#if im picking at my skin she gets on the counter and bats my hands and yells at me until i stop (<-learned that from watching my partner)

[hatterladz]

With every new skill my cat learns is another day I wonder if my cat is actually a cat or either a supernatural creature I allowed into my home or a human spirit reincarnated as a cat because she is too damn smart for her own good

[andvys]

omg im back!! this is super long so im sorry for taking up your whole inbox but if you can't already tell im a huge fan of dwoht!! honey anon ❤️

He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing the spots that aren’t hidden by the covers. His fingers itch as he stares at your soft skin. He notices the scar on your shoulder, the one that a bat left, the one that you ripped off of him, saving him from a wound it would have left on his abdomen if you hadn’t saved him – you took the scar that was meant for him. 

waittt that's so romantic 🤭

All that you do is turn around in your sleep, holding onto the sheets as you stay deeply asleep. 

oh she's me

What will you think when you wake up to an empty bed? 

knowing Andy it will probably be a prelude to angst, Steve... should've known it by now 😁

He puts on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt, taking his time styling his hair while his mind is still all over the place. He puts on his favorite cologne, hoping that it will drive you crazy just the way your perfume drives him crazy. 

gray sweatpants?? pics or didn't happen

“You are not a stray, but you are a cat, girl,” Argyle says to you as he steps inside, patting Steve on the shoulder, “always got her claws out, right man?” 

i fucking love Argyle 😭 hongyle or argoney is our ship name now

“Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know how to fuck.” You murmur, narrowing your eyes at him.

oooh that hurt him

He brings his hand forward, letting go of your head so he can cup your cheek, before you can even finish your sentence or react to his touch, he leans forward and smashes his lips against yours, finally kissing you with his eyes closed and his body now pressed against yours. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He could just slip inside of you with ease, you’re wet enough to take him but he still wants to stretch you open with his fingers first. 

oh okay ! good for them.... good for them.... 😭

“Like hell that was a one time thing,” he mumbles against your lips as he grabs your waist with both hands and picks you up without a struggle. 

YAAAAAY TELL HER

“Y-You came inside of me…” You mumble, dropping your arms to your sides. 

NOT THEM BEING SO IRRESPONSIBLE 😭😭

“I’m not on the pill, Steve!” You frown at him, pushing him away from you so you can brush past him. 

GIRL BYE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAVA

He didn’t put much thought into how awkward it would be to ask for a Plan B, but the moment he asked the old lady behind the counter, and she looked at him disapprovingly, he suddenly wished for the ground to swallow him WHOLE

NOT THE OLD LADY TOO AHAHAHAHA THIS IS SENDING ME

“You should go to church and pray, boy.”

GOODBYE 😭😭

“Well, we fucked.” 

this is so funny to me because of the chaos and awkwardness 😭 imagine fucking you lifelong nemesis almost getting pregnant with him 😭

“Well, there isn’t,” he shrugs, “I see whoever I want and you do… the same.” He almost chokes on his own words. 

NO STEVE THAT’S NOT HOW YOU GET THE GIRL!!

How many girls have occupied this space before? 

:(( poor blondie

You shut out your negative thoughts, letting your curiosity in. You tiptoe across his room and stop in front of his bookshelf – that’s filled with more comics and movies than books. A polaroid camera sitting on the shelf, next to a fake plant. Of course, he got himself a fake plant. 

not his ugly ass grandpa straight man alpha room 😭

He cracks a smile at your words, eyes flashing with amusement, “didn’t know Eddie was my girlfriend.” 

BAHAHAHA BUT HE IS

Neither of you called. 

nooooo 😭

You could’ve called too, he even told you to, but for some reason, you thought that it was just another way to tease you, you heard the mocking tone in his voice, you saw the smirk he looked at you with. 

no girly don't let him use you !!!

“...Chandler…”

CHANDLER??? 😭😭😭😭 OF ALL NAMES FUCKING CHANDLER IM CRYING

But your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull and you almost choke on the sip you just took when Eddie’s eyes grow comically wide as he takes a look at Steve’s back. Your best friend’s jaw drops before a gasp falls from his lips. 

GOODBYE THIS WHOLE THING IS SO AMUSING TO ME 😭😭 i can see the drink squirting out of eddie's nose

“I know we haven’t talked much, but um… I was wondering– cause… I love Robin, seriously but– okay um…” she stutters, closing her eyes for a moment as she shakes her head before she opens her eyes again and looks back up, “I was gonna ask if you would like to go shopping with me?” 

OMG YES

Suddenly, Steve lunges forward, using the hand that just hid his eye to grab yours, he opens both eyes and greets you with a smirk before he pulls you into the water. 

omg they're cute when they're not idiots 😭

“I’m just saying, I’m not even speaking out of experience, dude,” Argyle slurs, holding his hands up in surrender, “I think you can’t have sex with just one person and be happy with it – how can you even know what’s good when you’ve only been with one person!?” 

thats literally such a man thing to say. we're OVER argyle

With a sigh, you lean back in your chair, and look at your best friend, “fine… eight.” 

GIRL EIGHT?? EIGHT WHERE?? SPILL

And, Steve… Oh, Steve is really not having the best time tonight. He knows exactly who you mean, Jacob Leeney. 

he sounds like a douchebag

No matter how fast his lips move against yours, he isn’t the one in control today, and he knows it, he can feel it… and to his surprise, he doesn’t mind it. 

YEAH you know your place boy

But just as he’s about to break the kiss to start begging for you to touch him, you roughly pull away and take a step back from him, leaving him without the warmth you just provided him with. 

SHOW HIM GIRL SHOW HIM

“You’re basically the older version of Max,” he grins, “you’re both stubborn and act all cold even though you’re the biggest softies at heart.” 

AAA that's so cute i love max

Jennifer Mitchell stands in front of Steve in all her glory, clad in a short sundress, her boobs are nearly on full display, her dark waves falling down her tanned back as she twirls the front strand around her finger, she glances back at you when the bell above the door goes off, her plump lips are the first thing you look at – god, you can’t even lie to yourself and think that she isn't gorgeous, because she is, you’re not blind. 

JENNIFER GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

But you aren’t, you aren’t the only one, you aren’t the special one, you aren’t enough for him. 

oh i have an idea! kick steve in the balls 😁

He licks his lips as he eyes the top you’re wearing, low cut and stopping just below your belly button, showing off your cleavage and your soft skin. You replaced your skirt with shorts that are even shorter than what you wore before, but they look much more comfortable, soft and perfect to… sleep in. He can’t wait to rip them off of you and dive his face into your pussy.

OH! OKAY! 😁

“Mmm, can’t remember it that well,” he shrugs, sipping his beer, “so maybe I should refresh my memory a bit.”

shove that beer up his a-

“Did Jennifer do this to you, Steve?” You murmur against his skin as you press another soft kiss to his scar, “or did she just lay there, making you do all the work?” 

SHES SO POSSESSIVE ITS KINDA ICONIC

“Ah,” you nod as a smirk reappears on your lips, “that confirms that no one ever rode you before.”

omg you basically took his virginity 😁

“Steve is gay.” 

BAHAHAHAHAHA SHERLOCK HAS NOTHING ON YOU GIRL!!

Nancy has been nothing but kind and sweet to you, and you can’t help but feel guilt and regret growing inside of you for the way you once felt about her. 

she's actually the cutest ever

“You’re the prettiest girl at this party.” 

jacob is giving where the hell have you been loca

“You plan on fucking him tonight, Blondie?” He sneers, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. 

GOODBYE i thought it was blondie talking to steve 😭

“New rule then, Blondie,” he mumbles, not stopping with the kisses on your neck, “we leave with each other when we are at the same place. So, meaning today it’s me.” 

ummm... just say you're exclusive you DUMBASS 😭

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie!” 

AWWW CUTIES (says while ignoring this being screamed during rough sex)

“I know, baby, I know.” 

STOP THIS IS GENUINELY CUTE (and very hot i got butterflies)

“Well, did you think I’d let him steal you away from me…?” He asks, clearing his throat as he adds, “tonight?” 

go hit your head against the wall steve 😁

You turn around when your name is being called again, to find Jacob walking towards you. Oh. 

HAHAHA FUCK YOU JACOB (oh except she didn't 🤭)

“Get out.” He demands, not nicely. 

now blondie should do the thing they do in gta when they pull someone out of the car and steal it

“Would you prefer a wheelchair?” He laughs, not noticing the stunned look on your face, as you open and close your mouth a few times. “I’ll be right back, Blondie,” he shoots you a smile before he opens the door, letting light seep into the room from the bright hallway, he takes another glance at you over his shoulder before he steps out and makes his way into the bathroom. 

