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Transcript of The Trade, the Marella KOTLC short story (Including the author introduction)

Note: OG pictures taken by Kenna!, provided by @fintan-pyren. Some words are obscured and the transcript may contain errors. Neverless, I hope this is useful to anyone who may need/want it :)

Hello, wonderful Keeper readers! Some of you might already know that I love to sneak a little something extra into the paperback versions of my books whenever I can (since I don't think hardcover readers should get to be the only ones who sometimes find fun bonuses). For those who didn't know that: surprise! :)

I knew I wanted to include a story from Marella's POV this time. Not only is she on the cover (looking fierce and fabulous!) and a fan-favorite character, but she also had some key scenes in Stellarlune that we only got to "hear" about. The Keeper books are limited to Sophie's POV, so I can only include moments where Sophie is present--and since Sophie didn't go with Marella to her meetings with Fintan, we only learn what Marella tells Sophie later. But what if there was something Marella didn't share?

Over the next few pages, you can watch one of Marella's conversations with Fintan play out in real time and hear all Marella's thoughts and reactions to what's happening. I've called this story "The Trade"--and I've worked in lots of fun little extra details (some of which might even turn out to be important later...*wink*).

For those wondering, this story is based a [sic] scene in chapter 31 of Stellarlune--and if you haven't read Stellarlune yet: SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! Reading this first will probably be confusing and will also give away a few tidbits too early. You'll be much happier if you start by reading Stellarlune and then come back here for all the Marella fun once you're done!

Happy reading! [shannon's signature]

"Ugh, I hate this place," Marella muttered, shaking the freshly fallen snowflakes out of her gilded blond hair much harder than necessary and yanking her thick velvet cape tighter around her narrow shoulders.

She said the same thing every time she had to trudge through the knee-high snowdrifts and found herself staring at the icicle-crusted entrance to the now familiar cave.

Didn't matter how many times she'd gone there--or how important her visits were. She was never not going to dread making the long, slippery trek down to Fintan's frozen cell.

The cave looked like some sort of open-mouthed snow beast waiting to devour everything in its path--which was probably intentional, since the prison was designed to be as miserable as possible.

Especially for someone like her.

The goblin guards even gave her pitying stares as they moved aside to reveal the endless icy path that wound down and down--and down a whole lot more--to a place where the tiniest glimmer of heat had long since been swallowed up by the suffocating cold.

No amount of clothing could keep Marella warm in the heart of the prison She'd actually tried wearing so many layers that she'd looked like an overstuffed gulon--and she still couldn't stop shivering. And the whole "body temperature regulation" thing wasn't exactly possible when she had to use so much concentration to make sense of Fintan's ranting.

it wasn't fair.

Everyone else got to train their special abilities in fancy rooms at Foxfire, with Mentors who weren't creepy, unstable murderers.

But they weren't Pyrokinetics.

Marella was lucky the Council was letting her use her ability at all.

They could just as easily label her Talentless, kick her out of their snobby academy, and ban her from ever sparking another flame.

Or they could decide she was too dangerous and lock her away.

in fact, Marella wouldn't have been surprised at all if the Council was already building an icy cage just for her--but the thought still made her shiver and wish she could've manifested as...

Nope.

She stopped herself from finishing that sentence.

If life had taught her anything, it was that there's no point wanting things that were never going to happen.

Instead, she focused on the thin beams of sunlight streaking through a gap in the gloomy gray clouds. The light was far from warm, but if she really concentrated, she could feel a hint of lingering heat tangled among the brightness.

She called the warmth closer and soaked it in--let it pool under her skin, pounding with her pulse, swelling with every heartbeat. Growing hotter and hotter and hotter until...

Snap!

A flick of her fingers sent a small tangle of flames sparking to life above her left palm.

"Feel better?" Linh asked as Marella let out a long, slow sigh.

Marella nodded--though she definitely could've done without the whispered that were now hissing around her head.

The flames had a soft, crackly voice. And they always made the same plea.

Feed me.

Fire craved fuel--constantly wanting more, more, more--and it would've been so easy for Marella to let the fire swell bigger and bigger and bigger.

But that was the kind of thing that would lead to a lifetime of shivering in an underground ice cube, so she forced her gaze to shift to Linh, who stood in a small, snowless circle surrounded by a halo of hovering snowflakes---none daring to touch her long silver-tipped hair or shimmery purple cape.

Marella knew how hard Linh had fought to achieve that level of control, and how tentative Linh's hold over her ability still was. But the fact Linh could stand in a sea of frozen water and do nothing except keep the falling snow from settling on her flushed pink cheeks was very...

Annoying.

Then again, everyone annoyed Marella a little.

Her dad used to call her "fiery" long before he realized how accurate that description truly was.

But it wasn't Marella's fault!

People tended to be annoying.

Especially a Hydrokinetic who was currently looking all peaceful and pretty and perfect while making snowflakes flutter and spin in intricate patterns.

That didn't mean Marella wasn't also grateful that Linh was willing to tag along to her Pyrokinetic lessons. it was nice to see a friendly face after hours of Fintan's rambling. Plus, it seemed like a good idea to have someone with water powers around while she practiced setting things on fire.

They were even finding some pretty cool ways to work together. Fire and water might be opposites--but that didn't mean they couldn't be combined. Marella had actually figured out a way to ignite Linh's rain, and she couldn't wait to use that little trick on the Neverseen--assuming those black-cloaked losers ever showed up again.

For a fearsome, unstoppable rebellion, they sure spend a lot of time hiding.

"Are you going to start by asking him about the cache or do the lesson first?" Linh asked, reminding Marella why they were there.

Marella shrugged. "Depends on Fintan's mood."

Sometimes he was already babbling about some fancy new fire trick when she arrived, as if he'd started the lesson without bothering to wait for her. Other times she couldn't get anywhere with him until she'd let him go on and on and on about how foolish the Council was, or how badly he'd been wronged, or how much he missed the feel of a flickering flame--and she didn't necessarily blame him for the last one.

Part of her wanted to hold on to her fireball forever.

Make it her smoky little pet.

Instead, she curled her fingers into a fist and snuffed it out--but she didn't let all the heat dissipate. She called a single tingling glint deeper, letting it sear through her veins and settle into her heart.

She knew it was a risky move, even with all the defenses she wrapped around it. But she couldn't bear the cold emptiness of Fintan's prison without a least a tiny fleck of warmth tucked away.

A secret spark whispering, I'm here. You're not alone.

"Okay," she said, weaving a few strands of her hair together to clam her twitchy fingers. She'd picked up the nervous habit years ago--after her mom's accident--and the tiny braids were kind of her trademark now. "i guess I should stop stalling and head down to deal with Sir Creepysparks, huh?"

Linh smiled. "Probably. Unless you want to rehearse what you're going to say."

"Nah. I'm just going to offer him an ugly flower--that doesn't exactly need a big speech. Oh, but that reminds me..."

She reached into her cape pocket and pulled out the spiky dark blue Noxflare--which looked more like a dying weed than a super-rare flower--and held it up to the guards. "Mr. Forkle already checked this before I brought it here, to make sure it's safe for me to offer to Fintan. but I figured you'd want to check it too."

"We do," they agreed in unison as one of the biggest, deadliest-looking guards took the Noxflare from Marella and brought it over to the other goblins.

A lot of mumbling about potential kindling and fire hazards followed.

Eventually, the guards decided to quick-freeze the Noxflare into a block of ice in case there was any heat stored inside.

"Whoa," Marella said when the scary guard returned with the flower-filled ice cube--which had turned out as big as her head. "How heavy is that thing?"

The guard studied Marella's skinny arms. "I can carry it for you if you'd like."

"That's probably be smart." Marella was pretty sure she'd drop it, or her fingers would freeze off during the long walk--and using telekinesis would drain her mental energy. "But can you stay out of sight? I was planning to tell Fintan he can only see his weird flower thing if he gives me access to his memories, and that's kinda ruined if there's a giant goblin holding it right next to me.

Not that it made the plan any less pointless.

Fintan was obviously going to turn her down.

He's already made it super clear that the only trade he was interested in was for his freedom--which was never going to happen.

Marella doubted a dying flower frozen in ice was suddenly going to make him be like, You know what? Who needs out of this horrible prison when I can have that!

But she was out of other ideas.

And Sophie wanted her to try the Noxflare thing, so...

Whatever.

Marella didn't care about Sophie's current power trip the way Stina did.

As long as she didn't have to be the one coming up with all the plans--or almost dying all the time--Marella was fine following orders. Especially if she got to say I told you so when they turned out to be a huge waste of time.

"Sure you don't want me to come with you?" Linh asked as Marella pulled thick gloves onto her hands. "Fintan likes me."

Marella wasn't sure if "like" was the right word, since Fintan didn't seem to like anybody. But he'd definitely been impressed with Linh.

He'd demanded to speak with "the Hydrokinetic" after Marella mentioned she practiced her pyrokinesis with Linh, so Marella had convinced the goblin guards to let Linh down into the prison. And when Fintan asked for a demonstration of Linh's ability to ensure she wouldn't "hinder his training," Linh had stirred up all the ice shards on his floor and made them rain around him like he was trapped inside a snow globe--which actually made him applaud.

Apparently, most Hydrokinetics struggled to manipulate water in its solid form, and were limited to liquid water or water vapor.

But not Linh.

Of course.

Marella was pretty sure that Linh was more powerful than any of her other friends.

"Well, if you need me, you know where to find me," Linh said as Marella forced her feet to carry her into the cave. "I'll just be here, making another snow menagerie." She flicker her wrist and wove the hovering snowflakes into a soaring alenon.

"Ugh, at least make some ugly creatures this time," Marella called over her shoulder. "I want to see a row of snow ghouls when I get back here. Or a giant Princess Purryfins!"

Linh gasped. "Princess Purryfins is not ugly! I'm going to tell her you said that!"

Marella laughed. "I'm sure you will."

She would've teased Linh more about her ridiculous obsession with her pet murcat, but the frigid air from the prison hit Marella hard, and she had to lock her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.

As least she didn't have to make the journey by herself this time.

Marella could hear the scary goblin guard keeping pace several steps behind her as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim blue light cast by a series of glowing spheres dangling from the ceiling. The downward slope grew steeper with each winding curve, and Marella was always tempted to try sliding down the icy floor instead of walking--but she'd probably end up crashing into one of the weird ice thrones outside Fintan's cell. And she knew better than anyone that injuries couldn't always be healed.

Plus, the trudge gave her a chance to add extra defenses to the heat she'd tucked away in her chest.

She often wondered if Fintan had hidden a few sparks of his own when he was arrested. After all, he had to know the Council would put him on ice for the rest of eternity. Wouldn't he try to preserve what little heat he could?

But Marella had stretched out her senses a zillion different ways and never felt the slightest tingle of warmth when she was around him. So either there was nothing to find or Fintan was that good.

She had a horrible feeling it was the latter, and he was waiting for just the right moment to reveal his grand plan--but that wasn't the kind of thing she should be thinking about before having to face him.

Still, she spent the next few turn trying to figure out what she'd do if she were right.

Her feet turned numb while she plotted, and her bones were officially aching by the time the path widened-- the only warning that they were getting close to Fintan's cell.

A few curves later, his cage came into view: a stark, icy bubble in the center of a circular cavern.

The round wall was reflective on the inside, so even though Marella could see Fintan pacing along the edge of his frozen barricade, he wouldn't be able to see her until she triggered the sensor by sitting in one of the freezing thrones positioned at the only point Fintan could peer through.

He looked extra tired that day--his sky blue eyes sunken by more shadows than usual, and he kept muttering under his breath about incompetence as he tucked his messy blond hair behind his pointy ears with a bit more force than necessary.

Marella glanced back at the scary guard, making sure he'd ducked into the shadows near the back of the cell before she made her big appearance. Then she took a deep breath and pressed her hand against her heart, reaching for her secret spark of warmth one last time before plopping into the closest ice throne.

"Awwwww, looks like you missed me," she said, tossing back her hair and flashing her brightest smile.

She liked to start her visits by showing Fintan she wasn't afraid of him--even if she totally was.

But Fintan didn't glance her way.

"I'm not in the mood for games," he warned as he continued his slow march around his cell.

"Neither am I" Marella assured him, deciding that was her cue to start with the cache. She sat up taller, trying to look extra confident as she added, "But I do have an awesome trade to offer you!"

Fintan sighed. "If this is about my cache, I already told you what I'm willing to accept. Unless you're here to grant me a day of freedom--"

"I'm definitely not. But! I found something you should like even better." She paused, hoping the extra bit of anticipation would somehow make her offer should more exiting when she told him. "Noxflares!"

Fintan scrunched his slender nose. "What are Noxflares, and why would I care about them?"

Marella tilted her head, trying to tell if he was faking.

She hadn't expected him to jump around or applaud or anything--but she had expected him to at least know what Noxflares were.

Then again, his mind had been shattered and pieced back together so many times, his memories had to be in shambles--and Ancient minds tended to be a total mess anyway, since they were crammed with thousands of years of information and the past and present blurred together.

"Would it help if I told you I stopped by your old estate on my way here?" she asked, "Your garden could use some gnomish help, by the way. All the plants have turned into a giant dying tangle. But I dug around and managed to find this scraggly vine with dark pointy flowers--and I hear that plant is special to you, so I picked a few and--"

"You picked my Noxflares?" Fintan snapped, rushing to the wall of his cell and pressing his palms against the ice. "You must let me see them!"

Marella's lips curled into a huge smirk. "I thought you didn't know what they were."

Fintan gritted his teeth so hard, it sounded like cracking ice.

"Hey, I'm not saying I won't share. Buuuuuuuuuuut it'll cost you--and I'm pretty sure you can already guess what I want." She paused for another beat before she added, "Just so we're clear: I'll show you one of your Noxflares if you open your cache and show me what's inside."

Fintan's jaw tightened even more and his hands curled into fists.

But he didn't say no.

He didn't say anything--which was definitely new.

Marella had already offered him a long list of trade suggestions that she, Linh, Maruca, and Stina had all come up with--some really cool ones! And Fintan had shot down each one down before she could even finish the offer.

She couldn't believe he looked so tempted by an ugly flower.

but as the silence dragged on, Marella started to wonder if she'd misread the situation.

maybe she'd pushed him too hard--taunted him too much--and now Fintan was letting her sit there in the cold, knowing the icy throne was turning her butt and legs numb.

She was trying to decide if she could make standing up look like a power move when Fintan told her, "Fine. You have a deal--but since you're only offering one Noxflare, I'll only show you one memory."

Marella barely stopped herself from blurting out, SERIOUSLY?

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she said instead, wanting to kick herself for not bringing more Noxflares with her. The whole thing had just seemed so silly--and the first few she'd picked had crumbled to dust. But the vine had lots more flowers, so she could fix the mistake super easily. "How about I go back, grab eight more Noxflares, and then you show me all nine memories?"

Fintan grinned. "Tempting. But one Noxflare is really all I need."

Need?

Marella wasn't a fan of that wording.

But before she could ask him what he needed it for, he added, "My offer expires in ten seconds," and started counting down.

By "six" she decided that one memory was better than nothing.

"Fine," she said, pulling the cache from her pocket and holding the marble-size orb up to the light. "But you go first. How do I open this thing?"

No way was she going to risk letting him back out--especially since he probably wasn't going to be happy when he saw his precious flower was stuck in the middle of a giant ice cube.

Fintan held out his hand. "Give me the cache, and I'll open it."

Marella laughed. "Hard pass."

"Ah, but you don't have a choice. I'm the only one who can access the memories. And I need to make physical contact with the cache in order to do so."

Marella squinted at the tiny gadget.

She didn't know much about caches--aside from the fact that only Councillors used them and that each colorful inner crystal held a single Forgotten Secret. But she did know that Dex had already tried everything he could think of to open the cache and failed--and he was one of the best Technopaths ever.

"Do I need to start counting down again?" Fintan asked. "I believe we'd gotten to five..."

Marella chewed her lip. "Uh, how do I know you're not going to destroy the cache or try to hold it for ransom or something?"

Fintan's smile was colder than his cell. "You'll just have to trust me."

"Yeah, I don't see that happening."

Fintan shrugged. "Then our deal is off."

Marella rolled her eyes. "Come on. Even if I wanted to, it's not like I can open your cell door and hand the cache to you."

She wasn't even sure if his cell had a door. The wall looked like one big solid piece of ice.

"You've proven to be very resourceful during our lessons," Fintan reminded her.

"Yeah, but--"

"It's your call," he interrupted. "If you want a memory, you'll have to trust me."

She snort-laughed--but before she could get another word out, he repeated, "You'll just have to trust me." And she could tell that was the only response he was going to give.

She turned to the scary guard, who had started pacing in the shadows. "Is there a way to pass Fintan a small item?"

"Ah, you have a hidden goblin escort--I knew you were resourceful!" Fintan clapped his hands. "And yes, there is a way to pass me my cache, otherwise I wouldn't have suggested it. Any guard can open the disgraceful tube they pass my horrid, frozen bits of food through. The cache should fit nicely."

The guard gripped his sword. "I cannot allow any unauthorized item to enter his cell."

