listened to him give you a description and motioned to Jethro that it was important.
“Ok, no don’t confront them! We’re on our way!”
You hung up as Jethro had already gotten up and paid for the dinner.
“My neighbor just called saying someone was breaking into my place. His description was vague but it looked like they were looking for something.”
You both left the diner and sped off to your house. When you arrived, Greg was waiting out front and he gave you a hug, receiving a look from Jethro.
“They left just after I hung up with you. Took off in a blue sedan. I’m so glad you weren’t in there. I think I saw a gun.”
“Stay here,” Jethro ordered, pulling out his own gun and Greg’s eyes got wide.
“Don’t worry Greg. He’s a federal agent.”
The two of you waited as Jethro cleared the house and came back outside.
“What do you think he was looking for? Does this have anything to do with that crazy lady shooting you Y/N?” Greg asked as we all walked up the house steps.
“I’m not sure Greg, but I appreciate you calling.”
“Yeah no problem. I enjoy looking out for you,” he replied with a smile. Jethro gave him his classic hard stare and Greg cleared his throat awkwardly, smile fading.
“Alright. Well as long as you’re safe. Have a good-
The front door shut on him before he had a chance to finish his sentence and you looked at Jethro.
“He was just being nice Jet.”
“Mm-hm.”
You went around the semi trashed house, trying to figure out if anything was taken as Jethro picked up a little wooden boat from your shelf and inspected it.
“Your first gift to me. Made out of an old piece of driftwood I think you told me.”
He put it back and walked over to you as you finished putting back the couch cushions together.
“Well I don’t think anything was taken but honestly, I could be sure-
You were promptly interrupted by Jethro’s lips on yours and almost froze in shock.
When he didn’t make a move to pull away, you quickly matched his energy and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.
You both took steps until you felt your back touch the hallway wall. His kisses moved from your lips to your neck as you pulled his jacket off.
“Bedroom. Now,” he spoke huskily, sparking a fire within you. Grabbing his hand, you led him down the hallway and into your bedroom that had also clearly been tossed. You could’ve cared less as the both of you got undressed, Jethro setting his gun and badge down on your bedside table and pulling you into bed.
He didn’t stay on top too long before grabbing you so that you sat atop of him, easily sinking down onto his more than ready length. You both moaned at the contact and you made quick work, rocking back and forth with Jethro’s big hands gripping your hips.
“Just like that baby,” he grunted, looking up at you as you let your head fall back in ecstasy. His hands traveled so that your breasts were being squeezed and pinched, quickly bringing you closer to your climax.
“I can’t last much longer Jet,” you panted, clenching around him, making his eyes close.
He sat up and pulled you in for another kiss, hands helping keep up your rythmic pace until you fell apart, orgasm hitting you like a freight train. He wasn’t far behind, groaning and holding you still as he filled you up, knowing you loved it when he came inside of you.
Breaths heavy as you both came down from your high, you stayed together, embracing each other. He tiredly peppered kisses on your shoulder and gently ran his fingers across your back, making you shiver.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss against your ear. “You were always so easily overstimulated.”
“Yeah well you make it so easy with your talented multi-tasking.”
Eventually, you two separated, you heading into the bathroom to clean up. When you came out, Jethro was on the phone but handed you your clothes.
“Yup. We’ll be right there.”
He hung up and finished tucking and buttoning up his dress shirt.
“That was McGee. They’ve got Dominic in interrogation. He wants to confess.”
“That’s great,” you said, getting dressed and walking over to him as he clipped his badge on and gun on. Fixing his dishelved hair, you smiled and pecked his lips.
“I hope you’ll still come by even after we nail this bastard.”
“Well someone’s gotta make sure Greg keeps his distance.”
You laughed and followed him out.
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Sugar Mama Chapter 2
Summary: Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by. The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight. Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love. She has a proposition for him.
bucky barnes x curvy!reader Warnings: eventual smut, sexual assault (not from Bucky)
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The next day he called the number on Y/N’s business card. A woman named Pepper, her assistant, answered and made an appointment for him to come to her penthouse apartment on Sunday at 7 p.m. He had that day off from his multiple jobs for once, but instead of resting he was stressing about the meeting all day. He barely slept with how nervous he was, going through his closet over and over again to figure out what would be best to wear and pacing around his tiny studio apartment.
When the time came to leave he got a text from an unknown number saying a car was waiting for him outside. He peered out his window to find a black town car at the curb. He laughed at just how strange this all was. The ride was awkward and quiet, and once they reached her building the driver instructed him where to go. He followed their instructions until he found himself leaving the elevator and entering into a large sitting room with a wall of windows showcasing the Manhattan skyline. He gaped at the sunset hovering over the buildings, brilliant oranges and pinks peaking through the windows and streets. He looked around the room at the high end furniture and art pieces on the wall. Whoever designed the apartment had obviously been given an open budget as he recognized some of the items that he could only dream of using on his design boards.
“Bucky! Good evening,” Y/N’s voice rang out around the corner. Bucky followed her voice until he entered the kitchen. It was huge, with appliances that a Michelin chef would die for. Y/N was standing in front of the island in the middle, making sandwiches, dressed in a sweater and sweatpant set that was black and spotted with yellow smiley faces and matching slippers on her feet. She looked so small and casual compared to all the other large and grand things in the apartment that it made him smile through his nervousness.
“Hello, Miss Y/L/N, good evening,” he greeted her back, standing awkwardly at the entrance to the kitchen.
“None of that, just call me Y/N. You’re not allergic to anything are you?” she asked suddenly, her hands stilling over the food.
“No, nothing that I know of, anyway,” he quickly assured her.
“Do you like chicken or ham?” she smiled and turned back to the sandwiches, cutting a tomato and layering meat and cheese on one.
“Ham is fine, thank you,” he answered, smiling back at her. She finished the sandwich and slid the plate over to him, gesturing for him to sit down on one of the stools by the island. He caught it and gave her a quiet thanks as he sat before taking a bite. She watched his reaction, and when he hummed in satisfaction she smiled again and went back to finishing her sandwich then hopping up on the counter to sit.
“There’s all kinds of drinks in the fridge, you’re welcome to whatever you’d like,” she gestured towards it behind her.
“Oh sure, thank you,” he said around another bite and walked to the fridge, opening it to find what looked like a full grocery store inside. He quickly chose a water bottle and went back to the island.
“Did you like the crab cakes and risotto?”
Bucky’s eyes rolled back dramatically, making her laugh. “Oh yeah, still definitely my favorite, best thing on the menu there, in my opinion. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, giving him a lopsided grin. “So, I’m sure you’re just dying to get this weird conversation over with,” she teased him as she took a bite.
Bucky chuckled as he finished chewing. “Honestly, yes. I’ve been very nervous all day.”
“Let’s just dive right in, shall we? Have you ever been a sugar baby before?”
Bucky took a sharp breath and huffed it out. “No, I haven’t. Um, what exactly would it entail, if I said yes?”
“What are you hesitant about?” she queried, watching him intently.
“Uh, I guess, um,” he cleared his throat and decided to take a quick drink of water. “So, I give you, what, companionship? And you pay for things for me?”
“In a nutshell, yes. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship,” Y/N answered matter-of-factly.
“So what kind of companionship are you, uh, looking for?” he asked hesitantly. “I’ve heard of these kinds of things starting out okay but then becoming, um…”
“Sexual?” she finished for him. He nodded. “I don’t expect sex from you, Bucky.” He let out the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “I also wouldn’t be opposed to it, if the relationship organically led to that, but otherwise no, I don’t expect sex or sexual favors from you.” She set aside her sandwich for a moment as she faced him.
“My reason for doing this is because I have friends, plenty of friends, but those friendships have all been born out of those people wanting something from me. Money, connections, for me to invest in their business, using my name as a way to get ahead, get in contact with my father, and so on. It’s very hard to find real friendship, let alone anything more romantic. And I know buying someone’s time isn’t exactly normal or the best way to get it, but it’s my last resort, really,” she finished, her eyes looking sad as she took another bite of her sandwich.
Bucky felt bad for her. She had all the money and resources open to her and yet she was still lonely. This big fancy apartment with just her in it.
“Anyways, I’d like companionship. Someone to come home to, to take with me as a date to events, spend time with on the weekends, go to parties with, maybe get a good cuddle or some hugs, just a friend. And if something more were to ever grow from that, then great! But that’s what I’d like. You would of course be free to go spend time with other friends and family, I wouldn’t keep you prisoner here,” she joked.
Bucky snorted at that as he finished his sandwich. “Okay, and what about my jobs?”
“Jobs? How many do you have?” Y/N’s head jerked up at the question, a look of concern in her eyes.
“Three right now,” he answered nonchalantly.
“Three?!” she sputtered. “Jesus, Bucky, no wonder you look so tired.”
“Tell me about it,” Bucky sighed as he took another drink.
“Do you want to keep any of them?”
“Um…I’d like to keep my main one. I went to college for architecture and interior design, and during normal working hours I work for Joaquin Torres in Soho, so I’d like to keep doing that,” he explained.
“Oh yes, Joaquin! I worked with him a few years back. Architecture and interior design, huh? I’d love to see your work,” she said excitedly, her eyes brightening.
“I’d love that,” he smiled genuinely at her interest. “But yes, I’d like to keep that one, if that’s okay?”
“Of course.”
“Alright, um…and money?” He felt so strange asking for money.
“I’ll need a list of your debts, and I’d like you to break your lease and come live here. I’ll cover any fees that come with that process, including for movers if you have anything big needing to be moved. You’ll have your own room, your own space. As for payment, you’ll get a weekly allowance of $5000 that you’re free to spend or save however you want, and if you need or want anything else or more, we can talk about it,” she rattled off. “I’d like to take care of you, Bucky. I’d like you to feel comfortable, and hopefully help make your life better.”
Bucky could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as she laid out the benefits to him. His debts paid, living in this beautiful apartment, with a beautiful woman, getting paid $5000 a week, getting to keep his job and possibly get new opportunities just for being in her inner circle.
“Oh Buck, don’t cry,” she jumped down from the counter suddenly and walked over to him, her hands reaching for his face and brushing away the tears that fell. “Please tell me those are at least happy tears?” she pleaded as her fingers stroked the sides of his face.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he sniffled, “it’s just, really generous, Y/N. I feel like all that just for my company and friendship isn’t fair.”
“It is an unbalanced dynamic, I agree. But I promise that’s all I want from you, Bucky. All the money in the world means nothing without having someone to share it with,” she gave him a smile then let go of his face and reached for his hands. He gave them to her to hold and she rubbed his knuckles with her thumbs. “So…is that a yes?” she asked hopefully.
Bucky scoffed, “Well yeah, I’d be pretty stupid to say no, wouldn’t I?”
“Not necessarily,” Y/N scoffed back at him. “I want this to be an enthusiastic yes, with no hesitation or reservations. So I’ll ask again, is that a yes?”
Bucky took a moment to look at her, really look at her. She was sincere, with hopeful eyes and a determined set of her lips. He would be dumb to refuse, but he also didn’t want to refuse. He had no reason to. He wanted this. There was a small part of him deep down that hungrily thought, I want her. He pushed that away as he nodded his head.
“Yes, I say yes.”
“Yay!” Y/N cheered, jumping up and down a little and shaking his hands in hers. He laughed at her and squeezed her hands.
“Would it be weird if I hugged you?” Bucky asked.
“I’d love a hug,” Y/N said, opening her arms up to him.
He stepped into her embrace, her arms around his waist and his arms around her upper body. She nuzzled her face into his chest, breathing him in as he squeezed her. He felt like he was taking a breath of fresh air as she held him, one of her hands rubbing up and down his back. They stayed like that for a few long minutes, neither of them seeming to want to let go.
“So when can you move in?” she murmured against his chest.
“Maybe this Friday? After work? That way I can pack and get some things in order…quit a couple of jobs.”
“Yes, quit those jobs,” she agreed as she turned her face up towards him. “We’ll get you moved in on Friday night and then binge watch a show and eat all the pizza we can. Get to know each other. Sound good?”
He could just kiss her with how sweet she was being. “Sounds perfect,” he agreed.
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The week seemed to trudge on for Bucky. He and Y/N had exchanged phone numbers and were constantly texting each other. She would check up on him, ask him how his day was going, if he needed help with anything, getting the list of his debts and lenders, making sure he ate and would randomly have food and drinks sent to his apartment. He had packed his small amount of things within two days and put his furniture up for sale on a local apartment sales site, making a few hundred dollars on the side. Y/N had called his landlord and figured out the fees for breaking his lease early, so all he had to do was go to work, come home, pack whatever he had left, and wait for Friday. Quitting his other two jobs had been incredibly freeing, and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself with all the free time he now had after 5 p.m.
On Thursday night he invited Steve over for one last hurrah in his apartment. “I can’t believe you’re moving. What was this job you got again? Wanda was being really weird about it the other day and told me to talk to you,” Steve questioned him.
“I’m still working at the interior design firm, I just don’t have to work the other two now,” he was mum about it, not sure how Steve would react.
“That’s not actually answering my question, Buck,” Steve exasperatedly sighed. “What’s going on?”
“Okay, just don’t judge me,” Bucky warned him. Steve gave him an unimpressed look and sat on the floor where the loveseat used to be. Bucky sat across from him as they ate the Chinese food Y/N had delivered to his apartment. “I served some pretty wealthy people last Friday night, when I covered your shift?” Steve nodded. “One of them was Y/N Y/L/N.” Steve’s eyes widened. “Yeah! She was super cool. When it came time to pay she wanted to talk to me. She asked me to, uh…to be her sugar baby.”
“She asked WHAT?!” Steve started laughing uncontrollably, clutching at his chest and falling over.
“I said don’t judge me!” Bucky yelled at him, throwing a dumpling at him.
“I’m not, I just, ha! And you obviously said yes, cuz you’re moving, and quit two of your jobs! Haha!” Steve was rolling on the floor as he started crying from laughing so hard. “No no, Bucky, I mean it’s weird but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?” He kept giggling.
Bucky glared at him. “She’s going to be paying me $5000 a week.”
Steve immediately stopped laughing as he gawked at Bucky. “What?”
“She’s moving me into her penthouse apartment. She’s going to pay off my debt.”
“Uh…what are you doing to get these kinds of benefits Buck?” Steve was suddenly serious, his eyebrows hung low over his eyes as he sat up.
“Keeping her company. Literally giving her companionship. Friendship. That’s it.”
“Oh come on, Buck, that can’t be it.”
“That is it.”
“No way, dude, she’s gotta expect something more in the end,” Steve accused. “Did you already have sex with her? Now she’s gonna keep you as her plaything?”
“What? Ew, Steve, god no,” Bucky grimaced at his friend. “Look, she’s hot, I like her, but no I haven’t slept with her. If it happens in the future then hey, why not? But she doesn’t expect sex from me. This isn’t that kind of thing,” he promised him. “She literally just wants a friend.”
Steve analyzed him, trying to see if there was a lie hidden in his explanation. When he didn’t find anything he sighed again. “Okay, man. Look if you feel good about it and think it’s a good idea, then go for it. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I won’t,” Bucky said resolutely. “It’ll be okay. Hey, I’ll see if I can get you and Peg to come with us as a double date or something. She mentioned having season tickets for the Yankees?”
Steve brightened at this news. “The Yankees, huh? Double dating with a billionaire’s daughter,” he mused. “Peggy’s kind of a fan of hers.”
“It’ll be great, Steve. You don’t need to worry about me,” Bucky said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “But I appreciate it.”
***
Bucky practically ran home after work was over that Friday. He was ready to go, not needing any movers, with just a couple of bags of things he owned. He grabbed his stuff, left the key in the slot of the landlord’s mailbox, and walked outside to the already waiting town car. The driver helped him load his things in and sped off towards the penthouse.
He took the elevator ride back up to her place. The doors opened and revealed Y/N standing there, her arms crossed, shifting from one foot to the other and fighting a smile on her face.
“Honey! I’m home!” Bucky announced as he stepped in with a wide smile on his face.
Y/N laughed as he dropped his bags at their feet. “Welcome home, Buck,” she greeted him, opening her arms for a hug. He happily accepted it and gave her a tight squeeze. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”
They spent a good portion of the night getting Bucky unpacked into his room and making a list of anything else he may need to get fully moved in. Afterwards she ordered pizza and drinks and pulled out all the snacks she had in the pantry. Once the food arrived they binge-watched a few different shows, talking about their favorites, then altogether forgetting about the TV as they got to know each other better.
“Steve is my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were little kids. When his parents died my mom took him in and then when she died, he helped me get through it,” he shared.
“What about your dad?” Y/N asked.
“Oh, he was in and out of the picture. Always nice enough, but he just wasn’t the fatherly type. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since mom died, and it’s better that way,” he said, looking away from her intense gaze. “But what about you? Any traumatic childhood experiences?”
She chuckled at his dark humor. “It was just me and my dad. My mom was only in it for the money with him. I was her pretty doll to dress up, her pawn to get as much child support and alimony as possible. Once I turned 18 she had a mental breakdown knowing she’d lose a big portion of the payout she’d been getting, and I’ve kept my distance since then,” Y/N looked away as well. “She’ll call me sometimes, always asking for money. The alimony would last her the rest of her life if she’d stop gambling and hoarding.”
“Jesus,” Bucky murmured. He reached a hand out and intertwined his fingers with the hand closest to him. She gave him an appreciative smile.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” she reassured him. “It is what it is.” They sat silently for a moment, digesting the not-so-fun topic. “Anyways, I’d love to meet Steve, he sounds great.”
“Oh yeah, I told him we’d have to double date some time. He and his girlfriend Peggy went to that new burlesque club and loved it.”
“Did they? Oh good, I’m glad. That place was a labor of love, I tell ya,” Y/N giggled. “But I love the art of burlesque. Have you ever been to one?”
“No, I haven’t. I’d like to,” Bucky said truthfully.
“We’ll go tomorrow. You should invite your friends. I’ll get us all in. It’ll be fun,” she smiled again, patting his hand and then standing up and cleaning up some of the trash.
“Let me help,” Bucky said as he stood and grabbed the pizza boxes.
The night wound down and they talked some more until it was nearly midnight and Y/N’s eyes began to droop. “Y/N, you gotta get to bed,” Bucky poked her arm as her head began to loll to the side on the couch.
“What? No, I’m fine,” Y/N said groggily.
“Come on…let’s get you to bed,” Bucky coaxed her, standing up and pulling her up by her arms.
“Oh, alright,” she agreed, then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Guide me.”
“Oh god,” Bucky laughed, then started waddling his way towards the bedrooms beyond the kitchen. Y/N was walking backwards, keeping a firm grip on his waist so as not to trip and fall, giggling every once in a while as they swayed towards her room.
As he walked into her room he led her over to the edge of her bed. “Come on, you, we made it,” he said as he tried to push her off.
“But you’re so comfy,” she complained, her hug tightening on him again.
“And so are you, but you’re falling asleep,” he tried to pull her arms apart from behind him. In the process they lost their balance and both fell onto her bed, Bucky catching himself on his elbows at the last minute before he squashed her. She laughed as her hands flew up to his chest to help stop him. He laughed as well, his head falling to her shaking shoulder. As the laughter died down they stared at each other, their faces within inches of each other, the air around them shifting quickly.
“Sorry,” Bucky blinked, breaking the spell.
“It’s okay, it was my fault,” Y/N whispered as her eyes looked back and forth between his eyes. “You know you have the prettiest eyes?”
Bucky huffed a laugh, his breath fanning her face. “That’s funny, cuz I think you have the prettiest eyes.”
“I’m being serious, Buck,” she whined, then held back a yawn.
“Yeah, okay, time to sleep,” Bucky said as he lifted himself up. Y/N sat upright on her bed as he stood before her. “Goodnight Y/N.”
“Goodnight Bucky. If you need anything I’ll be here,” she reminded him, giving him a sleepy smile.
“Alright, sleep well.”
“You, too.”