THE WHEELCHAIR MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD HAHAHA

You are so devastatingly beautiful.

and you're still not making a damn MOVE. men 😫

“Oh wait, you probably don’t want to get it wet again,” Steve mumbles, as he looks around the room, knowing that you left your hair clip here after your shower last night. He finds it on the counter and reaches for it. 

that's what she said

You crane your neck, looking at the plate before him, excitement flashes in your eyes, “I love waffles.”

I LOVE WAFFLES TOO

“I know you do,” he says, smiling. “What do you want with them, berries and syrup?” 

now steve needs to make me waffles too 😞

“Oh my god, Steve.” You hold your hand in front of your mouth after swallowing the first bite, looking at him in awe.

that's what she said

“That’s how you sounded last night,” he wiggles his eyebrows. 

OMG STOP THAT WAS MY JOKE

“You eat your waffles with nutella?” 

i haven't had nutella in years and now im so hungry

The sweetness of the waffle, the chocolate and the freshness of the berry, burst in your mouth, creating the perfect combination. Your eyes widen, and you sit back as you hold your hand in front of your mouth after releasing the fork from your lips. You moan at the taste and take your time savoring the flavors.

reading this at night wasn't the best idea i think . . .

“Last time I checked, I didn’t have a vagina. I think you know that fact pretty well.”  

you have a mental one 😁

“Oh?” You tilt your head, “and where’d you learn how to cook?” 

i read this as "where'd you learn how to cock"

“You’re italian?” 

HE'S ITALIAN LETS GOO!!!! STEVE GO MAKE ME A LASAGNE!!!!!!

“And my cooking skills,” he smiles, nodding. “I’m gonna knock you off your feet, the next time you stay over, I’ll cook you the best pasta you ever had.” 

I WOULD ACTUALLY PROPOSE RIGHT THERE

He stepped into an empty house after fighting against evil. 

this is so heartbreaking nooo 💔💔

He had no one to come home to. 

i can adopt you steve if you make pasta for me

“We don’t have to fuck, Blondie. You can let me eat your pussy though, it’ll help her recover.” 

is this a safe space to admit it's kinda hot when he refers to it as her lmao 😭

You pout as you turn around to face him, looking down at yourself, “wow, this is the real walk of shame.” 

FOR REAL I CAN PICTURE HER LIMPING IN HIS CLOTHES TO HIS CAR 😭

You reach for the seatbelt, buckling it in as you take a deep breath, though instead of exhaling again, you freeze and your eyes widen. The smell of sex still lingers deeply in the car. 

ew you both 😭

“Couldn’t you have taken five minutes to clean up a bit?” 

REMIND THE KIDS AND ROBIN TO NEVER. NEVER! SIT IN THE BACK OF HIS CAR.

“Good, I’m glad,” she nods, “we decided to do a barbecue instead of movie night, so I hope you’re hungry.” 

IM STARVING READING THIS CHAPTER. stevie do you wanna make me a burger

“Yeah, Argyle is attempting to make cocktails.”

i can think of something else involving argyle and coc—

He nods, scoffing slightly as he starts to take it out, letting his hair fall loose around his face, “well you see, I didn’t steal it, rather, I found it. Right–” He pauses as he walks over further into Steve’s room, turning away from the both of you, he slams the scrunchie on the dresser and turns back, the smile now missing, “--Here.”

BUSTEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD

“Dating?” Steve scoffs, chuckling a little as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Fuck no, it’s just sex.”

FUCK NO? oh im gonna show you fuck no you little bitch

“It’s just sex, Munson,” he says, with an unsure tone in his voice, and a bitter taste on his tongue, that he swallows harshly. “Nothing more.” 

HIT HIM IN THE BALLS

You have no experience with babies at all, you have given her the bottle, you even changed her diaper, but your sister was around, and you didn’t spend the whole day alone with her. 

you're stronger than me girl cause i would not agree 😭

This is surely one of his dreams, he is convinced of it, why else would he wake up beside you, and a baby who looks like you?

NO ESCAPE FROM THIS ONE STEVE. but also imagine if you wake up after having sex with a girl to a sight of her holding a baby that looks like her 😭 i would have a heart attack

You look at him, as you pull your niece closer, holding her up, you press her against your chest, “can you believe that we made a baby overnight?” 

HAHAHA IM SAYINGGG

Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrt

GOOODBYEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles before his eyes widen further at the curse word that just left his lips, “I shouldn’t have said that, shit– I mean, I’m sorry, please forget what I just said,” he rambles, as though she understood a single thing that he said. 

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY I CANNOT SKEJOSBDIS

Realization replaces the look in your eyes – he is entering a baby fever trance, with your niece nonetheless. It makes your smile reappear, that’s how you feel too, every time you get to spend time with her. 

couldn't be me but good for you steve!!

“Just a little bit,” you slur, and raise your hand to show him as you furrow your brows and hold your thumb and pointer finger into an L shape, “so much.” 

GIRL 😭😭 if you do something embarrassing now i SWEAR

“Yeah, I think so too, honey,” he murmurs, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily, almost normal, “you don’t feel sick, do you?” 

HONEY MENTION I HEAR MY NAMEEE 😁

“Billy did,” you shrug. 

OH NOO

Your eyes crinkle as you beam at him, stealing his breath away with simple reactions like these. 

AND IN THE BLINK OF A CRINKLING EYE

Steve Harrington is down bad. 

NOW HE'S DOWN BAD CRYING IN THE GYM

“You’re feeling okay though, right?” He whispers as he slowly brings his hand up to the side of your face and he cups your cheek. 

and then she just vomits on him— im sorry

“But nothing could take me away from you, he’d just have to suck it up,” you whisper as you peck his lips again, shutting down the worries in his head. 

AAAAAAAAAA OKAY IT'S HAPPENING

And then, you finally pull him into a longer kiss. 

THEYRE KISSING THEYRE KISSING SNSJSHEOBEISJSIW

“Can I be with you tonight?”

THEYRE SO CUTE 🥹🥹

“You really think I’m that disgusting?” Steve asks, not bothering to hide the hurt in his voice. 

OOOH DRAMA TIME

“Eat at least half of that.” He commands and you just grumble something, cutely so, underneath your breath as you take a bite. He knew you probably didn’t eat anything at the fair, a possible reason for your drunkenness.

if she doesn't want it i can eat!!

He doesn’t notice that you had turned your head to look at him again, and a wolf whistle is heard in the room, making him turn to look at you. You have a cheeky smile on your face and he feels himself blushing slightly as he laughs, taking his pants off next, leaving him in boxers only. 

LMAOOO SHES SO FUNNY

“Can’t believe I fell for you, Blondie.”

AAA THE FLUFF THIS IS ADORABLE I CANNOT 😭❤️

HIIIIII!!! PLEASE DONT EVER APOLOGIZE FOR THAT? YOU CAN SPAM MY INBOX ALL YOU WANT, YOU'RE WELCOME TO DO THAT ANYTIME ♡ I'm so happy you like this series so much!!!! YOUR REACTIONS HAD ME GIGGLING AND LAUGHING THE WHOLE TIME

THANK YOU FOR THIS REVIEW YOU JUST MADE MY DAY 😭

THE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN LOCA COMMENT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD LDJAWFAJWLFAJFR

I love how you went from giving yourself and argyle a ship name to saying its over LMAO

No one should ever sit in the backseat again, I agree with you 🤭

and honey, you know this is always a safe space 😌

I love all your comments 😭 THANK YOU AGAIN 🩷 I think you're gonna like the next chapter A LOT 😌

[topsytervy]

S'mores ~ JJ Maybank

Im not gonna lie, had no idea where I was taking this cause it was a wip that I started in like November and then started up again and then I couldn't decide between S'mores or Gentleman for the title but I stuck with the original title. Also, I almost forgot that people actually use and like chocolate with their s'mores because I never use chocolate on mine.

Blurb: a craving for s'mores results in a late night trip to the gas station because Sarah Cameron apparently can't afford her own Hershey chocolate bar.

Word count: 1,821

Warnings: swearing, spelling/grammar errors, i think thats it

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"God I want s'mores so bad." You groaned.

You were currently laying on the floor with your head on your boyfriend’s lap, the craving for a little snack eating at you. JJ smiled as he played with your hair, back against the couch as he basked in the moment.

"We can’t do a bonfire right now baby. I’m sorry." He told you, bending down to kiss your forehead.

He had a point. It was 1 AM and neither you nor JJ planned on staying up to make a fire just to have some smores. In fact, JJ was pretty sure you were about 5 minutes away from falling asleep as long as you had some food in your stomach.