Fintan clicked his tongue. "Clearly you're not considering the fact that I've already had plenty of chances to make this trade--and turned them all down. Do you think I would do that if the cache was even remotely useful to me?"

The goblin couldn't argue with that logic.

Neither could Marella.

And when Fintan went back to counting down, she told the guard, "The Black Swan knows I've been trying to make this trade--and they're working with the Council now. No one would let me do this if they thought the cache was dangerous."

Then again, they'd never discussed the possibility of handing the cache over to Fintan--but surely someone must've considered that during all their endless talking and obsessive overplanning...right?

Besides, if anything went wrong, she could always remind them that this was Sophie's idea.

"I don't like this," the scary guard growled. But Marella gave him her I-totally-know-what-I'm-doing glare until he set the frozen Noxflare down with a particularly dramatic thud, snatched the cache, and spent an eternity squinting at the tiny crystal, spinning it all different ways. "If anything happens, my priority will be subduing the prisoner--not protecting you. Are you certain you want to take that risk?"

Marella absolutely wasn't.

But...this might be their only shot at seeing one of Fintan's Forgotten Secrets.

Plus, she had her tiny little spark buddy she could call on if she needed. Surely she could use that to...

To what?

Take down a superpowerful, much more experienced Pyrokinetic with a history of murdering poeple?

But...did she really want to wimp out?

Sophie wouldn't.

And yeah, Sophie had, like, a permanent bed in the Healing Center. But Marella was pretty sure their whole group would vote "DO IT!"

There were also a dozen other armed goblins who would rush down as backup.

And Linh could attack Fintan with her cutesy snow animals.

It'd almost be worth it to watch Fintan get swallowed up by an ice wave shaped like Princess Purryfins.

"I can handle myself," she decided, using a tone that hopefully sounded intimidating.

Fintan's gleeful laughter echoed of the ice.

The scary guard muttered something about the arrogance of elves as he reached toward the top of Fintan's frozen cell and felt around for a specific spot. A faint clicking sound followed, and a tiny round door slid open--far out of Fintan's reach.

"I can neutralize you within seconds," the guard reminded him as he held the cache up to the opening. "By numerous means. Some far more painful than others."

"Yes, I'm well aware of the absurd lengths the Council has taken to keep me contained," Fintan assured him. "But I don't plan on giving you a reason to use any of them. Not today, at least."

The guard bared his supersharp pointy teeth, and Marella wanted to shout NEVER MIND, JUST KIDDING! But she let the guard shove the cache through the tiny opening--and then it was too late to change her mind.

All she could do was watch the glass orb make its slow descent, rolling around and around and around--down some sort of invisible path etched into the wall of the cell.

Her stomach backflipped with each rotation, and she felt more than a little vomit-y when the cache dropped low enough for Fintan to catch it. But he simply held it up and studied it.

Then he coughed on it.

And sneezed on it.

"Ewwwwwww," Marella groaned when he followed that up by drooling on it. "You know, there are better ways to give it your DNA."

"Yes, I'm aware." Fintan cleared his throat and launched a slimy blob of spit at the cache. "I also know your little Technopath friend is going to ask you how I accessed the memories, so feel free to give him a detailed list." He wiped the cache dry with his fingers and then ran it through his greasy hair before sneezing and coughing on it again. "Some of these methods are vital. Some are distractions. None can be re-created without me--but it'll be fun if he tries, don't you think?"

He laughed so hard, it brought tears to his eyes, and he smeared them across the cache before sneezing and spitting on it again--making Marella very glad she had gloves to keep her hands clean once he returned the cache.

Assuming she actually got it back...

She tried to make out what he was saying when he started mumbling a bunch of stuff into the crystal, but the words were all mushed together. He also tapped the cache in so many different places that she doubted even Sophie and Keefe with their fancy photographic memories would be able to re-create the patterns. And he looked so smug as he did it all that Marella decided to look as bored as possible--which was why she was barely paying attention when the cache flared to life, projecting a small hologram of Fintan standing alone in a wide, empty field.

"Huh," Marella mumbled. "Gotta admit, I was expecting something a little more exciting than a tiny glowing Fintan in the middle of nowhere doing...nothing."

"Then you should learn to be more observant." Fintan pointed to the swaying grass around the hologram's feet, and after a few seconds, Marella realized there was a vine of blooming Noxflares. "I figured I'd show you what Noxflares can do, since you're so generously bringing one back into my life."

Marella squinted at the tiny flowers, waiting for something to happen.

And waiting.

"So...they...blow in the wind?" she asked.

Fintan sighed. "No, they do this."

The hologram of Fintan waved his arms, and all the Noxflares erupted with searing white flames.

"Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah, still not seeing why this needed to be a super-hush-hush Forgotten Secret," Marella grumbled as the Fintan hologram flicked his wrist and added purple fire to the white.

Sure, the flames were pretty--but all flames were beautiful.

"Try thinking like a Pyrokinetic!" Fintan snapped. "Tell me, are there any other flowers that could remain intact under such an inferno?"

Marella couldn't think of any.

And the Noxflares still didn't burn when the Fintan hologram added yellow flames to the fiery mix.

but other than clearly being fire-resistant, Marella didn't see the Noxflares actually doing anything--and the hologram of Fintan must've been equally unimpressed.

He frowned at the flaming petals and dragged a hand down his face, mumbling "something's missing."

"Still not seeing the point of this," Marella noted. "I mean..."

Her voice trailed off as the tiny Fintan waved his arms again and blasted the Noxflares with pink flames--which made the flowers spray sparks in every direction.

The effect was breathtaking.

Kind of like the sky during the Celestial Festival.

But that still didn't necessarily scream, THIS MEMORY IS IMPORTANT.

"How come the grass isn't catching fire?" she asked, grasping for anything that might be significant. "Do the Noxflares protect it or something?"

"No, I was protecting it. A pyrokinetic should always be in control of their flames."

He sounded so smug Marella was tempted to remind him that he let five Pyrokinetics die when he tried to teach them how to call down Everblaze and they all lost control--but that would probably make him throw one of his tantrums and send her away.

She needed the cache back first--and to hopefully find something useful in this boring memory. But sadly, all Fintan's hologram did was stare blankly at the stars and mumble "something's missing" again before the image flashed away.

"That's it?" the scary guard demanded, beating Marella to the complaint.

"Yeah, so...you put on a little fire show all by yourself with some spark-shooting flowers," she added, trying to sum up what she'd seen. "You were clearly disappointed by that little show. And then you must've remembered you needed to..."

She waved her hands, cuing Fintan to fill in the blank with whatever was "missing."

But he just stood there, staring at the cache with the same glazed look he always got whenever he started rambling about the beauty of fire--and Marella wished Linh had come with her after all.

Linh could pelt him with snowballs or something to snap him out of it.

But then she realized...

"You never figured out what was missing--did you?"

Fintan blinked and met her gaze. "Noxflares are full of possibility. But they need to burn."

"That doesn't answer my question," Marella noted.

Fintan shrugged. "Context was not part of our bargain."

"yeah, because I figured when I saw the memory, it would be obvious why it's this big Forgotten Secret. How does you setting some flowers on fire and then realizing you did it wrong matter to anyone?"

"I did nothing wrong," Fintan assured her, with a particularly haughty smile--butt Marella wasn't buying it.

There was a tightness around his eyes that was way too familiar.

Her dad had that same tightness every time her mom was having one of her "bad days," and she knew exactly what it meant.

Disappointment.

Frustration.

A hint of helplessness.

So she marched over to the guard and grabbed the frozen Noxflare from the floor--too irritated to even notice how heavy the ice must've been as she hauled it back.

She plopped it in front of Fintan's cell. "Ta-da! One ugly flower, as promised--and I'm sure you're not surprised that I had to freeze it before i brought it down here."

"I'm not." Fintan dropped to his knees and gazed at the Noxflare like he was seeing a long-lost friend.

He pressed his hand against his cell, trying to get as close as he could. "Such power. Such...promise."

"Uh-huh," Marella agreed, letting his stare and stare, hoping it would help him let his guard down.

When his eyes turned a little teary, she went in for the kill.

"But there is something still missing, isn't there? That's why you saved this memory--to remind yourself to keep looking."

A whole lot of painful silence passed before Fintan slowly nodded.

Marella wanted to feel triumphant.

But all she'd done was prove the entire trade had been pointless.

There was no game-changing clue.

No dirty little secret about the past.

Certainly nothing to help them stop their enemies.

And she had a pretty strong hunch the other eight memories in the cache would be just as ridiculous.

"The answer is out there," Fintan murmured. "I can feel it. I just can't grasp it. Perhaps..."

"Perhaps?" Marella prompted when his eyes locked with hers.

Fintan stepped closer to the ice, keeping his voice low, like he didn't want the guard to hear him. "Perhaps a different Pyrokinetic is meant to find the truth. One who's already convinced the Council to trust her."

Marella laughed. "The Council doesn't trust me."

"The fact that you're here for a pyrokinesis lesson says otherwise--particularly since the lesson is with me." He started circling his cell again, mumbling under his breath and nodding. The only words Marella caught were "possible," "improvising," and "best option."

After three more times around the cell, he stopped in front of Marella again, leaning even closer to the icy wall as he whispered, "I believe it's time for me to offer a trade of my own."

"A trade," Marella repeated, not missing the way the scary guard gripped his sword.

Fintan glared at him. "This conversation is between me and my prodigy. She stands here of her own free will, shielded by who knows how many different kinds of protections--and she can leave anytime she pleases. Your presence is no longer needed."

"You still have her gadget," the guard argued.

"I suppose I do. but that can be easily remedied." Fintan set the cache on whatever invisible ledge it had slid down in the first place and gave it a good shove, sending it spinning up the path toward the top of the cell.

The guard had to scramble to catch it when it launched out of the ice bubble.

"See?" Fintan said, shifting his gaze back to Marella. "I can be trusted."

"Pretty sure the only thing I can trust is that you'll do what's best for you," Marella countered.

"As long as you get what you want, why would you care? After all, no matter what, I'm still stuck in here, aren't I?" He waved his arms around his little ice bubble, which suddenly looked way less secure than it had during her other visits. "Oh, relax--all I'm asking for is a little information."

Marella crossed her arms. "Right--and information has never gotten anyone hurt or killed."

"It's not that kind of secret. It's..." He frowned. "Honestly, I don't know what it is--and for someone my age, with my connections, that says something, doesn't it? I doubt any of the Vackers even know the full truth."

"Then how am I supposed to find it?" Marella demanded.

"As I said, you've proven to be quite resourceful. Particularly when you team up with your little friends." He scowled at the guard again before motioning her to step closer--until her ear was practically pressed up against the ice.

A voice in the back of her head kept screaming, WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO HIM?

But...she was curious.

And there was nothing wrong with hearing his offer, was there?

Fintan's breath fogged the ice, obscuring his face as he whispered, "All I ask is that if you ever find out what's missing from the Noxflares, you share it with me."

"Why?" Marella glanced at the frozen flower, wishing she could see something more than just ugly shriveled petals.

"Because I want to know," Fintan said simply. "And because I can give you what you want in return."

"The rest of the memories in your cache," Marella clarified.

Fintan nodded. Then his lips curled into a smile. "And one other--something you've long wondered about, even though you probably don't admit it to yourself."

Marella raised one eyebrow, refusing to show any more interest than that.

Fintan cupped his hands around his mouth and pressed them to the ice before he whispered, "I know what happened to your mother."

Marella sucked in a breath.

"Yes," Fintan added. "I'm talking about her 'accident'--if we can really call it that. I know why she fell. And why her injuries were so incurable."

Marella stumbled back, collapsing into the nearest throne and hugging herself to stop her body from shaking with tremors that had nothing to do with the cold.

A tiny, terrified part of her had always thought the story she'd been told about her mom's fall hadn't totally made sense.

But everyone--everyone--was convinced it had been an accident.

Even her father.

And if it wasn't...

She leaned toward Fintan. "I don't need your games."

"Oh, this definitely isn't a game. But it's the only way you'll ever know the truth, and before you start overthinking everything, consider this: You have all the power here. Make the trade, don't make the trade--it's totally your call. You also don't have to make a decision right away. I'm trapped in this prison. I'll never find the answer on my own--and I'll never know if you find the answer unless you decide to tell me. So there's zero pressure. No one even knows we've had this conversation--and don't worry about the guard. See how frustrated he looks? That's because I made sure he only heard what I wanted him to hear. The rest is our little secret."

Our little secret.

Fintan was probably the last person she should have a secret with.

And yet...he had a point.

No one knew he'd made her this offer--and it wasn't like she'd come to any decision.

She didn't even have the information Fintan wanted anyway!

And with the way their investigations always seemed to go, she'd probably only find a whole lot more questions.

So there was really no point in telling anyone about this.

She could tell them whens he needed to.

If she needed to.

That wouldn't be wrong...would it?

It didn't feel wrong--or it wouldn't have if Fintan's smile wasn't so creepy.

"I'm not agreeing to anything," she said, wanting to make that very clear.

"You're not," Fintan assured her. "So how about we put this out of our minds and get started with our lesson? I'm sure your Hydrokinetic friend is wondering why you haven't come up to practice yet."

Linh was probably starting to worry.

She'd probably also built enough snow animals to make a frozen Sanctuary.

"Fine," Marella said, standing up and dusting ice off her cape. "What do you want me to work on today?"

"How about I teach you how to make those colored flames you saw in the memory," Fintan suggested. "You know, in case that ever comes in handy."

He winked, and the guard groaned and held out the cache to Marella. "Sound like I'm no longer needed."

"You aren't" Fintan agreed.

The guard growled--looking scarier than ever--and turned to march away. But he spun back after a few steps. "He's right that I don't know what he offered you. But I can tell you're tempted. And I hope you're smart enough to reject it. Never make a deal with someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm not," Marella promised.

And she wasn't.

She hadn't made any decisions--except to keep this to herself. But that didn't mean anything.

She was just trying to avoid a ton of drama and arguing and having people give her advice she didn't need.

Plus, everyone has secrets.

Shoot--the great Sophie Foster had more secrets than anyone.

So it was fine.

Everything was fine.

Nothing had changed.

Time to focus on controlling her fire.

And yet, for the rest of the lesson, the tiny spark in her heart burned hotter and hotter and hotter. Whispering a new plea.

Trust me.

#kotlc #haha! did it!#it's entirely possible there are errors here. so if anyone notices one feel free to point it out so I can fix it #this isn't professional or anything #but anyway. wow that short story huh?#major win for the fandom #in my opinion #loss for my poor poor fingers though #my god #did this instead of homework

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Stars Collided || Prologue

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Anakin stood still, as the other younglings stared and whispered at him, he tried his best to tune out what they were saying, but he couldn't help it, as his nails dug into his palms, taking deep breaths, as his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, told him.

They snickered and gasped among themselves, as if he wasn't even there, as if he couldn't even hear them.

But when they ceased, and instead stared at someone behind him, he grew confused, then hopeful, had they finally been caught? Would they finally be made to stop?

"Hello." A small voice said.

He turned around, and instead of seeing a Jedi, as he was hoping, he saw a little girl, in a big poofy dress, a tiara sat atop of her head, and her gloved hands were clasped in front of her.

"Your highness" the Younglings gasped, as they dropped to their knees, and Anakins curiosity grew more, as he continued to stand, looking between them and the fancy looking girl.

"Ani, get down!" One of them hissed.

"You." He looked at the girl, again, and she was pointing at him.

"Me?" He asked, pointing at himself.

"What is your name?"

But before he had time to answer, the question was already answered by someone else.

"That's Ani, your highness, he's still new, he's not from around here." One of them said, stifling a laugh, as the others chuckled to themselves.

He grew angry at the taunt, and ultimately embarrassed, he didn't want this girl to know, he didn't even know her, and she didn't know him, but now she was going to look down on him, just like they do, like everybody does.

"You may rise, and make better use of your time" The girl told them, gesturing with her hand for them to get up. "Ani, will you accompany me?" She held her hand out, to him.

He hesitated, before eventually taking her hand in his, and she pulled him along.

But not before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

"Just him." She told the younglings, that had started to follow them. "Go do something useful, with your time. I would hate to have to tell my father, that the Jedi are doing a terrible job of raising our next generation."

Anakin watched in amusement, as their eyes widened, and they all scurried away, bashfully.

"Wow, your father must be some important guy." Anakin told her, a small smile on his face.

He watched as the girls brows furrowed, as she stared at him, noticing his soft chubby cheeks, and the small gap in his two front teeth, his very blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes.

But then she let out a laugh.

"Ani, do you know who I am?" She asked.

"Should I?" His cheeks started to turn red, he wanted to kick himself, had he just offended this clearly very important girl?

"Oh! I like you already." She squeezed his hand, and his arm, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

But she didn't bother to tell him, as she continued to pull him along, not taking notice how his heart was racing.

They snuck around the Jedi temple, in order to not get told off.

And he was shocked to discover, that somehow, this girl seemed to know where she was going.

They had arrived late to lunch, and he noticed how the younglings around the tables, had all shifted, seemingly to make room at their table, for only her to sit at.

She dragged him along to the back of the room, finding an empty table to sit at.