Bucky gave her one more smile before turning and leaving for his room next door. As he got ready for bed and settled into his new bed he sat and looked around him. The room alone was larger than his previous apartment. He was in a king size bed, his clothes in a mid century modern dresser that cost more than his rent inside a walk-in closet and a full bathroom with all the amenities one could ever want or need. Another smile spread across his face as he tried to accept that this was now his life. He didn’t know how long this was going to last, or what this weird relationship would be like even a year from now, but he was extremely grateful to Y/N for helping him at his lowest.
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Calling on God
Premise: Y/N (undescribed) is a sorcerer at the Metropolitan Jujutsu High. She teases Gojo about having kids and Gojo follows through on her joke.
Rating: Mature
Author Notes: Reposting cause I found out I had my tumblr HIDDEN. Gojo/YN. NSFW. Light restraint, P in V. Y/N is whipped. ONE BED TROPE. Use of "good girl". Wearing his shirt. My Gojo is a bisexual king.
(thank you @voloslobotomyservice )
It was quiet, in an eerie way. The school’s halls, normally filled with the loud reverberation of cursed technique being practiced nearby, the yelling of the students or simply the overwhelming and heady feeling of cursed energy harbored by all the sorcerers, were absent now. All asleep in their beds and unbothered. And why would anyone be worried? This was the only place one could relax their guard behind the protection of Master Tengen’s barrier.
Y/N yawned as she shrugged off the oddity of liminal space, dropping her report in the drop box outside the office of the admins. The only reason she’d be here so late, knowing if she went home before… she’d never remember to bring it back.
“Ugh my feet are killing me too~” she begrudged, lightly hitting her head against the wall next to the box before straightening back up and heading back the way she came. But each step hurt. Boots rubbed every curve and bone in her feet the wrong way. She barely made it to and back to the elevator before admitting defeat. Dragging her feet, she slowly trudged out of the elevator on the bottom floor towards the common area. Spying the nearest couch, she kicked her shoes off before entering the conversation pit and flopping down. The normally uncomfortable furniture, more appearance focused than functional, was oddly welcoming as she sank in. She was doomed if she thought she would be getting back up. The thought of putting any sort of footwear back on painful. Instead, she rested her head back, staring at the ceiling as she looked back at the thoughts of that day.
“Oh Gojo~” Y/N cooed, leaning over the railing of the walkway to get his attention as one student seemingly launched another. “What do you think of my new nails?”
Gojo, not caring too much about being the most responsible teacher, quickly turned his back on the moment to greet her and sauntered over to where she was. “Well now, let’s take a look-“
Y/N held her hand out, showing off the precisely curated almond shaped nails with a combination of the magnetic cat eye gel and the dewy reflective drops. The overall affect being that of what she felt like if rain drops contained star light. Another fun and whimsical set like all the others she’d gotten before.
“Oh, now those are best yet,” Gojo hummed in appreciation, hand on his chin as he inspected them despite the blind fold. “I don’t know Y/N, I’m not sure you’re topping this design any time soon.”
At this point, the student not in combat had hopped over to get a look too, leaning over with stars in her eyes.
“Where do you get nail like that around here?” The ginger haired girl gushed, clearly over with the two fighting boys in the background.
Y/N pulled her hand back to appreciate them again, watching the way they caught the bright afternoon light. “Oh, I go into Tokyo for these since I don’t live here at the school.” She corrected with a smile. It was nice to see another girl on campus, her graduating class being the one and only time in a decade that sex diversity had happened so strongly on campus.
“But then what are you doing here? Who is this?” The girl asked, consecutively, before turning back to Gojo.
“Oh, she’s just one of the many sorcerers who report here when there is a job to do. Only the teachers and administrators live on campus, really.” He mused, turning back to the boys just long enough to see they hadn’t seriously maimed each other before turning his attention back to the girls. “Actually, she graduated with me.”
“Yup! It’s true- but Shoko is nose deep in her job and not big on fashion. Utahime is at Kyoto, and Meimei…” Y/N made a face and shuttered, not willing to continue the thought around the students. “So, I rely on Gojo to appreciate these things.” She wiggled her nails in emphasis.
Gojo simply hummed again in agreement.
“Which means, uh.. what’s your name?”
“Nobara Kugisaki!” The girl proclaimed, puffing out her chest confidently. “The best first year this class.”
Y/N looked from her to the boys, one of which was currently being chased by a pair of shikigami wolves, and back to her. She did not comment on the fact that she had known Megumi for most of his life. “Well, well. Nobara, you’re gonna have to do us all a favor and find Gojo-sensei here a girl okay?”
Gojo immediately tried to cut in. He attempted to push Y/N off the railing, but she quickly dodged him to keep the girl’s attention. “He’s getting far too old, and we need to pass the 6-eye down to someone. You got that? Give all the clients his number.”
She winked and bounced off just in time to avoid the impending wave of Limitless, a silent threat as Gojo chuckled nervously.
“Oh well it looks like its time for Y/N here to head out, we’ll be seeing you.” He waved as he nudged the young Nobara away. Nobara herself was cackling it this new information about her sensei.
“Or at least an egg donor if he’s gay!” Y/N yelled out lastly before stepping into a slip stream of cursed energy to avoid a last wave of Limitless. Effectively vanishing into the air of the training ground to head out on her mission.
“God I’m pathetic” Y/N muttered, sighing as she sunk further into the couch. “Absolutely whipped like everyone else.”
It was promptly after that moment that she went off the decimate a near by abandoned building. A facility for the sick a long time ago, left to rot. It wasn’t too bad of a job. But it had been tedious. Every floor and wing a mess of low- and higher-grade spirits that had gone unknown for too long due to the lack of trespassers. She had tried her best to go through one by one, to leave the building intact. She hated paperwork after all… But by the 3rd wing she was more than over it. The sun had already been setting and there was no end in sight. So she had stepped back out the front doors of the building, took one look back, and with all her frustrated affection with Gojo spat out an energy ball at the building as if it was a bad taste in her mouth. The aftermath of frustration and unresolved feelings. Buried deep down for nearly a decade. Cause she knew him. Hated that she knew his deep-down dislike of that sort of attention these days. Something that he matured into and had only made her appreciate him more.
“I need to get over this.” She uttered out lastly, blinking at the ceiling till it drifted off with the ebb and flow of sleep. A wave that won as her eye lids became too heavy. The quiet halls soon replaced with an endless see of green rolling in the summer breeze…
~
“You’re heavier than you look,” a voice said, soft but heavy simultaneously.
Y/N rolled her head towards it in the grass, the soft blades tickling her face in the warmth of the afternoon. She was comfortable here, a lazy afternoon exactly what she needed. “I’m trying to nap here-.”
The voice distant yet near, chuckled in her ear. As if the grass itself spoke to her. “Heh, that’s okay, just sleep yah?”
“Mhmkay” She whispered out, too comfortable to question the all too familiar voice.
The world gently rocked. A back-and-forth motion, lulling and soothing. It was easy to drift off again as the grass caressed her face. It was sweet. That is, till the world rocked too far in one direction and had her spilling with a soft thud onto a bed.
A bed?
“Okay, I’m gonna give you one of my shirts. What you’re wearing, as cute as it is on you, doesn’t look comfortable to sleep in.”
Y/N blinked, the first sense hitting her being smell. The heady smell of an expensive cologne, specifically. Cologne and… fabric softener? Then it was touch. Fabric so soft she wanted to melt into it. It bunched under he hands and caressed her face as she slowly opened her eyes to the dark room.
Ah, and then it was sight. A bright blue, like two stars, shining in the night as something white is handed to her. Blearily, she pushed herself up from the bed with a heavy head.
“Come on, put this on, you’re almost there.” The same voice from the grass.
She accepted the shirt, registering the pale hand that had offered it but not much beyond that. Nodding, she started to unzip her top to change.
“Woah- okay. I’ll just… turn around.”
She didn’t look to see what the voice meant. Y/N was sleepy, and there was a comfy bed waiting for her. And God did she want to be out of her working clothes. She fumbled through the motions till she felt the relief of the cool night air on her skin as she dumbed her pants, top, and bra to the floor in favor of the far-too large shirt. Spilling the material over her head, it fell into a pool at her thighs due to its size. And the sheets? They were nice. She couldn’t wait a second longer to turn back to them and crawl into the bed. Large fluffy pillows were here. And the comforter was both light weight and fluffy. Y/N tucked herself in without hesitation only to bask in the heaven of the bed she was in.
“I assume you’re decent-“ the voice asked, still soft as if trying not to disturb her too much.
She responded, or at least attempted to. It was more of an incoherent muttering as she buried her face into the crisp pillow.
“Okay, well this is a big bed and there is more than enough room to share, yah?” It continued. Large hands gently prodded their way beneath her side, slowly coaxing her further over on to the bed, till a dip in the mattress signaled another body joining her. Seemingly settled, the hands retreated, but not before soothing her back and patting her shoulder gently.
“You get some sleep now, okay?”
“Okai-“ she whispered into the pillow. The gentle lull of sleep now like a sweet cool breeze on a summer night.
~
There were birds. So, so, many birds. Much more than normal outside her place in the city. With a groan, she felt her limbs slowly wake as she stretched her legs, torso arching too-
Y/N gasped as she felt the full of her stomach meet the skin of another. Startled, she flew into alert as she looked up to be met with familiar halo of white. Gojo- sleeping with a soft pout, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His arms were loosely draped across her, one slightly tucked under the shirt that had bunched well above her ribs. Y/N’s felt a twist her gut as she registered the intimacy of it all. Unwilling to wake him, confused, she slowly lowered her head back to what seemed to be his bicep that had become her place of rest.
“Mmm~”
He hummed above her, having woken up, pout opening into a wide yawn as his hand ghosted up further on her back. The action caused her to gasp and yawn simultaneously, unable to control it as her body pressed further into his. This time though, Gojo bumped a thigh up higher between her thighs where she had tucked her own.
“Gojo-“
“I normally don’t sleep in this late, but I think I could get used to this” He said, voice sultry and teasing as always. But, with something else? Something more intimate than she’d ever heard from him before. The hand that had been ghosting up the bare skin of her back slid back down, fleetingly touching curves before resting on top of her thigh. The bicep beneath her flexed as his other arm curled round to enclose her shoulders.
If she hadn’t just woken up from the deep dead of sleep, her thoughts would be racing. Her pulse certainly was with how hot her face felt. But thoughts turned to mush as she bunched her fingers in the soft cotton of his tee.
“So why haven’t you?” There is silence as he considers her question, thumbs rubbing small circles in her shoulder and thigh. He still had even opened his eyes.
“So many responsibilities, too little time?” He answers after a moment, in complete seriousness.
Y/N couldn’t help but note the disappoint in that statement. Knowing all too well the weight that rested on his shoulders. Instead of dwelling on the reasons for all that weight, she pulled herself up to nudge her nose to his.
“It’s- it’s okay,” she whispered as he finally opened his eyes. It was hard to see those brilliant blue eyes so early. Something she rarely saw as it was. But she wanted to see him. Always, to see him. Someone only Nanami, Shoko, and Y/N knew. “We’ll make time now. If you want…”
“I’d like that” he whispered back as his breath ghosted against her lips, nudging back and bumping his forehead to her own. “Plus, apparently I’m getting too old too-“
“Oh. My. God.” She hissed in embarrassment, turning her face only for Gojo to nudge his nose against her cheek and turn his attention to her ear.
“What? Did you not want my attention?”
Gojo punctuated that by using his hand to hold her thigh in place as he pressed his own against her clothed sex.
“Don’t remind me how pathetic that was, please.” She rushed, unable to help as a slight whimper worked its way out as his breath tickled her ear and the thick muscle of thigh rubbed against her in the best way.
“I don’t know, it was rather cute. Would be cuter if you hadn’t done it in front of my students”
Gojo pulled away, leaning over her so she was forced to face him again. “Cuter, if you had been with me like this.”
He ran his hand further down her thigh, hiking it up on his hips before pressing himself in. She gasped at the pressure; lids heavy as Y/N rolled her hips up to meet him. The sweet drag of her sex on his thigh sinful.
“Yeah… definitely like this.” He finished, leaning in to capture her mouth before she could respond.
His lips were softer than she could have imagined, unable to help herself as she rose up to meet him. His kisses were more precise than expected, slow and sweet as he coaxed her head to tilt just so-. Y/N couldn’t help but sigh. And all the while he ground that thigh down, forcing her to ride him. And she did. Up and down, down and up again. She dragged herself up and down him till she felt the small high or an orgasm flicker inside her. She came quickly with a gasp against him, a hand threatening to tear his shirt as the other slid up to his hair to hold him to her as she vibrated with sensation.
“Gods yes~” she whimpered as the acute climax pulsed through her like a wave.
“You know you call on god a lot with me.” Gojo noted with a cluck, breaking the kiss with a soft suck to her bottom lip and a ‘pop’. “Satoru is fine though.”
“Try insufferable” Y/N panted, chest heaving as she flicked her sight between his eyes and the kiss swollen, wet, lower lip of his.
As if to tease her more, or subconsciously noticing her attention, he sucked his lower lip in and rolled it in his teeth to taste her.
“Trust me, I plan to be.” Gojo declared. He reached down between them, fingers toeing the edge of her panties before diving down to press against the soaked gusset of them and rubbing up against her lower lips. Reaching the apex, clit still sensitive, he rubbed against her with middle fingers in slow circles.
“Satoruu…”
“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name- come on.”
Y/N groaned as he continued, writhing beneath him as he slowly increased the pace.
“Satoru its sens-“ She gasped then, legs twitching. “Wah-WAIT.”
She let go of his hair to cover her mouth, eyes watering as he tortured her over sensitive clit immediately after getting her off on his thigh.
“Ohhh? Sorry baby. Is it too much? You going to cry?” He taunted, words harsh but tone endearing. A devilish juxta positioning.
“Here, I’ll relent-“
And he let up before the feelings become too much, only to hook his fingers in the band a loop through each leg. In a show of strength, a blur, her panties were torn from her and left her exposed from the ribs down. “Its okay, I’m feeling impatient to feel you wrapped around me.”
Panties tossed somewhere else, Gojo returned to her to rub his fingers up her pussy once, twice, before sinking two digits inside slowly till he was knuckle deep.
“Yeah-, fuck yeah. Been wanting to feel you like this for so long-“ He whispered, the two of them both diving to kiss each other as he slowly rocked those fingers inside.
And he was relentless, taking no time to find the spot against her upper wall that had her keening for him the most. Curling his finger just so- so that he could drag the pads of them against as he pumped them in and out. The only sound in the room that of sloppy kisses and the wet movement of him inside her.
Gojo broke away to kiss down her jaw, wet open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he searched for and tested each spot that garnered more reactions. Sucking against her pulse point as he rubbed a slow circle inside her tight heat before receding again to move lower.
“That’s it baby.” Gojo whispered to her chest, using his nose to push her shirt up the last of the way to expose her breasts. “I can feel how much you like it. Feel how you squeeze my fingers. Gonna squeeze my dick this good yah?” He peered up for Y/N’s response, watching her with a heady look as he licked his way up the underside of her breast to suck her nipple into his mouth.
Y/N could only nod dumbly, breath hitching as his second knuckles caught against her tight entrance with each thrust. Gojo unrelentingly assaulted her nipple till her breaths were ragged.
“Good.” He said, popping off one slightly purpled nipple before switching to the second.
As devilishly as before, his soft coos were conjoined with cruelty. Sucking in the second nipple to lavish it, he pressed his thumb to her clit. If she was in her right mind, she’d be impressed. But Y/N could only mewl for him as he thrust his finger in slow circles while simultaneously rubbing her clit. The hand clutching his shirt was trapped under him, pressed between their bodies as her other dug into the sheets. Her hips rocked to his hand, grinding out a rhythm till that coil tightened just this side of too much. Rocking, rocking, till she couldn’t take no more. Coiled all the way to her chest where Gojo was keen on sucking out her soul from her. All the way to her throat till she arched into him, breast bouncing up against the bunched-up tee. Till her lips fell open in a silent scream before the gush of release rocked though her and over his hand.
“There you go- I got you I got you, come on baby I got you-“
Y/N shook again with her release, jolting in her pinned beneath him.
“S-sa-sato- SAT-“
Gojo crashed his lips into hers again, tongue fucking her. Effectively silenced as he quickened his pace inside her with quick movement of biceps. Quickening until she was attempting to run from him, lurching away as he worked her release out of her till she couldn’t stand to be touched anymore.
“F-FUCK.” She finally ground out, pushing him away. Struggling to worm out of his grasp. Trying to ignore the way he chuckled darkly.
“Fuck that was hot.” Gojo rushed, slipping out his finger with a wet squelch before bringing them to lips as he watched her intently. Making sure that she was watching as he dipped those very fingers into his mouth before closing his eyes and humming in approval.
“Yeah, fucking amazing.” He rushed, pulling them out with a ‘pop’.
“Fucking evil is more like it” Y/N gasped out, heart beating in her chest against her ribs and threatening to escape. She could only close her eyes, drag her hand out from under him to run it through the sheets. Grounding herself on the soft material of what was likely designer.
They were probably ruined now.
“Have to say, those nails were definitely worth it.” Gojo pondered, sitting back to look down at his chest.
Y/N opened her eyes to see what he meant, met with the deep holes gouged into the cotton. Practically ripped down the middle. Her gaze continued down, down to the blue briefs with the distinct bulge. Briefs that were now soaked.
“It’s okay, they can be washed.” Gojo said, following her gaze as she gulped.
But that wasn’t what had her gulping. No, it was the size of the bulge and what was waiting for her there.
“You still gonna squeeze me good, right~” He teased, finger trailing down his torso and along the edge of his briefs. He ran them across the hem twice, before hooking the hem and pulling them down slowly. Watching her watch him, and the way he slowly revealed himself till the thick length of him finally sprung free.
“Y-yes?” She whimpered, still observing his dick as he stepped off the bed and out of his briefs.
“Hey-“
“Yeah?”
“My eye’s are up here Y/N” Gojo teased, lifting the destroyed tee over his head. He tossed it to the side too, with a wink, before crawling back over her with the grace of a tiger mid hunt. “Lets see the rest of you.”
Y/N nodded meekly, lifting her own tee only for him to slam his hand down one her wrists and forcing the material to remain there. It effectively trapped her hands above her head, vulnerable to him as he slowly lowered himself down while kneeing her thighs apart.
“Sorry, would love to see what those claws could do to my back but- gotta stay appropriate on school grounds. But we can still have fun like this, yah?”
“Yeah-“ she swallowed, fighting the urge to struggle against the restraints
“Good girl.”
Gojo adjusted so that his hand encapsuled her own, fingers tangle with hers as he settled himself against her. Gentle again as he used the other hand to hook under her knee to open her up for him. He expertly rubbed his dick up her slit one, twice, before rolling his hips forward with his head to her sex and slowly pressing it. He was velvet to her, a thick and soft caress and her lip wobbled at the tight fit.
“That’s it-“ He cooed, more to himself, as he slipped in till he was half way before pulling back to lean back up above her. If she wasn’t already a mess, it wouldn’t have gone in so smoothly. But all it took was a roll of his hips and he was sinking in. In till felt himself slide all the way, her thighs meeting his hips. Toes curling as she unconsciously opened her thighs further for him.
They breathed, both gasping as he bottomed out. Searching each other’s eyes as he rested so deep inside her. Gojo’s head tilting as studied the way her tongue flicked out just behind her lips, her bottom lip wobbling with the smallest movement, the way her breast bounced with every gasp. Watched as her as he pulled himself out to swiftly press back in. Press the air from her lungs as her eyes rolled back. It was all she could do too. Fingers tangled in his tight grip, toes curling as he squeezed inside her over, and over, and over.
It was everything. Each thrust a punch to her lungs as she gasped for him. Gulping for air the only thing she could sanely manage. Gojo dragging himself against her expertly, canting his hips till his was pressing her deepest spot. The one that had her seeing stars as her cunt fluttered around him.
“So-so good Satoru.” She whispered, barely audible above the soft squelches.
“Yah? Does that feel good?”
“Ye-yes yes yes.” She panted, holding his hand as if her life depended on top.