Hell, he was almost there himself and he wasn't even laying down.

"Baby," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Hmm?" JJ smiled down at you.

"Do you have your lighter?" 

"Always, sweetheart." 

You raised one of your arms slightly, making grabby hands at the air, indicating you wanted the lighter.

"Awe. My little pyromaniac." JJ cooed as he reached into his pocket.

You rolled your eyes as JJ held his zippo lighter in his hand, reaching up to grab it but JJ pulled it away,  holding it up out of reach.

"Uh-uh, baby. Rolling your eyes is rude. What makes you think I’m gonna give it to you now?" He smirked.

You sighed, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down towards you.

You pressed your lips onto JJs gently, staying there for a moment before gently pushing his face away. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. May I have the lighter now?" You asked as nicely as possible.

JJ leaned down and pecked your lips once more as he slipped the lighter into your hand, making sure you had a grip on it.

You sat up and made your way into a standing position before walking to the kitchen, grabbing a plate, a fork, marshmallows, and graham crackers with no luck of finding chocolate.

"JB take all the chocolate to Sarahs again?" JJ asked when he saw you were an ingredient short. 

"Probably. As if she can’t buy her own." You replied, sitting back down and leaning against the couch next to JJ.

“Well, you can’t have s'mores without chocolate so,” JJ stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you up as well, “let’s run down to that gas station that’s open 24 hours and get some. Yeah?” 

You grinned. “Are you sure you want to, JJ?” 

“Am I sure that I want to go on a late-night drive to the gas station with my girlfriend just to get chocolate so she can have a s’more before bed?” He tapped his chin with his index finger as if he was thinking before jabbing his fingers into your waist, causing you to jump slightly before letting out a small laugh. “Absolutely. Just to make sure you’re happy.” 

You placed your hands on your cheeks and averted your gaze, a sheepish grin on your lips. “Stop. You’re making me blush.” 

“C’mon, sugar. Let’s go.” JJ grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door.

“Slow down there J-bird. Shoes, remember?” You yanked him back, leaning down to toss his boots to him.

He sighed as he pulled them on and you slipped on your sandals.

“Can we go now?” 

You nodded and he grabbed your hand once more, tossing you a hoodie before dragging you out of the chateau. You climbed into JJ’s truck and pulled on the hoodie he threw to you, breathing in his scent as you did.

JJ looked over to make sure you were buckled in and once he saw that you were, he pulled out of the driveway, heading down the road in the direction of the gas station.

JJs hand found it's place on your thigh and a tired smile fell on your lips. 

You broke the silence after a few minutes. "You know, not many people would take me to go get something as small a chocolate just so I can have s'mores." 

JJ smiled as he took his hand from your thigh and entwined it with your hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving the road. "That's because not many people are gentlemen like me."

You snorted before slapping your hand over your mouth, trying your best not to laugh. JJ looked at you with an offended look before turning his eyes back to the road. "I cannot believe you, Y/N." He dragged out, a playful tone lacing his voice so you knew he wasn't actually mad. 

He pulled his hand away from yours and you whined, grabbing his hand. "JJ don't."

"No. Apparently, I am not a gentleman. I open the door for you, I give you my sweatshirt, I take you to a gas station at like 1:00 in the morning to get chocolate for s'mores. I…I just don't know what to say." JJ pulled his hand away, looking out his window for a dramatic second.

"JJ," You grabbed his wrist again and tugged it onto your lap, attempting to hold his hand but JJ just shrugged you off as he pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.

He put the truck in park and leaned against the door as he dug into his pocket.

"You're so dramatic." You shook your head with a tiny smile.

He gestured towards the door of the gas station as he pulled out his wallet and tossed it to you. "Go get your shit, baby. I'll wait here." 

You leaned over and kissed his cheek as you opened your door before unbuckling and hopping out of the truck. 

You looked back to see JJ watching you before disappearing into the building. You smiled at the cashier before going down the aisle and picking up a bar of chocolate before seeing the nutty bars. You grabbed a couple for JJ and looked up at the coolers where the energy drinks were. You walked over to the drinks as the door chimed, signaling someone had entered.

You scanned the energy drinks before reaching out to open the door but stopped when arms circled around your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder.

You jumped slightly. "Jesus, J." You breathed, placing a hand to your heart when you noticed it was your boyfriend. "I thought you were gonna wait in the car."

"I was but then I saw Barry pull up and there's no way I'm leaving you alone in any building with that douchebag." He murmured, kissing your temple.

You nodded before opening the cooler this time and grabbing a redbull for JJ before turning around in his arms. "Nutty bars and redbull for breakfast sound good?" You held them up and JJ grinned.

"For me?" 

"For you, handsome."

"I'm flattered that you know me so well and help me have an unhealthy breakfast."

"Yeah well better than a beer for breakfast." You pecked his lips before pulling away from him and walking towards the cashier.

"Is it really though?" JJ raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

You shrugged, placing everything on the counter and the cashier began ringing it up. You saw Barry out of the corner of your eye and saw him smirk. You subconsciously shifted closer to JJ and focused on the price the guy was saying. You opened JJ's wallet to pay for it when Barry stepped in.

"I've got you princess. Put the money away." He drawled, pulling out his own wallet and paying the guy.

Your hand immediately went to JJ's wrist, knowing he was upset at the fact that Barry had paid for your shit and then called you princess. You handed JJ his wallet back and looked at his clenched jaw and fist. His eyes didn't leave Barry as he shoved his wallet into his pocket. 

You thanked the cashier and Barry, who replied with 'anything for you, princess' with a smirk on his face, before grabbing the bag and dragging JJ out of there before he could start anything.

Once in the safety of the truck you grabbed JJs hand. "You good, baby?"

JJ took a deep breath before nodding. "Yeah, I'm good. At least I didn't leave with any less money right?" You nodded in response.

It was quiet the entire ride back to the chateau and you two walked inside, kicking off your shoes as JJ handed you his lighter yet again and you walked onto the kitchen. 

You placed the marshmallow on the fork and opened JJ's lighter, holding the marshmallow over it and watching it toast. Sure, it took way longer than a campfire but it got the job done. You broke off a piece of chocolate and placed it on the graham cracker before adding the marshmallow. 

Once you completed your task, you saw that JJ had pulled out the sleeper sofa and got it all made, laying down on it.

"Thank you for taking me to get chocolate baby." You sat next to him and immediately took a bite out of your treat, moaning at the taste. He didn't say anything, not even a sexual comment at the noise you made, and you sighed. "Alright, pretty boy. What's going on up there?" You tapped his forehead before taking another bite.

JJ didn't even hesitate or stutter through his question. "Would you leave me for Barry?" 

You choked on your s'more. "God no. I'd date psycho Cameron before dating Barry." You answered, suddenly not hungry anymore. "Here, you can finish it since I'm now deeply scarred." JJ quietly took the treat from your hand and finished it off quickly, not even batting an eye.

You laid down next to him and curled into his side, upset that Barry had to kill JJ's mood. You knew the drug dealer did it just to get under your boyfriend's skin and he clearly succeeded. You pressed a kiss to JJ's shoulder before getting an idea.

"You know, that was very gentleman-like of you. Not causing a scene back there and not letting your anger get the best of you. You are officially the biggest gentleman on the island." You smirked, glancing up at the blonde to see if his mood would change.

He looked at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

A grin spread across his lips as he pulled you so you were half-laying on him. "What can I say, Y/N? You just bring out the gentleman in me." 

You wrapped your arms around him and looked up at his face. "I'm glad baby. Does this mean I get a kiss cause of it?" 

JJ smirked. "Baby, you can get a kiss whenever you want."

You smiled as he leaned down and you closed your eyes, his lips pressing against yours moments later and his hold tightening around you.

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[mxchellesworld]

𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, use of toys, exhibitionism, degradation, knife play, bondage

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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You had on a creme colored slip dress and underneath was the set which you had bought earlier in the day. Once you got home you had thrown your bags onto the couch and ran to your closet to look for a perfect outfit. You wanted to look angelic in contrast to the sins which you were hoping to commit during the night. 

You had searched in your shoe boxes for an old pair of heels you had from your college days. They were blush pink blocky heels which had long straps that wrapped around your calves. 

As annoying as you knew it would be you dusted some body glitter on your collar and shoulders to shine bright under the club lights. You did some dewy makeup and and made sure to highlight the highest points in your face. The final touch were your dangly earrings and a simple chain around your neck. 

Ordering an uber you waited in the lobby of your apartment with a fuzzy jacket over your outfit to keep off some of the chilly night air. 