A worker came along, to hand Anakin a bowl of the usual slop, they served, but hadn't bothered to give the girl any.

"Here is your lunch, Prin-"

"Thank you, you may go now." She told the older looking boy, who had just appeared out of nowhere, to hand her a pink box.

And then he did as she said, hurried away.

"That looks disgusting." Her face screwed up as she looked at his food.

"Tastes it, too." He said, glumly, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

"Here" She scooted closer, towards him. "You can share mine, I have loads."

She opened up the pink box, and just as she had said, there was lots of good looking food.

"No, that's okay." He fought against temptation, not wanting to take from the only other kid that had been kind to him.

"Nonsense, I won't eat it all, anyway" She handed him a juice box, as she sipped from her own strawberry milk. "The chefs always pack me too much."

She shared out the food, between the pair of them, setting out the small sandwiches, cakes, chocolates, fruits and pastries.

The two chatted about all sorts, as they ate together, but none of the things they discussed, had to do with who the girl was, and why she was so important, he noticed how she had an knack to avoid talking about herself, but he didn't want to push her, or do anything to upset her, either.

Once they had finished their lunch, Anakin had found a pack of cards, and they sat in the gardens, as they played together, enjoying the privacy and peacefulness of the place.

"Ani?" A male voice called, interrupting their third game.

"Lovey, where are you?" A booming voice joined the other.

"Lovey?" Anakin asked.

The girl jumped up, as the two men walked towards them.

"Daddy, I made a friend!" She jumped into the mans arms, as Anakin's master, Obi-Wan, joined his side.

"I hear you've been keeping the princess occupied." His master teased, as he lightly elbowed the boy's shoulder.

"Princess?" He asked, again, looking at the girl, who was being hugged by her father.

"That's fantastic, Lovey!" The man grinned widely, as he squeezed the girl in his arms, rocking her.

She wiggled out of his grasp, before joining Anakin, again.

"Daddy, this is Ani, he's a new jedi." She smiled, as she held his hand.

The man got to his knee's in front of the young boy, shaking his other hand, firmly.

"I've heard about you, I've been told that you are going to be a remarkable Jedi, that you're the chosen one."

"Y-yes, sir." He nodded, unsure of himself, he felt embarrassed by the title that had been bestowed to him, all of a sudden.

"Your highness." Obi-Wan corrected.

"Huh?"

"I beg your forgiveness." Obi-Wan told the man. "Ani, this is the king, Of Naboo."

His brows rose high, he was shaking the hand of the king.

He bowed to the man.

"I'm sorry, your highness."

"No need." King Ruwee chuckled. "I take it that my daughter didn't tell you who she is, either."

"Dad..." She mumbled, her cheeks red with embarrassment, as she twisted the toe of her shoe into the stone slab, they were stood on.

"She didn't even tell me her name." Anakin admitted.

"Lovey." Her dad shook his head.

"He didn't know who I was." She shrugged, in defence. "That seems like his problem."

"Would you like to introduce yourself, properly? Your mother would have a fit, if she saw your lack of manners."

"Fine." She turned to face Anakin, switching hands, so now she was shaking it. "Hello, Ani, I'm princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." She said, in a bored tone.

"How do you do, Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." Anakin teased, as he shook her hand, a small smirk on his lips.

Anakin hadn't seen the princess, until a month later, but ever since he had met her, most of his thoughts contained her.

He missed her terribly, and he had only met her, once.

"Ani!" The girl's voice called, as him and the other younglings were leaving breakfast.

"Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." He greeted, as she ran up to him.

"Little Ani, don't call me that." she rolled her eyes, her happy mood turning sour.

"Sorry, princess" he faked sorrow.

"Ani!" She groaned, stomping her foot.

"Okay, okay." He laughed, "Vis, would you like to accompany me, today?" He asked, and in his mind, he was begging her to say yes.

"Yay! Okay!" She cheered, grabbing his hand.

The two had spent the day, much like the first day they met, but this time, Lovisa had opened up to Anakin about her life, her family, including her older sister Padme, who was 14.

Lovisa had told him that Padme can be very, very bossy, and a lot of the time, she told the younger girl to go away, because she was hanging out with her friends, and they all found her annoying, but other times, she told him how nice Padme was to her, she would brush her hair, and fill her in on gossip, or she would read to her in front of their large apple tree, in the orchard, and when her school work was tough, Padme would always help her out.

Anakin watched her eyes, as she described her sister, he could see bounds of love, and her smile was huge, it made him feel all warm inside, even though he had no family with him, it made him happy to see her talk about her own.

After that day, Anakin didn't see her for another three months.

The two were made to sit in on a meeting, with the council and the king.

The two didn't hear much of what was discussed, as they had been too busy playing with two quills, pretending that they were Jedi Knights, but one, Lovisa's quill, had turned evil, and Anakin's quill had to defeat hers.

It was a terrifying and heroic battle, until Obi-Wan had snatched Anakin's quill, back, and Lovisa's father had told her that it was important she was listening, instead of playing like a child, which she had responded with "But daddy, I am a child."

Anakin earned a small slap to the arm, from his master, as he failed to hold in a snort.

Anakin hadn't seen the girl again, until they were both ten, and he had discovered that her new fascination, was learning what a Jedi does, and how they fight.

Anakin had suggested that he could teach her, everything he knew, and she was ecstatic at this, quickly yanking him down the halls, and to the training rooms.

"I can't hit a girl, especially not a princess." Anakin sighed, when Lovisa told him to fight her.

"So if there was an enemy, and she was a girl, you would just let her continue?" Lovisa asked.

"Well, no, but I'm not gonna fight you."

"So you're saying your better than me?" She folded her arms across her chest. “Need I remind you who’s taller?”

"I didn't say that."

"Come on, chosen boy, show me what you got. That's an order." She got into a fighting position.

"I'll get in trouble."

"No, you won't, I promise." She crossed her heart, as she said it.

"Fine, but you asked for it." He then got into a fighting position, too.

They walked around each other, in a circle, before Anakin finally made a move, but Lovisa had dodged it, tripping him up, before pinning his arm behind his back, and straddling him, so that he couldn't get up, as he layed on his tummy.

"Vis, I wasn't ready!" He argued, when she let him go, standing back up and dusting off the skirt of her dress.

"You made the first move." She said, calmly.

"How did you even manage to do that?"

"Kuna taught me." She shrugged.

"What's a Kuna?" He asked. Was that a boy? Did she hang out with other boys? Not like he cared though, why would he care?

"My royal guard, he's sixteen, and his job is to make sure I don't get into trouble, but he's really bad at it."

Anakin rolled his eyes.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Let's go, again."

Anakin didn't manage to beat her, not even once, she managed to get him off his feet, every single time, and he didn't even care, anyone else, and the boy would have been livid, but her, he found himself admiring her, instead, she was remarkable.

The last time they saw each other, they were eleven, and after, Anakin hoped and waited for her return, every single day, but she never came back to the temple, he thought about her all the time, and would talk about her often, to his master, who was quick to remind the boy that attachment was dangerous for a Jedi, which sometimes he would say, just to make the boy shut up, throughout the years, he would wander what she was like, who she hung out with, what she was doing, and what she might look like. Sometimes he found himself looking in the mirror, at his own reflection, wandering what she might think about him, what would she think, to see him all grown up, instead of the little kid, she was a few inches taller than.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Note: request by @andakth. eeek thank you!! I hope you will like this! And to all readers: always feel free to like, reblog and let me know what you thought 🖤

Warnings: angst, hints of suicidal tendencies/destructive behaviour, mention of alcohol, heartbreak, and few degrading insults.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You had been planning a surprise party for your boyfriend, Sihtric, except he thought you were seeing someone else, as you became secretive and distant.

Word count: 5.5k

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'Tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

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'No, no,' you giggled quietly, 'he's not suspecting a thing, I swear. Did you send the invitations to everyone? Okay, good! Thanks! I know. I can't wait to see his face on his birthday. But I should hang up now before he wonders why I'm out in the garden again at night. Yes, bye, bye!'

You opened the backdoor, walking in as nonchalantly as you could and sunk into the couch, next to your boyfriend.

'What were you doing?' Sihtric asked and pulled you closer. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

'Nothing.'

An awkward silence fell, which rarely happened between the two of you in all those 6 years of being together.

'You've been on your phone a lot lately, no?' he chuckled lightly.

'And?' you frowned.

'Well, it's… I mean… just… nevermind. Are we still on for our date night tomorrow?'

Every month you and Sihtric always had at least one date night. In between work, family and friends, it was sometimes tough to spend some quality time together, and the last thing you wanted was for your relationship to become boring. You'd go do something you both liked and it always ended with some hot and steamy sex afterwards. Tomorrow you'd have dinner at your favourite restaurant, then on to see a newly released movie, which Sihtric picked, and after the movie, or perhaps during the movie if it was boring, you'd make sweet love to him.

'Of course,' you smiled and raked your fingers through his long hair.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

Suddenly your phone blew up with messages, and you quickly locked your screen when Sihtric tried to see who it was.

'Who's texting this late? It's nearly midnight.'

'Oh, it's… some group chat I got dragged into. But hey, I'm going to bed. You joining, babe?'

Sihtric gave you a confused look and felt something was off. You usually never hid your phone from him, but he noticed you did it a lot the past few weeks, and he knows you hate group chats so much, you always leave them immediately. That, and the fact you had been making a lot of phone calls late at night was making him feel uneasy. Sihtric tried to shake the feeling each day and blamed it on him just being tired from another day's work. But he just knew you were keeping something from him.

'I'll come up after I finish my drink.'

'Okay,' you smiled and leaned in to him, tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and trailed your fingers slowly over his cheek to his chin, pushing up slightly to kiss his lips, 'good night, handsome. I love you.'

'Good night, honey, love you too.'

'You better,' you grinned, 'don't stay up too late.'

*************

You: babe I'm so sorry

You: we have to cancel date night :(

You: I suddenly have to work longer tonight

Sihtric: for real?

Sihtric: babyyyyyy

Sihtric: :(

You: I'm so sorry sweetie I promise I'll make it up

Sihtric: what time are you off? We can still get a drink maybe?

Shit, you thought, he's not letting it go easy. You didn't have to work overtime, but Uhtred texted you and wrote it was urgent, as it was for Sihtric's surprise party in two weeks. Sihtric loved this fancy Asian place downtown, and Finan had just found out that, if you paid enough, they'd do catering at home, but it needed to be decided tonight if you wanted to get it all fixed in time.

You: I'm sorry babe but I don't know. There's some issues with the computers… data is lost and all that

Sihtric: for fuck sakes :'(

Sihtric: well… text me when you're done okay? I don't want you taking the bus back home late at night, I'll come pick you up

You: ohh, my private driver makes an appearance again?

Sihtric: I'll give you a private ride later, and I'm not talking about my car baby

You: you're already driving me wild ;)

Sihtric: … you just killed the mood

You giggled and kicked your feet stupidly. He still had that effect on you after all those years. And you knew for a fact that Sihtric was laughing out loud back home now, he loved your stupid puns. And god, how you loved that boy. You were both simply smitten, from the start all up until now, it was probably sickening to some people.

You hated having to cancel your night with Sihtric, but you knew he was going to lose his mind when his birthday arrived. You, Finan, Uhtred and Osferth had been planning a surprise party for months already, but now that date got closer, it started to become trickier to get things done. Uhtred had arranged the invitations and sent them out to everyone, Finan had looked into the food, and you were making sure to get a deal with that restaurant tonight, while Osferth had been using his connections to get a good dj to play at the party for a decent price. You were in charge of the decorations and simply the person to contact if anyone had a question. It had been hard to keep it hidden from Sihtric, making you a little more secretive and even distant at times as there was so much to take care of, and last night was a close call when he almost saw the group chat.

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The meeting at the restaurant had taken up most of the night. By the time you were done it was already past midnight and you knew Sihtric would be asleep already, so you didn't bother to take your phone out to text him. Therefore you also had no idea Sihtric had been texting and calling you for a few hours already. Uhtred insisted on driving you home and dropped you off at the corner of your street. You locked the front door behind you and tried to be as quiet as possible, so you wouldn't wake up Sihtric.

'Where have you been?'

Sihtric's low voice startled you and you dropped your keys. The house was completely dark so you expected him in bed.

'Fuck! Babe, you scared the hell out of me! Why are you sitting in the dark?'

You chuckled lightly at your scare while kicking your shoes off and switched on a light.

'You didn't answer my question.'

You didn't recognize the look on his face or the tone in his voice. And to be honest, it frightened you a little. Sihtric was always impressive looking. Tall, muscular, a neck tattoo and a few finger tattoos, a couple of scars graced his stunning face and all that combined with his dark, shoulder length, permanently messy looking hair made him the typical handsome mysterious guy. But you knew about his troubled past and also knew Sihtric was self destructive if he'd spiral out of control. Since he got together with you it had overall had gone really well. But you couldn't place the energy he gave you right now and it worried you.

'Sihtric, are you okay?'

'You tell me.'

'H-have you been drinking?' you asked cautiously as you walked over to him.

'Answer my fucking question!' he suddenly snapped, for the first time in all those years he raised his voice at you in anger.

'Sihtric, what the hell is going on wi-'

'I called your work an hour ago,' he interrupted, awfully calm again and your stomach dropped, 'they told me you weren't there and that you didn't work any overtime tonight. So I texted and I called you, worried sick about your whereabouts,' he scoffed, 'and you didn't answer, or even read anything. And then you show up out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, perfectly happy.'

'Babe, I… I went for a drink with the boys,' you half lied.

Sihtric nodded and clicked his tongue, 'while you were supposed to go out with me? Okay.'

He got up from the couch and walked past you, not even looking into your eyes and he said, 'your boss also told me you haven't worked any overtime at all these past few weeks.' And he made his way upstairs.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry, I-' you got interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed shut loudly.

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You expected that the next day would be better, Sihtric just had to sleep it off. He could never stay mad at you, even if this was the angriest he had been with you.

It was Saturday morning when the sun woke you up. You felt Sihtric was still in bed so, as usual, you nestled against his side and pecked his cheek sleepily to wake him up. Sihtric loved it when you did that, always humming softly with a smile on his face when you planted soft kisses all over him before you dozed off in his arms again.

'Hey, pretty boy,' you whispered when he blinked sleepily, and you wrapped an arm around him to get closer, but he quickly brushed your arm away and abruptly got out of bed.

'Baby?' you called after him, half awake, 'where are you going? It's still early and it's the weekend. Want you in bed with me, love.'

Sihtric never replied and stomped down the stairs. You didn't understand, but quickly dozed off again.

When you went downstairs, hours later, you found Sihtric asleep on the couch. You frowned at the sight of your breathtaking man, but figured that maybe he just couldn't sleep anymore when you had kissed him awake so he had gone downstairs, only to still be taken by sleep. You woke him up when you had made him breakfast, which he reluctantly seemed to eat as he sat across from you at the kitchen table. Another sign that something was wrong, because Sihtric loved it when you made him breakfast, yet now he could barely swallow it down.

'Honey, what is going on?'

'Nothing,' he said curtly.

'Babe, you haven't been yourself-'

Sihtric spooked you as he smashed his cup down on the wooden table, and you looked at him with big eyes.

'Uhtred said he never saw you last night,' he spat.

'what?'

'Finan said he never saw you last night.'

You felt your cheeks heat up as he spoke. Obviously he had asked the boys if they had seen you last night, as it was odd for you to grab a drink with them without inviting Sihtric, and naturally, the boys had denied seeing you as they thought he was suspecting something about the surprise party. So they all made up alibis and covered up their meeting with you at the restaurant. And both alibis you had given Sihtric, where now known as lies to him.

'And, guess what,' Sihtric chuckled lightly but insincere, 'Osferth said he never saw you either.'

He sat back and tilted his head slightly, licking his lips as he crossed his arms and stared at you, waiting for another lie to come out of your mouth. You contemplated telling him the truth, but you were so close to his birthday now, you didn't want to ruin everything you had all worked on for so long. He would get over this in a day or two.

'What are you trying to say, Sihtric?'

'Where were you last night?'

'I already told you.'

'No,' he raised his voice, 'tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

'Are you accusing me of something here?'

You watched Sihtric suddenly get up. He took his car keys and slipped on his shoes, then he slammed the front door behind him without saying another word. You sat shocked and bewildered in your quiet home and you immediately texted the three men.

You: guys, serious fucking problem here

You: Sihtric found out both reasons I gave him for not being home last night are a lie

Finan: aye I thought it was odd he asked us if we had seen you

Uhtred: what did he say?

Osferth: I'm sorry… I didn't know you told him you had a drink with us

You: no it's not your fault, I never expected Sihtric to become suspicious enough to ask you guys

You: but he has been pissed off since last night

You: he just stormed out the door

Finan: he just texted me

Finan: forwarded message:

Sihtric: are you home? I need a fucking drink.

You: fuck…

Finan: what did you tell him?

You: nothing, I couldn't come up with another lie…

Uhtred: Finan, let us know what he says. We can't let this spiral out of control.

Osferth: I think we just have to be honest to him…

Uhtred: no!

Finan: no!!!!!

You: I considered it but we're so close to the party…

Uhtred: we have to keep this up for a few more days, okay?