“Yah- you make such a pretty mess you know. Such a pretty little mess for me~”
Gojo quickened his pace, hips meeting hers now with wet slaps. Each slap a meeting of thick muscle against the round fat of her ass. Each one almost enough to bounce her off the mattress.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He bit out with a gasp.
“Go-“ stars already beginning to gather behind her eyes.
“That’s not my name.” Gojo snapped his attention down. Eyes boring into hers as his hips punctuated each word. “Look at me and say my name”
“Sa-to, Sa-sato-Satoru!”
Y/N’s eye widened, unable to look away as his crystalline ones bore into hers. Unable to control the way his stare brought that coil creeping back up on her. A white-hot flame threatening to sear through her.
“Just like that, watch me. Watch me fuck my name into you.”
“Y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Please Satoru plea-“
It was all she could take. A damn inside her breaking as her body lifts from the mattress to meet his, Thigh shaking around his hips as her vision went white. White except for his stare. Blue boring down into hers. A beautiful crystal sky that crashed down to her earth as she screamed his name.
“F, fuck-“ she was squeezing him so hard, practically milking him for all he had. He could barely contain himself as her last orgasm took him down with her. His hips stilled, buried inside her has he convulsed. Unable to maintain eye contact as his eyes squeezed tight and he spilled himself inside her.
They stayed like that for a while, panting and coming down from their respective highs. Gojo collapsed on top of her, grumbling something about not want to work as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. It was lost on deaf ears as Y/N tried to bring herself down to earth. Room tilting just slightly, far too dehydrated and in a calorie deficit by now.
She tilted her vision to the rest of the room, finally taking in the rich wood of the expensive bed frame. Across from her more matching furniture with the familiar modern yet mid century style. A trash bin next to his dresser and clothes hamper nearby.
A singular trash bin, with a familiar white tee shirt hanging over the edge.
“Satoru…”
“Yah?”
“You’re too fucking much.”
“You love it,” he cooed, slipping her shirt over her wrist to nonchalantly toss it behind him to the clothes hamper.
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Almost There
Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader
Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
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Wordcount: 1.7K
Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of sex, cheating, masterbation (M), mentions of death, mentions of murder, open wounds/cuts
AN: This part and future parts will contain graphic content! Not edited.
Peter looks at Ned for a moment, still trying to understand how any of this was possible. “We have to figure this out, meet me at my apartment at 4, we can start our research then.” Peter says before turning to leave.
“Wait, but we get out of classes today at 12, I can be there by at least 1, wouldn’t that work better?” Ned asks, not wanting to admit that he was overly excited for possibly cracking the case on what really happened.
Peter shook his head, throwing a glance over his shoulder, “No, you need to see Y/N after school. Don’t leave her alone it’s, it’s important to her. It already bothers her enough that we both decided to join a Saturday class last minute.” Ned watches as Peter starts heading back inside to see MJ. He could tell by his voice and the way he was walking that the separation was taking a real toll on Peter. Peter knew it too, even talking about you made his stomach turn and his mind wander back to your soft lips.
“So this neighbor girl,” MJ says as Peter sits back down next to her. “Is she pretty?”
Peter pauses, meeting MJ’s gaze. “Why do you ask?” He laughs nervously.
MJ hums, looking down at her book. “Well, we’ve been friends since high school, I’m your girlfriend now, and yet I’ve somehow never heard of this Y/N girl. It’s just strange is all.”
The guilty feeling from earlier starts to bubble up in Peter’s stomach again as he realizes that of course MJ would be uncomfortable with him talking to another girl. Wouldn’t he have a problem with her talking to a new guy without telling him? “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. Honestly she just wasn’t important enough to me, didn’t really think of mentioning her because I’m never thinking about her.” Peter lies, shifting his gaze down to his book as well.
“You seemed pretty interested when Ned had news about her though.” MJ counters.
Peter shrugs, trying his best to seem like he didn’t care about you. “Thought they finally got together.” Another lie.
MJ casts Peter another look before letting it go, “I believe you.” She presses a kiss to his lips, snuggling into his shoulder. Peter can feel his heart drop, he needs to get you taken care of so he can focus on MJ and MJ alone.
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“Hey sorry I’m late.” Ned says as he drops his bag on the floor. “Y/N and I were playing video games again, she’s like wicked good.”
Peter frowns, his eyes wandering over to the two controllers left abandoned near his TV. “Yeah she is pretty good..” his voice trails off a moment, thinking about you once again. “Not important though, we have some research to do.” Peter opens up his laptop, quickly searching up the elevator explosion eight years ago.
Ned’s eyes widen as he begins to read some of the headline articles. “Holy smokes dude, look at all of these. Six missing children? All before the elevator collapsed?”
Peter furrows his eyebrows, clicking on one of the links. “Parents of 11 year old Y/N L/N claim elevator collapse was a coverup, their daughter had been missing since 10 that morning….” Peter scrolls down a little more. “Ned..”
“Peter?” Ned asks, trying to find where Peter was in the article before pausing as well. “Oh…”
Peter reread the sentence again, “No bodies were found…police believe they disintegrated…that’s not, not possible.” Peter clicked out of the article, hopping over to another one. “They all say the same thing, children going missing, some almost a week prior to the accident.”
“Wait look,” Ned cut in, pointing to a paragraph on the screen. “Some of the children reported a game of hide and seek occurring when parents began questioning the whereabouts of their missing children. These reports were taken days before the accident.”
Peter sat back in his chair, his head swimming with questions. “The elevator was no accident. But then the question is, where did the children actually go? We know Y/N is, mostly dead. But she never mentioned the other kids being around here, and I haven’t ever seen them either.”
Ned gives a weak shrug, still scanning the information on the computer. “The only one who will have answers is Y/N, but she isn’t exactly too open to talking. She broke down when she started to open up about it last time.”
Peter gave a small sign, “Right.”
Clicking out of the article he continues to browse. Stumbling on dead end after dead end. His head began to hurt as the hours tick by. Ned eventually going to lay on Peter’s bed after about an hour of useless or repeated information. At about the four hour mark Peter stumbles upon a website that contains supposed video footage. “Hey Ned, come look at this.” Peter says, clicking on one of the videos. Ned stumbles over to the desk, leaning down so he can listen with Peter. The video appears to be taken in the lobby at night, the faint sounds of crying can be heard from what appears to be below the building. “This was taken a day before the elevator collapsed. The person recording had reported hearing voices of children coming from below the building.”
Ned looks over to Peter hesitantly “Peter you don’t think-“
“Y/N was murdered.”
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You hadn’t spoken to Peter in nearly a week, as far as you knew him and MJ were still a stupid happy couple that you never ever wanted to see again. The issue is, you still needed to move your stuff from under the floorboard into Ned’s room. Which is exactly why you decided now would be the best time to go retrieve your stuff while both Peter and Ned were at their Saturday afternoon class. You made your way through the walls and down to your old apartment, floating through the door and into the living room. You look around for a moment, wishing you could stay here once again.
Your attention was pulled away from the room by the sound of a soft moan followed by your name coming from Peter’s room. You furrow your eyebrows, floating through the wall and into his closet where you peak through the sliver once again. Through the crack you could see Peter, his head was thrown back on the pillows while his mouth was agape, his bedsheet barley covering his lower half.
“Ah fuck Y/N,” Peter groans, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, completely oblivious to your presence in the room. His actions had started as an innocent destresser really. He had skipped going to class today and opted to watch a movie in hopes of getting his mind off everything until he built up the confidence to talk to you again. But as his mind began to wander vivid thoughts of you kept reappearing over and over again. Your lips being the main focus, since he knew how they felt on his own. His mind of course only wandered from there. Now as he lay there slowly stroking himself all he can thing about was the way your body felt as he held you, and the way you touched his chest as you helped to sew him back up.
His pace got quicker, another grunt leaving his lips as he thrusted up into his hand slowly. “Peter?” You whisper, slowly stepping out of his closet. Peter’s eyes flew open, his head snapping to the direction of your voice.
“Oh my, fuck Y/N, what are you?” Peter stutters, pulling the covers closer to his body.
Your eyes slowly scan Peters body, “You were saying my name.”
Peter’s eyes met yours, his face turning a bright shade of red realizing there was nothing he could say at this point. “I didn’t, I’m sorry it just happened. I was so, and you’re so, and you’re all I can think about.”
You took a step closer to Peter, allowing your body to go solid. A rush of feelings suddenly washes over you, your stomach doing a small flip while the rest of you felt tingly. “Peter do you like me?” Your voice came out just barley a whisper, but he could hear you perfectly.
“I-“ he stutters.
“If I took my cloths off and joined you…would you object?”
Peter’s mind went blank, suddenly you were the only person there with him. Sitting up a little more he shook his head ‘no.’ “You can, I want you to,”
A small smile spreads across your face as you grab the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and off your body.
Peter’s eyes widen “Holy shit,” he says, quickly slipping back on his boxers under the bed. He stumbles out from under the covers approaching ing you quickly. His eyes scan your now mostly topless figure. “What, what happened?” His finger slowly traces the cuts on your stomach.
You look down as well, your eyebrows furrowing at the sight. “I-I don’t know.” You say slowly. The cuts weren’t scars, but rather marks that appear to have simply stopped bleeding, but never scabbed up or healed.
“Y/N, what really happened to you?” Peter says slowly, his finger brushing the wounds.
Tears begin to well up in your eyes, “I really don’t know Peter. I don’t remember anything, not really. I remember the people saying that there was an accident with the elevator, I remember there being others, I remember..” you pause, looking behind you at the closet. “Under the floorboard…” you whisper.
Peter follows your gaze to the closet, removing his hand from your abdomen. He moves slowly towards the closet, opening it fully so he can look down at the floorboards clearly.
“Can you see it? Where it does not fit all the way?” You ask quietly. Peter nods, kneeling down to pry the board from the floor. He struggles with it for a moment before you hear it pop open. He looks down, reaching in to pick up a picture laying face down.
Peter slowly turns it over in his hand, his whole body freezing up at the sight. “What did he do to you?” Is all he’s able to say, as he stares at the fading image.
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chapter iii — beat me up so i can fight for what i believe in (wc. 5k)
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You and Molly stepped away from the sprawling opulence of the Opera Epiclese and directly into a spiral stairwell leading to a lift, gears whirring softly as the sliding doors shifted shut and you were ferried away to another world. You couldn’t help but inhale sharply as the cabin was closing off, subconsciously trying to preserve a wisp of the outside world within you, tucked safely away in your lungs, for just one moment longer.
You were lowered to a hallway that smelled of stale water and kelp, dotted with a collection of orange-toned gas lamps that did little to warm the temperature or the atmosphere. Dim, greenish light filtered down into the elevator shaft from between the blades of a massive fan, where you and Molly looked at each other with twin unease. You moved forward, but there were no other people in the hallway but for two guards, who did not so much as look at you as you passed by and into what looked to be a lobby ahead. The echo of your footsteps bounced off the walls and ceilings overhead as you continued down the murky passageway — a dirge for the freedom of countless souls who had made the march before you.
The reception area was a huge space, centered around a long, bare desk manned by a bored young woman, tapping her chin absentmindedly in the eerie glow, eyes looking somewhere far away. Multiple fans like the first spun along the walls, though it seemed they did little to circulate the air, still somehow stifling and muggy despite the chill. Behind the desk was an aquabus sitting in a pool of shallow water, idling. A few people were scattered throughout the space, accompanied by guards or tearfully hugging loved ones farewell.
Above it all was an enormous sign embedded into the far wall over a large, circular portcullis. On it, engraved in bronze — those who do not work shall not eat. You swallowed, inexplicably nervous.
The woman noticed you at last, hand dropping lazily to the desk where it continued its absentminded percussion. "You must be her. The warden is expecting you," she drawled, gesturing to the aquabus behind her. "Hop in. Should only be a few minutes."
You thanked her and gingerly climbed into the aquabus, trying and failing to keep your hem dry as you stepped across the water to board. True to her word, a little lilac Melusine wordlessly hopped in only a minute later, fiddling with the machinery to get the bus going. There were only a small handful of the others aboard, guards and new inmates whose loved ones were left behind as they moved onward to their fates.
You thought the journey would never end, aquabus steadily rocking along the gloomy waterway, algae clinging to the cool stone. Unsurprisingly, it seemed none of the other passengers had much to say. You felt it would have been inappropriate to try and start a conversation with Molly, who still sat beside you, steady as ever, and instead decided to endure the uncomfortable silence.
Finally, the ferry came up upon its destination, a second portcullis yawning open to allow entry to another large chamber, better lit than the last. Water dripped down onto you from its teeth as you passed beneath it and bobbed into the next room.
As the aquabus entered the new chamber, you froze. Molly gasped softly at your side, hand reaching up to cover her open mouth. You only noticed out of the corner of your eye, suddenly unable to tear your gaze away from the sight that unfolded before you.
You were rooted in your seat before the almost paralyzing beauty of the sea in its mesmerizing entirety; three floor to ceiling windows, unveiling the heart of the Fontemer before you, as mighty and vibrant and captivating as a living painting. You were herded off the aquabus by an impatient Melusine; barely noticing it as you continued to walk along the windows, each shifted angle revealing something new and wonderful in the aquatic landscape lain before you. Fish swam in colorful schools past kelp as tall as any building in the Court. You could see towering structures far off in the distance, emitting streams of bubbles and piercing light. A group of rays danced by, opalescent wings catching the light of the day far above. A single otter swooped into view, tapping what looked like an oyster on the glass in front of your nose before zipping merrily off into parts unknown, leaving a thin trail of bubbles in its wake.
It was bewitching. Humbling. You’d never felt smaller.
After allowing yourself as much time as you could afford to simply look out at the depths, all the other passengers having long since departed with their escort, you took the last lift down, somehow further still into the depths.
You were deposited into a hallway that bustled with unexpected life, moving with as much energy and color as the sea from beyond those enchanting windows.
The Fortress of Meropide was both exactly and not at all what you had expected.
It felt like the underworld from Enkanomiyan mythology you had read about �� guarded by three-headed dogs, the river of souls and her cold ferrymaster behind you, lined in frigid bronze. Briny air filled your lungs, the chill clinging to your skin as though it were a palpable entity, but it lacked the bite of the air from the journey down... and also smelled vaguely of food, fresh and delicious.
The architecture remained consistent with the previous levels, yet here at the bottom, the atmosphere could not have felt more different. You were surprised by the energy of the residents, inmates and guards alike. People milled about the floor, mingling with one another regardless of which uniform they wore. A bulletin board with a dozen colorful notices and drawings — was that a child's drawing? — stood proudly beside a huge offshoot tunnel, a couple of inmates chatting animatedly in front of it, gesturing towards a bulletin of interest. A couple of kids ran past, giggling, not a soul paying them or their ongoing game of tag any mind. You could hear a man unexpectedly hawking Fonta, of all things, over near what looked to be a cafeteria to your right. You realized at that same moment that the cafeteria must be the source of whatever smell had set your mouth to watering.
Above the cafeteria — the ‘Coupon Cafeteria’, you noted with mild curiosity — was that motto, yet again crowing at the inmates on the pitfalls of laziness. However, the threat seemed to mean little to the throng of people that went about their days just below its warning, laughing and eating and living.
The Fortress felt more like a town than a prison.
"State your business."
You looked up from your observations as a guard regarded you with a neutral expression. Behind him was a large, bronze door, crowned high above by the same three-headed beast that you’d seen before.
You cleared your throat, once again attempting to harness something vaguely resembling dignity as you realized you had been fully gawking at everything and everyone on the floor. "I’m here to see the duke. He should be expecting me," you said.
He grunted decisively, nodding. The guard on the opposite end of the walkway nodded as well, snapping a quick salute before gesturing for you to follow him. With you and Molly in tow, he approached the impressive, bronze door across the small bridge.
He knocked twice, hard, before leaning against the metal with what looked like his entire body weight. The heavy door swung open under his efforts with an unexpectedly soft groan, considering the sheer size of it.
"Your Grace?" the guard called, heading poking into the room beyond. "Your, uh… guests are here."
"Thanks, you can send them in," came a familiar voice, soft and echoing, inexplicably distant.
The guard saluted you once more before returning to his post. You entered what you realized must be Wriothesley’s office, a large circular space connected to another on a higher level by a bronze spiral staircase curling along the far left wall. You made your way up, dress in-hand to avoid tripping on your hem, still damp at the bottom with seawater from your journey. Molly waited politely by the door, hands folded in front of her waist. She offered you a reassuring nod, somehow detecting your nerves despite your efforts to appear composed. She knew you better than most.
The top of the stairs revealed a surprisingly inviting space — lit not only by more gas lamps, but by the sun, far above in the distance and filtered by a league of glittering seawater. The light moved around the room in ethereal, blue-hued shafts, the rays shepherded along by the slowly spinning blades of the overhead fan. The walls were a clean, interlocking stone, lined with bookshelves overflowing with hundreds of titles and items. There were two circular windows, their stained glass overlooking the strange little world that spun on just outside the office, where people surely still went about their days below as though it was the sky that hung over their heads and not the weight of an ocean. On the opposite side of the room was a classy, red couch and a long tea table, home to several stacks of books, letters, and a clearly expensive, elegant tea set. Steam piped pleasantly from the kettle. The room smelled nice — like freshly brewed chamomile and something warm and masculine, maybe the duke’s cologne. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.
The curved desk at the center of the room was just as cluttered with various books and papers as the sitting area. There was a gramophone on the far end, playing light, melancholic piano music. A teacup rested near it, though it appeared empty. A red chair matching the lush couch was behind the desk. It looked surprisingly comfortable.
You wouldn’t have called the room cozy, necessarily, but it was much closer than you imagined a prison’s main office could get.
Finally, the man himself hummed from his place in the chair. His hair looked somehow messier than usual, a feat you’d previously thought highly improbable, almost as though he’d been running his hands through it over and over. "Welcome to the Fortress of Meropide," he said distractedly, not looking up from the parchment beneath his hands, and suddenly you'd never felt more like a stranger in your life. "Please give me just a moment to finish this. Then we can begin the tour."
You shifted your weight. "Of course," you said. "Take your time."
He look up at you then and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. Please feel free to take a seat," he said and gestured to the sitting area. "Tea in the kettle is still hot."
You smirked, an ounce of tension draining away as you sat at the end of the couch. "At least your priorities remain intact."
He made a noise that sounded vaguely like a laugh and got back to work.
The song continued to play in the quiet, the lilting melody filling the space as you waited, listening to the scratch of his pen against the parchment. You watched him — blue eyes narrowed as he scribbled away at whatever report he was filling out. He stopped for a moment, non-dominant hand rising to pull thoughtfully through his hair as he spun the pen between deft fingers in his other. You noted with an amused smile that the habit was likely a contributor to the constant state of his hair, despite his apparent efforts to tame it.
The humanity of it was somehow able to ease your nerves a bit further. Just a bit.
The moments passed quietly. You could hear Molly clear her throat from where she waited on the first level of the office. You had a feeling it was more for your benefit than hers.
Finally, Wriothesley sighed, putting the pen aside and standing from the desk, with a brief stretch of his shoulders and neck. "I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Thank you for waiting," he said gently. "I had intended to meet you at the entrance this morning. I know the journey down can be... daunting."
You rolled your eyes as you rose from the couch, swallowing down a relieved sigh as you felt the last remnants of your irrational anxieties fade. "Oh yes," you said, wry. "The murky and oppressive architecture was very charming. Quaint, even."
He snorted. "Unfortunately, that particular aspect of the onboarding experience was designed for our usual through-traffic, as opposed to lovely, law-abiding visitors such as yourself. Truly artfully done, isn’t it?" he mused, looking you over, mouth pulling into a small frown when he reached your feet. "Your dress is wet," he pointed out needlessly.
You lifted your hem a little, kicking at the heavy fabric around your heels. "I’m aware, believe it or not," you said sarcastically. You shot him a look. "No matter. I won’t be wearing it long." The duke raised an entertained eyebrow and your face immediately warmed. "That is to say," you continued quickly. "I can ask Molly to have it dried while we are in the Pankration Ring. When I change into training clothing. Which is when I won’t be wearing these particular clothes."