You ended up showing up to the club at 6:55. You thanked the driver and bid him a good night. Walking down the familiar corridor you noticed someone else was in Penelope’s spot. 

You had texted her before you came asking if she was going to be around. She mentioned she was meeting with her brothers but insisted on grabbing brunch soon. 

A man with short dark curls and stubble was sitting at the desk. He greeted you with a bright smile. You were seriously going to ask Cat and Spencer where they found all these models to work for them. 

“Hey sweetheart are you new here?” he asked extending his hand for you to shake. 

You shook his hand and nodded, “Yeah kinda, I was here like last week. Is there anywhere I can put this?” you asked tugging on your jacket. 

“Just write your name on a sticky note and I’ll tuck it under here for you.”

He handed you the pad and a pen. You noticed the way the veins popped on his large hands. You pulled off the sticky and shrugged off your jacket. His eyes lingered over your curves as your dress was tight enough to hug them nicely. 

Handing both the items to him, he spoke again. “Why don’t you go ahead and add your number down on that note. In case you leave without it of course.”

You were about to reply when a voice spoke up from behind you, “Flirting on the job again, Luke.” You felt Cat’s hand on the small of your back. 

“Hey I’m just trying to be welcoming,” he said raising his hands in surrender. 

“Right,” she said. 

He looked back at you, “I’ll keep this safe Y/n, you have a good one sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” you said before looking back at Cat then letting her guide you. 

“You’ve just been catching everyones attention this week haven’t you angel,” she spoke in your ear. You shivered at her actions. 

“Yeah but not from who I wan though,” you said with a pout. 

She led you to the bar and nodded at a brunette who was behind the counter, “Aw are you upset we haven’t been around to give you what you want baby.” 

You nodded then looked at the bartender who placed two drinks in front of you, giving her a smile. They were pink and had lemon wedge on the side. It was fruity and you could taste the hint of alcohol in them. 

“Yes. Using toys on my own can only do so much Catherine,” you said looking in her eyes. You noticed the way her jaw tensed at the use of her full name. 

She grabbed your cheeks in her hand pressing on them just enough for you to feel pressure, “I think you forget you’re not the one in charge here angel.” 

You eyes widened. You forgot this wasn’t just a normal club. Anywhere else people might have looked at the scene in curiosity but here no one batted an eye when just around the corner people were doing worse for the eyes of everyone to see. 

“Well then why don’t you remind me,” you said challenging her. 

She got up dragging you by your hair, you noticed she was making way to the playrooms. She tapped on an earpiece you never saw behind her hair, “I’m gonna need Spencer in room number 3 please. Spencer room 3.”

She unlocked the door with a key she pulled out of her blazer, leaving it wide open. In the center of the room was a large bed and various pieces of furniture spread throughout. She pushed you down onto it, her hand traveling to grip around your throat. 

“Is this what you wanted? You want me and Spencer to play with you here and show everyone exactly who’s fucking slut you are,” she gritted out. 

You whined lowly trying to nod your head but of course she didn’t take that. 

“Whats your color?” she asked. 

“Green Mistress.” With that she landed a smack across your face. It wasn’t hard but enough for you to feel a little sting.

“Seems like we really did fuck you stupid. I’m gonna give you one more time to answer me correctly. Do you want us to fuck you here in front of everyone and let them see who fucking owns this tight little cunt.”

You all but yelled in response, “Yes Mistress please!”

Just then Spencer walked. He was wearing a black suit with just a white dress shirt under, the top two buttons undone again. 

He looked at Cat with a smirk then turned to you with an instant stone cold gaze. It drove you wild to see how quickly his demeanor changed. 

“Get on all fours and keep your head down,” Cat said before walking over to Spencer. 

You could hear their whispering voices as they decided what they’d do with you. Somehow you disliked that much more than when they would speak as if you weren’t in the room at all. At least then you knew what was coming. For now you shivered in anticipation knowing damn well you pushed all the right buttons to get to this moment. 

You heard the patter of Spencer’s dress shoes and Cats heels click on the floor as they moved about. The sound of a flip being switched but no lights in the room changing let you know it was the one on the sign of the door, signaling anyone could watch in. 

Before you knew it the sounds of more people walking in and spreading across the room brought you out of your thoughts. However Spencer came and tapped you on your back. You slowly lifted your head not knowing if you were allowed to. 

“You can sit,” he said softly. Another quick change from his last attitude. 

You pushed yourself off your hands and sat back with your bum resting on your calves. He leaned in slowly, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, “Im gonna explain a few things to you, alright?”

“Yes Sir,” you said nodding. 

He gave you a small smile before continuing, “Ok so all these people here are for you,” he said gesturing to them. You peered around and saw how they looked at you with a hungry gaze. 

“However if at any point you don’t want them here or you need to stop just call red. Again, there is no punishment in doing so, and they will understand also. You got that princess?” he said searching your eyes. 

“Yeah, thank you Spencer,” you said making sure he truly understood how grateful you were of him taking his time with you. 

“Great now lie back. I’m gonna tie you up with these,” he said pulling out roped from a drawer that was within the side of the bed. 

You scooted up to rest your head on the pillows lifting your hands above your head for him to take. He used the red rope to intricately tie them to the frame above you.

You gave them a test tug, “Are they too tight?” he asked.

“No Sir,” you said with a smile. 

Cat walked back over trailing her trusty crop up your body. The dress had slipped up past your thighs. 

“Whats your color angel?” she asked sweetly. 

“Very green Mistress.”

“Good girl,” she said before landing a swat on the side of your thigh. 

You yelped out at the impact which made her laugh. She moved around the space with her shoulders squared. Your eyes followed her every move trying to brace yourself for the next blow. She moved to your other side landing a swat on the top of your thigh. 

You mewled at the feeling. 

“Does our little slut like the pain?” she questioned, punctuating her sentence with another swat. 

You frantically nodded your head, “Yes Mistress! It hurts so good.”

She trailed the crop down your chest, “Well then then its not much of a punishment is it?” 

You saw Spencer walk over and noticed the knife in his hand, “Color?”

“Green sir.”

He looked you in your eyes as he trailed the knife down your cheek. Your breath hitched at the contact with cold metal. It slid down your collar then finally he pulled on to the low neckline of your dress and sliced through it. The fabric fell to your sides leaving your new set on display for everyone. 

The room was a low murmur. You noticed some people adjusting themselves in their pants even going as far as rubbing themselves over the material. 

You let out a quiet moan at the sight which Spencer had heard, “Do you see what you do to all these people angel? Too bad none of them get to lay a fucking finger on you. We’re the only ones who get to play with this perfect pussy,” he said trailing the blade down your clothed clit. 

You moaned louder at his words and the small amount of simulation. He let out a dark laugh which faded as a new sound was in your ear. Cat walked over holding a wand vibrator. 

“I gonna edge you twice. One for each time someone was flirting with whats mine,” she basically growled. 

“Yes Mistress.” 

Spencer set the knife down and pulled your legs apart. Cat wasted no time in pressing the vibrator right over your clit. You let out a symphony of moans. Your head fell back as you were swimming in pleasure. The knife was back on your skin and you felt it slice through the lace like butter. 

Spencer placed it back down then went to fondle your breasts. You let out mewls and curses of his title. Cat handed the vibe over to him and she picked up the crop. You heard the saw before you felt the impact on your opposite breast. 

“You’re getting close aren’t you angel?” she said mockingly. 

“Yes Mistress,” you said breathlessly. 

Spencer upped the setting on the vibrator and moved it around, circling right on your bud. 

“Shit I’m gonna cum,” you whined. 

“No you’re not,” Spencer said completely removing the vibrator, “Sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” You felt your clit pulsating from the loss of pleasure. 

Sure enough the vibe was placed again on your aching bud. They kept it up for a few minutes. This orgasm coming on stronger and easier due to how stimulated you were. The mix of pain and pleasure along with their degrading words spurred you on even more. 

You were writhing on the sheets, head moving back and forth, back arching as you were so close to hitting your peak. The knot in your tummy seconds from breaking. 

“You better not cum angel,” ‘Cat threatened with a swat on your tummy. 

“I’ll just add another one and another one. I can leave you here tied up over night with the vibe on the lowest setting so that you never cum.” 

You moaned out no’s and please’s for her or Spencer to end your torture. Spencer saw the way your chest heaved on the brink of release. The vibe was gone again and you let out a groan of dissatisfaction. 

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. You knew there’d be a big wet patch on the center. Looking up you saw the crowd had grown bigger. Some watching from the hallway too timid to fully be emerged in the room. A pair of familiar brown eyes caught yours. 