You: I agree. Please keep an eye on him, Finan, text me if there's something I need to know.

Osferth: okay, but it doesn't feel right

Finan: not a word to Sihtric! And I will keep you updated lady

*************

Finan had informed everyone that Sihtric hadn't said a single things about his struggle with you. Sihtric claimed he needed a drink because work had been stressing him out, and when Finan left the pub, Sihtric left with him and he swore he saw Sihtric get into his car, sober enough to drive as he only had one beer. You all sighed in relief. It was probably not as bad as you feared it was and you weren't really worried about him when he didn't show up after Finan told you he had left the pub over an hour ago already. You assumed he had gone for a walk near the river, which he often did to clear his head. But when it was already after dinner time, and he still wasn't home, you tried to call him. When he didn't answer, you texted him.

You: hey love, coming home soon?

Hours passed and you were simply left on read. You were about to go to bed, feeling slightly sick because you couldn't shake the feeling things were not okay, until Sihtric suddenly got home.

'Sihtric?' you jumped up from the couch, 'where have you been? I was so worried about you, babe.'

He didn't look at you and then you saw the state he was in. Completely drunk, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol and he simply looked like shit, albeit still handsome. But then you wondered how the hell he got home.

'Hey… hey, did you drive home like this?' you asked firmly, but he ignored you, 'Sihtric!'

'No!' he snarled, struggling to take off his shoes before he stumbled up the stairs, barely able to stand on his legs, he climbed into bed, not even bothering to change his clothes before he passed out. Tonight you slept on the couch. And you slept separately for a few more days after that.

***************

There were only 2 days left until the party now, and the past few days had been a struggle. You both had been working during the day and only saw each other during dinner. Or at least, you hoped. Sihtric had no desire to eat with you, so each evening he took his plate and ate in front of the tv. Whenever you joined him he would simply ignore you and he barely spoke to you. And you had enough of it.

'We're going to talk about this now.'

'There's nothing to talk about,' he huffed.

'Clearly there is!'

'If you want to talk, you can call your lover or whoever the fuck you've been texting and calling day and night. Don't think I never noticed how you're on your phone when you thought I was asleep. I hear you giggle and whisper in the garden at night, and you became distant around the same time too. I'm not a fucking idiot.'

'I'm sorry, what? You… you don't actually think I'm… I'm cheating or something? Babe, after all these years?' You were heartbroken at his accusation, and you wanted to come clean so badly but it was only two more sleeps. Two more mornings until he'd understand it all.

'I don't even care if you are seeing someone else,' he shrugged, but clearly hurt, 'if my cock's not good enough for you anymore then go, leave, find someone else.'

'You… you got this all wrong.'

'Stop being such a lying bitch!' Sihtric suddenly yelled.

You teared up as he broke in tears and he sprinted up the stairs, only to storm out the door several minutes later, once again without saying another word to you.

************

You: Sihtric, please, come back home! Why did you take most of your clothes?! Where are you??????

You: I swear it's not what you think

You: I promise you will understand it soon

Sihtric: I understand it perfectly clear

You: babe where are you?!

Sihtric: far away from you love

Sihtric: so don't worry about me

Sihtric: you can do your thing now baby

Sihtric: go whore around like you've been doing already

Sihtric: enough men will enjoy a pretty little thing like you

Sihtric: so have fun baby girl because I'm done

Sihtric: we're done.

You: Sihtric no please listen

Sihtric: don't ever fucking text me again.

You: SIHTRIC

You: NO WAIT!!!

You: BABY CALL ME!!! PLEASE!!

Your hands were shaking and then you suddenly saw your last message was not delivered: you had been blocked. You called Uhtred as you sobbed uncontrollably, but he barely understood you on the phone so he said he'd come over.

***************

'He left me!' you sobbed as you nearly fell in Uhtred's arms.

'What?'

'He broke up with me, he t-took his clothes and he- he blocked my number,' you broke down again and couldn't get out another word.

'Sihtric broke up with you?! Why?'

'He- he thinks I'm cheating…'

'What? No! Fuck!'

Uhtred sat you down on your couch and called Sihtric, putting him on speaker so you could hear him too.

'Uhtred?' Sihtric's voice sounded hoarse, clearly he had been crying.

'Sihtric, where are you?'

'On my way to Finan… if he's home.'

'You come back home, now. Right now, Sihtric,' Uhtred said sternly, 'what the hell are you thinking? Breaking up with you girl? For what?'

'She's fucking cheating on me, Uhtred!' his voice made you cry again, you had never heard him sound this broken and angry before, but you kept as quiet as possible.

'No, Sihtric, go home and meet me there. Now!'

'No! I never have to see that bitch again!'

'You better get back here or I will beat the shit out of you when I find you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Sihtric! Listen to me!' Uhtred yelled at his phone, 'she has been talking and texting these past few weeks with me! She's planning a surprise party for your birthday, you fucking idiot!'

Silence. Which lasted for seconds and you held your breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked.

'She's been organising a surprise party for you. Of course she couldn't tell you who she was calling with. And we had to call that late at night in the hopes you would be asleep or simply not notice it!'

'You called her?'

'He did!' you suddenly yelled out, 'baby, please! Come back!' you cried.

'Oh. Oh, he's with you now?' Sihtric's voice became slightly higher, mocking as he felt betrayed, 'you've been calling and texting one of my best friends behind my back?'

'What?!' you yelled.

'For your party!' Uhtred shouted.

'Yeah, sure. Okay. Hey, have fun together, yeah? Go fuck yourselves.'

Sihtric broke the connection and you looked at Uhtred in disbelief.

'He thinks you're… cheating with me?' Uhtred said, shocked, not knowing what to do.

You started sobbing again and Uhtred called Finan, who immediately came over to your home. In all the confusion and stress Uhtred forgot to mention that Sihtric was on his way to Finan. So when Sihtric rang Finan's doorbell, no one opened up. Then he went to Osferth, who hadn't seen the groupchat yet which explained what was going on, and he happily let Sihtric in.

'She's been cheating?'

'With Uhtred!' Sihtric said as he downed another few shots. He couldn't numb himself fast enough, and Osferth had all kinds of alcohol for that.

'Uhtred?' Osferth frowned, confused. Osferth was a good guy, but a little naive, he had no idea this was all connected to the surprise party, and he genuinely thought you were cheating on Sihtric for amoment.

'The bitch,' Sihtric spat, 'I gave her everything! Everything! My entire fucking heart. My life. And she just… Fuck!' he kicked Osferth's table in anger, causing the tiny, empty liquor bottles to fall over, and he broke down in tears. 'I don't know what to do,' Sihtric cried, face buried in his hands, 'I love her so much. I can't seem to breathe… I can't fucking breathe without her. I lost everything… it's… I just want to die.'

'No, no,' Osferth said quickly, wrapping his arms around Sihtric's shocking shoulders, 'you… you have to talk to her. She… she loves you. I don't understand.'

'I just want to fucking die,' Sihtric cried in Osferth's arms.

*************

'Are ye fucking joking?' Finan said, bewildered once he heard the whole story from you and Uhtred. He took out his phone and called Sihtric.

'Yeah?' Sihtric picked up, clearly drunk.

'Sihtric! Ye come back home, now. This has been a misunderstanding.'

'Y-you're with… with the t-traitor and that.. That w..whore?' he slurred heavily.

'Aye, ye bastard! No one's cheating on ye!'

'Sihtric, come home, please!' you yelled.

'Are you with.. With them, Fin? Are… you defending them?' Sihtric chuckled drunk, 'oh… oh you're fu--fucking her too, huh?' Sihtric giggled, 'I knew it… you… you fucking… Irish..fucking…prick,' he belched, 'fuck…. youuuu! And fuck that stupid bitch! And fuck.. Fuck all of you!'

'No, ye donkey!' Finan snarled, 'we're planning a surp-

'Hey, hey, Osferth!' Sihtric slurred to his friend next to him, 'Finan's …do…doing her too!' he laughed.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred snapped.

But Sihtric hung up.

*************

'I'm going over to Osferth,' you sniffled, 'he has to be at his place.'

'No, it will cause more harm,' Uhtred warned you.

'Aye, he's drunk as hell, there's no talking with him now. Let him sober up.'

*********

'What? Finan?' Osferth frowned.

'I… I could've known… I saw a group chat… she's in a groupchat with all of them.'

'A group chat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, nearly cross eyed from the amount of alcohol in his system, 'I bet it's… a group fuck… Osferth?'

'Yes?'

'Are you in- in that chat?'

'What?'

'Are y-you… fucking her… her too?'

Suddenly poor Osferth made the connection. Sihtric had seen the late night group texts from the birthday chat.

'Oh, heavens. Sihtric, you need to sleep.'

'I need to die,' Sihtric chuckled, which slowly faded into a pained expression and a trembling lip. Sihtric pushed his hands in his hair and started to cry, 'I feel so fucking empty. My heart hurts… my… my chest aches so much and I can't breathe. I don't… I don't want to live like this.'

'Go sleep this off, we will talk tomorrow.'

Osferth helped Sihtric over to his couch, and he waited until he was sure Sihtric was asleep. Then he took out his own phone.

Osferth: Sihtric is asleep on my couch

Osferth: he thinks you're all sleeping together

Finan: fucking dickhead he is

Uhtred: what did you tell him?

You: is he okay? Please tell me if he is okay? Is he hurt?

Osferth: well he's heartbroken, so I suppose he is hurt…

You: please keep an eye on him, Osferth, I don't know what he is capable of right now…

Osferth: and I didn't tell him anything

Osferth: I actually only just made the connection myself

Osferth: he thinks this group chat is just a chat to have group… sex

You: what!?

Uhtred: does he know you're in it?

Osferth: no…

Finan: that explains why he thinks this is a sex group chat

Finan: he wouldn't think so anymore if ye told him you're in it

Osferth: prick

You: guys shut the fuck up

You: I need Sihtric back… I can't live without him

Uhtred: Finan and I are staying over here tonight, you get Sihtric here as soon as he wakes up!

Osferth: I will, I promise.

***********

Sihtric had woken up around noon, with a huge hangover. Osferth told him to shower and put on some clean clothes while he would make something to eat. Reluctantly, Sihtric did as he was told. In the shower he remembered bits and pieces of the previous day, and he started crying his heart out. When he joined Osferth at his kitchen table, he sniffled as he fought his nonstop tears.

'I am driving you over after you eat, you need to talk to her. And eat!'

'I can't face her,' Sihtric said, barely louder than a whisper, wiping away a tear as another already rolled down, 'I can't even think of her. It hurts too much. I… I thought,' he let out a sob, 'I was going to propose after my birthday.'

'And you still will!' Osferth said, 'you will talk to her, and I promise you, everything will be fine. You just need to listen and hear us out.'

'Please don't make me see her,' he cried softly, 'don't do that to me.'

'Eat!'

*********

You had barely slept. You sat on the couch, Finan and Uhtred were in the kitchen making lunch. Your doorbell rang and you jumped up. You opened the door and the hope on your face of seeing Sihtric slipped off like a mask. It was the Asian catering, 5 chefs strong with an insane amount of food loaded in their truck. The party wouldn't start until 6 in the evening, but it was a task to prepare all the food, so the deal was they'd arrive around noon to set everything up and prep.

'Oh, dear god,' you murmured. Uhtred and Finan came running, thinking it was Sihtric, and they froze at the sight of the cooks. You couldn't turn them away now, you had paid a lot of money for it and you had to eat something after all. Make the most of it.

***********

Osferth couldn't stand Sihtric's whining anymore.

'Everything is so dark today,' Sihtric sniffled, 'even the weather. As if the sun has left us, because he fell in love with another planet and wanted to warm her.'

Osferth rolled his eyes. Sihtric was like a heartbroken poet, and a bad one at that.

'My heart is as empty as my casket, which is expecting my broken soul soon,' he sniffled again, 'I feel as if she was a rose. The prettiest rose in the garden. And by her beauty I was blinded, and didn't see her thorns. Until I found myself bleeding, completely empty, for she had stung me.'

'Jesus Christ, Sihtric, enough!' Osferth groaned, 'Listen!'

And so Osferth explained everything, showing him the group chat, showing him the texts with the dj, everything. He wanted Sihtric to hear it all from you, but he simply couldn't hear another word out of Sihtric's mouth.

***********

Osferth: I told him everything

You: what?! What did he say?

Osferth: I wanted him to hear it from you but he wouldn't shut up and kept crying

You: oh no my poor baby

Finan: great, ye got her crying too now….

Osferth: I'm sorry… I will be over within an hour

Uhtred: with Sihtric?

Finan: Osferth??????

You: will Sihtric come along??

Uhtred: Osferth?!

Osferth had already locked his phone again as he got distracted by Sihtric, who asked with a trembling voice and trembling hands how on earth you could unblock a number.

*******

Sihtric: baby!

Sihtric: I'm so sorry!! I love you!!!

Sihtric: please answer me please!!

Sihtric: I've been so fucking stupid baby please answer me!!!

You didn't have your phone on you as you had 5 chefs running around your house and garden who asked where they could set everything up. You explained to them that there wouldn't be a party anymore, but that they were free to prepare everything, as it was paid for already. They frowned but continued with their work. To your shock, the DJ also arrived to set his stuff up, and he was too busy to hear you out and you felt like crying. Again. Which you did. Until the doorbell rang again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you opened the door.

'Osferth?' you sobbed.

'Oh, sweetheart,' Osferth mumbled when he saw the state you were in, 'I-'

'Baby!' Sihtric shouted, desperately and in tears as he shoved Osferth aside, mid sentence, to run up to you and pull you in his arms.

'Sihtric!' you cried, your face buried in his chest as you clung onto him.

'I'm so sorry, babe, I'm so fucking sorry. Osferth told me everything this morning and showed me all the texts. I feel so stupid. I'm so sorry, for everything I've said and done.'

'I'm sorry too,' you sobbed, 'I didn't see how upset you were, I just ignored it. Simply because I was selfish and didn't want to spoil my surprise for you. I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much.'

You pulled back to look into his red and teary eyes. Sihtric cupped your cheeks with his trembling hands and panic kissed you all over your face.

'I love you. So fucking much. I… I don't deserve it but… p-please, will you take me back, my love?'

'Sihtric,' you sniffled, taking his face in your hands, 'as far as I'm concerned we never broke up. You weren't thinking straight, you were drunk and I was hiding all this from you. You're still mine. You have always been mine. I never want to sleep another night with you.'

'Neither do I,' Sihtric said and he pecked your lips quickly in between words, 'I'm so sorry. I love you, baby, I love you so much.'

'I love you too,' you chuckled lightly through your tears and kissed his lips.

Finan and Uhtred had also made their way to the door and watched how you kissed each other as if you had been separated for a lifetime.

'I'm glad this is solved,' Finan whispered to Uhtred, 'but I won't lie… it was nice to see them not devouring each other for once, aye?'

Uhtred snorted and poked Finan with his elbow as a warning. Then both men cleared their throats, to which you reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to look at them.

'Are we good?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, who kept an arm circled around you and he held his hand out to Uhtred. Uhtred smiled and accepted the gesture.

'We're good,' Sihtric said, 'and I'm sorry. Finan?'

'Aye?'

'Are we good?'

'That depends. Ye going to call me an Irish fucking prick again?'

'That depends,' Sihtric smiled. Finan pulled him in for a hug, squeezing you as well and quickly Uhtred and Osferth joined in.

'I think we should add Sihtric to the group chat and change the title to group hug,' you said.

All men laughed at your joke and decided to give you a moment with Sihtric, to really talk things out. You thanked them and took Sihtric upstairs to talk in private.

And you talked. You talked for at least an hour to clear everything up and to understand each other's feelings. And shortly after that, Sihtric had pulled you in bed with him, where he was quick to remove your clothes as you took off his. And you made love. Gentle, sweet and slow love, savouring every inch of each other with your lips. And then you cuddled. You kissed each other endlessly, everywhere you possibly could. Until you had both recovered, and went for another round. And this time you couldn't call it love making. This time you simply fucked. You fucked hard, rough, passionate and loud, like wild animals.

And when you were done, you once again cuddled, kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other until you both recovered and got dressed again. And completely oblivious, and blinded by love, you walked down the stairs, Sihtric behind you as he held your hand, and you both got the biggest scare of your lives when suddenly your entire living room was filled with friends and family as they jumped up and shouted 'surprise!'.

There would be a party after all.

And Sihtric couldn't believe you had put this all together, and even cried with happiness when he got to eat his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant. Everyone got drunk, except for you and Sihtric. You had to make sure no one would grab their car keys while drunk, and Sihtric couldn't stand the idea of alcohol anymore after his hangover earlier that day. You both danced all night, his hands never left your body and your lips were almost constantly pressed on his skin. You danced until your legs hurt, completely sober and completely drunk in love.

And many years later, you'd tell this story to your children, every year on your husband's birthday. You'd both laugh about it when you recall the memory, and ever since that day, it became a tradition to have sex twice on the night of his birthday.

And every year Sihtric would tell you that undressing you was more exciting than unwrapping any of the presents he had received earlier that day.