"Yeah," he said slowly. His lips quirked at the corner. "Of course."
You cleared your throat, arms crossing in front of you. You realized you were being teased. The duke looked dangerously close to smirking, to your consternation.
"Alright then," you said haughtily, attempting to resist the urge to fidget — and nearly failing. "Should we begin the tour, then?"
"This is the administrative floor," Wriothesley announced as the heavy door swung shut behind you.
You hummed appreciatively. "I didn’t get much of a chance, but I did have a quick look on the way in. I'm pleasantly surprised. This place is not at all what I expected."
He smiled, a satisfied look in his slightly downturned eyes. "We hear that a lot. It’s taken a lot of work to get the Fortress to where it is today. It wasn't always like this."
"I believe it."
"Follow me," he said, and you easily fell into step behind him as he began to speak. Molly remained at your side, curiously hanging onto his every word about the history and lifestyle of the Fortress. He walked you around the level along the moat, a clockwise circle from his office, remarking on an interesting feature or landmark every so often, demonstrating his wealth of knowledge. You asked questions here and there about whatever caught your eye and he was always more than happy to answer, rattling on and on, defying every rumor you'd ever heard about the 'taciturn' warden.
He was clearly very proud of how far they'd come. You had nothing to compare the current state of the prison to, but you'd heard dozens of stories spanning centuries of history and none of them were in any way 'feel-good' tales. None of them painted a picture like this. You could only imagine the true difference, if his pride was anything to go by.
Nearly done with a full lap of the administrative floor, Wriothesley stepped in front of the cafe, folding his arms behind his back. "And here is the notorious Coupon Cafeteria," he declared. "A favorite haunt of many of our residents, regardless of their criminal record or lack thereof. Wolsey is our head chef. Good guy, been here ages," he said with a friendly wave to the man behind the counter who you assumed must be Wolsey. The older man waved back before turning back to the woman standing at the kiosk, who had continued chatting away through the interruption, undeterred. "We can stop here to grab a bite to eat later. Wolsey's food is excellent. You can get a fortune too, if that’s your thing."
You chuckled quietly, looking over the cafe area, observing at least a half-dozen inmates trying and failing to look as though they weren’t actively analyzing the duke’s every move. You glanced at him, then to the engraved motto overhead, smiling sardonically at its foreboding declaration. "Don’t I have to work first?"
He sighed, hand going through his hair once again, pulling at the already tousled mess. His voice was weary. "Funny. That philosophy is outdated, barbaric, and ridiculous. Everyone here gets to eat."
"How generous."
"It’s not generosity. It’s a basic human right," Wriothesley explained. "Everyone gets a full meal, once a day, even if they don't work. But we do offer ample rewards to motivate the inmates to stay productive of their own volition. Honest pay for honest work and all that. It allows the Fortress to function, of course, but also helps the inmates themselves. Self-discipline is a skill many of the people who come here have never learned by the time they arrive. This system helps them to readjust to life back on the surface once their sentences end so they can reintegrate and become productive members of society who are less likely to reoffend."
You considered this. "That makes a lot of sense," you said approvingly. "I’m glad to see the philosophies of the past are being left where they belong."
"Glad you see it my way. Many of our peers do not share the sentiment." He offered you a tight smile. "Still, forgive me for the monologue. It’s becoming muscle memory, I think. I find myself having to defend my system more often than not these days. This experience is a novel one for me."
You laughed. "Don’t apologize, I'm genuinely curious. I was only poking fun. Plus, that makes two of us for novel experiences. It's not every day I receive in-depth historical tours of subaqueous prisons."
He looked out over the cafeteria, then at the children whose game of tag had long since ended and were now seated in a corner behind some boxes, scribbling on scraps of paper and chattering away. You'd asked about them during the turn around the administrative floor — orphans, Wriothesley had explained, born to inmates and with nowhere else to go. His eyes seemed to soften as he watched them. "It's not just a prison," he said finally. "Not just, anyway. For many people, this is home."
You were quiet for a moment as you followed his gaze. "Yeah?"
He paused, eyes far away, and nodded. "It offers people a second chance. A fresh start. For many of the people who live here, that is something they never could have hoped to be given in the overworld. Many of them decide to stay after their sentence ends. Leave their pasts behind them."
You could understand wanting to leave your past behind you for something new. Archons knew you wished you could. "So things run smoothly. If people are not only productive but content enough that some are even willing to stay, why would the Court wish to revoke its autonomy?"
Wriothesley scowled, brows furrowing over darkened eyes. "It's about mora, isn't it? Everything is," he said shortly. "This is a prison, but it’s also a successful and lucrative business. If the means of production were in the control of the Court, there would no longer be any fees associated with keeping the production zones running other than whatever it was they chose to allocate to it. Which, I promise you, would be a pittance."
"And you think they’d revoke a lot of the changes you’ve made."
He shook his head defiantly. "I know they would. Some have even told me as much. 'Why pay for wasteful endeavors like welfare meals when they work just fine when their only other option is to starve'," he rattled, clearly an echo of someone else's words. It sounded suspiciously like Lord Thibeault to you. "On top of that, if the Fortress were integrated as a formal entity of the Fontainian government, they would no longer need to purchase any of the items we produce here, from clocks to gardemeks, the funds for which currently go directly back into the prison itself. It would all simply be government property for them to provision as they so wished, whenever they wished. Driving production up and profits down in one fell swoop. You see the problem."
You did see. Your eyebrows drew together in concern. He painted a clear picture and the implications were not happy. "And what about you?"
He scoffed. "Well, I’d be unemployed at best, but it’s really not about me," he said. "Without this system, everything here in the prison would begin to break down. They would revert back to the way things used to be and then become worse. Credit coupons would be revoked without rhyme or reason. Inmates would receive no rehabilitation and then be forcibly ejected once their sentences end, left to flounder for a place in a world that no longer welcomes them. That they don’t know how to function in. People without coupons, for whatever reason — if they had them stolen, if they were sick, or injured, or unable to work — they would starve. People would be overworked to keep up with rising demand and receive no compensation for their labors. People would lose their purpose. The Fortress would lose its sense of community."
You were at a loss for words. "That's awful," you said at last. "That's how it used to be?"
His smile was humorless as he held your gaze. "Sure it is. I lived it."
You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me this gossip has truly evaded you?"
You huffed, offended. "I’ve never been one to seek out gossip on purpose."
He looked at you hard for several long moments before coming to some internal decision and sighing in defeat. "I've spent the majority of my years here," he said. "Now as an administrator, but before, as an inmate."
You froze, scanning his face for any sign of deception or humor. You found none. "You’re serious, aren’t you?"
"As a heart attack," he said, hand to his chest. "Your father was in attendance at my trial. I was sure he would have told you."
You were sure he should have, at least, but couldn't say you were surprised he didn't. Perhaps he didn't remember.
You studied Wriothesley's face. It gave nothing away. "What was your crime?" you asked bluntly.
"How bold of you to ask," he intoned, inflectionless. His face tightened. "Look, I paid the price and served my time. That’s all there is to know. But you can understand now why my title means next to nothing to many members of the court."
You nodded, mind racing with hundreds of thoughts you didn't have names for. You decided to let it go for now. "I can," you agreed. "Alright. I understand your predicament better now. And that it’s not just your position at stake. I can respect that."
"Exactly," he said, exhaling. "Thank you. Most of these people are just those who have made a few bad decisions or hit rock bottom. They don't deserve the kind of life — not even life, the existence — they would have were we to have our autonomy taken from us. Of course, there are those who are better off never seeing the light of day again anyway," he said with a frown. "Luckily, Monsieur Neuvillette is as adept at administering the law as the Maison Gardiennage are at enforcing it. And beneath them, there’s me, just trying to give people down on their luck a second chance while trying to protect the overworld from those who need protecting from. Something I pride myself on being quite good at, considering my unique resume."
You looked at him approvingly. You still had questions, of course, but far be it from you to pry when he had clearly come so far and done something good with his life in the time since his incarceration.
"You are just full of surprises, aren't you, Wrio?" you said, offering him a faint smile.
"Yes, well," he said brusquely. He cleared his throat. You thought maybe he sounded a little relieved. "I like to keep people on their toes. Now! Enough with the doom and gloom. I still have several floors to show you."
You passed beneath a huge iron signboard depicting two crossed arms, hands fisted, its once-cheerful paint chipped and peeling. You boarded another lift, heading once more downwards to yet another lower level. It shuddered as you descended, seemingly trying to communicate that it was as exhausted with being put through its paces that afternoon as you were with riding it. You sighed.
It continued down. Molly seemed to press herself against the back wall as it caught and jumped a bit more vigorously than it had previously.
Wriothesley, by contrast, seemed quite at east. "This concludes our tour," Wriothesley announced as the lift came to a sudden stop, stepping out of the cabin, tugging the fingerless gloves off his hands. You paused for a moment in the lift before following him out, Molly trailing not far behind in a skittish hustle. The air on this level of the Fortress was much colder than the others; the deeper you got, you'd noticed, the more pronounced the chill on your skin.
"Good. Thank you for the tour, but I think I’ve taken enough lifts today to last me a lifetime," you droned. "Aren’t you going to show me around the ring, though? That's where we are, isn't it?"
"It is, but nope," he said, lips pulled into a wide grin. "You will get an interactive tour. Trial by fire, as they say."
"Is that so," you drawled, allowing your gaze to take in as much of the room as you can. Nestled between stone risers, wooden boxes, and mountains of boxing paraphernalia, was the ring — a well-made, raised platform ringed by a battered stone barrier. There was intricate masonry inlaid into the flooring — it hardly seemed a comfortable training area, though you imagined the number of amenities within the Fortress that could be considered 'comfortable' were likely tallyable on one hand.
"Clear the ring for the afternoon," Wriothesley was saying to a red-clad man so brawny he looked inflated. He was standing by a small metal board that held various charts and spreadsheets. "I need it for personal use."
"Yes, Your Grace," said the man quickly, nodding and starting to collect his things. You could feel, more than see, him sparing a few curious glances at the three of you as he finished shoving stuff into an enormous duffel bag. He scurried down the hall and into the elevator, pulling the lever to ascend without another word.
Alone at last and without a rapt audience to dissect your every word and gesture, you exhaled, letting your shoulders relax. "This is an impressive gym," you remarked.
"It's a favorite for many, that's for sure. It’s important for the inmates to have a physical outlet," Wriothesley said. "And I’ve found that having this ring dedicated to organized fights has drastically reduced violence in… unsupervised capacities. Here, they can work out their aggression, settle disputes, get exercise, so on. On the ring, everyone is on equal footing, just like in the Fortress as a whole. Noble, common, what have you. It is also a gathering place and a community for fighters and non-fighters to have fun and let off a little steam. Many of the inmates and guards have taken to placing bets on outcomes. It's another motivator for the inmates to get to work. Betting was never for me — I always preferred to fight — but I can see the appeal."
"You fight the inmates?" you asked incredulously.
He smiled, dry. "Not so much anymore. I join tournaments from time to time to let off some steam. Most people don't want to fight me, though, for some reason," he said, winking, "So this will be some good exercise for me as well. Ladies’ locker room is over there." He gestured to one of the doors off to the side of the ring, beneath one of the raised ledges. "Get changed. Meet me back here once you’re done."
You went in the direction he indicated, quickly finding the locker room in question. You were itching to get into the ring; to see what sort of training he'd be offering. You picked an arbitrary locker and stripped out of the many layers of your dress, with Molly’s assistance — changing into dark trousers, a white shirt, and short boots, suitable for mobility. Simple, but comfortable. No frills or heels or lace to get in the way.
You exited the locker room, allowing Molly to disappear to the laundry to clean and dry your waterlogged dress with a few quick words of gratitude. Wriothesley appeared to not have gone far — he was lacing up a different pair of boots as he looked up to meet you, having removed his jacket and some of the other accoutrements from his own attire. They were in a neat pile near the outer edge of the ring. In just his undershirt and vest, sleeves rolled up, and his usual dress trousers, his physique was even more on display than usual — strong and rugged and well-defined. You couldn’t help but to feel a twinge of trepidation as you looked him over. Whether he was a frequent competitor anymore or not, he looked as at home in the ring as he had anywhere. He looked formidable.
"Ready to start," you called, drawing his attention to you.
He looked up from his boots and froze for a second, eyes wide, before straightening back up to his full height. His gaze was heavy on you as he took in your change of attire. He shook his head quickly, not unlike a wet dog, and gestured towards the ring, eyes falling away from you. "Uh, alright, head on up. Let’s get started."
He hopped over the railing of the stairs and climbed up into the ring, tossing you a pair of lightly padded gloves that had been draped over the stone rail as you reached the base. You caught them deftly and followed him up. "Put these on," he told you. "We don’t need either of us leaving with a black eye today. I’m sure the ladies would call it 'unbecoming'."
You laughed, pulling the gloves onto your bare hands. "Astute observation. I’m afraid the ladies would find it very unbecoming of you indeed," you said airily, securing the gloves around each of your wrists.
"Such confidence! Almost enough to make a guy swoon," he said, flippant. He beamed at you then, eyes flashing. "This might actually be interesting. Okay! Now, to start — the most important thing to remember here is that it isn’t the fighter with the most strength who is going to win, nine times out of ten. It’s about speed and technique."
Without warning, he lunged forward, and you instinctively pulled your arms up before you in a defensive stance. He stopped his glove before it made contact. "Good. Always be on your guard. Reflexes can be honed."
You sniffed, lowering your hands. "I’ve already told you," you said primly. "I am not new to combat, only to boxing."
"So you did," he said, nodding. He looked far too smug for your liking. "But I’ve yet to see you in action myself. I’d like to know where you’re at before we go to town."
"I assure you," you countered, surging forward and jabbing your gloved fist into his rib with a smile. He stepped back with a soft, surprised laugh. "I am more than ready to ‘go to town’, Your Grace."
He watched you withdraw with a look approaching complete bafflement before his face morphed into something that you found... maybe a little intimidating.
"Careful," he said tauntingly, a mischievous glint to his eye as he widened his stance, bending at the knees, arms rising, "what you wish for."
"Hold on —"
He pounced.
You landed flat on your ass yet again, the air forcibly evacuating your lungs. You could hear Molly clapping excitedly from somewhere else in the gym, your dress long since dry. You allowed yourself to collapse backwards and tried to catch your breath.
You lay flat on the mat Wriothesley had dragged out for training, panting heavily, arms spread out, gloved palms up at either side of your body. You stared directly into the harsh golden light far above. You were starting to think, after all the time you’d spent looking at it, that maybe it was starting to stare back. Maybe it was just the adrenaline. You frowned at it for good measure. Just in case.
Wriothesley paced a few feet away, adjusting the dark wrappings around his forearm. Your ego was consoled by the fact that, even if he was looking worlds more composed than you were, at least he was sweating as well. If nothing else, he’d had to try at least a little bit, fearsome in the ring though he was.
You exhaled, air burning your throat. He truly was a sight to behold. You understood now where his unexpected grace and precision had come from on the ballroom floor; he demonstrated nearly identical fluidity and control in here. It was, quite frankly, captivating.
You also now understood why most people were hesitant to fight him, and it had nothing to do with his rank and title.
You pulled yourself back up into a semi-sitting position, resting on your elbows. You smiled broadly, mustering up all the bravado you had in your body.
"Almost had you that time," you lied.
He laughed, brighter than the sun a world away, the sound echoing throughout the room. He offered you a hand. You took it, groaning as he dragged you back to your feet.
"Not a chance," he said, grinning. "Let’s do it again."
a/n: poor molly, this entire chapter: 🧍
if anyone were to ask me, i'd say the fontemer is made of super duper special writer-friendly water that light passes through more easily bc i like the imagery
next up will be the other half of their little date
#wriothesley#wriothesley x reader#wrio#wrio x reader#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x you#genshin imagines#reader inserts#reader insert#lark.writes#🌊
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Midnight Beach
Part 16
Request: Yes or No
Not the biggest fan of this part
Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455 @gills-lounge
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Muffled shouts and calls for them left the two tied-up men, their existence forgotten by the teenagers as they raced out of the room in a flurry of panic and fear. The stairs were no longer an option and it felt as if every room they entered led to a dead end or a jump far too high to not leave them with broken bones. The sound of rapid footsteps, radio chatter, and instructions echoed from levels further down the hotel and the desperation only grew.
"Here!" Pope called suddenly, running toward the elevator shaft and grunting as he pulled apart the doors. Peering down the shaft, (Y/N) released a shaky sigh at the high drop and stepped back, frantically looking around the hallway in search of another escape route. Clicking her tongue, Cleo shoved JJ and Pope apart and leaped forward, catching one of the ropes dangling in the middle of the shaft and climbing down. Sarah took in a deep breath and jumped next, grabbing onto another rope and following Cleo down into the darkness below.
"Better than nothing." (Y/N) breathed and went next despite Pope and JJ's protests. Holding onto the rope as tightly as possible, he avoided looking downward during his descent, only letting out a startled yelp when JJ grabbed his rope. His stomach twisted and turned, threatening to empty itself of the last meal he had until his feet safely touched the top of the elevator.
"Come on, John B!" Sarah called up the shaft, staring up in search of her boyfriend. The brunette took a moment before he finally grabbed a hold of a rope, only for gunshots to ring out. He loosened his grip and plummeted downward, slamming into JJ's body and taking the blonde down with him. (Y/N) shoved the girls and himself out of the way and into the open hallway beside them, cringing at the sound of their bodies colliding with the metal.
"You guys, okay?" Cleo questioned breathlessly, helping the two groaning and coughing boys up onto their feet. Pope climbed down further and hopped down, flinching when more gunshots rang out and sparks flew around his feet. With JJ and John B back on their feet, they sprinted down the hallway and out the nearest exit, rushing into the foliage and further away from the hotel.
They kept running until they found the closest town, taking alleyways and avoiding the main roads. Cleo led the way around the place, taking them to a horse ranch and toward the back of some horse stables. The cleaning and horse equipment around them provided coverage and resting places that they eagerly made use of. (Y/N) slumped down on a flipped-over crate and sucked in some air, using the back of his hand to wipe at the sweat dripping down his forehead. Sarah sat on the hay bale beside him and rested her arms on her knees, droplets of sweat dripping down her chin and onto her gray pants.
"What's the plan now?" JJ asked, still panting as he began pacing around the short space. "What's our plan b? We just kicked the hornet's nest so we gotta think of something quick."
"JJ, calm down-"
"Calm down, Pope? We do something to their guys, they're gonna do something to Kie. Why did we bother leaving that island?" JJ shook his head, shaggy strands of blonde swinging around and sticking to his forehead. He paced around some more and perked up, eyes brightening. "Ooh, ooh, wait, wait. I got something. What if I offer myself up as a hostage? Hear me out, hear me out. What if I got inside the walls and did, like, you know, the Trojan horse thing? That's how wars are won!"
"That's not how a Trojan horse works!" Pope groaned and reached out, taking JJ by the forearms and lifting his brows at him. JJ swallowed thickly and frowned, the desperation rolling off him in waves. (Y/N) scratched his forehead and shook his head when JJ turned toward him for a plan.
"I-I don't know, J... I mean, Vaux Hall will be under heavy watch so we can't sneak in and he's got eyes around this whole damn island. Our best bet is just... hoping Kie has a plan of her own. She's smart. She'll probably end up finding us before we even get close to a proper plan." (Y/N) said gently, a prickle of guilt stabbing into him at the way JJ's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"(Y/N)'s right, J. Besides, we're tired as shit. We'll be of no use to anyone if we can't even run." Pope added and gave his friend a comforting squeeze. JJ sighed and sat down against the hay beside John B, leaning back against the straws and staring forward into nothing. Sarah shifted and lied down, draping her hair over the edge of the bale and closing her eyes. (Y/N) reached over and toyed with the ends of her hair, running his fingers through the strands and watching her slowly begin to doze off. John B and JJ eventually followed suit, bodies slumping against each other and breathing slowing into a steady rise and fall.