Luke was standing there biting his lip. His eyes raked over your flushed form and looked at the small red marks from the crop which littered your thighs. You closed them in slight embarrassment. How long had he been standing there?

Cat spoke and pulled you out of your thoughts, “Are you being shy because your little friend is here?”

“No no I think she loves it,” Spencer spoke, “I think she loves seeing people watch her act like the desperate whore she truly is.” 

“You know what angel we’ll let you cum. Just so our guests can see how pretty you look.” 

“Thank you Mistress,” you said keeping eye contact with Luke. You noticed the bulge growing in his pants. 

Spencer hooked his finger into your panties and pulled them down your legs. He threw them over for Luke to catch and winked at him. He spread your legs as you were now completely bare for everyone to see. 

Cat took the wand and you heard the vibrator roar to life again. She wasted no time pressing it on your clit and circling it. 

You let out loud moans and whimpers which you were sure could be heard all the way to the bar. Your eyes shut closed at the pleasure was flowing through you. 

“Cmon princess be our good girl and show them how good we make you feel,” Spencer said leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

With his permission the knot in your tummy broke. You felt your release flow down your thigh as you screamed curses and thanked them. Your hands pulled at the roped trying to move away from the vibe on your clit. The overstimulation being too much to handle. 

She turned it off and set it to the side. Spencer moved to untie your wrists as Cat rubbed your cheek softly. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. 

Spencer rubbed your wrists and placed small kisses on them to soothe you. You sat up and wrapped your arms around your body. Now feeling self conscious about the unfamiliar eyes watching. Spencer had noticed and shrugged off his suit jacket to place over your frame. 

“I’m gonna go get the bag from our office,” he said looking to Cat. She nodded and watched as he walked away along with the the remaining people in the room. Luke was no longer present. 

“You did so amazing tonight angel. We are so proud of you,” She took your face in her hands and pressed small kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. Finally she made it to your lips and and gave you a kiss which was nothing but reassuring. 

She pulled away to speak, “Spence is getting our bag, we brought you a sweater and sweatpants.”

“So you planned for all this to happen?” you asked quirking a brow. 

She laughed in response, “Yeah something like that.”

You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her in for more kisses. They were sweet and gentle but equally intoxicating. You could taste the strawberry mints which you remembered she kept all over the apartment. 

“Always starting without me,” Spencer said with a smile as he walked back, one hand held a brown leather bag and the other held your jacket. He closed the door behind him before setting the bag on the bed. 

You shrugged off the jacket and the torn items of clothing, “You guys owe me, I literally bought this earlier today!” you whined. 

“Yeah yeah, hands up,” he said pulling the sweater over your head. Cat pulled your hair out from under it tenderly. He squatted down to get your legs through the sweatpants. 

“I can dress myself you know,” you said through a smile. 

“Just let us take care of you angel,” Cat said holding your jacket open for you to get your arms through it. 

You sat back down to unwrap your heels. With how wobbly your legs were there was no way you’d make it out. 

Spencer’s phone chimed in his pocket, “The car’s here to pick us up. Let’s go home.”

With that you picked up the bag which held your heels and discarded clothing. You reached out to interlock your pinky with Cat’s but she shifted to hold your whole hand, looking back at you with a smile. 

You walked out of the lounge with a satisfied smile and your two favorite people on either side of you. 

[definitelyseven]

deal | two

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum. 

one (m) | two | three (m) | four (m) | five | six (m) | seven | eight (m) | nine | ten | eleven  | twelve (m) | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen - final |

You quietly watched as Jaebum interacted with his son at the dinner table. He was a cute little boy - smart and well-mannered. You wouldn’t believe he was only three years old. 

“Appa, I’m done,” Minguk said handing Jaebum his fork. He takes the fork from his hands and wipes his mouth for him. He whines to get off his high chair so he can play in the playroom. 

“You can play after your bath,” Jaebum says sternly. He turns to your step-mom, Eunbi, “Will you help him with his bath?” This catches her off-guard, making you chuckle. You had to admit, it was nice to see her be submissive for once. 

“Oh, sure...” she said getting up and taking Minguk to the bathroom. 

It was just you and him now. 

“Help me with the dishes?” he asked rhetorically whilst grabbing the empty plates and heading to the kitchen. You followed behind with the rest of the plates. You wondered why a rich man like him didn’t have any housekeepers. He did everything himself; something you wished your father knew how to do. 

The both of you were standing side by side in front of the kitchen sink. He handed you the cleaned dishes to wipe down. It was painfully quiet between you two as you thought about topics to talk about. 

“Have we met?” you blurted out. You had to know if he remembered you - maybe it was inappropriate now that he was with your step-mom, but she didn’t have to know. 

“Um, no...no I don’t think so,” he said nonchalantly while handing you another dish to wipe down. “Why?”

“You just look like someone I know,” you said giving him a subtle smile. It went quiet again after your question. You cleared your throat, attempting to start another conversation, “How did you and Eunbi meet?”

“We’re childhood friends.”

“Oh. And the both of you just started dating now?” you asked, slightly turning your body to face him.

“I was with Minguk’s mother since high school. She died while giving birth.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. She had a heart condition but insisted on having Minguk. We were prepared,” he said as he hands you another dish to wipe down. You watched him carefully, his eyes teary from the thought of his dead lover. “Eunbi said your father died around the same time.”

You didn’t respond. How dare she talk about your father to another man? Your father hasn’t even been gone for that long and she’s already thinking about marrying another man. Jaebum was the same - three years and he already moved on. 

“You both moved on quick,” you said turning your attention back to cleaning the dishes. 

“It’s not like that,” he clarified, but you kept quiet. You hear him sigh quietly. “So, who do I remind you of?” he asked trying to change the topic. 

“No one.”

“Seemed pretty important if you asked about it. A boyfriend maybe?” he asked with a smirk. 

“N-no, I’m single.”

“Good to know,” he said turning to smile at you. He leans in close to your body - his chest pressed on the left side of your arm, his right arm linked around your waist, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gulped, nervous. His scent reminded you of that day at the gym. You didn’t mistaken him for someone else. It was him and here he was standing dangerously close to you. “You missed a spot,” he said reaching for the plate on the dish rack, his face close to yours. 

You cleared your throat, moving away from him, “Right...” As you pondered about what just happened, you hear Minguk call for Jaebum from behind. He must be done with his bath. 

“Hey there,” Jaebum said picking him up into his arms. “How was your bath?”

“Eunbi doesn’t know how to give baths,” Minguk said honestly, making you laugh. Oh how you loved kids - they don’t know how to lie. “She got water all over herself.” You reached to touch Minguk’s hand in which he grabs it, holding onto your pointer finger. You could learn to love this kid. 

Eunbi comes into the kitchen, hair slightly damped in a see-through white shirt. You rolled your eyes at her. What was she trying to do? Seduce him with his kid around? Disgusting. 

You tell Jaebum that you could finish up the dishes so he can play with Minguk in the playroom. Eunbi puts on her fake smile and tells him, she’ll join them in a moment. After he leaves, she makes her way to you.

“You think it’s funny?” she said frustrated.

“Yes, actually I do. I think it’s fucking hilarious watching you pretend to be a mother when you know nothing about being one.”

“Listen,” she said letting out a frustrated sigh. “I am paying you to be here. Do better and don’t think I’ll be nice to you because of your father.”

“Don’t fucking think for a second that I’ll play nice especially when you didn’t tell me he has a son” you spatted. “If I have to suffer seeing you every day, then you better believe I’ll give you a hard time. And one more thing, don’t you fucking dare talk about my father ever again,” you glared at her. “Now be a good mother and clean up this mess,” you said walking pass her and out of the kitchen. The audacity she had talking about your father. You weren’t that little girl that could be pushed around anymore. You learned how to stick up for yourself the moment your father died; the moment she stole everything from you. 

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The next morning you made your way downstairs to the indoor gym. The one thing that was nice about moving into Jaebum’s house was how accessible everything was; indoor and outdoor pool, fully-equipped gym, music and dance studios, game room, theater, wine cellar - everything you could possibly need to fulfill your desired hobbies. You entered the indoor gym and the first thing you see is Jaebum who was running on the treadmill. You didn’t expect to see him here so early in the morning. His eyes met yours through the mirror making him stop the treadmill. “Good morning.”

“Morning. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. I can come back if you want to be alone,” you tell him.

“Don’t be silly,” he said patting your arm, “Work out with me.”

The last time you worked out with him, you ended up having sex with him. You honestly wouldn’t mind if that happened again. Jaebum jumps into the boxing ring and gestures you to enter with him by offering you his hand. 

“I’ve never boxed before.”