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #modern!sihtric

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half-dead-writer · 1 month

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You know what we need? You Niel with a girl boss gf. Imagine it, neil with a hot rich girlfriend that likes to spoil him. The others reactions would be funny asf too

I would absolutely spoil him, if only I was rich 😩 Thank you for your request! There needs to be more Neil content!! I changed it to gn so I hope you don't mind

Young Neil with a hot and rich S/O

character: Young Neil Nordegraf (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: 750

reader: gender neutral

warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

ok first off

how the hell did he end up with you?

he thought he was like, way out of your league

you're hot, pretty wealthy from what he knew about you- and him? he was just some 20 year old guy, living in Stephen's house

Neil had an undeniable crush on you but never really bothered to confess it

I mean, technically you never asked??

ok truthfully he just didn't think he had any chances

he "waited for you to make the first move", he would tell you everything, if only you asked

until, with some luck on his side and the stars aligning, you did

"Neil, would you wanna be my boyfriend?" Even though it was barely visible through his poker face, it was clear he was caught off guard by the question. The warmth travelled straight to his ears, a stark contrast in comparison to his face. His weird quirk was not being able to blush through his cheeks. You noticed it right away. "I like you. A lot," Eyes open wide were scanning your facial structure, almost as a distraction for the sudden shift in the mood. "It's a yes, I take it?" You smiled, not expecting such a fast answer. "Yeah," he deadpanned, seeming a bit dazed. It took him a short moment to spit out his next words, "Can I hug you?" A light chuckle hit his ears, of course he would ask such question after being asked out, you thought. It was honestly adorable. "Of course," you grinned, quickly clinging to him like a snake. An awkward second passed until he reciprocated. Outwardly he was still a bit in disbelief of the entire thing happening, but inside he was bubbling with joy. Or maybe it was vomit? Probably both, but he decided not to dwell on it. Aside from a few times you decided to sit close to him, the warmth of your body, let alone a hug from you, was something he would never expect to get after just asking. And your smell- The perfume you wore was a thing he always immediately recognized, it was like your trademark. it brought him comfort having you up so close.

The gang's reactions were of course- the way you'd expect them to be.

"Neil is there anything you're hiding from us? Do you use some fancy brand of cologne that make others go crazy?" Kim's eyes stared at you from under her bangs, not judgemental, yet very confused. Neil, of course, smelled himself, "no, I smell just like I usually do," he responded with certainty. "Wow," was Stephen's addition to the convo, "almost makes me jealous! I mean- with all due respect of course, Y/N" Everyone's attention was turned to the doors being flung open, Scott visibly surprised was standing on the other side. He was late to the meeting. "Neil is dating Y/N??"

Neil was a pretty easy to maintain boyfriend

that didn't stop you from absolutely spoiling him though

new video game? got it babe

you want starbucks? I'll get you 2 cinnabuns along with it

new clothes? only the comfiest ones

he was pretty surprised when you first offered to buy him such expensive stuff

he doesn't need much, but of course he appreciates every gift you give him

he just wishes he could get you something like that as well, which his budget doesn't really allow for

you reassure him he doesn't have to buy you anything, that his presence is enough for you

Wallace won't spare his quips about him being your sugar-baby, though

one time Neil thought to show his appreciation to you by making you both a fancy dinner

which turned out- pretty horrible

You tried to be polite by taking a bite, but the offending flavor attacked your tastebuds without holding back, forcing you to quickly wash down the taste with a sip of water, "It's um... not the worst thing I had?" Neil gazed at your reaction, taking a bite himself, outright spitting it out after, "ewwh- it tastes so bad," he scrunched, "you really think it's not the worst?"" "... Yeah it's pretty bad," you smiled softly, amused by the reaction to his own creation. "Wanna order take-out?" He looked at you expectantly, not even trying to argue about the quality of the food. "On it," you said, phone already in your hand.

#scott pilgrim takes off #x reader #imagine #requests open #inbox open #spto #spto x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #young neil #headcanons #drabble #young neil nordegraf #neil nordegraf #young neil x reader #neil nordegraf x reader #young neil nordegraf x reader

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richeeduvie · 3 months

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how would princesa celebrate Father’s Day with Lalo??

In a way that's going to make him have her celebrate father's day with more kids.

"What's the cake for?"

"It's father's day."

She's trying to draw hearts with icing. She drew Lalo. And his mustache. Bebito is a very stereotypical cartoon of a baby, singular hair curl and all.

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot."

Princesa almost asks if Ignacio didn't call his dad. But she knows better, so she just writes Lalo's name in red.

Bebito babbles in their high chair, munching on a cereal loop in their chubby fist.

"It's just the cake, really. And a card. And dinner. I didn't know what else to do."

"That sounds like enough...and you did the whole giving him a child thing, so I think that's enough too."

Princesa smiles. "If you think of it that way, but it's just he's such a good papa." She turns to the dining room. "You have such a good papa, hm? And you are such a good baby."

Bebito coos, smiling when their brought into their mama's arms. Princesa bounces them, Nacho watches from across the kitchen.

"I was thinking maybe I should get him a present. I meant to ask you if we can go somewhere earlier."

"If you want."

Even though everything else is enough. Princesa smiles and soon enough, all three of them are in his car. Nacho's car has a car seat for Bebito. They're off to men's store and lunch.

Bebito lies on those waiting chairs they have in fancy clothing stores, which they're in. Princesa holds a colorful, patterned button up to Ignacio's chest. He looks at her hands.

"I think he'd like this."

"...Yeah."

"Would Papa like this, baby?"

The baby stares up at the ceiling, waving their arms.

"What a cute family. Happy father's day."

They look up to find a lady smiling at them. This happens more often than whatever sits in Nacho can handle.

"Thank you."

And Princesa never denies it. Nacho takes the shirt from her when she picks up Bebito.

"He'll like the new shirts, hopefully. And the cigars."

"It's not a question on if he'll like them. He'll like them."

Bebito makes a small, gurgled noise.

"They agree."

They go home, but Nacho's breath slows when he sees that Lalo's gotten home earlier.

"I hope he didn't see the cake. It was meant to be a surprise."

Her voice is coated with a soft worry. She takes her baby out of the car seat, a quick-skip dash as Nacho tries to hold onto his lungs. He shuts the car's backdoor after he's taken cigars next to Bebito's seat.

"Lalo?"

She's caught him in the doorway, back turned to her. Princesa tilts her head. Bebito plays with her sleeve.

"You expecting me to be home this early?"

"...No, but did you see it?"

Lalo sighs, wipes his mouth. "See what, Princesa? You said there was nowhere to go today-"

"Oh, good!"

Princesa puts Bebito down in the living room. On the floor, which confuses Lalo always, but when his girl explained to him that it was so they don't have to worry about them falling off the bed or couch, he thinks it's just funny. It's just Bebito flat on the back, wiggling in the middle of the room.

She can't help but smile when pulling out the cake. It's giddy, giggly.

"Happy father's day. Papa's day."

Lalo doesn't blink, his eyes come down to the sight of a chocolate, decorated cake. He breathes evenly.

"We just needed to get some presents for you." She sniffles, she's hoping so badly that things are good. "...Do you like it?"

And suddenly, Lalo's smiling so brightly - so wide with his lips and teeth.

"Oh, Lalo - the cake!"

He almost smashed it between them, Lalo puts in on the counter.

"What a good Mama I have, huh? You love Papa so much, you're so sweet, sweet girl. Mwah!"

Lalo swings her around before running off to the living room, picking up a squealing Bebito.

"What do you have to say to Papa, Bebito?"

"...Brr."

"You are welcome. I am such a good father, you're right. No wonder why your mama made a cake for me."

He puts them back to the floor before picking Princesa up, throwing her around in his arms. Lalo kisses her all over. It's a warm father's day.

"Can't having me think you left me alone on father's day, Princesa."

"Can I smoke one of your cigars?"

Lalo stops in his steps to take her up to their room.

"Huh?"

"I got you a father's day present. Just-Ignacio."

Ignacio's at the bottom of the stairwell.

"We got something for you."

Lalo's staring at Ignacio, only thrown off with red in his muscles when Princesa pecks at his neck and cheek.

"Watch the kid for me, Nacho."

And they're up the stairwell, Princesa's feet never touching the ground. Nacho picks Bebito up from the floor, staring at the cigar box on the table.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader

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vlassk · 3 months

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False God

A/N sorry this took forever works been rough. Ik Guardian and Crows love story isnt really a thing but i mean... rip Manda...iykyl. this is a tad long and kinda slow. Just in case yall are too lazy to catch up on the story.

Pairing- Uldren/Crow sov x Guardian

Cade-6 x Guardian??

Enemy to lovers

Angsty

Warnings: swearing, violence (lmk if theres more)

You stop by the tower to get more weapons and necessities. Feeling that emptiness after that fignt with uldren. Of course, you look fine by dont feel it after the random altercation.

"Y/n. What is the matter?" Ikora stands straight. Your back is hunched as you're meditating. You looked tired.

"I'm just... i don't know. " You look down at your lap

"Well, is it about going into the Black Garden?" Ikora starts to walk towards you

"No..."

"Is it...Cayde?!" The death stare she gave, the thought of her Fire team member being anything but amazing to you hurt her.

"No........."

"So whats the matter?" Her face going to confusion

"Its Uldren Sov. Prince of the Reef" your ghost pops out for a second, going from your shoulder to your lap.

"Ghost?!" You cover them with some fabric, hoping Ikora didn't care.

"What happened? Too fancy for us?" She sits next to you, rolling her eyes.

"No no..."

"We got into a fight..."

"Are you alright?"

"Hah yeah,.you should see him. But the thing is, he just invalidated my life. I mean, it really shouldn't bother me. i made sure HE knew that, but... I've tried so hard to make my way up here. He seemed so confident that im going to die on there.."

"Y/n...maybe its time you build a fire team. Stop going solo. But dont confuse that for me thinking you can't do this alone. That kid has no idea what you've been through. You can do it, " ikora smiles, putting a hand on your shoulder. With the other hand, she straightens your back.

"Sit straight as you meditate young Guardian"

"Ohhh, it's the Guardian!" You turn to see Cayde, you smile a bit, letting him walk over to you. Cayde smiles at Ikora, kissing You on your head before sitting on the floor next to you both.

"Hello Cayde," you smile, leaning into him

"This isn't my scene. I'm going to see Zavala," ikora nudges you before getting up and leaving.

"Ive noticed youre having a hard time y/n, do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, i mean, i think im just questioning a lot. I mean, the Awoken live on this space, Reef. It's creepy and beautiful. But i have yet to meet a good person"

"Oh?"

"And here i am, traveling the Systems. Their Queen is strong i can tell she has influence and power. But her brother, he just seems dark. Maybe it's just from being in the shadows, but i just feel like he's jealous of me being able to be me without someone who keeps me in a shadow. Without worrying about a final death..."

" Now you shine brighter than our Light. No way a shadow can be casted onto you," Cayde boops your nose

You smile, still looking down at your ghost. Who's looking over the last city.

"Thank you, cayde." You place a small kiss on his cheek before getting up your ghost being put away.

"Im going to destroy that, Heart. And i will be back. Let's grab drinks when i am?" You turn back to your lover.

A glint of happiness shows in his eyes. You begin to walk away, but cayde grabs your arm, pulling you back down to him.

"Come back to me, okay?" He winks at you and lets you go. You run off to your ship.

Going into the Black garden, you find the Vex worshiping the heart of the black garden. After fighting for what seems like forever, you finally destroyed the heart of darkness.

"I feel it...the traveler might be still, but It's Healing." Your ghost looks at you, embracing the light, and a happy Traveler is finally healing.

You fly back home, the Tower. Feeling the most tired from the fight.

As you land, you see confetti flying through the air. You leap out of your ship

"Whats all this for?" Your ghost pops out floating around you

"No clue"

As you walk through the hallways into the courtyard, you see confetti and decorations. Happy faces rignt as you walk through.

They all through a celebration for You. So many people cheering. Having delicious food and amazing decor.

"Guardian, how has this celebration been for you?" Zavala stands at his usual spot

"It's nice, but weird. i mean, i feel like yeah, sure. i did heavy lifting, but i learned a lot from others"

"You are too Humble Guardian... i think you're perfect for Cayde..." zavala pats your shoulder, turning back around to look at tje city. You raise an eyebrow, turning away yourself and walking towards Cayde.

"Hey sweetheart, you start missing me?" Cayde is leaned against a wall watching the fireworks go off.

"Always missing you"

"I've got some things to show you," cayde grabs your hand. Guiding to the Ironwood tree, where you both officially met.

"Special place." You pick up a small leaf, then let it drop down.

"For a special person"

"You are such a special person y/n, you ground me in a way i can't even explain. I, it's like you're a mini traveler. I feel powerful around you"

"I feel the same with you. You're my light. You're my best friend. My lover, i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you"

"You would have made it anyway. You're amazing..." Cayde walks over to the rail, leaning his elbows on it

"Are you okay?" You place a hand on his shoulder.

"I dont get nervous like this.."Cayde turns to look at you. Looking behind you, he sees Zavala and Ikora giving him a thumbs in within the chaos of the celebration. Then he looks back to you.

"I love you, Guardian... you're my favorite"

" we have What seems like eternity. And for us light barrers that seem like forever and ever. Y/n I'd like to spend that forever and ever with you. " Cayde gets on one knee. The leaves of the tree falling slowly. He pulls out a small box with a ring.

You smile, ready to accept. When an image flashes in your head. Orange eyes, looking angry. Looking straight at you. You quickly blink away the thought.

"Y/n , when this battle is Over. Will you be my wife?"

"Yes!" You shout bending down, hugging him. He falls back onto the floor. You both didn't care. You turn to see Zavala and Ikora cheering you both on. Once you both recover, you agree its Party time once again.

You chat around but end up next to Zavala Again.

"Congratulations again, Guardian!"

"Haha, yeah, thanks, hey, i was wondering. If this is all okay. We Arent breaking any rules, right?"

"Ha no...i knew about you once Cayde knew he liked you. From the first week you were here."

"All ive ever known is here, all ive ever known is Cayde-6"

"I hope you two have eternal happiness," zavala smiles. Taking a sip of his drink.

"Thanks, Commander." You smile, leaving him as well.

You let Cayde hang with his fire team. Hearing from others about a Strange Exo somewhere around the tower. You eventually find her up top, a building looking at the city.

"Hello stranger" you walk up behind her. Keeping a soft tone.

"Hello Guardian... how was The Black garden?"

"It was trouble yes. Not as much as Meeting those Siblings though" you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck

"They give you a hard time?' The stranger looks at you concerned.

"Kinda, well actually just the Brother..."

"Ahh, i see. He's like that. " she turns back to the city.

"We got physical..." You sigh, looking out too.

"But you are to be married!" She puts a hang on her chest shocked.

"No, no!! Not like that! Like we actually had a fight. Fists and all, he lunged at Ghost.." You point to your ghost who's scanning the flowers.

"Oh... huh interesting Guardian, i hope you dont have to deal with that again... but here i have a Gift to Cheer you up." The stranger hands you a rifle.

"Its mine..id like you to have it"

"Thank you.. but what for?"

"As a gift and a reminder that this battle has not been won yet. The real fight is still out there"

"And that fight we will win" You smile at her, The Stranger pats your back and you watch the City in Silence.

As small battles were won. Like holding off Crota, then going on to Defeat him. With him gone you head from Mara Sov. She had asked for help a moment you dreaded.

"Open the Reef to the Guardians. Offer the riches of our realm as Bounty for these traitors

"So you're going back to the reef to fight?

"Yes i have a duty"

"But she called for everyone, not just you, so what if you stay?"

"I cannot. I promised her, shes a queen i made a promise."

"Well, get back sooner, okay?" Cayde goes back to doing his work.

You kiss your Fiancé goodbye. Packing in a hurry, nervous to see Mara and Uldren. I wonder what this fight will entail. You make your way to the reef. the flight seemed quick. You talk to Petra Venj. She gives you Intel on what to do and what you might find. You run into Variks a helpful soul. His speech interests you, and he seems to find enjoyment in your company. You three head out. I'm not running into the Queen or her brother yet.

The fallen house of wolves have rebelled. Working besides Petra and Veriks, the temporary fire team worked together, finally imprisoned Skolas. You tracked him down, cornering him. Petra captured him with Uldrens Crows.

Mara Sov gets on coms. Telling you about a fine reward. You fly back being a pretty reward. You didn't see Uldren. You didn't even see Mara.

The Taken king heard about his son. Sending a fleet to act on this Revenge. To destroy you. As the awoken fights the Kings Fleet, you whitnes the death and destruction. You're fighting in the back lines, seeing glowing blue sprout. Taking out a ship. But still, this wasn't over. You see Oryx Ship glow. A shock wave sends out, destroying all nearby ships. You get sent back as you regain yourself. You see the mass destruction. You are ready to start this new fight.

"My contacts near saturn say the weapon only fired once." Ikora stands by the table.

"It's not like the queen to attack a superior force." Zavala places a hand on the maps

"How could she have known? How could anyone... we need a warlock inside the Dreadnought. " ikora leans forward.

"Here we go.." cayde rolls his eyes taking a step back.