"I can't think of anythin'," Cleo murmured, gazing out toward the other stables and watching the horses. "Even when Singh was comin' for us, I..."
"You got us to that hotel and you got us here, Cleo. You've gotten us to safety each time we needed it." Pope reminded her softly, his fingers reaching over to graze against her arm. She glanced down at his gentle touch and the corners of her lips threatened to quirk up into a smile. (Y/N) hummed quietly at the exchange, eyes turning away from the two when he heard a muffled buzzing noise. JJ stirred and his eyes parted, hand clumsily feeling around his pants until his fingers slipped into his pocket and he pulled out Portis's phone. He held it up to his face and squinted, going still for a moment before he shot up.
"Guys..." He exhaled and scrambled up onto his feet with wide eyes. "Guys! Wake up! I got something! 'Meet me at the pin at 6:14. P4L.'"
"We're supposed to believe that's Kiara?" Sarah questioned tiredly, rubbing her eye with her knuckle and sitting up. John B took the phone from JJ to look over the text, a conflicting look passing over his feature.
"This could be a trap. It's exactly how he set us up last time." Pope pointed out but Cleo slowly shook her head and pushed herself off the wall, snatching the phone from John B's hands and holding it up.
"Sometimes you guys can be so stupid. You get beat so bad you flinch even when someone's trying to help. P4L? It's Kiara, man! No way she sent that as bait. They'd have to kill her. We gotta help her. Come on, man, let's go!" She clicked her tongue and tossed the phone back to JJ. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving them in silence. Shrugging lightly, (Y/N) stood up from the crate and followed, ducking under some rope and hearing the others get up to follow one by one.
JJ led the way to the location sent to him by the sender, ensuring he led the group through alleyways and smaller streets until they reached a docking area with a semi-busy street on the other side of the marina. They crouched down by some barrels and searched the area for any sign of Singh. JJ took a deep breath and cocked his gun, tucking it into the waistband of his pants and walking forward toward the yacht. He stayed alert, searching around for an ambush until he turned and there she stood. Kiara Carerra.
"Kie!" Sarah shouted, jumping out from behind the barrels and rushing forward. The others quickly followed, pulling the sun-kissed girl in a tight embrace. Kiara laughed gleefully, tears beginning to pool in her brown eyes as she took in the faces of her friends. Sarah giggled and motioned toward the yacht, getting a shrug in response.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Kiara chuckled and took her hand, turning around and leading them onto the boat. (Y/N) carefully boarded, relief shooting through him when his feet hit the deck. A way home. He smiled widely and turned toward Kiara, swinging his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.
"I knew you'd be the one to get us together, Kie."
"Don't I always?" She laughed and got her feet back on the ground, hands rubbing his forearms before clapping her hands together and instructing them on what needed to be done to get the boat ready to cross the open ocean and far away from Barbados. (Y/N) helped JJ untie the boat from the marina and climbed back onboard, heading up to the helm where John B and Sarah stood quietly speaking.
"Everything okay?" He asked, resting a hand on the stair railing and glancing between the couple. John B's jaw clenched at the sight of him and he turned away, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Sarah stared at her boyfriend and sighed, eyes briefly closing before she looked at (Y/N) and licked her lips.
"John B thinks his dad is calling for him using the church bells."
"Okay, well, when you say it like that it sounds insane, Sarah. It's the exact pattern Dad would use when he wanted me out of the marsh and back home. Nobody else knows that pattern by heart apart from him and me. I-I know Ward said he killed him but..." John B trailed off and let out a saddened exhale, staring at the church along the mountain in the distance. He'd have to sprint all the way there and back if he wanted to make it to the yacht before nightfall.
"If..." (Y/N) pursed his lips and tapped his finger against the metal railing. "If you really think it's him or if you know that's the pattern... you should go. It might not be him but it could be someone he knew. Maybe someone with a message or someone trying to help. But you need to realize that if you go, you might not come back and we'll have to either go looking for you or leave. I know if it were my dad... I'd want to see him again."
John B looked over his shoulder at him and the tension in his body slowly dissipated. His eyes softened and (Y/N) swore he even looked the slightest bit guilty. His brows furrowed together and he nodded with determination, turning back to Sarah and giving her one last kiss. "I'll be back. I promise." He breathed and headed toward the stairs, pausing briefly to place a hand on (Y/N)'s arm, gentle and hesitant, before he glided down the stairs and hopped out of the boat. Despite Pope's protests and Sarah's exasperated look, he took off down the street. (Y/N) watched him disappear around the corner and sighed. A child's love. He wondered if his father ever craved it.
"You shouldn't be upset with him, Sarah. We all thought Ward was dead and he wasn't." (Y/N) reminded her softly, approaching the steering wheel and checking the amount of fuel they had left. The wind pushed Sarah's hair around and she ran her fingers through it, toying with the ends of it and moving closer to him. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, gaze falling to the white floor.
"He would've gone regardless of what I thought." She muttered and tilted her head, lips pressing against the fabric of his shirt and eyes lifting to look at him through her lashes. Her fingers left the ends of her hair to graze along his arm until she reached his hand and intertwined their fingers, the action coming to her as easy as breathing. Her hand felt soft and familiar and...
"I don't know about this, Sarah." (Y/N) said, anxiously drumming his fingers along the steering wheel as he stared at the country club. It was one thing to casually see the daughter of the richest man on the island, it was a whole other thing to meet the richest man on the island as his daughter's boyfriend. Denny hadn't even gotten close to meeting him officially. Sarah chuckled beside him, the sun visor flipped down so she could reapply a new layer of pink lipstick to her lips.
"Relax, (Y/N). It's just my dad." She pressed her lips together and tossed the lipstick back into her purse. Her purse was white and specifically picked to match the white and blue of her pretty sundress, just as the clothes she'd picked out for him matched with her. A blue dress shirt and white dress pants. The perfect attire for a fancy restaurant dinner with the fanciest people in the Outer Banks. His perfect nightmare.
"Right." He exhaled through his nose and switched the engine off, tucking the key away into his pocket and opening the door. Sarah pursed her lips and flipped the visor up, her eyes trained on the teen as she zipped up her purse and got out of the car. (Y/N) took a deep breath and pushed his hands into his pockets, feeling widely out of place for a club he had been a part of since the day he could walk.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Sarah called out gently and rounded the car, taking his hands into hers and intertwining their fingers together. She smiled sweetly and ran her thumb along the side of his. The cool summer night air made the tips of her ears and nose flush lightly, mixing in with the blush she'd applied while at his place. She lifted her brows slightly, a soft giggle slipping past her lips. "They're gonna love you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. You trust me?"
"Most of the time."
She rolled her eyes with a vibrant laugh. "Then, you have nothing to worry about. You're my boyfriend and nothing's gonna change that."
... too close for comfort. His hand pulled away from hers and the warmth disappeared, just as the memory got swept away with a reminder of everything that'd happened. Sarah's head rose and her doe-eyes softened, her lips forming a frown heavy with knowledge and regret. But their time together had long ended, and the fact alone made (Y/N) step away from her. Before she could speak, JJ and Pope joined them with equally confused expressions.
"Where's John B going? We don't have time for this, guys." Pope huffed and placed his hands on his hips, one brow arching at the two expectantly.
"He, uhm... He went looking for something. He'll be back soon." (Y/N) answered, moving around Sarah and brushing past the two boys. He headed down the steps and turned a sharp corner, almost barreling Cleo over in the progress. Cleo quickly grabbed his arms to steady herself and scowled at him, lips parting to scold him but then her mouth clamped shut.
"It's Sarah, ain't it?" She sucked her teeth and frowned. "I knew from the moment John B said you were her ex shit would get weird, man. If you still have-"
"I don't- I don't know what I feel anymore, Cleo. But Sarah and I... that's over." A chapter of his life that refused to close. His eyes found the water, watching the way the ripples brushed against the boat and bounced off it. Cleo's stare lingered on his face and her fingers lightly dug into his arms, the crease between her brows softening further.
"If you say so." She sighed, running her palm over his forearm before releasing her hold on him. Cleo slipped past him and headed up the stairs to join the others, letting (Y/N) resume his walk to the front of the yacht. He lifted his eyes to look toward the church in the distance, letting his gaze trail to the sun as it began its slow descent. He could feel eyes burning into the back of his head and kept his attention trained forward. He needed to close that chapter and let it fade into a distant memory.
It'd been half an hour since John B had left when trucks and cars approached from down the street on both sides of the marina. Multiple men sat at the back of the trucks, armed and ready to fire at them if needed. Others rode on motorcycles, ATVS, or ran on foot and headed right for them. The arguing voices of the Pogues filled the background as (Y/N) stared at the number of men pouring in. Breaking away from the arguing, Sarah got behind the wheel and pushed on the throttle to get the boat moving.
"We need to get John B!" JJ shouted, voice a mixture of anger and pleading. "We can't just leave him-"
"Get down!" A scream broke through from Kiara, one hand clasping the back of JJ's shirt and forcing him down. (Y/N) quickly ducked down, flinching at the gunshots that pierced through the air. They stayed down until the gunshots faded into the distance and Barbados grew further and further away from them. (Y/N) lifted his head and slowly rose, the wind gently whipping around them and the air smelling of salt. The rest got their footing and turned toward the distant Barbados in silence.
"So... this is what we're doing? We're just sailing away? We're just gonna forget about John B?" JJ scoffed, his hair tussling around with the wind. "We should have never left him. We're turning back and we're-"
"If we turn back, they're gonna kill at least one of us or maybe all of us, JJ. We can't help anyone if we get filled with bullets." (Y/N)'s words sat heavy in the air and JJ's mouth shut tightly. "The sooner we get somewhere safe, the sooner we can get help for John B."
"He's right, J. Singh is powerful but there has to be someplace his influence doesn't reach. We find that place, we get help, we save John B and maybe get this guy locked away for good." Kiara said softly and her gentle voice brought JJ's tearful gaze onto her. He took in a few deep breaths and closed his eyes to even out his breathing. As Kiara went to speak again, the phone in her pocket began ringing and she took it out. Her brows furrowed and she answered.
"Guys?" John B's familiar voice came from the phone and JJ's hand shot out, taking the phone from Kiara.
"John B? John B, are you okay? Do you need us to come back?" JJ asked, firing question after question. John B answered as best he could but the signal grew weaker and his voice crackled with static that made some of his words sound like gibberish. Sarah leaned close toward the phone with knitted brows.
"W-What? Kildare? Kildare when?" The call fell and even with JJ's numerous attempts at calling back, each try fell through. JJ cursed under his breath and sat down beside Kiara, staring helplessly at the phone. Sarah ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face with her eyes locked on the distant Barbados.
"What are you thinkin'?" Cleo asked.
"We..." Sarah pressed her lips together and sighed. "We should head back to Kildare. If he said he'd meet us that means he's got a way there."
"That's it, then. We're going back to Kildare."
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"What islands are around here?" (Y/N) asked, looking around at the endless ocean around them as he closed the cap to his water bottle. He hadn't realized how parched and hungry he'd been until Pope discovered a mini fridge stocked with water and some snacks. He wiped away the droplets of water running down his chin and turned to face Cleo and Pope.
"There's, uh... Saint Kitts, Saint Martin, Guadeloupe, Antigua." Cleo listed off from the top of her head, eyes lifted toward the darkening blue sky in thought. "If we keep headin' northwest we might even come across Puerto Rico. Right now, though, the closest islands gotta be Saint Martin and Saint Kitts."
"That's good. We can dock at the first one we come across to fuel and stock up. If we keep going at this rate, we'll get to OBX in three or four days tops." Pope told them, the previous tension from their rough stay in Barbados having long faded. He sported an optimistic smile now that he'd gotten proper food in his stomach and a steady way home.
"We should let JJ and Kie know before they steer us right past an island." Pope chuckled at his words and nodded, waiting for (Y/N) to hop off the metal railing before they headed toward the helm and up the stairs. (Y/N) almost bumped into Pope when he froze and peered around him, eyes widening slightly at the sight of Kiara and JJ standing rather close to each other with their faces mere inches apart.
"Hey," Pope called out and the two whipped around to look at him with equally surprised and horrified expressions. Pope's lips pressed together into a thin, forced smile. "Just wanted to let you guys know that we should probably stop for gas."
"Pope, I... Yeah, will do but-" JJ's words came out stuttered and mingled together, the guilt and nervousness in his voice only making Pope nod to himself and turn right back around. (Y/N) swallowed and followed him down the stairs, noticing the tension and rigidness return to Pope's shoulders and stance.
"Pope, what happened between you and Kie?" He asked softly, reaching out to place a hand over his shoulder and stop him in his tracks. (Y/N) moved around him to face him and lightly squeezed his shoulder, encouraging him to speak.
"She kissed me the day John B and Sarah went missing back in Kildare. We- We were together, I guess? And then, she dumps me the day after we hook up like it was nothing." Pope explained, hot tears brimming in his eyes that threatened to spill out over his cheeks. (Y/N) could see the familiar, devastated yet numbing look in his eyes and leaning in, wrapping his arms around Pope's shoulders. Pope remained still, for a brief second, before slinging his arms around his waist and burying his face in the brook of (Y/N)'s neck.
"Whatever you're feeling right now will pass, Pope." (Y/N) murmured and leaned back, offering him a reassuring smile. Pope sighed shakily and rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles.
"Did it pass for you?" He asked, dropping his hands to his sides. (Y/N) bit the inside of his cheek and inhaled deeply. He wanted to believe the feelings had passed and to finally turn toward new chapters. But with the chaos that'd followed him ever since tagging along with the Pogues, he hadn't stopped to truly think about it. Sarah still made his heart ache, but whether from heartbreak or anger or love, he wasn't sure anymore. He stiffly nodded and Pope sighed quietly.
"Yeah, of course. It feels like hell now but give it time and you'll be wondering why you ever even thought about crying over it. It'll be something else you cringe about when you're trying to fall asleep." (Y/N) bumped his fist into Pope's shoulder and he cracked the smallest of smiles, chuckling softly.
"Think that's Saint Kitts up ahead, guys!" They heard Cleo shout from the front of the boat and headed over, spotting the town in the distance as the girls settled down to gaze at the island. Lights began to flicker on as night officially set over them, illuminating the town and letting them get a proper look at the island. The lights atop the mast of the yacht turned on and Pope left his side, heading back toward the helm to guide the yacht to the nearest dock. (Y/N) watched him go and leaned against the railing, spotting JJ approach Pope and speak to him.
"Did something happen?" Sarah's familiar voice asked and his head dropped down to look at her. She leaned against the railing with him and glanced up curiously at JJ and Pope, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly. The light from the mast shone down on her, making the freckles scattered across her cheeks more apparent and lightening up the brown in her eyes. (Y/N) tore his gaze away from her face and listened to Cleo call up to Pope once the yacht docked.
"I think they're still upset about leaving John B." (Y/N) answered with a small shrug, focusing on the others as they got the yacht secured to the dock. Pope and Cleo went over the list of things to get before they climbed off the boat and headed deeper into the town. Sarah hummed quietly and lifted a hand to toy with the ends of her hair, teeth digging lightly into her bottom lip. Her fingers left her hand and instead touched his forearm.
"(Y/N)-"
"I'm gonna call it a night, Sarah." (Y/N) pushed himself off the railing and out of her reach. "I'll see you in the morning."
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Writers Retreat
It has all the amenities that that you could want in a writers retreat. It was located in a beautiful rural location, but wasn't too far from the city. Mackenzie Quick needed to get out of her tiny apartment, she had had serious writers block for the past five months, and finally a spot had opened up at this writers retreat.
Amplus Resort was basically an all inclusive resort, with all services provided as part of the fee. And, if Mackenzie stayed for longer than three months, her fee would decrease. Not that she intended to stay longer than three months. She just needed to get past this block, she might only stay a couple of weeks.
The car pulls up to the entrance and her bags are collected. She is led into the lobby and approaches the front desk. A young man with light hair and round face greets her. He hands her brochure filled with all the included amenities, schedules for various programs and a map. Mackenzie notes the bowl of candies at the desk and thanks him, heading to the elevator. It opens and she notes the large size of it, it appeared to be an industrial size. She goes up to her room on the second floor, and is amazed by her room. A king size bed, a huge desk, and multiple chairs for reclining.
She hops onto the bed and opens the brochure. All meals included with breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert being served 24 hours a day, including all you can eat buffet, (I probably won't need that), swimming pool, spa including massage services, three theatre rooms, (interesting), an option for free unlimited room service, free clothing provided if her existing clothes became damaged in any way, (useful, but I don't see myself needing that), a wide variety of art and cooking classes, meditation, yoga, hypnosis for relaxation, (I might try that) and a large flower and vegetable garden, as well as an orchard.
A knock on her door and a resort employee rolls in a cart covered in food and drink. It's complimentary, she'd told. She snacks on some trail mix and swishes back some water.
That evening she heads down to the dining hall. She is taken aback by the sheer scale of the buffet. A man in a tight shirt accenting his soft form bumps into her. He apologizes, you new here? Yes, she says, I just arrived today. They take good care of you here, he says, I am almost finished my novel, more than 500 pages. Mackenzie congratulates him. Don't skip out on the buffet, he adds, it's usually better than the plated meals, and he walks off.
Taking his advice, Mackenzie scans the massive buffet. She chooses a few items, and sits to eat. It's so much better than the sandwiches and ramen she had been living off of at home. She returns for seconds, deciding to indulge a little. After finishing she sees a dessert cart being rolled in. A key lime tart is placed in front of her, she starts to protest, but the waiter has already moved on. She takes a small bite and simply can't resist, eating the whole tart. Heavily bloated and sleepy, she heads back to her room.
When she enters, she finds the cart with food and drink on it has been refreshed. She falls onto her bed goes to sleep. She awakens in the middle of the night, two o'clock in the morning. Her stomach growls angrily. Mackenzie lays there for a moment, trying to remember last night. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hits her, and she leaps up and pulls out her laptop. Sitting at the desk, she begins testing different write ups. Her stomach growls again, and she looks to the snack cart. There is an entire package of two-bite brownies, she grabs one, and takes a bite. She takes another and head back to her desk, typing more. Soon both the brownies are gone, but her mouth craves something to coat her mouth as she writes. She grabs the whole tub of brownies and places on her desk, (obviously I won't eat them all).
Over the next two and half hours Mackenzie types and chews, types and chews. Her stomach begins to feel tighter and tighter, but she's on a hot streak writing. She reaches for another brownie, only to rattle the empty plastic tub. She looks and sees that she managed to eat all the brownies, and at that point she truly feels how full she is. Her computer is covered in crumbs and grease prints. She saves her writing and heads back to bed, falling into a deep slumber.
The next day she doesn't wake up until almost eleven in the morning. She has a quick shower and exits her room. Across the hall a slightly soft woman is also exiting her room. They greet each other, the woman, Zara Townsend, is writing a cookbook, and she sometimes hosts the cooking classes here. She invites Mackenzie, despite her insistence that she is no cook. I can teach anyone to appreciate cooking, Zara tells her. The two of them head down to the dining hall and to eat together. Zara suggests Mackenzie try this breakfast burrito, also this doughnut, those hashbrowns are real good, too.
Once seated Mackenzie starts to work on her far-too-large breakfast. I'll maybe take some back to my room, she says, brain food for writing. She returns to her room with two donuts and some sausages, only to find her snack cart topped off yet again. And now a microwave and mini fridge have been added to her room. I sure ain't going to go hungry here, she muses.
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As the days pass and Mackenzie continues to hash out her book, she explores the grounds of Amplus Resort more. She notes that there are tables with food in every room, even in the hallways. Some include fruit from the resort's orchard, others are bowls of chocolates, candies and chips. She samples them as she strolls past. She is surprised at how much writing she has managed to get done being so stuffed full of rich, delicious food all the time. Maybe I just needed to treat myself a bit so I could get back into the swing of things, she ponders.