“I can teach you,” he said throwing you a pair of gloves before sliding on a punching mitt. “Hit me,” he instructed. As obedient as a dog, you swing your right arm to hit the mitt. “Come on, you can do better!” You swung to hit the mitt again. He dodges your hit causing you to launch forward, falling almost face down. “Get up and hit me again,” he instigates. You swing your arms left and right, left and right, but he continuously dodges it. He was provoking you on purpose. 

Using all your strength, you threw another punch at him but he dodges again. This time you were unable to catch yourself, falling face down. You groaned in pain.

“You alright?” Jaebum asked offering you his hand to help you up. You take his hand and use all your strength to pull him down onto the mat. You quickly climbed on top of him, straddling him.

You smirked, “Yeah, I’m alright. You?” As you were preparing to throw a punch at him, he grabs onto your arm tightly and flips you over. You groaned at the impact of the mat against your back. 

“Still doing okay?” he asked again, this time getting on top of you. You tried to squirm away, but the weight of his body holds you down. 

“Get off me,” you complained, struggling to get up. 

He chuckles, “I quite like this position. Don’t you?”

Sweat dripping down the side of his face, his bangs dangling in front of his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. His white tank hung loosely over his body, making his arms look more defined and his shoulders broader than you had remembered. The weight of his body pressed against yours reminded you of that day he had you at the gym. You bit your lip at the thought of his skin on yours. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead and then lightly chucking under chin.

And just like the first time you met, you batted your eyes innocently and said, “Don’t do what?” You were sure he’d remember you by now. There was no way he didn’t. 

He chuckles once again, “You’re trying to get me in trouble.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you whispered leaning forward. You were playing with fire. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but this was fun. This was exciting. The feeling of being caught and doing something gave you adrenaline, gave you courage - it made you braver. 

His hand traces up your leg to your thigh, gently stroking it. You held your breath the moment he laid his hands on you. His touches sending waves all over your body, down to your core. You gulped, nervous. Jaebum’s hand dances up your waist to your stomach before stopping just before your breasts. He was so gentle, so careful. It was like the both of you forgot Eunbi was just upstairs. 

He leans down close to your face and for a split second it looked like he wanted to kiss you. You’d happily oblige, but a loud cry came from the audio baby monitor. Minguk was up. And as if it broke Jaebum out of a trance, he quickly got off you to grab the baby monitor. 

“Thanks for working out with me,” he said before leaving to check on Minguk. 

You sighed in defeat. So close yet so far, you thought. 

[sleepyweepypeaches]

Cookies and crime pt.2

----------------------------------- Keigo Takami x reader - Fluff -

Y/n uses They/them pronouns.

Warnings:Cursing, mention of a gory true crime story

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Takami walks into the kitchen, over to Y/n who has just finished warming the food back up. "So, Cookies and crime?" Takami asks grabbing his la carte box of chicken. "Cookies and crime." Y/n confirms. On nights like this when there's nothing to do Y/n and Takami get together bake cookies and watch true crime cases. Y/n and Takami walk over to the couch with their food, "Hay, also. Did you say you turned Mount Lady away at the door, AGAIN !?" Takami asked realizing all of what Y/n said earlier. Y/n sighs, sitting on the couch "Ya, My boss might be a bitch but her boss us actually pretty cool. They said they don't want to promote heros that don't do they're actual job. So this is the third time I've had to personally turn Mount Lady away at the door. She's exhausting.". Takami throws his head back laughing "Thats so funny!" Y/n laughs along with him "I guess, she's kind of annoying after a while. I feel like I'm reasoning with a child. She's like 'do you even know who I am!?'. Ya bitch, Walmart Regina Gorge. Now stop harassing my boss before a call security! Ugh!" Y/n and Takami burst out laughing. This was the bast. Being able to vent and really laugh with each other. It's so special, when they could be themselves. Happy together.

Y/n and Takami finish eating. On they're wayback to the kitchen Y/n pops an edible. "Okay cookies!" Takami laughs. "You have been very exited about these cookies." Y/n says taking the dough out of the fridge. "Well ya, they're cookies, you're not exited about cookies!?". Takami asks, getting a pan from a cabinet and putting it on the counter. "Of corses im exited about cookies!" Y/n laughed, setting the oven. "But i'm more exited to tell you about this true crime case I saw the other day! It was fucking crazy!" Takami cuts the dough packaging open. "I don't know. Ive seen some pretty crazy shit myself." Takami smiles at them. They both go to wash they're hands in the sink." Ok, so theres this woman her name was Katie or Kathy knight or something. And she was fucking crazy! She did all kinds of terrible stuff. But what she got caught for was the worst!" Takami and Y/n finshed washing theyer hands and started putting the dough on the pan. "Well now i'm getting exited." Takami said. "So her husband at the time got a restraining order on her and told the guys he worked with if he didn't show up the next day to call the police.". "Smart" Takami chimed in. "That night she seduced him with sex to get him in a venerable position. When he was asleep she stabbed him. He woke up and tried to get away. But she chased him down the hall and continued to stab him till he was dead!". "Damn she couldn't get a divorce!?" Takami laughed. "Apparently not," Y/n said. Takami picked up a piece of cookie dough and plopped it into his mouth. "So after she killed him, she skinned him and cooked some of him into meals for they're children!" Y/n said. Takami stoped chewing his cookie dough and looked up at Y/n. "You could have told me that before I put the cookie dough in my mouth?" Takami asked jokingly. "You couldn't have waited till I finished telling you the true crime story?"

Y/n smiled at him. After Takami finished eating his cookie dough he stuck is tong out at Y/n. Y/n stuck they're tong back out at him and giggled. "Thats pretty fucked up." Takami said. "Isn't it?! I'd just get a divorce. And thats probable not going to happen ether! I'm a ride or die kinda person." Y/n says. "If you were in a relationship and the only way out was murder. I'd kill them for you on the spot!" Takami said. "Aww, you'd do that for me!?" Y/n made puppy dog eyes at Takami. Takami made puppy dog eyes back at them "Would you hide a dead body for me?". Y/n laughs "Abso-fucking-lutely! You're my best friend, I'd commit arson for you!". "Aww, same" Takami said putting a hand over his heart. Then eats another piece of cookie dough. "Ya! you're going to eat it all before we can even get the pan in the oven!" Y/n points out. "But raw cookie dough tastes really good! Here." Takami says feeding Y/n some cookie dough. "Mmm, it is. But they're better baked!" Y/n said finishing the piece of dough. The oven beeps and Takami puts the cookie into the oven. Y/n sets the timer.

After word Y/n sits themself on they're island counter. Takami positions him self in front of them. Putting his arms on each side of them. "You know. Now that I think of it. I don't think I'd ever worry about divorces or anything like that. If I were to merry someone it would probably be my best friend. Because I know they'ed be good to me and we'd take care of each other." Y/n says thoughtfully. Looking down at Takami who had dumbfounded look on his face. Takami face went pink when they made eye contact. "I umm. I never thought about marriage really." Takami says looking away. "No? I always thought you'd be a great dad." Y/n says. Takami looks back up at them. "A dad?" He asks quietly. "Ya! You're funny and caring. And you're stern when you half to be. And you're super understanding and patient!" Y/n goes on about Takami. Y/n playfully raps they're arm around his neck. "All the sexy milfs, dilfs, and nilfs would all go. 'Oh Mr. Takami, your so attractive and good with kids! Would you like to get a drink sometime?'." Y/n pouts and bats they're eyes. Takami laughs sheepishly and rest his hands on Y/n's arms. " And i'd say, 'Sorry but i'm already married to a wonderful person! And, its cookies and crime night. And it would brake they're heart if I wasn't home for it!"