"Our first priority must be to protect the city. Our guardian got a good look on Phobos, whatever is was, it turned Cabal against Cabal, wiped out that base in minutes. How long would we last?" Zavala is more frustrated

"Until we understand what we are dealing with!" Slamming her hand on the table, ikora begins to take a step back.

"They are taken." eris walks in. Planting a glowing rock on the map.

"Eris, get your rock off My map" cayde warns the woman.

"It hasn't spoken since Crota fell it speaks now because Oryx has arrived. Come to fulfill the final covenant of his son, " eris continues to walk to the table.

You walk away from the door. Pacing back and forth. A few seconds later, Cayde walks out.

"There's the Guardian I've been looking for!,. Look, the only way to stop the Taken is to get you on the dreadnought.." cayde talks with his hands, hoping to get the point across better

"We need a stealth drive,i got one hidden in-"

"Cayde, what are you whisperin?" ikora walks out. Shutting the door behind her.

"Nothing!... nothing....."

"I'll contact you in the cosmodrome." Cayde kisses you and leaves, not giving you time to respond.

You head to the cosmodrome to meet up with Cayde. Killing some taken on the way. Getting the stealth drive you needed. You leave back to the tower to get it applied.

"Interesting tech cayde, isn't this Eris mourns ship?"

"Is it... huh. You know you're a true artist cant even see the join..."

"Cute but zavalas got sign off on all launches need to log while I'm letting it go"

"Start gazing tour?"

Amanda gives him a took. Cayde rolla his eyes and plays with a wrench

"Ok, how about an unsanctioned op using modified stealth tech to...infiltrate a dreadnought above saterns rings? So we can knock out it's weapons create a transmat zone, and send in the cavalery.."

"How about test flight... it'll be waiting for you when you're ready"

'Me, I'm not flying the thing,' cayde walks away with some sass. You turn to see the young girl

"Thank you.. i appreciate this" She nods at you letting you go off.

You fly into saterns rings. Cayde, on one line, talking to you

"Good luck, my love"

"Yeah yeah whatever put me in harms way because you can't stand the Hive"

"I believe in your abilities to carry this out too"

As you fly closer you notice the stealth drive malfunctioning. Getting closer you see the bright beams start to grow. You fly in fast into the center. You explode only to be revived on the giants ship being stuck with no ship of your own.

Struggling for a while you turn off the Weapons. Getting compliments from Zavala. You seek to go back home. Cayde hugging you right as you walk through

"See, i told you i believed in you," cayde kisses, you holding you tighter.

After a long, long fight, you finally defeated Oryx. You look out at space. Only to have to go to his Thrown World, finally killing him. Thinking of only one person.

"Uldren..." your ghost pops out already knowing what you were thinking.

"They are all gone...ill never know why... why he was so angry..."you sit on the floor pondering whats next.

As the years pass and time goes on, trouble sturs in the reef as more and more crime goes around the Astroid belt. With Mara gone, her brother Uldren, who was slowly builing up his army, turned to a dark side. Becoming corrupted by a Taken wish dragon. Riven the Arhamkara. A massive jail break happened. Uldren Sov has his army of Scorn Barrons who escaped.

With Cayde-6 and Petra Venj, you three set out to fix the mess. As you look at the center island of the prison, you see cayde ride it down in a blaze of fire. You rush down, still fighting your way through the chaos, not knowing what to expect...

You finally get down. Seeing a red light glow behind a door. The huge scorn is hovering around a figure. You run quickly, stopping in front of Cayde. The figure slowly turns around

You look down at Caydes body. Then, back to the figure.

"He didn't feel a thing," a low chuckle was heard. You see, Uldren, a man you thought still couldn't be alive. He holds up Caydes gun and smirks. As the door shuts, you throw your solar knives at it. Not making the door budge

Your heart screams, you feel a pain already

"cayde!" You run to sit next to him.

"Hows my...hows my hair?.

Speechless...heh typical.."

"There's nothing i can... I'm sorry"

"Cayde, please.. hold on, we can help you"

"This... this aint on you honey..."

"This.... is what i get for... playing nice" his robotic voice cracking and breaking a few times.

"Please cayde stop save that energy!"

"You have no control y/n... this isn't on you... you are not a god" cayde holds onto your hand. His words make you freeze.

"You tell Zavala and Ikora...the Vanguard... is the best bet...i ever lost..."

"I should have married you sooner. My sweet. " his breathing thins out his head, turns the other way as his eyes lose that glow.

You shake him a bit. Panicking trying to find a way, or a reason

"Cayde...wake up please this aint funny... Cayde-6! Wake up!" You begin to shout. Shaking and crying. Petra runs over, stopping a few feet from you. Letting you get out out.

You continue to scream and cry, holding on to his body the whole time. Letting Petra fly as you cried in the back holding on to cayde.

Caydes funeral was Grey

"He had the worst jokes..even worse timing. Wanted to laugh i really did" ikora stands over him walking closer

"We should have been there" ikora goes on.

"This is not your fault, this is on the head of Uldren Sov"

You stand in the corner trying to hide the heavy breathing

"But if he thinks what he's done is the end. It's not. It's the beginning"

"We are going to fight him" ikora turns to see Zavala

"Do you hear me? All of us, every Titan, every Warlock every hunter. We will take the reef by storm.... and then we will Mount the head of that son of a bitch on his precious throne. For our fire team for cayde"

"No" Zavala interups

"What did you say" ikora raises her voice turning fully towards Zavala.

"We are not an army. We are not conquerors. We are guardians.. we need to keep our eyes here. On our home. Our people. The traveler" he turns to walk towards Caydes body, covered in a white cloth.

"The reef was lost the moment it lost its queen. So if another Sov wants a stretch of lifeless rocks let him have it"

"This is cayde we're talking about. For us to do nothing... is... is... "

"Say it" zavala Furrows his eyebrows.

"Cowordice "

Zavala walks over to caydes head

"I refuse to bury anymore friends" he places a hand on Caydes chest.

"You won't have to...Uldren sov, is mine." You speak up. Walking slowly to caydes body. Going under the cloth to his hand. Taking off a ring. You walk out of the room.

Taking to the Tangled Shore to investigate, you work with an Elixne named Spider. He had agreed to help us find Uldren. If we defeated the Scorn Barons one by one. You defeated them all. Raging more and more with every kill. Waiting for Uldren. You enter the Awoken Watch tower. We fought a horrifying creature that was the voice of Riven. As it dies, you see Uldren on the ground. He's tired and weak

You walk towards Ace. Picking up the metal gun. You ghost pops out. Following behind you. Uldren grunts,. Trying to collect himself on the floor. You walk closer. Uldren laughs in your face as you hold up the gun to his head

"Congratulations. You have my undivided attention" he sits up more

"Now where is my sister?!" He looks up at you. Those same eyes you saw when cayde purposed. A pain in your heart Aches.

Petra steps up beside you. " She's not here, Uldren...and if she was... this would be a Whole Lot Easier. " she walks closer, pointing her own weapon at him.

"So this is to be a reckoning," Uldren lays back down.

"Wait.. not like this" your ghost calls out. Looking at both of you frantically.

"Look at him he's finished" Ghost carries on. Uldren bows his head down in disappointment in himself.

"Even with everything he's done. We can't just-"

"You have no idea what he's done!" Petra puts both hands on her gun. Keeping an aim on Uldren.

"If cayde was here i know what he would doz Guardian, do you?"

You almost looked offended at her

"Yes...what would the notorious Cayde-6 do? You have his gun. Seems you get the last word." Uldren struggles to sit up more

"Everything i did. I did for her! Funny, the line between light and dark is so very thin... do you know which side you're on"

You lower your weapon. Only to raise it back up.

"I know what Cayde-6 would do... sadly for you. My Fiancé is dead." You put your finger on the trigger.

Uldrens eyes move to the ring around your finger, and the ring on a chain around your neck. His eyes widen.. then close.

You pull the trigger.

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Under Pressure | Eric x You vs. The Apocalypse | Series Masterlist

Chapter Four: The Birthday Boy Summary: You meet Eric for a birthday lunch that goes a little awry. Words: 2k

The birthday boy doesn't look very happy.

Eric is in that brown suit again, leaning against the wall outside the restaurant your husband chose Evan may be in California, but his finger is still on the pulse of all things New York. He'd insisted that this restaurant was the talk of the town, reserved a table for two, and lamented that he wouldn't be able to join you for Eric's birthday celebration.

"Fancy meeting you here," you tease, hoping to elicit a smile. Eric tries, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. You open your arms, and he reluctantly leans in for a quick hug. "Happy Birthday."

"Thank you," he mumbles, pulling back to shove his hands in his pockets and stare at the sidewalk.

"You alright?" you ask.

"Fine," he smiles tensely.

"Lies."

Eric bites his lip and looks to the sky, blinking back tears. He leans back against the wall. You move to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, watching the traffic go by and waiting for him to find his words. He lets out a long sigh and speaks to the clouds.

"The barista I told you about broke up with me."

When you'd called to invite him to lunch last week, he told you about a barista he'd been seeing. They'd gone to that play you'd given him tickets to as a Christmas present, and had a great time. You'd offered to hand over the reservations and let him take his friend out to this fancy new restaurant instead of you, but he'd declined. He said he didn't want to do too much too fast and give them the wrong idea.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. The relationship sounded new to you, but new can still hurt.

"This morning."

Your head snaps to him.

"This morning?"

"Yeah."

"You got dumped on your birthday?"

"Yeah," he says miserably.

"Where does she work?"

"What?"

"I have some business to attend to before lunch."

"Business?" he asks, brow knitted in confusion.

"I've got a knuckle sandwich that needs to be delivered." You raise your fist at him threateningly, a smile tugging at your lips. He lets out a laugh when he gets it, and dabs at his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket.

"Sorry if I'm not good company today," he says quietly. "Or ever. Apparently I'm mopey and no fun to be around."

"Mopey and no fun?" you question.

"According to this morning's text."

"You got dumped by text?!"

Eric nods.

"On your birthday."

He nods again.

"You better not ever tell me this bitch's name or where she works, Eric, because I swear to God, I will end her."

He barks out a short laugh that sounds so much like his brother, it makes your heart ache. God, you miss him.

"You know what I think?" you ask, not waiting for an answer. "I think the last thing you need today is to sit quietly and wait for some rude waiter to bring you tiny amounts of weird food. I think we should blow off this place and go do something fun."

"Like what?" he asks. You have to think about it for a second, but a solution presents itself quickly.

"Do you trust me?"

He nods.

"C'mon," you grin, taking his hand and pulling him away from the wall. You cross the street and walk silently for a few blocks. He doesn't question it at all, just falls into step with you on your mysterious journey.

"Here we are," you soon announce, stopping in front of a window decked out in neon signs.

"An arcade?" Eric asks.

"An arcade," you confirm. "Ready forget all your troubles and have some fun?"

"Alright," he agrees, showing off his dimples with a sweet smile.

Eric jumps a step ahead of you and opens the door. This place is everything an arcade should be. An 80s pattern on the carpet. Dim overhead lighting and neon signs everywhere. The smell of fried food. Games galore. This is just what the doctor ordered.

"Ever been anywhere like this before?"

"Not in a very long time," he smiles.

"Should we eat first, or play first?"

You both look over to the crowded food court, and back to each other. "Play," you say together.

You spot the machine you're looking for, stick a credit card in, and listen to the happy jingle of tokens pouring out. You and Eric stuff your pockets full, then decide to walk around and see what games are available.

You're aware that the two of you stand out a bit in your dressy clothes, but stop caring when two empty seats for a driving game catch your eye. You look from it to Eric, and you both grin. You race each other to it, falling into your seats with a laugh. Tokens are dropped into the slot, and the game comes to life.

"Whoever gets the fastest time gets to pick the next game?" you suggest.

"You're on," Eric challenges. "Ready?"

Eric counts down, and you press start at the same time. It's a winding track you're racing down in your virtual car, and the steering wheel's response time isn't great, but you're not doing terribly.

"First lap done, how are you doing over there?"

"I'm… fine…" he grunts, white-knuckling the wheel like it owes him money.

"You sure about that?" you tease. "Sounds like you're having a little trouble. Are you trying to drive on the wrong side of the road?"

"It's a race track, there is no side of the road," he growls. You laugh.

"Two laps for me," you update him. "How's it going over there, England?"

"Leave me alone," he laughs.

"Not a chance," you smirk. "Uh-oh, third and final lap! Are you gonna catch up to me anytime soon, or am I gonna have to come back for you?"

Eric lets out a low growl, still fighting with his plastic steering wheel.

"Is that the finish line? Oh, there's the checkered flag. Guess I won. Wow, and first place, too."

You sit back as the flags wave on the screen declaring you a WINNER and look to Eric. He's in last place. Trying to get his battered car away from a wall he's run into.

"Have you ever driven before?" you ask, angling yourself toward him. "Is that why you're so bad at this?"

"Shut up," he says through clenched teeth, "the steering's all wrong."

"Sure it is," you grin.

Eric finally gets his car out of the grass and back on the track. He sticks his tongue out, total concentration on his face as he tries his best to stay on the road. He takes so long to cross the finish line, the WINNER screen on your game has reverted to the high score screensaver.

You're covering your mouth to hide your smile when he turns to you.

"There's something wrong with the machine," he explains.

"Want to switch places and try again?" you suggest innocently.

Eric narrows his eyes, weighing his options. If there truly is something wrong with the machine, maybe he'll be able to redeem himself. But if you kick his ass again, you're going to be insufferable about it.

"Switch," he orders. You grin and get up to swap seats.

Tokens are inserted. The countdown to pressing START begins again. And you're off!

You withhold the trash-talking this time. You race silently alongside each other, apart from the occasional growl of frustration coming from Eric.

You finish in first place again, but don't say anything. You sit still until he finally sighs and leans back in his seat. Then you turn your head to him.

"You got first again, didn't you?" he asks, still staring straight ahead, utterly defeated.

"Second," you lie.

He turns his head, still leaning back against the plastic, and looks at you with the exhaustion of a man who's just driven Le Mans.

"Lies."

You look to your screen, which no longer shows your results.

"I guess you'll never truly know," you grin. "Ready to try something different?"

Eric nods, and you climb out of your fake racecars to see what else you can get into.

He's not terrible at every game. In fact, your gaming strengths and weaknesses balance each other out nicely. The two-player games are your favorite… until he absolutely wipes the floor with you at a dancing game.

"Food break?" you ask, leaning against a machine, out of breath from trying to keep up with him.

"Why? Did getting your arse kicked make you work up an appetite?"

Your jaw drops, and he cackles.

You link arms and walk to the food court, stopping to peruse the menu on the wall behind the counter.

"What are you in the mood for?" you ask.

"What's good?"

"It's an arcade food court manned by teenagers, so probably nothing," you laugh.

You stare at the menu together for a moment, concentration on your faces and no idea what kind of fried delicacy you're in the mood for.

"I can't decide what I want," you sigh. "Should I order a bunch of stuff to split, so we can try a little bit of everything?"

"Fine by me," he says, looking a little relieved.

"You're in charge of napkins, straws, and ketchup," you inform him, turning him toward the condiment station and giving him a gentle shove. "Pick out a good table. I believe in you."

He chuckles and walks away, and you spend a ridiculous amount of money on an assortment of greasy arcade food.

When he spots the tray you approach the table with, his eyes bulge. He pushes the condiment cups aside to make room for it.

"Okay," you begin, settling into the chair across from him. You remove the drinks and leave everything else on the tray. You're sharing anyway. "If it can be fried, it's on this tray. We've got fries, we've got mozzarella sticks, we've got mini corn dogs, we've got fried pickles, we've got onion rings, we've got pizza bites… and I don't think the chicken wings are fried, but we've got a few of those too."

"Wow," Eric breathes, surveying the food. "What's first?"

"Your call, birthday boy."

Eric smiles warmly across the pile of fried food. That's the only way you can describe it; warm. His kind eyes make you feel like everything's going to be okay. You haven't felt that way in ages.

You reach for something fried and pop it in your mouth, and Eric does the same.

"Not bad," he declares, reaching for the next item before he's even done chewing.

You eat as much as you can hold, and when you offer to buy Eric a birthday milkshake, he turns green. You've had enough fun and grease for one day; you've been at it for nearly four hours. You quickly dump your tray of trash and head back outside, passing off a few remaining tokens to a pair of awestruck kids at the door.

You stroll slowly and quietly as you wind down from the day's excitement, until you realize that you need to head in opposite directions to get home.

"Thank you for today," he says.

"That was the most fun I've had in a long time," you admit. You had so much fun with Eric today, you forgot how miserable you've been without Evan. "Sorry I made you sick, though."

"I'm fine," he smiles.

"I believe you this time."

You stand in silence for a moment before pulling him in for a hug.

"You take care of yourself, okay?" you mumble into his neck.

"I will," he answers.

"Call me if you need anything?"

"I will," he repeats.

You slowly separate, like you don't really want to let each other go.

"See you later," you force a smile.

"See you later," he echoes.

You turn and start walking toward home, not sure if the pain in your chest is from the massive amounts of fried food or the fact that you've never felt so lonely in your fucking life.