However, that same evening her mind simply stops working. She sits stiffly at her computer, mind blank, for hours. Her stomach roars several times and she tries to ignore it, trying to will herself to get out a few sentences, but she cannot. She glances at the clock, almost eight in the evening, and she hadn't eaten since lunch. Frustrated, she slams her laptop shut and thumps her way to the dining hall.
Most nights she would try to go for a balanced meal, but with her mood sour, she wanted some form of comfort. She found all her favourites, and overfilled her plate. As she put her plate down, a few french fries tumbled off the edge onto the table, and she quickly picked them up and dipped them into gravy and began to eat. Fries, fish sticks, pizza, cream corn, chicken wings, there wasn't a spot of green on that plate. She ate with a fury, a frustration at herself. I was doing so good at writing, she thought as she ripped into her fourth chicken wing, how did I loose all momentum? Her stomach was beginning to scream but she wasn't done yet. The food was starting to help calm her, she was slowing down, breathing more steadily. Not thinking, she waved over the dessert cart and asked for two large slices of cake to be delivered to her room. As she finished she saw the gravy container still rather full on her plate. She picked it up and drank from it, licking the edges. She belched, it echoing across the dining hall. Mackenzie reddened, suddenly coming to, and glanced nervously around. No one was looking at her, but she still rushed out of the dining hall. Just as she was leaving, she heard another writer belch.
Returning to her room she found the two huge slices of cake she ordered. She moaned and instead reclined in one of the chairs. She shimmied out of her pants and lifted up her shirt. She looked pregnant with her swollen gut, tight and taut from the very bottom to the top by her sternum. Mackenzie dozed off and napped for a couple of hours, before waking just before midnight. The slices of cake were still there. She wanted to be disgusted with herself, but instead her mouth watered and panties got wet. She got up and brought the plate over, reclining back in the chair. She slowly savoured the cake, frosting melting in her mouth. After she was done, she went off bed.
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For the next week Mackenzie didn't write at all. She tried to, sitting at her desk, typing a few, poorly thought out sentences. She stayed in her sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, trying to chew the thoughts out her her with chips, apples, and buffet food. One day for lunch Zara sat with her again in the dining hall. Zara recommended the hypnosis to relax. You are trying too hard to force yourself to write, she said, you need to just do something that comes naturally to you, it helped me. Mackenzie nodded as she dipped her second pita into tzatziki. I guess I could try it, she said.
That evening Mackenzie made her way to the hypnotist. She was slightly nervous. The hypnotist welcomed her warmly to her office, and asked her what her goals and intentions were. She explained and they started. The hypnotist asked Mackenzie what made her stressed, trying to make sure she wrote something good, and she asked her what made her feel relaxed, and the first thing she said was food. What kind of food? Just about anything, but carbs were the best. Care to be more specific? Buttery bread, desserts, cookies, brownies, anything made with potatoes.
The hypnotist asked her to release all tension in her body, and Mackenzie did. The hypnotist asked Mackenzie to feel her body with her hands and thank it for taking care of her. Mackenzie rubbed her hands over her body, lingering on her stomach and hips for a moment, feeling some extra flesh there. But it didn't worry her. The session ended and Mackenzie felt simply serene. She thanked the hypnotist and exited the office. In the hallway there was a bowl of candy coated chocolates. Mackenzie grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth. As she chewed and crunched, she picked up the bowl and went back to her room with it.
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Mackenzie sheepishly asked for a larger pair of pants from the resort staff, it seems mine have shrunk, she said. Both she and the staff knew she was lying, her pants hadn't shrunk at all, her waistline had just grown. Nonetheless, Mackenzie was provided with pants, free of charge, as well as shirts. She was still struggling with her writers block a week after seeing the hypnotist, but she was trying to be more gentle about it. She would sit outside in the garden, sipping some pop, listening to the birds. She went to the small theatres, and washed down popcorn and nachos with iced tea as she watched the wide selection of films there.
She observed the cooking class that Zara hosted, and helped Zara in finishing off the leftovers. You are a good cook, Mackenzie told Zara as she polished off the butter chicken from that day's class. You are good at eating, Zara replied, rubbing her hand on Mackenzie's stomach, pressed tight against her too small shirt. Mackenzie flushed and mumbled a thanks, while also saying something about heading to the swimming pool. She hadn't been yet in the almost three weeks she had been at Amplus Resort.
Back in her room, Mackenzie changed into her bikini and the toll of eating so richly became undeniably clear to her. She had the clear beginnings of a round muffin top, her belly button seemed deeper, her thighs and ass were widening. Her breasts were on the edge of being too large for her top, wobbling along with the rest of her body. She looked straight down, she couldn't see her knees anymore. She shouldn't be shocked, but she underestimated the softness that had accumulated on her body. Her heart was racing as she rubbed and pinched at her body fat. She pinched her hips with her fingers, and first one, then two, three, her whole hand digging deeply into her plush.
A knock on her door startled her, and she hurried to open it. It was Zara, wrapped in a shawl. Zara's eyes dipped down when Mackenzie opened the door, taking in her bare waist. I think I'm getting a little fat, Mackenzie said casually. Zara chuckled, you're not fat at all, your stomach just sticks out a bit.
The two of them head down to the pool and wade lazily in the water for a while before drying off and heading for dinner. Zara lends Mackenzie a stylish shawl so they don't have to change and go straight to the dining hall. Mackenzie fills her plate with goodness and begins to devour it. She was just swimming, needs to get back those calories. Occasionally, Zara offers Mackenzie a taste of her food. She delivers it to her mouth with her fork or spoon. Try this soup, try this beef, want a breadstick? And Mackenzie accepts, giving reviews to all her tastings. She has just finished off her plate when an idea for writing pops into her head. She quickly gets to her feet, asks Zara to order her some dessert to her room and she rushes to the elevator.
Jogging to the elevator, she feels her heavy stomach slosh and bound, and she has to slow down and support it with one hand. If she wasn't wearing bikini bottoms, she probably would have stopped eating earlier. And I just ordered dessert?
Back in her room, Mackenzie takes off the shawl and places it on a chair. She grabs her laptop and reclines on her bed, placing in on her lap. Her stomach is creeping up onto the the bottom of her laptop, holding it in place. She gets to writing immediately, typing away. A while later a soft knock sounds at her door. She finishes off her sentence and carefully gets up, almost waddling to the door. Zara is there with a platter of assorted cookies, easily two dozen, and Mackenzie can smell them. Freshly baked, Zara says, still warm.
Mackenzie lets Zara inside, grabbing a salted caramel cookie and instantly chewing on it. She thanks Zara, points her to her shawl and returns to her bed to write. She reclines a bit more, bending her knees slightly. Zara asks if she can stay and watch Mackenzie write, Mackenzie puzzles at this, but sees that Zara is also offering her another cookie. She finishes the salted caramel one and takes the double chocolate chip one from Zara. Oh, she knows what she's doing, Mackenzie thinks to herself. She agrees and Zara sits in one of the chairs nearest to the bed, proffering cookies every time Mackenzie finishes one. Her keyboard is again greased and crumbed, but she is on a roll writing. She accepts every cookie offered to her, pausing to belch, and keeps typing.
Finally she asks Zara for a tissue and wipes off her keyboard and hands, saving her writing for the night. She cradles her distended stomach. A few weeks ago when she ate too much, it was merely rock hard, now there was a bit more than a hint of pudge overlaying it. Zara says goodnight for the evening and leave. On the desk, twelve more cookies remain. Mackenzie makes a mental note for breakfast.
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Mackenzie ate more frequently with Zara, and invited her over when she got inspired and in a writing mood to provide her with encouragement, (partially) and snacks, (mostly). Her waistline continued to widen, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed feeling herself, she never spent time before just laying there, caressing her body, being enamored by it. Now she did everyday. She wrote sitting in her bed more often now than at her desk. It was becoming difficult though, her tummy covering the touchpad would sometimes click it, so she had to lock it.
She was eating way more than she was writing at this retreat, but it still felt like a huge accomplishment.
Eventually, after a total of three months at the resort, she finished her novel and sent it off to her editors. To celebrate, she had a meal with Zara and few other writers in the dining hall. As they laughed and feasted, Mackenzie felt the weight of her stomach pooling on her upper thighs. She let out a hearty laugh and felt her whole body bounce. She wasn't sure how many tacos she had eaten at this point but it didn't matter to her. She was asked what she was going to do now that she had finished her novel. Mackenzie cautioned them that her editors could still ask her to change things, and that she had just paid to stay another whole month, since after staying three months at Amplus, the price to stay goes down.
A few days later Mackenzie received word from her editor, her book only needed minor tweaks, but that wasn't the big news. The publishing company wanted to make it into a series, probably a trilogy, but maybe longer. Mackenzie was thrilled, and goes to tell Zara. Zara congratulates her, but she says she needs to leave the resort soon. Her father's wife, her step mother was sick, so she was going to support them both. Mackenzie hugged her, thanking her for being such a good friend. They promise to keep in touch. In touch? Mackenzie laughs, jiggling her belly a bit, this touch too? Zara lightens up a bit, smiling.
A few days later, Zara leaves, but not before having a massive lunch with Mackenzie. Mackenzie is starting her sixth quesadilla when Zara finishes her second. She's stuffed, she says. Mackenzie chews and raises her eyebrows. Zara chuckles again, the happy sound echoing through the dining hall.
The two say their goodbyes, and Mackenzie heads back to her room. Her snack cart has been freshly topped off with pretzels, cookies, grapes, and pop. She takes a double chocolate cookie, despite her fullness, and takes a bite in honour of her friend. She caresses her butterball of a stomach and begins to think of a sequel to her novel.
I wonder how long it will take to write here, she ponders, I wonder how much bigger I'll get trying to write.
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Anything (Pt.47)
"Really, I'm fine, you don't need to fuss," I said to Matty as he readjusted and tucked the blanket around me tighter for the fifth time in my wheelchair. "I'll have to take it off when I get up to get in the car in a minute anyways," I reasoned, but Matty ignored me.
"Is that too tight? Should I go back and grab you another?" Matty asked worriedly as the nurse wheeled me down the hall of the hospital and into the elevator.
"Matty, I promise, I'm fine," I replied as we halted to a stop inside the elevator doors.
"Promise?" he said leaning down, his eyes level with mine as he leaned his hand on the arm of my wheelchair, our faces only an inch or two apart. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips as his eyes peered into my mind searching for reassurance of my wellbeing. He was so caring.
"Pinky," I said with a little grin. With that, he beamed back at me, then kissed me sweetly on the lips.
As the elevator door dinged open, the three of us headed out the doors of the hospital and straight to the car that waited to take us back to Matty's.
Once we reached the car, the driver got out to open the door for us. Matty promptly bent over and reached his arms under me.
"Matty! I can walk just fine!" I protested with a laugh as he scooped me up in his arms.
"I'm not taking any chances," he said seriously before kissing me on the forehead and gently placing me in the backseat. Before I could do it myself, he took the seatbelt and clicked it in for me, adjusting the strap around me to make sure it wasn't too tight.
"I have a feeling this one's going to take better care of you than we did," chuckled the kind elderly nurse we'd befriended. She'd particularly taken a liking to Matty, but then again, who wouldn't?
"I can only dream of doing half as good a job as you, Agatha," Matty said kindly as he turned towards her with a devastatingly handsome smile, making her cheeks flush red with flattery as she waved him off with a breathless giggle.
"Oh you're a good one, aren't you?" scolded the flustered woman as she wagged her finger at him.
"Not at all, Agatha, but striving to be," answered Matty with a wink. I had to stifle my own giggle when I saw her face turn even redder and swat at his arm as if to say 'Nonsense!'.
It had been so entertaining to watch Matty charm the staff on our floor. Everyone was completely taken by him from the moment they met him, enamoured by his endless charm and gentlemanly manner. Anyone who entered my room either left with scarlet-toned cheeks, or sputtering nonsense, including my doctor, who stuttered his farewell, leaving the room quickly to hide his pink face after discharging me. It was almost comforting to see that I wasn't the only one who was so easily breath taken by him.
After what could only be described as a very entertaining but adorable goodbye with Agatha, Matty hopped into the backseat next to me, pulling me close against him as we zoomed down the streets of London towards his flat. As I snuggled my head against the collar of his white button-up, I realized how oddly he was dressed for the occasion.
"Matty, don't take this the wrong way but... why are you so dressed up?" I asked curiously. Matty wasn't one to wear dress shirts casually, and it wasn't until now that I realized this was the first time I'd seen him wearing one in public that wasn't for a date.
"I came here straight from the concert last night," he said somewhat bashfully as he ran his fingers through his hair, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, tucking me closer into his chest.
"What?" I said pulling away to look up at him better. "Did you not stop by the hotel before getting on the plane?"
He shook his head gently. I looked at him bewildered and he simply shrugged.
"When did you book your flight," I asked in confusion.
"I didn't," he answered with a meek smile. "George did in the car last night while I was on the phone with Juliette in the ambulance. We drove straight from the venue to the airport."
I looked at Matty in disbelief. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a little smile, and I stared back incredulously before I finally let him pull me back into his chest.
"I'll never deserve you," I mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent, it's warmth spreading through my lungs like the comforting heat of a campfire.
"You're getting a pass because you're still in recovery, but if you say any more nonsense like that I promise I'm going to fuss over you ten times worse, so you better watch it, missy," Matty scolded me. I looked up at him to shoot him a playful glare, and he simply winked in response, making my insides melt a little.
When we reached Matty's flat, he wouldn't put me down until we reached his bedroom where he placed me gently on his bed. He pulled the duvet around me softly, then kissed both my cheeks tenderly before turning to walk into the bathroom. I could hear the faucet turn on, the familiar sound of the bathtub filling the bedroom where I lay.
I slowly pulled the duvet off of me, the weight of it straining my weak muscles, then swung my legs over the edge of the bed, stopping for a moment to catch my breath. I was already feeling better than I did when I first woke up this morning, but my body still felt horribly weak. Just as I began to push myself up off the bed, Matty reentered the room, gasping loudly at the sight of me.
"Nuh-uh!" he said hysterically as he ran over to me. "Nope! Don't even think about it! We're not doing this! The doctor said you needed to rest!" he scolded me as I rolled my eyes up at him.
"Matty, he didn't say I can't walk."
"Walking isn't resting," he said tenderly as he gently scooped me up in his arms again, ignoring my puff of annoyance.
"You're lucky I love being in your arms so much, or else I'd never let you act this crazy," I said, tapping his chin playfully as he walked us into the bathroom.
"If loving you is crazy, then call a psychiatric hospital, because I need to be admitted immediately," he said as he nipped my finger gently, and then sat me down on the edge of the bathtub with a smile.
Only because I didn't have the energy to protest, I let him help me tug off the sweatpants and shirt Juliette had brought me to change into at the hospital. He was so patient and gentle with me, taking care to place kisses on each part of my skin as it became exposed, making me giggle when he nuzzled his way into my armpit. I swatted at him lightly as I laughed, earning a cheeky smile from him as I did.
After I finally settled into the suds-fille tub, I looked up at Matty who sat on the stool next to the tub and rolled up his sleeves before reaching for the shampoo bottle.
"Oh, Matty. Please come in with me," I begged as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Oh, don't worry about me," he waved me off casually with a furrowed brow, then popped open the cap.
"Matty, you haven't even changed since your concert last night, let alone bathed. Please come in. I know how sweaty you get on stage, I can only imagine how gross you must feel after that and a whole night's worth of travel," I said, placing a wet hand gently on his wrist.
"I feel fine, darling. Honestly. You're my priority right now," he said, his eyes wide with sincerity as he slipped his wrist out from under my hand and took it into his own before pulling it up to his mouth to place a kiss on my curled knuckles. His chocolate eyes bored into mine, making my heart flutter as he looked at me with such innocent candor.
"Well, you're mine," I challenged, my eyes turning firey amidst my exhausted state. "Are you really going to deny what's most important to me in such a fragile state?"
He looked down at me, his internal struggle showing plainly on his face as I watched him chew the inside of his cheek in contemplation. His mouth turned into a thin line as he inhaled deeply, then sighed before standing up from the stool.
"Fine," he said as he began to unbutton his white shirt. "But you're not allowed to protest at me washing you. Not a peep, you hear me?" he said sternly with a raised eyebrow.
I smiled widely at him as I nodded, just happy that I'd have his arms around me once more so soon.
After he gently pushed me forward, and hopped into the tub behind me, lowering his naked body behind me, I leaned back against his chest, sinking into his touch. Using an empty cup, Matty poured the warm water over my head, careful to make sure none got in my eyes before he poured shampoo on my hair.
"You really don't need to do all this, Matty, I'm tired, not paralyzed," I began, but he cut me off right away.
"Oh, hush! Let me pamper my patient!" he shushed me as he gently began to massage shampoo into my scalp making my eyes roll back into my head. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips and I could almost hear Matty's lips curl up into a smile of satisfaction at my response.
"In all my years, I've never had such a difficult, fussy patient before," he said, trying to sound serious, winning a stifled giggle from me. "I doubt Agatha would protest this much at a free sponge bath," he said cheekily into my ear, making my giggle turn into a hearty laugh. As I laughed, he pressed a kiss into the sudsy skin of my temple.
"You're always taking care of me in this tub," I said a little while later to Matty with a sigh of happiness, "since the first day we met," I added teasingly.
"And I'm always the one causing you to end up in here," he said dejectedly, his chin brushing against my head as he shook his head in frustration.
"Well, that's not true," I said as my brow creased in confusion. "You weren't even there last night- that had nothing to do with you."
"But it was, Anna. It was my fault," he said defeatedly, his voice soft in my ear.
I turned and scowled at him, confused by what he meant, but he just nodded at me.
"It was. If I hadn't pushed you to go last night, this never would have happened," he said in a low voice, his eyes looking away in embarrassment.
"Matty," I said softly as I reached my hand out to cup his cheek. "You know that's not true. Please tell me you know that's not true," I said, my face turning into a look of pain.
"I know..." he sighed heavily, "I know it's not, but I can't help but feel like it's my fault. You didn't want to go, and I pushed you to anyways-"
"-and for good reason! I've been living here for months and if it weren't for you, I still wouldn't have any friends!" I returned persistently.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be getting you upset, you need to be relaxing," he said as his brown furrowed, angry with himself. He tried to pull me back against him, but I stayed firm, and he let me stay upright looking at him, not wanting to overpower me.
"Matty, it's not your fault someone drugged me. You can't blame yourself for what that scumbag did to me. His choices aren't yours," I said as he wiped a bit of shampoo from my forehead delicately with his thumb, his worried eyes still looking at me doubtfully. I paused for a moment, unsure of if I should say what I wanted to say next. After thinking about it for a moment, I decided it was important. It was important that Matty understood. I took a deep breath and held his stare as I spoke softly.
"You wouldn't blame me for what happened with Lucas just because I decided to date him, would you?"
Matty frowned, shaking his head as he processed my words. I could tell he was struggling with removing the blame from himself, but slowly he began to accept it.
"Of course not," he said softly. "Never."
I leaned towards him, looking down at his lips, then back up into his pained eyes.
"You can't always keep me safe, Matty," I began as my lips hovered over his. Before he could interject, I continued. "But I will always love you for trying."
"Always," he breathed as his lips grazed mine. "Until my dying day."
Our lips met and we kissed. I felt myself floating as he pressed his love into me, his arms wrapping around me tenderly. I was enveloped in his love, and I never wanted it to end.
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Flower Quest: Godseeker
I did Oro, but I accidentally lost it. I’ll miss you, ‘room with way too many spiders’. For charms I’d recommend strength, either long nail or mark of pride, and dashmaster. I’m using quick slash instead of compass, but if you want compass or something else that’s fine too.
Room One: You know the drill. We are starting from the grave, and heading to Godseeker. Practice this room for a bit, to make sure you won’t make a silly mistake.
Room Two: Go down. Pretty simple.
Room Three: Dash right immediately to not fall. Be careful as you descend, perhaps killing them for some soul. When you go left, there will be a mantis who is fairly easy to dodge. Just jump over them and dash, unless they swipe upwards, which you can easily dodge as well.