Y/n's eyes light "Cookies and crime night!?" they laugh. "Ya, Its our little tradition. I thought we might keep it." Takami shrugs, smiling giddily. Y/n's face grows warm "Oh" They smile. "Is that okay?" Takami asked tilting his head. "Y-Ya! I actually like that a lot." Y/n smiles, pulling Takami slightly closer to them. Y/n laughs "Was that your husband audition?". Takami moves his hands from Y/n's arms and places them beck by they're sides. "Ya. How'd I do?" He asked. "Pretty good." Y/n says. Y/n brushes they're nose up agents Takami's but he hesitates and pulls away. "Takami-" "Keigo." Takami cuts Y/n off. "What?" Y/n asks backing up a little. "I know we joke around a lot but. If we're going to do this. I mean really do this. You might as well call me bay my first name. It's Keigo." Keigo says. "Okay." Y/n smiles at him. Pulling him back in. "Keigo, will you just kiss me already." Keigo laughs "I wasn't expecting the sass!" Y/n sighs "Well it's taken you all night." Keigo tilts his head confused "Why didn't you just kiss me first, if you were waiting for so long?" Y/n lets out a small laugh. "Because you looked like you wanted to do it so bad. You even asked me to get in the tub with you. Plus I was kinda nervous." Keigo panics "Shit I thought I deleted that!?" Y/n shakes they're head. "Nope. I've been waiting for you to do something all night. Then you texted me that but never acted on it. So I figured you sent it by mistake." Keigo smiles sadly. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Y/n runs they're fingers through his hair as he explains himself. "I didn't want to ruin what we already have. You're so important to me, and I don't want to lose you. I've never had someone like you in my life. To take care of me. Hold me so sweetly. I don't know how I couldn't fall in love with you. And I really do love you so much." Keigo raps his arms around Y/n waist. Pulling they're body's together fully. Y/n smiles and presses they're forehead to his. "I love you too." Y/n giggles in disbelief. Keigo caresses Y/n's jaw before leaning close. Placing a soft kiss on they're lips. They're lips feel so soft agents his. Light pecks turn into a drawn out kiss. A long awaited kiss. After the kiss ends. They looking into each others eyes smiling brightly. "You have no Idea how happy I am right now!" Keigo laughs, pecking Y/n on the lips again. "I love you, I love you, I love you, so, so much!" Keigo says nuzzling he's head into Y/n's shoulder. Y/n laughs "And I love you, I love you, I love you, so, so much more!". Keigo laughs "Is that a challenge?". "Yes!" Y/n laughs.

Y/n rests they're head atop Keigo's head and takes a deep breath. "Keigo?" Y/n asks. "Yes?" Keigo replies looking up at them. "I think our cookie's are burning." Keigo is knocked out of his haze. Smelling the air, woof. "Aa shit" Keigo spins around and grabs a kitchen mit and swiftly scoop the cookies out of the oven. "Well its a good thing you brought ice cream!" Y/n laughs, jumping off the counter. "Im sorry." Keigo sighs. Y/n walks over to Keigo and raps they're arms around his waist. " It's okay, they're just burnt cookies. I don't think anything could ruin my night right now!"

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OMFG IM SO SORRY TO BOTHER YOU WITH THIS WHILE YOURE IN A WRITING PAUSE BECAUSE I DONT WANT YOU TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS BUT IF I DONT TELL THEN I WONT REMEMBER😫:

I saw one of your recent reblogs with the little bats and you mentioned getting it tattooed. So my brain came up with this idea that I find ✨adorable✨. Do you remember when we were talking about how in a modern AU, Regis would be like a sophisticated older man, but he would be tatted up? Ok so imagine him and reader being in a relationship for a good long while, and he at one point told her that he really thinks through his tattoos before he gets them done and puts a bunch of thought and feeling into each one. So as a gift during a milestone in the relationship, he says that he wants to get a matching tattoo with them, and they can help choose some ideas, and the reader recommends the two little bats because 1. Cute, and 2. She Knows about what he is and wants to show their love for him?

Im so sorry this is super detailed and I know your busy but I had to share because I thought you’d appreciate it🥺💕love ya dear!❤️—🍯

A/N: I needed to distract myself from rdr2 so this is what happened. and I’m not even gonna lie. I am seriously thinking of having someone commission Regis with tattoos…... 

***

You hummed quietly as you moved around the room, gathering what dishes had been left on the table and placing them into the wash basin. You didn’t get very far before hands were on your hips, stopping you from moving, and a warm breath was brushing across your neck. 

“Darling, I told you I’d get these when I returned. Dettlaff just needed a moment to chat before he left.”

“I know.” You looked over your shoulder to Regis. He kissed your temple and tried to gently move you aside but you refused to move so easily. “No! I’m already here and I’m already cleaning it up. It’s almost done-,”

“Then there’s no harm in letting me finish it, is there?” He raised his brows. 

“Regis-,”

“My darling, you are so stubborn.” He gave you another kiss to the temple. “Just let me help you.” 

Using a little more strength on you than what he’d usually like to, he was able to move you aside and start picking up the wine glasses from the table. 

You huffed and hurried around the table to try to get the last two cups on the other side, but Regis beat you there, using his vampiric powers to teleport himself there. What he didn’t count on, however, was you bumping into him. This caused him to spill the remnants in the wine glass all over himself and on your dress. 

You gasped, your hands coming up to cover your mouth. Regis laughed, moving to place the glasses with the rest of the dirty dishes. 

“Regis, I’m so sorry-,”

“No worries, darling.” He cut you off, shaking his head. “No worries at all. It’s just clothes. Clothes can wash.”

He took off his doublet and put it over the back of a chair, then he began to unbutton his undershirt. You went to help him, gently nudging his fingers away so you could work on the buttons yourself. 

“I don’t mind doing the cleaning.” You spoke softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Especially when Dettlaff is here. I know he has a hard time sometimes. With…. With just….”

“He struggles fitting in sometimes.” Regis sighed gently. His eyes fell to watch your nimble fingers. “But he will be okay. He’s always okay.”

“You just worry about him.” You finished unbuttoning the shirt and looked up at his face. “It’s a shame he wouldn’t stay here a bit longer.”

“He didn’t want to invade- which I told him was rather silly.” Regis shrugged out of the undershirt and put it over the same chair the doublet was on. You watched him move, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath ivory skin.

He had a number of tattoos across his back, including a large moth that spread across the top of his shoulders and a skull that rested at the small of his back. 

“But he insisted. Saying some nonsense about it being our fifteenth anniversary.” Regis continued to talk, though you were too caught up admiring his tattoos to really listen. 

He turned back around to face you, wondering why you weren’t saying anything. 

Your eyes immediately darted up to his face upon realizing he had caught you staring. 

“I, uh, I was, erm-,”

“Staring?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side a bit. 

“Well, yes.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks get hot. “But I-I was also thinking…. Fifteen years?” You repeated, almost in disbelief. 

“Fifteen years.” Regis confirmed. He nodded his head, closing the space between you two. “Seems like just yesterday you stole something very important from me.” 

The corners of your lips turned up as he approached you. You couldn’t help but step back until you bumped into the counter. Your heart was racing, thumping against your chest. It was the most wonderful feeling to have your heart race the same way it did when you first met him all those years ago. 

“What did I steal from you?” You tilted your head back to look up at him properly. 

His long and slender fingers trailed along the side of your throat then your jaw until he reached your chin. His thumb carefully traced your bottom lip.

“My heart.” His breath was warm as it fanned across your face. 

You giggled. Your eyes left his, trailing down to the moon tattooed over his heart. You brought your hand up to trace over the black ink just as you had done numerous times before. 

“Fifteen years.” You whispered. 

Regis took your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Then he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, darling. I’ve got something I’d like to discuss with you.” He began to pull away without any further explanation, leaving you a little worried. 

“Oh, okay.” You nodded your head. “Um, is it-is it anything I should be concerned about?”

“Oh, Heavens no.” Regis shook his head, moving back to you to give you another kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry to have worried you. But it’s nothing that you need to worry about. Just something I want to discuss.”

***

Regis climbed into bed to get comfy while you finished braiding your hair at your vanity. After the braid was finished, you moved around to your side of the bed. You clambered across the mattress until you reached him. Instead of laying down, you leaned against his hip, curling your legs up beside you. 

“What do you want to discuss?” You asked. You picked up his hand and decided to examine the tattoos on the back of his hand and his fingers rather than look at him. 

“Well, I know today marks the day of our anniversary so I’d be a little late for it, but I want to do something for our fifteen years. Something that isn’t just dinner with Dettlaff and a romantic night in.” Regis watched you curiously as you looked his tattoos over. It fascinated him how you were always so captivated by his tattoos even though you knew every single one he had. 

“Do you have something in mind?”

“Mhm. A tattoo.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his almost instantly. Your lips parted and Regis could hear your heart start to beat quicker. 

“Oh, Regis. That’s-That isn’t a good idea.” You shook your head. 

“Why?” He sat up, propping himself up on one elbow. “I’ve given it plenty of thought. Marriage isn’t an option, it’s not something either of us want.”

“But that doesn’t mean you should get something permanent like a tattoo for our anniversary on your body, Regis.” You shook your head. “What if we aren’t…. What if we aren’t permanent?”

“My darling, there has never been a time in our fifteen years that I have ever thought I’d want to be with someone else.” Regis sat up all the way and reached out to cup your cheek. “And if there would ever come a time when I no longer had you, I’d seek out someone willing to liquidize me again. I don’t want to be without you, Y/N. I love you.”