Note: This is the last of the fluffy chapters. It's gonna get heavy in the next one, and stay that way 'til the end. There will be several mentions of suicide and y'know, an alien invasion and the stress of trying to survive the end of the world and stuff. You've been warned.

#writings of despair #eric x you #eric x reader #eric aqpdo #eric is under pressure

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creative99writer · 6 days

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Pieces Of Me

A Jack Draper story - Part 1

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/creative99writer/762074059828789248/pieces-of-me

Hello, this is my first time posting a story here - I hope you enjoy!

As a tennis fan, I have newly discovered the gorgeousness that is Jack Draper, but English is not my first language, so please bear with me. I am honestly super nervous to post here for the first time properly, and I‘m not someone who normally posts on tumblr, so I hope you like it :)

Warnings: slightly mature content, probably typos

Also, I hope it’s okay I borrowed this glorious GIF ;)

US Open, New York City.

They stumbled into the room through the dimly lit doorway, the kiss heavy and passionate. It was warm inside the fancy hotel room. He lost his shirt along the way, not caring where it landed.

Jack moaned right into her mouth as he picked her up and pinned her against the wall, his mouth hot against hers. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, his hands everywhere, his scent everywhere and it was overwhelming her in the best of ways. His shirt had been lost at some point during their heated makeout session and she could feel his hot skin against her body, making her dizzy. "Elle..." he breathed out, his mouth moving from hers to her neck. He knew exactly what he was doing. And him being so vocal brought her right back to reality.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Eleonora put her palm on his chest, pushing him away slightly, the both of them out of breath from that really hot kiss.

"What's wrong?" Jack looked at her, confused, but nonetheless letting himself be pushed back gently, setting her down on the ground while she stayed against the wall, his bare chest heaving from their intense encounter.

"We can't do this." Eleonora rushed the words out, confused herself - because she wanted this, but she knew it wasn't right.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?"

"We can't.... we can't do this, it's not..." she stopped herself, not quite sure what she was saying.

"Why?" he asked her now, not just confused but genuinely not understanding why she would stop herself - and them. He was still standing in front of her, but he hadn't tried to move any closer. He respected her trying to put some space inbetween them, yet wasn't ready to move away completely. His question hit her like a ton of bricks. Why? Yes, why? Why was she trying to stop this? Why couldn't they do this?

She stared at him, searching for words she either did not have or would not come out of her mouth.

Why?

"I..." she started, and then broke off, shaking her head. Jack was still looking at her with his deep hazel eyes, an intense gaze that made her search for words even more difficult. She could see him get agitated by her lack of response, by her apparent rejection - but most importantly, by her lack of explanation. Maybe he was even hurt, but she couldn‘t tell for sure.

"You what?" he prompted her, but his tone was getting sharper, making her look away, her eyes instead darting around the room, not being able to look at him any longer. She was too confused. She didn't see the way his eyes immediately softened at her obvious distress. "Look. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you tell me you don't want to do this with me, you don't owe me an explanation." He took a cautious step forward. "But I don't understand what you mean when you say we can't do this." He shook his head, taking her hand gently, making her finally look back up at him. "Do you not want to do this or what is it that's holding you back?" He looked her straight in the eyes, clearly needing her to know that he meant what he said. "Because I want you. So much. I really really want you. But if you tell me that you don't want me, then I'll go. No questions asked. I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do."

Eleonora could feel the warmth of his hand around hers and her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn't tell him that the didn't want him. Because she did. She really really did. How could she not? He was handsome, and he was a really great guy. Someone who had just offered her a way out of their… situationship. Without asking any questions. But she could not lie to him about not wanting him. Her lie probably would have been too obvious anyway.

He looked nervous, awaiting her response. As if it meant everything to him what she was going to say next. As if her rejection would break his heart, even if be would accept it and leave. His eyes displayed vulnerability that he rarely showed, as he looked into hers. He was laying a few of his cards on the table. Maybe not all of them just yet, but enough to let her know he cared a great deal. About her and about them.

She couldn‘t lie to him.

"I want you." she whispered, her eyes losing themselves in his hazel ones and she could see his relief in them, the vulnerability still there. She pulled her hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, getting close to him. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her into him. "I do. Very much."

He continued looking into her eyes, as if he needed to make sure that this was real and she wanted him. Elle tried to show some of her cards with her eyes, hoping he would unterstand that she meant it.

He must have understood.

He let out a deep breath as if he had kept it in until she told him she wanted him, this, too and leaned in, kissing her gently, pulling her as close as he possibly could. Eleonora responded, kissing him back and placing her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. She couldn't possibly even so much as pretend she didn't want him.

His hands wandered gently up and down her back, keeping her close, caressing her. The kiss that had started gentle and innocent soon turned into something more passionate. Into something that made them forget the world around them. He kissed her harder, losing himself in their kiss. His hands were everywhere and it soon turned very heated. It was so overwhelming, it reminded Eleonora of why she had to stop this. Even if she wanted this to go on and on. She pulled away, out of breath and detangled herself from Jack - again, who was confused and breathing hard.

"But I can't do this, Jack... we can't..." she put her hands on her face, not being able to look at him again and because she was so annoyed with herself.

"Eleonora." he prompted, his voice much gentler than she expected it to be after she pulled away twice. She was expecting him to shout, and she couldn't have blamed him, because of her weird attitude. He sounded calm and gentle, his hands touching her elbows and she looked up at him, his eyes soft - but looking at her with confusion. "What is going on?" He was still out of breath, his mouth so red from their kisses that she really wanted to kiss him again. But she couldn't - or rather, shouldn't.

"This is not a good idea." she finally told him what she wanted to all along. "We shouldn't be doing this. It's going to spiral out of control, all of it. And I can't do this to Jannik. I can't. And - and after my injury..." she pleaded with him to understand. But he didn't - or maybe he didn't want to, because he started to pull away, his brows furrowing. He looked at her, the hurt in eyes clearly visible this time, and it killed her inside. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted.

"Okay, so to get this straight. You want me, but also, you don't because you don't want to hurt some other guy's feelings, right?" When he put it like that, it sounded incredibly stupid. "What I don't really understand - not that I understand the other part - is what your injury has to do with us." He sounded annoyed, like she had worn out his patience.

"He is not some other guy, he is-" she started but that was clearly the wrong choice.

"Seriously?!" he shouted this time. "That is your first thought?! To defend Jannik?" He turned around, searching for his shirt that had been lost at some point during their heated kisses.

"That's unfair, I-" she tried to defend herself, but Jack wasn't to be deterred. Especially considering he was right. And they both knew that. It was a cheap cop out, because really, she was afraid of how going any farther would change things between them.

"No. What is unfair is you telling me you want me, and then in the same breath tell me you cannot do this because of your ex or whoever he is. You’re still hung up on him, is that it? You kiss me and think about some other guy? You tell me you want me, but really, you are clearly thinking about someone else. Are you still hung up on the past? Can’t get over him? Then why the hell even start this and kiss me and tell me you want me? That is unfair. I offered you a way out, Elle. You telling me you want me when you clearly do not is unfair.“ he snarled, and looked away, pulling the shirt he had found next to the bed over his head, and turned to look back at her again, his eyes fiery. "I can understand wanting to be respectful, but it's not like I was proposing to you or anything, or thinking this was going to get serious because of one night together. It was just a bit of fun here." His words were piercing, as were his eyes. For a moment, she could see surprise flicker in them - was he surprised at what had just come out of his mouth? Didn’t he want to say what he said because it was a lie or because it was the truth and he had not wanted to tell her like this? Had she interpreted every lingering gaze and expression and his words completely wrong? Was him telling her he wanted her really just meant for a night?

But he didn't correct himself or take his words back. He just continued staring her down with his piercing gaze, too proud to back out now.

So she stared back. at him for a moment. Was he being serious, or was he being mean on purpose? She couldn't quite figure it out. But she was Eleonora, and she was proud, so she was not going to show him that his words hurt her. She would never give him - or anyone - that power. She was not going to let him make her feel small and show him that when she told him she wanted him, it was meant for more than a night.

And anyway- why was he so bothered that she mentioned Jannik? He almost sounded… jealous?

"Well, why does it bother you so much that I might be thinking of another guy when it's just a bit of fun for you?" she snarked back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He had not expected that retort. It caught him off guard and his eyes darkened the second she mentioned Jannik. So he was jealous.

He swallowed, and continued staring at her, looking more nervous that he had before. It became a staring competition between two incredibly stubborn people. They were at a crossroads now. They both knew that. If Jack went down the road of 'a bit of fun', there would be no return - or it was going to be very tough to return, at the very least, because Eleonora would not back down and she wouldn't forgive him that easily. At the same time, she had hurt him, too. So the question was: was he going to be the bigger person and apologize for saying what he said, or did he really mean it and therefore wouldn't back down?

The only thing Eleonora knew she was not going to be the bigger person and admit her feelings. She had been burned before and if she couldn’t be sure of his feelings, she would not tell him. It depended on him either admitting it wasn‘t just fun for him, or him telling her it was just fun for him. She couldn’t clearly tell if it was for him, so she was not going to risk getting herself hurt when she had before and it turned out horribly.

The air was thick between them as they stared at each other, chests heaving and one could have heard a pin dropping in the room. It was eerily quiet, neither of them giving in just yet.

Who would be giving in? Eleonora or Jack?

Did Jack really mean what he had said?

#jack draper #jack draper x reader #jack draper imagine #tennis imagine #tennis

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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Is this something?

His mom was hired to work as a server for some extra cash at one of the fancy fundraisers the Harrington’s had at their house to shmooze whatever important politician they set their sights on that week. She couldn't leave her 7 year old son home alone, and her husband was on another drinking binge, so she had to bring Eddie. She set him up in the kitchen with some toys and food and asked him to be on his best behavior while mommy worked.

Eddie really tried. He tried to keep himself busy as she and the other servers rushed to and from the kitchen with hors d'oeuvres and drinks. But he got bored, so when no one was looking, he slipped out into the living room/dining room space where the guests were mingling. As he entered the room, he saw the guests were gathering around a grand piano. A tall, good-looking but scary man could be heard saying, "Steven, go ahead and play everyone a song." He flashed a fake smile at the crowd around him as his pretty wife stood nearby.

Eddie moved closer, careful not to draw attention to himself as he did, just so he could see what was going on more clearly. When he did, he saw a boy he had seen at school. He was in the grade below him, in first grade, Steve Harrington.

He watches as Steve pulls himself up on the chair in front of the piano. Steve nervously looks around the room at the crowd before his father clears his throat. "Go ahead, Steven." He quickly nods before starting to press down on the keys in front of him.

Eddie couldn't believe his ears. He had never heard anything like it. This little kid, only a little younger than him, was masterfully playing this song(later on, he finds out it was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata). He watched intently as Steve’s little fingers slid from key to key. He was mesmerized.

When Steve stopped playing, the crowd of adults clapped. Eddie watched as Steve’s eyes shot to his own parents. He had looked so proud of himself, hopeful that he did well. But his face dropped as he noticed his parents weren’t even looking at him, more focused on the reactions of those around them.

Eddie knew that face, knew the face of disappointment. It was the same face he often gave his own father when he would be let down again. He wanted to make Steve feel better, to not feel sad. Without thinking, he pushes his way through the crowd, making his way to Steve.

"Hi, I'm Eddie! We go to school together and that was so cool, Steven!" He excitedly says as he walks up to the piano bench Steve was still sitting on.

Steve instinctively smiles. "Thanks! I've been practicing forever! Oh, and it's Steve, inly my dad calls me that." He giggles, showing the gap from where he recently lost a baby tooth.

"Well, okay, Steve! I think you did so good! I want to play music like that! I thought only grownups could play!" He says excitedly.

"I could teach you!" Steve's smile gets bigger, nose crinkling up.

"Hmm," Eddie contemplates. "I wanna learn the guitar like my mom. Oh and we can make a band together. You have to be the lead though."

Steve looks confused. "Why?"

"Because you're the pretty one! Everyone knows the pretty one is the lead." He says it like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve looks like he is about to reply, happy to have a kid to talk to, another kid who actually likes him, when his dad suddenly says, "Who's kid is this?" This was technically a child free event, Steve only there because he lives there(and to be his parents' dancing monkey, apparently.)

Mrs. Munson comes running through the crowd, grabbing Eddie’s hand. "I'm so sorry, sir. He was supposed to be in the kitchen." Mr. Harrington looked annoyed, pulling her aside and sending her home early.

Eddie feels bad for getting his mom in trouble, but she doesn't take it out on him. He was a kid, didn't know better. He was too young to understand that people like them do not get to exist in the world of people like the Harringtons. If you step out of place, you get hurt.

Eddie doesn't really think much of the interaction after that, not wanting to risk getting his mom in trouble again by talking to Steve, even at school. But it is after that night that he begs his mother to teach him to play. His love for music grows and it becomes an escape.

As for Steve, he starts to resent playing music throughout the years. It was never something he did because he wanted to, but because his parents pushed him to do to show him off to their friends. And that's sad because he really did love playing when he was little.

Other things became clear to him that night too. That was the start of his first crush. But he doesn’t pursue it, doesn't reach out to Eddie. Even at a young age, he knew he would get in trouble for liking a boy. He doesn't even try to be his friend, afraid Eddie hates him for getting his mom in trouble.

So it's like a cruel joke when years later, Steve is laying in Eddie's arms, while the other man combs his fingers through Steve's hair, that Eddie whispers, "Why don't you play anymore, kitten?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet?#stranger things fanfiction

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Tangerine x female reader super smut. After going to a club to dance, Both get super horny and have steamy rough sex in separate blue light room on a bed (like in the movie when he walks into the prince).

Dear Anon! Thank you for waiting so long. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Rough sex with a stranger, no protection (always have good communication and use protection in real life pls) Pussy eating, fingering, squirting, penetration

Tangerine Master Post

You were beyond tired as you entered the club. The initial glow of the pre-game drinks was starting to wear off after waiting an eternity in the cold to get into the club. Your friends on the other hand were overjoyed and already lost in the sea of bodies. The music was loud and the lights were constantly changing and strobing making it almost impossible to figure out where they went. After a long day at work, this was not the thing you would have chosen to unwind.

You tried to move through the dancing to find a familiar face when you accidentally bumped into a large body.

“Sorry!” The guy must have been well over 6ft, his large hands came up to grip your arms tightly. You froze unsure of what was happening. His hands were starting to roam and you did your best to push them off.

“Sorry - I - I’m not interested.” You shook your head trying to get the message across. He didn't seem interested in what you had to say. You took a step back colliding with another warm body and you looked around trying to catch someone's attention. The man behind you easily pulled the man's hands off you. As if knowing it was time to leave you watched the man quickly exit with his group. You looked up at the man behind you, your back completely pressed up against his front.

“Thank you.” You mouthed.

“Not a problem.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear. You realized he must be some kind of bouncer. He looked much too professional to be in a club like this. He nodded to the side and for whatever reason you nodded back. He quickly picked up your small frame and carried you to the side. Placing you on a bar stool in front of the bartender.

“Lemon make this girl a drink.” He spoke with an English accent. The bartender gave you a nod. “My shift ends in about 20 minutes. Wait for a dance?”

“Sure.” You smiled still slightly confused by the situation. You gave your order and watched carefully as the bartender made it to ensure this wasn't some kind of trap. 15 minutes passed as you kept your eyes open for your friends, but he found you first.

“Easy” He handed a large manila envelope to the bartender and then turned his attention to you.

“Still fancy a dance?” his hair was slightly ruffled and his jacket was missing. You forgot one little detail… you didn't know how to dance… You could move in time with the music but looking at him somehow you felt he might be after something different.

You still gave him a nod and he held out his hand.

“Don’t keep me here all night!” The bartender hissed confusing you even more. Soon enough you were pulled through to the center of the hot mess. He turned to face you and you shrunk under his gaze, a thick flush covered your cheeks. He held out his hand again and with a half-functioning mind you put your other hand on his shoulder like you were taught in school. He let out a chuckle and pulled you tight against him. If breathing was difficult before it was almost impossible now. His scent was everywhere and his other arm snaked around your low back trapping you there.

Giving you a minute to adjust to the situation he held you tightly swaying to the music. This awkward and traditional position had one benefit, you could hide your hot face against his chest. Slowly he guided your hand to his shoulder. He gripped your hips tightly with both hands. Your hiding place was gone and you looked up at him.

His eyes were curious and it only added to the embarrassment. You reached up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” This made him chuckle again.

“Just hold on,” he said easily pulling you tighter. Soon enough you relaxed against his body. He was very much in charge of setting the pace, his eyes asking silent questions and his hands went traveling your body. More and more you realized that this wasn't really dancing at all.

Once realizing this, whatever it was, was more about touching than it was about the music or form, you really started to relax. His touch was firm and inviting making you realize just how long it had been since someone had spent time touching you.

When he lowered his head your gaze focused on his lips. He moved towards you slowly and you eagerly met him halfway. Pushing up on your tip toes. He smiled into your mouth. You were completely at his mercy, his mouth and strong hands, all of it was too much and not enough.