THE Problem Room: Room Four: If you go left here, you can take the path to Oro that I had originally written, but for now, we go through the hardest room in this run. Head to the left, being very careful to take out the flying mantis before they swarm you. I like using the scream up spell, which immediately takes them down. They take a minute before they attack, so it shouldn’t be too tough. Just don’t slip into thorns.
Room Five: From now on, it’s relatively smooth sailing. A nice break from Deepnest, that’s for sure. Head right and up, then right and down. Just slide down walls, and you should be fine.
Room Six: Hop down the platforms, taking your time. No diving off randomly or you will likely get hit. Then head right.
Room Seven and Eight: Head right, being careful not to trip and fall into Deepnest. Then, head right through all the acid areas, which is a lot easier with the ability to swim in acid. Head up, but be careful…
Room Nine: Since there is a balloon who loves to destroy the flower. Perhaps take it out from afar with a spell. Then head right. When you drop down, there will be a bug that explodes.
Room Ten: You can technically head down here and cut through Mantis Village, but for this we are presuming you unlocked the shortcut in the Godseeker room and heading up. Be careful as you dash through the bombs, and the top floor has two mushrooms that can block the platform.
Room Eleven: Head right over the bridge to the city. This gate closes after you enter through, but you can unlock a passage way above it from the right side. Hopefully you have already done so… right before the statue, wall jump up the narrow tunnel and head right.
Room Twelve: Have you noticed this path actually coincides with the pathing to the original flower quest? Here is where it changes, as we dart past a exploding bat and keep going right instead of up with the room with many platforms. There is a guard, and another bat ahead.
Room Thirteen: There are a few guards on this route, so make sure to dodge them or take them out from afar. You should be in the area with Quirrel’s bench.
Room Fourteen: One more guard and an elevator to take, and we reach the bottom. We are now very close! Head left.
Room Fifteen: We are in the room where the Nailsmith typically resides. If you knock the flying bug out, you can cling to the wall then crystal dash left for an easy trip. Cancel it when above a nail imbedded into the ground, then take the hidden pathway below the steps.
Room Sixteen: Just. Be. Careful. There are many harmless balloons, but if you bump into them in the last room that poses any danger, there’s not much to do but restart. Wall slide down, but watch out for the balloons below you. Keep your hands on the keyboard. Swim to the right, fall, and go left as you enter:
Room Seventeen: You made it! All you have to do is head left and down, and pass Godseeker the flower. This was fun to write, so perhaps I’ll rewrite Oro’s again. Maybe not though, that one was rough. It’s basically down a bunch, and right until Oro by taking the tram to skip everything that isn’t Deenest and one or two rooms of Kingdom’s Edge.
I completed this literally months ago now, but never felt like posting it. So I’m just going to do so now to get it off of my notes list. Hope someone finds this useful!
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Just one night
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"You alright Bluebell?" Hazel noticed Sage struggling to keep their eyes awake.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good Hazelnut," Sage slurred, they were regretting not taking a nap when they finished making lunch for the hotel guests and this guard shift was starting to take a toll on them, it didn't help that another fight broke out between Velvette and one of the models that Sage had to deescalate.
"Sage your eyes are darker than the boss's mascara, and I know it's not from having a punch in the face" placing her paws on Sage's shoulders, to which she quickly moved as Sage collapsed at the touch.
"Thanks Hazel, my shift ends in a couple of minutes so I should have enough time sleep on the train ride back."
Hazel huffed, scooping the exhausted reptile up into her arms.
"Like I am going to let you go out there when you can barely stand," carrying Sage toward the elevator that led to Velvette's personal penthouse.
Sage tried to wiggle out of the hellhound's grip but it was futile, as Sage made the impression of a wiggling spaghetti noodle.
When they entered the living room, Velvette was already sitting on the couch with her head glued to her phone. She finally looked up when Hazel whistled at her, showing the still struggling Sage in her arms.
"Hazel I said I was fiiiiine!"
"If nearly passing out on the tile floor is fine to you, I'm worried on what you consider to be bad is."
Velvette hopped off the plush sofa to inspected Sage, her thumb brushing over Sage's cheek. "Yup you aren't going anywhere doll."
"But Charlie-"
"If the princess of hell has a problem with my guard getting some decent fucking sleep then I'LL deal with it."
Hazel finally placed Sage down as Velvette was grabbing a pair of striped sweatpants that Sage could wear while they were unbuttoned their suit.
"Look if you guys are trying to get into my pants I'm not in the mood for it right now,"
Hazel and Velvette both looked offended at the notion
"We don't always gotta bone you know?"
"Oh," was the only thing Sage was able to respond with, as they held the impression of being Hazel and Velvette's new plaything on top of keeping Velvette from unwanted demons
After Sage was in their undershirt and the loaned sweatpants they escorted themselves to the bedroom, and threw themselves on the mattress, with whatever energy they have left they used to pull the covers over them.
Hazel and Velvette joined the guard after a few minutes, with Velvette taking the longest as she was doing her night care routine before climbing in under the pink sheets.
Sage was sandwiched between Hazel and Velvette, and it felt odd.
To start, it was warm, and not the suffocate kind, like the kind where Sage didn't have to savage through the storage closet for extra blankets or the kind where Sage didn't have to wrestle Sir Pentious for one of his heat lamps.
Sage murmured "I have to be back at the hotel before 8 as that's when most of my customers are whining about breakfast."
Velvette hummed back, with her glaring phone being the only light source, "yup we will wake you up before then so you have nothing to worry about love."
Sage, knowing full well that was a lie, let her eyes close, as they were content with whatever scolding they will get from the hotel manager.
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NEVER THE DARK
Chapter 3
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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2
Warnings: Grief, mentions of past character death, canon typical violence
MY LITTLE BOAT, TAKE CARE// THERE IS NO LAND IN SIGHT
Patrolling her dad's vault was one of Pixals least favorite things to do. It’s not that it was challenging, no, it was actually quite the opposite. The vault was optimized to be as safe as possible, more so than a bank, with a rotating patrol of borgdroid security guards. Technically, she didn’t even need to patrol here- the nindroid sentinels had it covered- but after the break-in at the Hiroshi's Labyrinth stronghold her Father appreciated the reassurance of Pixals personal guard during high stakes situations. There were several alpha level magic artifacts here that needed protection so Pixal didn’t mind. Her father still had the Sword of Sanctuary and the shards of the realm crystal, along with the Helmet of Shadows and the Oni mask of Vengeance. The vaults were actually a lot emptier than they used to be since her Father had given all of the serpentine artifacts back to their owners, where they were placed in the Jamanakai Serpentine History Conservation Center. All of this works in conjunction to make her current guard assignment very simple and incredibly boring. She walked the square hallway up, down, and sideways nearly twenty times already. She’d resorted to unscrewing the tiny air vents to count the dust bunnies before walking the hallway again. She re-checks the security keypad for tampering for the fifth time this run around, and spends some time adjusting and readjusting the security cameras. She treks the hallway again.
Repetitive was an understatement.
She’s not the type to sigh so she doesn’t (even though it would be justified at this moment,) as she decides it's about time to give Wu a short break and check the cameras for the museum. That wasn’t too exciting either, but at least she could multitask and work on blueprints or go through her email. She didn’t need to sleep, but she missed her bed anyway.
She drops the Samurai X suit off in the garage and hops in the elevator, checking her text messages as she rides up to the Ninja's floor in Borg tower. One entire story was renovated to be a big open space for the ninja to stay in should they need to, with bedrooms to one side, a training room, a common area and kitchen, and several dozen computers clustered around a desk for situations just like this. Her father had even installed their own Ninja-and-friends only elevator that was hidden from the outside, offering complete privacy as they came and went. It’s connected to a private garage, the vaults, and her fathers office, but otherwise inaccessible from the normal floors for utmost security.
Wu had spent the past two days here since going back to the monastery had seemed pointless. He’d be leaving just to turn around and come right back. He’d been the one to watch the computers basically all night- he skipped sleeping through the first night and was pushing another all nighter, which he reassured her was okay since he’s not actually human. She hadn’t asked further than that. It’s not a can of worms she's ready to crack open.
The elevator dings and she enters the room to Wu's frantic typing. Her wires curl as adrenaline and panic flood her system- shes assessed the gravity of the situation in less than a second. She rushes forward, “What is going on?” She asks immediately, rounding the desk as he scrambles over the keyboards. He wasn’t incompetent when it came to technology, but his skills were far below hers.
The monitors in front of the two of them are filled with live feed video from the museum, and in the upper right corner the Ninja are locked in a chase with the intruder, “She’s back already?” Pixal can't keep the shock from her voice. The grainy green night-vision footage displays Jay run into a wax figure and knock its head off. Kai catches it on instinct, screams, and throws it across the room.
“She broke in during their shift change.” Wu tells her quickly, stepping back so Pixal can take control, “She’s taken something, it’s in that plastic bag.”
On the screen, Jay manages to snag the bag out of her hand and she gives chase. The group of them disappear into a blind spot and there's several long moments before they emerge on another camera. This time Kai has the bag. The handles have been snapped so he’s holding it by the item inside, dodging kicks and punches by the woman as she goes after it.
“They need my assistance-” She starts to turn but Wu’s hand lands on her shoulder, stopping her.
“Pixal, look- that’s a different woman from last night. There’s no telling where the original thief is, you have to protect your fathers vault.” He says seriously, and Pixal looks at the woman on the screen… as much as she hates to admit it, he’s right. Helplessness washes over her and her circuits shudder at the feeling.
“There has to be something we can do.” Leaning over the keyboards, Pixal runs through all possible scenarios.
On the screens, Kai and Lloyd play keep away by throwing the item over the woman's head. With a sudden lunge, she sweeps Lloyd's legs out from under him. The artifact goes sliding across the floor and she’s the first to grab it, holding it to her chest like a football and diving out of the nearest window in a rain of glass. Lloyd scrambles back to his feet- the ninja file out after her instantly and suddenly they’re gone, the cameras empty. Pixal gapes at the empty screen before flying into action, “We have to find them.” She says urgently. She doesn’t have a stomach but she feels the phantom if it tie itself in knots.
“That was near the exhibit of ancient serpentine writing,” Wu tells her, referencing a museum layout next to him, “They’ll be on the right side of the museum-” He cross references a map of the street pulled up on another monitor, “Right next to the bank, they must have a security camera!”
Pixal is already on top of it, punching into the bank's firewall and tapping into their security feed easily. She connects the feed into the monitor right in front of them and a grainy black and white video pulls up. It’s low quality but it’s something, and a long heartbeat passes with nothing. Pixal feels like there's a rubber band wrapped around her chest that only relaxes when the ninja appear on screen. For a moment It’s nearly too chaotic to tell what's going on, but Pixal can see the thief in the midst of it all. There’s no more plastic bag, it seems like she’d taken the artifact out- it looked like a glove? A gauntlet, maybe? The video is too grainy to make out fine details. She’s wearing it, and the punch she lands on Jay's shoulder looks like it’s going to bruise from the spiked knuckles she’d hit him with.
“What is that?” She asks Wu, squinting at the screen.
“I can’t tell.” He admits, wracking his brain for what it could be.
They lean forward, trying to decipher any distinctive markings on the gauntlet when the woman trips Cole and leaps away from the ninja. They help Cole to his feet and regroup to rush her, intending on overwhelming her before she can think- but they don’t get the chance.
In the heartbeat it took them to regroup, she had figured out exactly how the gauntlet worked. She waves her arm in a circle, arcing her hand in front of her with her palm splayed flat. The gauntlet emits a pale glow.
“No.” Pixal breathes, dread turning her oil to ice.
On the screen, it looks almost like she’d poured out a pot of Travelers Tea- except where the tea has soft, feathered edges the portal she opens bubbles and pops along the seams of the realm. Two realms were melting together, reaching across the ethereal divide by brute force causing a caustic, toxic reaction. An ugly hole ripped into the realm, round and wide and unavoidable. The Ninja stumble and try to catch themselves, but their momentum is too much- one by one, on that grainy black and white screen, they go careening into the portal and vanish. It’s a dark, empty space and the stupid camera is too terrible to give them any hint at where they were sent- the moment the last ninja falls through, the portal snaps shut. The realm knits itself back together in a puff of smoke as if nothing ever happened, and the woman wearing it closes her fist. She holds it close to her chest and doesn’t move for a long moment, her face unreadable.
She turns and vanishes off screen.
Pixal doesn’t allow herself to freeze, she can’t- she can’t. Her fingers fly over the keyboard and she pulls up any camera she can, any that might have caught the mystery woman as she escaped. Nothing. She’d vanished.
That can’t be right.
Pixal checks again, and then she triple checks just to be safe. No, no- there had to be something, she had to be able to find her. She had to know where her friends went. This- this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
“Pixal,” Wu says, his voice riddled with worry though he’d tried to hide it.
She stands up and bee lines for the elevator without another word.
“Wha- Pixal! Where are you going?” He chases after her immediately.
“That was a portal, Master Wu. I am going to track her down and make her tell me where she sent them.” Pixal says fiercely, punching the elevator button as she maps out where she’s going to search.
He shakes his head, “You can’t, you know that-”
“I am going to get them back!” She snaps, rounding on him with blazing eyes, “I will not lose anyone else!”
Wu’s eyes go wide and he holds his hands up placatingly. A moment passes and his eyes soften, “I know you want to, Pixal, but look at what we just saw. She’s nowhere to be found- and if you do find her, what’s your plan? You’re good, but the way she opened that portal… even you wouldn’t be able to dodge if it appeared that quickly.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?” She demands. Her hands are shaking. The elevator dings behind her, opening slowly and flooding the room with harsh fluorescent light.
He reaches out to cup her trembling fingers, “Protect Ninjago.” He says firmly, “That artifact… we have no idea where it leads, or what else it can do. The ninja can protect themselves, and we cannot leave Ninjago with no one.”
The elevator door closes gently behind her, filling the room with darkness. Her eyes sting but she refuses to cry. She takes a deep, shuddering breath that she doesn’t need. It seems to center her and help her calm, she closes her eyes and her eyebrows crease as she thinks through the panic, “I... I will call in Skylor, she is in good contact with the other Elemental masters. We can recruit their help. Just in case.”
“This is just temporary until the ninja get back,” Wu assures her, holding her eye contact when she pins him with an analyzing stare. “We will get them back. I’ve taught Lloyd everything I know- if they were sent to another Realm, he knows all the passageways back to Ninjago. Wherever the Ninja are, we must trust they can return on their own.”
Pixal takes another fortifying breath and nods, “I shall go wake Skylor and grab my go-bag, we’ll both be staying here until further notice.” she pulls away and hits the elevator button again, it opens immediately and welcomes her into the pale blue light. It envelopes her in a bubble all its own, separating her from the outside world and distancing her from what happened.
“I’m going to rewatch the footage and see if I can see anything new.” He tells her as the doors close.
His face disappears behind smooth metal and Pixal doubles over. She presses her hands flat against the door, the chill from the machinery grounding her and sending a shiver up her spine as she works on breathing just to follow the calming pattern. In and out. She can’t fall apart, but she will allow herself this moment of turmoil. When the elevator opens, it will be time to get to work. There will be no room for pain. She drags her fingertips down the door before huddling into it, pressing her shoulder flush against cold metal and rubbing her hands over her face, digging the heel of her hands into her eyes. Keep it together, she tells herself. She feels sick. Watching them vanish, one moment they were there the next minute gone- it brought back terrible memories. The pleasant, gentle elevator music plays on top of one of the worst moments of her life. Aspheera’s last moment of triumph, a flash of brilliant and brutal pink, and a loss so sudden and severe the world had tilted on its axis and never quite righted itself again.
If she'd been faster…
The only difference now is that the Ninja are still alive. She had to believe that. They’d just been transported to another realm, or possibly even just somewhere in Ninjago. They would come home.
This isn’t like what happened with Zane.
Because Zane is dead.
Once the elevator arrives at her personal sub-level in the basement, she climbs into the Samurai X suit mechanically. She’s so familiar with the process at this point that she can strap herself in and boot it up on autopilot, wasting no time opening the garage door and flying out. She had the presence of mind to bring the mini sidecar-like pod attachment on the suit for Skylor to hop into. Now to prepare herself for the conversation ahead… She tries to gather her thoughts but the flight isn't long enough to completely distance herself from the shock still washing over her. She parks the mech on the roof like she always does, but doesn't bother activating the camouflage. It’d only be out in the open for a short while.
Taking the stairs down she arrives on her floor and pulls out her keys before she gets to her door, barely breaking stride before she’s inside. She stops in the little foyer, overwhelmed suddenly, the rubber band tight around her chest once more until she can logic her way back to calmness. This would resolve like it always did- with few casualties, with the team by her side- no matter how dire the situation seemed. It’s dark and quiet and warm, but the usual coziness bubbling in her chest is replaced by a sense of numbness and dread. She doesn’t kick off her boots and leave them by the door, walking through the house silently until she comes upon the bedroom door. It’s open, and Skylors red hair is fanned out across the pillows near the lump that must be her sleeping form.
Pixal doesn’t go inside and wake her up with a hand on her shoulder. Skylor was not raised the way she was raised to be so fearlessly shaken awake. The knife strapped to the bedpost an unkind reminder to her deep-rooted paranoia that Pixal knew all too well. She was lucky she was a robot, and her own reflexes were lightning fast.
Instead, she knocks on the wooden frame lightly. Instantly, dim-glowing amber eyes flicker towards her. Pixal and Skylor both didn’t know why her eyes glowed like they did- obviously a unique trait from her element, but one no other elemental master shared. At the sight of her gaze, Pixal quietly comes into the room. When she doesn’t stop to change and crawl in beside her, Skylor becomes more alert, realizing this wasn’t like every other night.
Pixal turns on her bedside lamp first and then sits heavily down on the bed next to her, trying to find the words to ask her to suit up once more. Skylor reaches out to touch her shoulder, concerned, “Pixal? Did something happen?”
"You made me promise once," Pixal can't meet her gaze for a long moment, "To never ask you to fight again. Not unless there was absolutely no choice."
Skylor sucks in a breath through her teeth.
Pixal looks at her now, how her hair pools along her shoulders all messy and unkempt with sleep. Her eyes are pinched with a strain that she doesn't allow on the rest of her face. Instead of elaborating, Pixal just tells her, "I need your help. I am sorry."
"Don't be." Skylor tosses the blankets off her legs, standing in her sleep shirt and shorts. Underneath a picture of her mother hung up on the wall is a sword that she lifts off its hangers, slinging it onto the bed next to where Pixal still sits. All business, she goes to the closet next and pulls out a chest filled with old ninja suits, taking out the top one and pulling on the pants and undershirt. There’s no hesitation to her actions. Despite her choice to step away from heroism to heal and deal with her trauma, Skylor will suit up again for Pixal. Only for Pixal.
She combs her fingers through her hair as Pixal finally stands, grabbing both of their pre packed go-bags out of the closet. Braiding the strands at her temple Skylor says, "Whatever it is, we'll handle it together. You and the ninja can fill me in when I get to home base."
Pixal goes still except for the slight tremor in her hands, "That is the problem, Sky."
Her hands still where they’re tangled in her bed-flat hair, frozen mid braid as her amber eyes glow eerily in the dark. Lead pools in her stomach.
"The ninja are gone.” Pixal can barely force the words out, holding both bags in her hands, standing in the middle of her bedroom.
“We are on our own.”
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What is Love?
Time couldn’t move fast enough. You knew the time that your boyfriend of eight months would be off work. Though the frequency of his updates shrank over the course of your relationship, both of you settling into a comfortable post-honeymoon phase, you could still imagine exactly where he was and what he might be doing as he finished work.
About now, he’d be in the elevator, finally leaving for the day. It felt as though it’d been hours since you’d sat on the sofa, ready for your Valentine's Day evening activities that you’d spent weeks planning just for the two of you. No, just for him, the light of your life.