Gripping the back of his neck you let him guide your hips forward to meet his leg. Naturally, your hips jerked forward at the opportunity for friction. One of his hands stayed there on the swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind down on him, while his other hand was firm on the back of his neck. Holding you in place so he could devour your mouth.

Things were moving past what you would consider appropriate for public. As if reading your mind and wanting to push you further his hands reached down to grab the back of your thighs, picking you up in one swift motion. He brought you closer to what your body needed. You could finally hit the spot you needed. Grinding hard against his length you moaned into his mouth. If he kept you here like this for any amount of time he was going to push you over the edge.

Breaking the kiss and looking at him you could see your effect on him which only made you needier. Somehow he could not only support your weight easily like this, but you were also moving in time with the music.

Your body was reaching its limits, and you could see him waiting for you to tap out. Seeing your friends watching you from the bar was enough to make you freeze up.

“Your -I’m - can we” You awkwardly stammered in his ear, caught between feeling mortified and desperate not to stop.

“You wanna leave or leave together.” He asked in your ear. You let go of the breath you were holding.

“Together.” You said quickly like it was lifting a weight off your chest. He finally placed you back on the ground and you fixed your short skirt back into place. He turned you around and kept you in front of him as you walked towards the bar.

You silently prayed that your friends wouldn’t make a big deal. You moved away from him as he spoke to the bartender.

“We’re going to go hang out some more.”

“YESSS!!!!” Tara shouted doing a happy dance. Liz on the other hand gave you a look across the friend group.

“You sure?” She mouthed and you nodded. She pointed to her phone reminding you to check-in. You gave her a thumbs up then gravitated back to where you wanted to be.

He looked down at you and pulled you close starting to lead you toward an elevator. You entered the old contraption and wondered if it would be able to make the journey. You didn't have much time to think about the horrid screeching noise the doors made when closing because his hands were gripping your face bringing your mouth back to his. His hands were much more persistent wasting no time lifting you up and holding you there against him. The elevator dinged and he grabbed your ass as he carried you down the hallway. He pinned you up against the wall beside the door the added pressure making you moan.

“Fuck” You ground against him as he fumbled with the door key. Once it was open he took you inside, then suddenly everything was blue.

“What the fucking -” He looked around then at you. “Fuck it I wanna see you.”

He carried you further into the room and you saw many reflections of yourself hanging off of him. The room was covered in mirrors. The ceiling, most of the walls, and the large windows doubled as more mirrors. In the center of the glowing blue orb was a round plush bed. You had so many questions about the design choices.

He placed you gently on the end of the bed and you lay there looking up at him catching your breath for a moment.

The music from the club was faded but still loud to your ringing ears. Your hands reached behind you to unzip the dress you were wearing but his hands slid up the sides of your legs. He took your patines off and wasted no time sliding his fingers between your wet folds. You quickly abandoned your attempt to undress being pulled under by the sensation of his rough fingers.

“Fuck you're wet. Got a spot on my trousers.” Your cheeks flushed but it wasn't enough to pull you from what you were feeling. He used his free hand to help you undress his fingers never moving from your wet heat. He undid his belt and you shook your head.

“No” You mumbled and sat up to start to undo the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. If there was an opportunity for him to be naked you were going to take it. He sighed looking somewhat amused at the situation. His fingers abandoned you and he took his clothes off piece by piece. The blue light made his skin glow and you looked over his various tattoos and hard body. Your eyes finally landed on his thick cock and you swallowed. There was no way all of that was going to fit in your mouth. A slight wave of panic brushed over you, that's what men expected right? Suddenly you realised that you were having sex with no discussion, with a complete stranger.

His fingers came up and pinched your jaw lightly. Your brief moment of rational thought was blurred out by the realization that choking to death on him might not be such a bad way to go. Your heart rate sped up again, your body heavy with anticipation.

Instead, he guided you up onto your knees to kiss him. His hand kept a tight grip on your neck as his other hand grabbed your breast. You instantly arched your back putting yourself on display for him. Taking a deep breath and looking to the side you could see yourself there, on your knees, legs spread, your pushed-out chest heaving, the curve of your ass, but it was his hands on you, the way he looked down at you. His hands were rough and commanding as they gripped your body and you had never looked so submissive.

You moved to press your face into the warmth of his shoulder breathing in the air off his skin.

“Don’t get shy for me now, love” His hand laid a firm slap on your left ass cheek and you let out a loud moan. “That’s a good girl.” He pushed you down to lay on the bed and your head was spinning and you felt yourself slip further and further away as he kissed his way down your body. Normally you would have died from embarrassment, but he pulled your legs wide open, eyes devouring you.

Looking up at the ceiling you saw all of yourself strung out on the bed. No part of you was hidden, the blue light reflecting on your swollen folds making them look purple.

Then his head was in the way and you let out a small scream as he began eating you out. No slow warm-up, no figuring out what turned you on. Confidence rolled off of him as he sucked and lapped at your clit. The tips of his fingers teased your entrance breaking whatever was left of your sanity.

“Please, please, please -” You begged voice wet with the brutal twisting of passion ripping you apart. He gave in and his rough fingers slowly pushed you open and you choked when he rubbed a sensitive spot.

“I can’t- fuck - I’m going- I -” Your chest heaved your words sounding like they were coming from someone else.

“Cum.” He said before upping his pace. You barely lasted another second before your body collapsed. Everything became tense and he held your clit in his mouth holding your body in contraction. Your lungs stopped working, as it tore through you. You felt yourself gush, something that had never happened before. Your eyes opened to see yourself, back arched, crushing his head with your thighs, making an absolute mess.

It snapped and your body went limp. The air returning to your lungs also brought tears to your eyes. Nothing in your body was working the way it normally did.

He looked down at you hungrily and wiped his mustache off with the back of his arm.

“Sorry -” For making such a mess? For crying? For crushing your head? You took a shaky breath. He came close to you on the bed, grabbing your chin again.

“What am I going to do with you, baby?” His thumb ran across your bottom lip. “Come here” he guided you up onto shaking legs and turned you to face one of the big mirrors. He helped you get on your knees. “Want you to watch.” He mumbled getting himself sorted behind you. He pulled your hips back and guided you onto his cock.

"Wait" You mumbled "What's your name?"

"Tangerine."

"Really?" You looked at him and were instantly distracted by the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You let out a moan, focus drawn back to the position he had you in.

You watched it happen, his thick purple cock slowly disappearing into your wetness.

“This fucking cunt” He hissed into your neck as he struggled to bottom out. Your whole body surrendered to him as he pushed into you. You were impossibly full and stretched out as he held you there pressed to his front. He slowly started to move and you watched fixated as he fucked you.

“Good girl, taking all of me like that.” His praise made your knees start to shake. He picked up the pace and moved his hands from your hips. One gripped your throat tightly and the other moved to your clit. You watched his fingers stroke you causing all your muscles to begin seizing. You struggled to hold yourself together waiting for his command. You could see it in his face that he needed you just as bad.

“Be good for me, love. Nice and tight when you cum for me.” He breathed into your ear and your body surrendered to his command completely. When you went under you felt your pussy struggle and choke on the size of his cock, your stretched heat struggling to contract around him. He just pushed into your further, keeping thrusts shallow. You could feel him all the way through you as he moaned. When his hand let up on your throat you felt yourself fall, body pulsing. Looking down you saw all of your wetness mix with his release as it coated the inside of your thighs.

Your body was spent and your muscles had completely given out. He picked you up and took you into the bathroom. He carried you to the bathroom pressing your chest against the cool marble of the vanity. He spread your legs.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He bit into your ass cheek and then began cleaning you up. You peed and made your way slowly back to the bed. The blue lights were turned out and a small bed lamp was on.

“Found something a bit more normal.” He said pulling his phone out of his pants pocket. You slowly moved through the room looking for your purse. Everything was thrown around and eventually, you decided to sit on the bed for a moment.

You weren't expecting this feeling. You’d never slept with a stranger, never had sex like that before either. But the low feeling you had at the moment made your bones feel cold. He was going to leave and you weren't sure what you felt but it was suffocating.

You placed your head in your hands and tried your hardest to push everything down. This emotion was loneliness, it was probably because it had been a long time since your boyfriend left you. That’s all -

His arm hooked around your waist and pulled you further onto the bed. You let out a sound of surprise as you rolled over to look at him.

“You should tell your friends that I haven't murdered you.” He grabbed your purse from the side table and lay next to you keeping his arm around you. The proximity was immediately soothing.

“What if you're going to murder me now?” You asked while sending a text off to Liz.

“And deprive myself of the world's best pussy. Not a chance.” He said causing your face to turn red. “The rest of you is nice too.” He added quickly.

“Wow thanks?” You said awkwardly.

“You hungry?” He ran his fingers along your stomach.

“Yes,” You answered honestly.

“Not too late for a first date is it?”

“In general no” You laughed. “But I’m not going to be able to walk, especially in heels for a while.”

“Room service it is then. Hopefully, the food isn't as kinky as the room”

“That would be a bad thing?” You asked wondering what on earth went through this guy's mind.

“Not if I’m eating it with you I guess.” He shrugged and ordered a whole wack of food.

“What is this place?”

“My employer set it up. Makes things a whole lot worse when you consider that I would’ve been here with my brother.”

“The bartender is your brother?” You asked confused at what job they could possibly have.

“Well, um - it's complicated.” He said looking sad for a moment.

“I’m not going to see you again am I?” The familiar sinking feeling came back as you said the words.

“My job doesn't leave a lot of room for a relationship.” Not even his confidence could cover that he was feeling the same thing you were.

“Then get a better job,” you said with a cheeky grin. He pulled you closer to him and started kissing you.

“Let’s see how many times I can get that pretty cunt to cum for me before room service gets here.”

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He woke up to the sound of a phone notification going off. He knew he shouldn't, but he reached over your sleeping body and grabbed your phone.

It lit up showing a long text from what looked like an ex-boyfriend. Bla bla bla - we should still be together - bla bla bla - Tara saw you with a guy - bla bla bla - he is trouble

His eyebrows drew together looking up at the name at the top of the screen the phone nearly slipped from his fingers.

No fucking way. No fucking way was he leaving you behind for that scum bag. He didn't know you that well but you'd barely shut up after dinner. Thinking of the comments you made about your ex became very worrisome.

He put your phone down on the side table. The thought of leaving was already heavy on his mind all night. He gave up on entanglements a long time ago for this exact reason. But if this was what was waiting for you, being with him and Lemon was really the safer option. Therefore it would technically be rescuing you....

He looked up at the ceiling to see your sleeping face nestled into his neck, unable to understand how he got so lucky.

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What about Dom male reader and namor are at a nice fancy party with other leaders like shuri and such. But then namor is wearing a revealing outfit like a loincloth(i think thats whats it called,sorry about my memory again)with no top too.And is trying to make his husband jealous by showing off his skin while talking to others,eats food really sexy, talks in his ear about what he wants his husband to do to him in this outfit. And then reader holds back until they get to a hotel to leave to the ocean in a couple of days. Which leads to reader about to spank him and pulling it up to see him wearing nothing nothing under and makes him count his spanks. Which leads to him degrading namor and fingering him but edging him everytime he gets close as his punishment.-🐻‍❄️

omg--I love all of the ideas your giving me keep it coming please 🐻‍❄! Hope you enjoy the fic my friend.

Warnings! Heavy smut, spanking, slut being used, whore, clothed sex, public teasing, half naked bodies.

NAMOR X DOM MALE READER

"Aren't you going all out for this little party."

Namor turns around facing his husband in the middle of their hotel room. "I wanted to look nice. Showing off my traditional clothes and jewelry." Namor says walking up to Y/n with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Looks like you're showing off something way more than traditional." Y/n responds back eyeing his husband up and down.

"My king~ Do you not like it?" Namor says with a fake pout cupping Y/n's face pulling his face down.

"No.no.. It's just that i'm afraid that someone is gonna like it even more than they should."

"What Y/n. Are you jealous?" Namor says in a teasing tone with his feathers fluttering a little by the thought of making Y/n jealous. Before Namor gets to tease his husband anymore Y/n rolls his eyes and takes Namor's hand leaving the hotel.

TIMESKIP

Once the two kings arrived it liked the whole world only focused on them. The two looked no doubt the best in the party maybe outshining princess Shuri who made the whole thing.

As the two walk through the entrance of the party scanning the room Namor slips out a smirk on his lips when he feels eyes everywhere on his body while his husband glare at some of the people he catches staring.

After they found a good table to stay at. Groups of different kings, queens and royalties go over to the couple striking up conversations. Namor could feel eyes traveling down his body so he takes the opportunity and opens his legs out kinda wide with only the cloth blocking his private area.

"So king Y/n how is-----"The man trails off gawking at Namor's half naked body. Y/n looks at the man confused before trailing where his eyes are looking at and lands at Namor's body.

Y/n instinctively puts his hand on Namor's inner thigh holding a protective grip on it.

Soon enough the strangers begin to get the hint and leave the pair alone.

"Thought you weren't jealous?~"

As soon as that escaped Namor's lips Y/n gave him a death glare and closed Namor's legs together with a huff.

"You're gonna be the death of me." Y/n responds back with a groan leaning into his chair.

Small Timeskip!

Y/n and Namor were at the table eating the food engaging in some small talk here and there. Everything was going great and comfortable until Y/n heard a soft moan. Y/n eyes shoot up to his husband who is eating the steak he had ordered not too long ago.

Y/n gives him a confused look opening his mouth to speak but is cut off when Namor speaks before him. "Sorry. It's just so hot and thick and feels so good on my tongue I didn't mean to moan." Namor says with his doe eyes making Y/n become even more flustered.

A few seconds later it happened again. Then again and again.

It didn't matter how much Y/n tried to ignore the sounds and his husband's body never left the back of his mind.

Namor knew what he was doing. He always found a way to show off his body and make his husband jealous. Now he was gonna add the cherry on the cake.

Namor waited for Y/n was talking to some people before he made his move. Namor stalked up behind Y/n before whispering "You know... We can't get away with a lot of things with this outfit on." Y/n gives his husband a side-eye before turning back around focusing on the conversation.

The king sighs in defeat but he never stops the teasing.

Namor would pull his lover at a little private place in the party and whisper into Y/n's ear.

"My king~ No one will suspect anything if I ride you in this outfit. I want us to fuck like theres no tomorrow."

Y/n listens to his husband with a huff. "I know what we can do in that outfit." That causes Namor's eyes to shine getting all kinds of thoughts about what Y/n would do.

"Lets head back to the hotel okay?" Y/n takes Namor's hand guiding him out of the party and back to the hotel.

TIMESKIP

Once they arrive back into their hotel room Y/n sits on the edge of the bed waiting for his husband while Namor stands in the front of the room frozen in place seeing his husband pissed face.

Y/n pats his thigh feeling impatient and opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it when Namor crawls over his thigh bending over on his legs. "Namor love, would you be good and count?" Namor gives Y/n a weak nod yes. Y/n lifts up the cloth eyes a bit wide seeing ass completely naked.

"Nothing underneath. What a fucking slut." Y/n says giving Namor a hard slap on the ass. Namor squirms and whines. "Are you death? I said count!" Y/n lands another hard spank causing Namor to cry out a shaky "O-one!" "Good boy. That proves that your not a total dumb slut." Y/n spanks Namor even harder than the last two. "two!"

"Who would have known that my husband is a complete whore wearing nothing but a cloth to cover himself." Y/n slaps him again. "Th-ree~" Namor moans out feeling his cock twitch against Y/n's pants.

"Oh! We got a moan this time. You are so disgusting. Moaning and drooling like you were some animal." Y/n spanks him making tears escape Namor's eyes.

"Four!~" "Should we go to twenty?" "N-noo!~ please no!~ I beg you my king..." Y/n uses his free hand to hold Namor's jaw up raising his face up seeing his teary face and drooling on his chin.

"Twenty and that's final .Because whores like you doesn't tell me what to do."

The rest of the sixteen spanks were complete hell for Namor. Not because he didn't like it. Because his cock ached and throbbed with each single hit. He felt like hes gonna break soon feeling his peak almost reaching but he knew if he came without permission would get him in more trouble.

"Y-Y/n" Namor moans out his husband's name feeling Y/n's finger getting pushed inside of him. Y/n watches Namor move himself up and down on his fingers helping him out a bit by curving and twisting his finger. Soon enough Y/n adds another finger while he uses his other hand to hold Namor's hips down as he fingers him.

"I-im bout to cum!~ i'm close iM close!" Namor moans out with high pitch moans escaping his lips. Y/n pulls his fingers out watching Namor's cock twitch and leaks precum.

Y/n stops and flips Namor over pinning him on the bed. "f--fuck me my love. Please fuck me!~" Y/n unzips his pants and pulls them down leaving his hard cock still inside his underwear. Y/n holds onto Namor's thighs holding them up as he grinds on Namor's ass.

Even though Y/n still is covered it's enough for Namor to feel his orgasm nearing again. Namor grinds his hips down onto Y/n's hard bulge feeling his own cock twitch and Namor throws his head back with a loud moan.

"CUMMING!~ fu-fuck my king i'm about to cum!~" Namor flinches feeling his tip being covered by Y/n's hand.

"Not yet. Did you forget this was your punishment? Such a fucking dumb slut you are."

THE END

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