And he felt the exact same way as he shifted his weight, checking his watch for the third time since he’d entered the elevator. The day could not go by fast enough. But it would be worth it. Soon, he’d see your smiling face again and find his way into your arms. There was no way he could thank you enough for how special you continued to make him feel, every single day, no matter how hard he tried. The romance, even through the rough patches and ‘boring’ day-to-day, never dipped, never disappeared.
The same stood true come Valentine's Day morning, he was gently coaxed awake by the increasing aroma of food with enough time to comfortably get ready for work.
“This is so cheesy…”, he giggled softly, almost unable to dig into the breakfast you’d worked so hard on for him.
“My love for you could never be too cheesy. I think it could use more cheese”, you grinned, reaching across the table to feed him a piece of fruit.
“I do like cheese.”, he chuckled, accepting the fate of the heart-shaped meal you’d laid out in front of him.
“Oh! I almost forgot-”, you hopped from your chair, fetching something from the counter and placing it behind your back, “- for you.”
Slowly, but not slowly enough for him to prepare his heart, you revealed a single pink hydrangea stem wrapped in white paper.
“It took me a while to choose. Each flower, each color having a different meaning…”, you stood there, thinking you had been with him far too long for something like this to make you nervous, yet your little explanation seemed to embarrass the hell out of you, “... I didn’t want to get a rose. Roses represent passion and romance-”
Immediately your eyes shot wide, feeling you’d said something stupid, but he only listened genuinely as you choked on your words.
“- not to say I don't feel love or passion. I passionately love you.”, your rambling made him giggle, giving you confidence enough to get back on topic, “I wanted something special. Pink Hydrangeas. For sincerity, love, and romance.”
“I like this one much better than roses.”, his lips were curved up just slightly at the corners but his eyes, almost glistened, glued to the flower as he took it in his hands, forgetting about breakfast completely.
Before you, he was never really on the receiving end, always the one to spoil his lover, not expecting or needing anything in return. But with you, from the beginning, it was a different story entirely. You helped him find a part of himself he never knew was there. The need to feel cared for, safe, loved, vulnerable, protected. This one flower seemed to blow his gifts for you out of the water.
“Baby… you didn’t have to get me something this expensive!”, you gushed, “This feels like pure gold compared to a measly little flower.”
“No! I like my flower.”, he smiled to himself, twirling it slowly in his hand before you took it to place in a small vase of water.
“Do you think we could press it instead?”, he asked, feeling the urge to avert his eyes, his question blushing his cheeks. He wanted to keep it forever.
“Of course.”, you smiled, “Why don’t we keep it in water for a few days, just to look at, and we can do it on your day off?”
Both of you sat down for breakfast again, teasing one another across the small table until it was inevitably time for him to get ready for work.
The work day seemed to pass by slowly yet in an instant as he thought about his flower, so lovely, waiting for him in it’s pretty glass vase at home with all it’s little blossoms. Just like you. He couldn’t wait to be back home with both.
Getting less work done than he’d like to admit, he could finally shut off his computer and head home for the evening, knowing you had a whole night planned for the two of you. How he was going to make it, seeing your smile and feeling your touch when he’d been teetering all damned day because of that flower was a hopeless question. But he’d do it for you.
“You smell good.”, he giggled as you fixed his hair in front of the mirror. Though he probably could have managed on his own, it was the perfect way to stay as close as possible while getting ready for the night.
“Thank you, baby.”, you smiled, lowering your hands to his chest and admiring your work. Your unwavering, admiring gaze warmed his cheeks and made him turn his head. Something you recognized immediately
“Ahh! Are you feeling shy, my little prince?”, you fluffed at his hair affectionately but not enough to ruin your handiwork.
“(Caregiver Nickname)~”, he whined, knowing what you were up to. He wouldn’t make it with your teasing, being exactly why you continued.
“It’s okay, honey. It’ll just be us tonight. And how could you ask me to resist when you’re acting so cute in front of me like this?”, you guided his face back to look at you, leaving a light kiss on his cheek, “Is this really all because of that flower? How will you ever make it through the night I’ve planned for us?”
Both of you knew the answer, simply, he wouldn’t.
“You’re still my big boy even if you let me care for you, handsome boy.”, you pressed your lips together in a line, your hands resting on both of his cheeks, feeling him give himself to you entirely.
With a nod between your palms, he nuzzled against your hand, letting you pamper him and finish readying him for your evening out. It was impossible to get used to, how deeply you’d care for him, no matter how time passed. He was always in the palm of your hand.
“I’m gonna show every couple out tonight exactly how much I love my handsome little prince.”
🧸Endnote: I may be projecting the babygirl line: Jeonghan, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Minghao ya know 🤭💗. I wanted to trying blank fics bc I don’t have time or energy to always do ot13 and I want to be able to make more people happy. Honestly I can say this may not fit every member since they do all have diverse personalities. But I tried to make it cute <3 HAPPY BDAY CARATS AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! ~ 🐶🐰🍓
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Day 11: Team Work
Visiting Dick at Titan Tower is a big surprise for him. But I wasn't expecting to be sitting in the living room with his teammates playing video games. Dick was away on a mission when I arrived so my surprise has just became even better. Beating Beast Boy at one of his favorite games, then I took a swing with Cyborg at his racing game. With each win I jump up excited and smiles big. It's been back and forth between the two as Raven had entered to "meditate." Starfire had gone with Dick as far as I know.
Satisfied with my tenth win between the boys I set the controller down on the table and clap.
"Alright! I need help." I say.
"What do you need help with." Beast Boy says interested. Cyborg adjusts himself to listen to my plea. We exchange words and a plan is filled in place.
Back in position on the floor in the living room with the boys, Raven sitting next to Beast Boy on the sofa. The elevator dings signalling everyone that Robin and Starfire have returned from their mission. With a shrug we continued to play even when the two return holding hands.
"Hey guys, what are we playing?" Dick asks hopping over the back of the couch and Star leans over it.
"Beating Mari at Racing." Cyborg declares just before I slam my car into his to the side and speed forward, leaving behind in my dust. His smile falls with a painful groan and throws his hands in the air, losing his controller behind him. A loud noise follows the thud of the device that grabs everyone's attention. I release a shiver of discomfort but tries to keep my car from crashing into the half wall. Letting out a curse as I did wreck and puts the device down when the power shuts off.
"What was that?" I asked looking around barely able to see everyone.
"The power just shut off. I'll check it out." Cyborg says getting up and leaves out the double doors he had to force open and disappear. Star moves close to Dick scared a little about what is happening. Suddenly a loud yell could be heard around the tower and sending all of us into a huddle.
"Is Cy alright? He has to be. It's just the power." Beast Boy said stuttering. Raven looks around confused before stepping back and walks toward the door. Beast Boy follows after her not wanting to leave her alone. I watch as they disappear around the door and then jump from the sudden thunder that roared around the Tower. I move to the window and stare out wondering where the weather came from and see the water rushing against the island. Interesting.
Starfire let's out a squeak as the thunder roars again. I turn with a smile on my face seeing her grip Robin's arm. I stare at them not wanting to feel like I am interrupting them again. That is a story another time, if you must know.
Okay so, Dick is trying to calm Starfire down before moving toward me by the TV. He's trying to not show any signs of fear that he is emanating from inside. He may not show his emotions physically but I could always feel it from him. Thanks Batman.
"Should we go check on everyone? They went quiet?" Dick looked at me confused then cleared his throat.
"Ye-" He stops fixing his squeak of a voice. "Nah, they should be fine." He says clearer and lower in tone. I have never seen him this scared before. Suddenly something touches my foot letting out a sudden squeak and jump on the sofa.
"The hell!" A pink wiggle worm with a big mouth was sitting where I stood smiling up at me. "What is that?" I point at it not sure I had ever seen it before and Starfire giggles picking up the icky worm thing like a baby, literally the size of the baby.
"His name is Silkie. He's my pet." Starfire says smiling so big almost all of her teeth can be seen.
"You have a pet Larva?" I stare dumbfounded by the sight. A shudder goes down my spine. Star gives a nod then kisses the insect. Eeeewww. I look at Dick sickly as he just watches like his heart isn't racing from the fear but with desire for the space teen. Wow, just wow and ew.
The tower suddenly shook underneath us causing Star to jump and float as Dick and I fall against the table. We set each other up and try to stay stable.
"Okay something is going on. We need to find everyone." My voice shaky and instructive. Dick scowls before giving me a small nod. I move to take the lead, only for him to get in front and walk us to the hallway. Pitch black, no movement, no light from the outside. Lightening strikes around us giving us the brief light showing a shadowy figure floating around the walls.
"The heck was that?!" I shout, covering my mouth. Dick pulls out something from this utility belt, a flash light, and shine it down the hallway. The crazy shadow had disappeared but the others were still no where. Dick walks forward with Star and I still behind him. We look around opening every room finding nothing. Between every tower shaking rumble of the thunder follows the limited lighting from the lightning and the glitching of the flashlight. Star, floating next to me with her pet, was shaking with fear. Id be lying if I wasn't enjoying this a bit. We ended up near the elevator and pushed on the button forgetting we have no power at all until we hear a loud thud and Cyborg appears with a thud behind us.
"Cy!" I run over to check on him. He had no light through his robotic side of him but he moved just a little to look up.
"It's back Robin." He says with a rasp trying to reach for me. I reach for his hand as a dark tentacle like thing wraps itself around his waist and yank him away. Everything in me says to jump for him and so I do, slamming my body into the floor with no avail. I'm sure there will be a bruise somewhere on my upper body. I stand turning to run back to Dick and Star.
"Mari! Watch out!" Dick runs to me, reaching to grab my hand. I stretch out feeling the tentacle wrap around my waist taking my feet out from under me and lift me up. He jumps, grabbing my hands, and pulls down to try to free me. Star drops her pet and grabs Dick's body forcing the three of us against the tugging tentacle. My hands become sweaty, slippery, and wet, sliding out of his grasp and screams as I get engulfed by the shadowy figure.
I found myself in a room with Raven, Beast Boy, and Cy playing cards as they waited for me.
"About time. we were getting bored." Beast Boy says, dropping a pair of doubles on the floor and stands up. "Ready for part 2?"
What? You didn't know this was my plan? Surprise! That's okay. So here's what happened next. The four of us move along the shadows of the tower following Star and Dick as they look for us. Raven forces the shadow monster to move them back to the lounge. Starfire keeps throwing her weird green blasts at the monster. Beast Boy shifts into some odd small creature moving through the shadows and hide in the lounge and begin to open and close all the cabinet doors. Loud bangs fill the room. Cyborg went and connected to the power supply and force the tv on, making it change channels and replay different words.
Dick circled the room confused and scared. He reached for Starfire wanting to keep her safe, but I reach for her and drag her into the shadow with me. Covering her mouth to keep her silent for the remainder of this whole thing. We I make a shh sound and get a nod from her as Raven moves the creature closer to Dick, eyes and teeth ready to eat him. I've got everyone ready to move closer, and we began. The closer the monster got, the closer we got. Star stayed behind watching trying to figure out what was happening.
And just as the boys and I get ready to jump on Dick, the freaky pink bug slides and rubs against my leg. I let out a loud shriek and jumped prematurely falling through the monster and in his arms. The reaction caused everything to dissipate and reveal everyone standing around us. The power kicks back on, the boys are laughing, Raven just stands there shaking her head, and Star just blinks then picks up Silkie. My heart stops pounding long enough to look around finding myself on Dick's lap and our faces bright red. Quickly I crawl off his body and stand there mad at myself for ruining the plan but more embarrassed for landing in his arms.
"Haha well.." Cyborg begins.
"That didn't..haha." Beast Boy follows. Cyborg hits his leg.
"Go as...haha... plan.."
"Haha..but that..was.."
"Too funny..haha!" The boys kept laughing enjoying themselves at my misery. Dick looked between all of us confused then connected the dots. He blushes with embarrassment and glares at me. If looks could kill.
"So what happened next Aunt Mari?" One of the little kids asks Marinette.
"Well my little ones. Robin refused to talk to Ladybug for a whole month." She says.
"That's not okay!" The crowd of children shout. Dick had just walked by stopping as he heard the shout.
"Now, now children. Don't worry, Ladybug still plays many pranks on him." And only to emphasis Marinette pulls it out a nerf gun and shoot a balloon that hung over the door way popping over and covering Dick's head with washable paint and glitter. She quickly stands up and makes a run for out the manor door, Dick hot on her heels.
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Day 11 - July 9th
Pleasant start to the morning. It was a little brisk but we all were out of our tents by 6:30am or so. We had our standard breakfasts (oatmeal, coffee/tea) and we packed up our gear. While we were pulling things together the moms next door came by with a couple of their kids to wish us well and to have us tell their kids a little about our cycling adventures. Perhaps they will ride the Divide in a few short years!
Today looked to be an all gravel day although we didn’t know what that meant. All gravel? Some double track? Single track? We would certainly find out.
Early in the ride.
Coming out of Holland Lake we turned east away from the highway. The road quickly turned upward, gaining 1000’ in less than 10 miles. A dip, a pop, another dip, and we were climbing again. This time 1500’ in 6 miles. Somewhere along the way we came off the traveled road and turned onto a closed forest service road that was really a double track route with no car tracks and few bike tracks (except, of course, J, J, & N who were somewhere ahead of us). The double track was easy, with few obstacles. In some places we rode through high grass. The views back into the Swan Valley were quite impressive.
Views back on Swan Valley.
Some double track.
David’s happy. All is right with the world.
Near the top of the climb, the double track stopped and turned into a single track. It was more like a hiking trail but it was open to cyclists. The view of the Seeley Valley below us at that point was absolutely stunning. I’d like to say the view was what shot my heart rate up but the reality was that the single track clinging to the side of a mountain is what really got me going.
Jose, the great descender, took the lead. Ed followed. David and I were a little more tentative. Me because I’m uncomfortable with heights and David because this was literally his 3rd single track experience.
VIDEO TO FOLLOW.
On one twenty foot stretch, I quickly came to understand our navigation systems caution on the route: “Slide Zone - road has failed in the past”. Jose and Ed zipped right over this 18 inch wide track with a 100s foot drop on the left side. A few other less precarious stretches were nail-biters, nonetheless.
Jose and Ed bombed down the course. Once the single track pulled away from the edge, I was able to open up. David was right behind.
I’m the red speck in the pic
You’ve got to zoom to see David in this pic.
Of the 3-4 miles of mountainside hugging single track, only about a half mile was treacherous to me. The rest was totally exhilarating. Congrats to Jose and Ed for riding it like pros.
The single track spilled out onto a gravel road which basically carried us into Seeley Lake. In 13 miles we gave back all of our elevation gain for the day. It was a great way to pull into town.
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We stopped for the best sandwiches we’ve ever gotten from an Ace Hardware Store. Town was hopping. Every ice cream shop had a line. We filled our bellies, drank plenty of fluids, and then got back on our bikes for the final climb into Placid Lake.
It’s always a mistake to eat big and then ride in the heat. We needed the food and the rest and we knew we would pay for it. The eight miles to our final campground of the trip were mostly uphill on soft gravel. The steepness of the climbs took us by surprise. The heat drained us.
Immediately upon entering the Placid Lake State Park Campground we saw John and met his wife Beth. The other John and Nick were at another campsite with Bill and Annette (and Finn their pooch) who we would soon meet. John and Beth offered us a beer and an invitation for dinner. We gratefully accepted!
While looking for a campsite, a woman approached Ed and offered us one she had reserved but wasn’t using. Again, we gratefully accepted.
Since we had no change to pay for showers, we all headed to the lake for our second lake bath in two days. Back at our campsite we considered setting up tents but decided to just wait until after dinner. Once we were all spiffied up we walked over to Bill & Annette’s lakeside campsite for a fantastic dinner, beers, and conversation. After profusely thanking them for a wonderful evening we headed back to our camp for the night.
All was peaceful until Jose started shouting in his sleep while having a nightmare. My guess is he was dreaming about riding across the slide area but he doesn’t remember!
Cheers.
Ride stats:
Miles ridden: 40.9
Elevation gain: 3,650 ft
Max elevation: 6,623 ft
Total descent: 3,546 ft
Start time: 8:49am
Moving time: 5:06:32
Elapsed time: 7:36:51
Ave speed: 8 mph
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Location: Northrend Participants: Theo, Npcs
[This is after the death of IC player Moriarty and his best friend Aren'vial]
The harsh Northrend winds quickly froze the recently fallen warriors dangling within the claws of Theo’s Shadow Omen. The wide wingspan of the massive bird cut through sleet and wind gusts, forcing it, the rider, and the cargo higher until all entered the clouds. The air grew thin and was below freezing. As his mount found less turbulent conditions, Theo was forced to quickly pull on goggles and a facemask in order to survive at such elevations. Tipping forward, a hand reached to move some feathers and peer down to ensure the bodies of Moriarty and Aren’vial were still suspended within the security of the netting. Thankfully, they were. With the battle having been fought so close to the Ice Crown Citadel, any sort of flight was perilous. Coaxing with a heel, the Shadow Omen tilted to head south.
When enough time had passed, another nudge turned them to the east. A quiet word told the Omen the desired destination Theo wanted to go. It was not long before the bird suddenly dove down, forcing Theo to flex his core and hold on tightly. They crested the clouds to appear over Dragonblight, heading straight for the ground. Theo could see archers below pointing before bows being drawn. At the last moment, the Omen spread its wings to spiral downward, giving the night elves below enough time to identify them. ‘Fucking fel.’ A small squawk chirped from the side of the bird’s beak, either hearing Theo’s thoughts or laughing at him. Perhaps both.
Motion down below continued, as he suspected. Gurneys were brought out. Theo cleaned the front of the goggles to discern who among those below was in charge. It soon became apparent by the time they landed. The bodies were gently set down by the bird before the assassin’s mount hopped back and stilled, allowing Theo to jump down. Once clear, the Omen flew off. “We nearly shot you down,” sounded one of Star’s Rest Sentinels. “Nah, we were still out of range. The bird knows.” “Even still-” “Use it as training,” Theo cut her off, smirking, removing the goggles and facemask.
The blue-haired beauty pursed her lips at him. She was the one in charge. Theo had to refrain from grinning. Now was not the time to consider his next bedmate.
“Tell me, Commander. Are the mages prepared?” Theo asked, eying her form with close scrutiny. “Yes. Although, more heads up would have been appreciated.” “I gave you most of the day, including supplies.”
He sounded disinterested in her complaint, now glancing around at the small encampment. Theo chose this place because of its isolation. It was infrequently visited by outsiders, so visibility would not be likely. Here, they would secure the bodies in a neutral stasis to prevent any cellular decay or loss of magical residuum. He needed them exactly as they died to ensure maximum potential was reached in future work. Already enough time had passed. Theo met the Commander’s gaze directly and without expression as if waiting.
“It should only take an hour,” she explained. “Make it ten minutes.” “That’s not how magic works,” the Commander returned, starting to sound irritated. “It does today.” Reaching behind him, Theo retrieved a pair of gloves to pull on while clearly not giving two fucks at her mouth opening and closing. She turned and marched off. It was then Theo fetched a candy tin from a slot on his armor to open and plop a piece into his mouth to suck on. It took twenty-three minutes for three Winter Sisters to preserve the bodies at their current stasis and two arcanists to enclose them in arcane orbs safe enough for travel. The process would have taken longer had Theo not been quietly walking in a circle around them, stalking as a silent menace. Once it was completed, the assassin gave the location for them to open up a portal to transport the bodies through.
“And now, for your end of the agreement,” spoke the Commander beside Theo. “You will see it in a couple of days. This was sudden and personal,” he explained. “Did you-” the night elf leader began. “No.”
Once again, Theo cut her off, but his tone was curt this time. He instantly turned away from her and walked off. When there was enough area, he gave a shrill whistle. In a matter of seconds, the Shadow Omen came close to the ground. Theo launched himself high and caught the side of the saddle before pulling himself the rest of the way. Now that Mori and Aren’vial were safely inside one of his personal labs and their bodies were secured, he could attend to other affairs. After all, he had promised to help Kastyl vend at the Fire Festival. Theo was most curious about how she was faring while he rode away southward across the sea.
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