You searched his eyes, your hand coming up to hold the back of his that rested on your cheek. 

“You’ve thought it through?”

“I have.” He nodded firmly, pulling his hand away from your face. “I’ve thought it through plenty. It’ll be a bat. And I want it here on the inside of my wrist, just above my pulse.” He turned his arm over to show you the bare skin on his forearm. You brushed your fingertips over the spot, pressing gently until you could feel his pulse beating firmly beneath. 

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He wanted to do this as an act of commitment to you. As if he hadn’t proven his commitment before. You both had rings from your tenth anniversary and necklaces from your fifth. Now, he was getting a tattoo. 

“I want one too.”

Regis’s eyes widened as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. 

“Darling, you don’t have to.”

“I know.” You nodded softly. “I want to.”

“Where do you think you’d want it?”

You thought about it for a moment, looking down over your arms and then your torso. 

“Perhaps my ribs. The left side. Your heart is bigger on the left, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“That’s where I want it.” You stated proudly, rubbing your side through your chemise. 

“If it is what you want, my darling, but please don’t feel like you have to.” Regis shook his head softly. 

“I want it, Regis. It’s a really nice and-and a really beautiful idea.” You clasped your hands together in your lap, but they didn’t stay there for very long. Regis took them and held them in his own. 

“Why do you want it there?”

“You have my heart.” You answered softly. “It’s yours. You protect it.”

He smiled at you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Twenty-Three

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII

Cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: trigger warning for smut, and for Excessive Levant Crying

In the few weeks that passed, they settled into a sort of rhythm. Having a schedule seemed to calm Cameron down, and Lev had to admit it made him feel better too. He knew what to expect, to an extent, though Nik and Eden found ways to insert variety into their lives along the way.

Lev shifted, adjusting his pants grumpily. He’d been perfectly happy to use Eden’s naptime to fall into bed with Cameron and Nik, but when Nik cheerfully shoved a plug in his ass after they’d both fucked him, Lev knew exactly which one he’d used. Nik hadn’t turned it on yet, but Lev knew it was only a matter of time before he did.

Lev paused outside Eden’s door. He could hear her babbling inside, so she was definitely awake, but Lev was surprised to see that there was only one sentry at the door. He thought about asking, but Eden’s volume was increasing every second he hesitated, clearly unhappy about being left to her own devices. When he looked inside, she was already sitting up, a dewinged bat stuffed animal in her clutches.

She screeched at him, waving the two halves of the toy at him.

“We really should stop giving you stuffed animals,” Lev muttered. He scooped her up, humming softly. He checked her diaper, and made quick work of changing her before replacing the tattered stuffed animal with a rattle. He got smacked on the head with it for his troubles. “Why are you so mean to your Da, hmm?” He asked, sliding out of the room. “What have I done to deserve this?”

That was apparently funny, because she giggled and tried to bite his shoulder.

“You’ve been around Cameron too long. No biting of the people. Especially your Da,” Lev scolded, heading for the kitchen. Most likely where the other two would be, anyway.

He didn’t quite make it. Amara appeared out of nowhere, spinning him around. He tucked Eden close and pulled away, huffing at her.

“What are you doing here? And be careful. She’s still little,” Lev scolded, checking Eden over. He got his finger bit for his troubles, before Amara caught Edens attention. Eden reached for her, and babbled angrily when Lev hushed her.

“I’m here to kidnap you,” Amara told him solemnly, before poking Eden’s nose. “Damn. He even makes cute kids. Think he’d spare me some DNA to knock Cin up with?”

“Amara,” Lev said, exasperated.

“Yes?” She asked innocently.

Lev sighed, and edged around her. He flicked a wall of shadows up in Amara’s face when she tried to follow. Her annoyed squawk was worth the payback he was sure would follow. She was still on his heels by the time he ducked in the kitchen.

“Amara’s kidnapping me for the day,” he said tiredly in lieu of hello.

“Damn right I am. You abandoned me for a pair of cocks and I’m insulted. Impressed, but insulted.”

“You should be,” Cameron said without hesitation, starting across the room. “You’re not taking him.”

Lev was quick to push Eden in his arms, both to stop Cameron from strangling his cousin, and because Amara had hooked a finger in Lev’s belt loop determinedly. “Yes, I am,” she said sweetly. “Promise to return him with minimal damage, but he needs a day away from this insanity.” She settled her chin on Lev’s shoulder.

“Yes, because your insanity is that much better,” Cameron replied dryly.

“Hey,” Lev tried. “I don’t mind, really.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t mind almost dying, either,” Cameron retorted.

“What, and you’re not kidnapping me too?” Nik demanded from the counter.

“Nah,” Amara said dismissively. “Not today, Saint Nikolas.”

That didn’t seem to amuse Nik, who muttered, “See if I ever feed you again.”

“Fuck you,” Amara said cheerfully. “You let my sister sleep under the same roof as him.”

“Would you rather she sleep in the street in the middle of winter?” Nik retorted.

“She has other family, you know,” Amara said. She pulled away from Lev, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. “Come on, buddy, we’ve got things to do. Motorcycles to terrify you with. Takeout to make you order.”

Both Nik and Cameron looked disgusted with her food choices. Lev waved at them. “I’ll be back tonight,” he called as she yanked him out the door. “If I’m not please come get me.”

He barely heard Cameron’s response of, “Give her food poisoning,” before Amara marched him past some very grumpy looking sentries and out to her bike. The poor thing was old and more worse for the wear, but according to Amara it ran. She stuffed Lev in a leather jacket to keep him warm, and handed over a helmet. He almost told her off for not wearing one herself, but it’d never worked in the past, so he just sighed and pulled his on.

“Drive slow?” he asked.

Amara just laughed at him.

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For the next five minutes, Nik watched Cameron feed Eden before he ended up saying, “So…. she just walked in here. How do you feel about that?”

“That she’s lucky she’s Lev’s cousin because I would have broken her legs otherwise,” Cameron replied, feeding a spoonful of meat to the happy babbling demon baby wiggling in her high chair. “Won’t be able to walk in if her legs cease to function.”

“You know she does it just to get a rise out of you,” Nik said.

“You make it sound like I care.”

“I mean,” Nik said, taking a drink of his black coffee, “you clearly do. Since Lev had to put the baby in your arms before you went through her. She must have gotten under that icy white skin of yours.”

Cameron flicked his cool pale blue eyes at him. “No. She just needs to learn where she can and cannot open that fat mouth of hers. And she cannot open it in my house where I will feed her to my guards.”

Nik made a face. “I do not imagine Lev would be too fond of cannibalism against his cousin,” Nik mused. “Me neither. I am rather fond of my fuck buddies.”

Cameron’s mouth twitch clearly was a figment of Nik’s imagination. “And I do believe that function is now obsolete.”

“Be as that may,” Nik said. “I am still attached.”

“Why.” But before Nik could answer that rude question, Cameron said, “Never mind. She’s just as bad as you are. Two peas in an annoying pod. My mistake.”

Nik clicked his tongue. “You charmer. Are you like this with all your boyfriends. Oh wait, I forgot, you refuse to acknowledge this not relationship. My mistake.”

Before Cameron could respond with one of his irritatingly famous quips, Eden smacked her hands down on the tray, screeching at both of them for daring to take her attention. Cameron flicked her nose. “Stop it, I’m feeding you, aren’t I?”

She babbled angrily at him around the spoonful of food Cameron shoved in her mouth. Cameron pointed at her, eyes narrowed into a glare. “I am literally right here. Stop screaming and use your damn indoor voice.”

“She’s a baby.”

“So are you and I managed to train you to not yell in my house.”

“You’re so cute. Using pet names,” Nik said, batting his eyes at him. “What else do you got for me? A darling? A sweetheart? A my love?”

“A broken neck?” Cameron offered.

Nik pouted and went to top off his coffee. “I thought babies made the heart grow fonder.”

“That’s absence,” Cameron corrected. “Open a book once in a while.”

“I read.”

“Pornography does not count.”

Nik tried kissing Eden’s cheek, but got smacked by her. He bit down on her shoulder lightly before resting his chin on Cameron's shoulder. “You both are so mean to me. I can’t believe it, I thought I was her favorite.”

He knew Cameron rolled his eyes. “Her favorite is literally anyone that gives her attention at any given moment,” he said. “A complete stranger could give her point five seconds of attention and she’d have a new parent.”

“Here I thought I brought a special something to our relationship.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry.”

Nik bit down on Cameron’s shoulder. Hard enough to break the skin. “Asshole.”

Eden was laughing at them both between bites of her food. Cameron’s only response was, “If you’re going to bite, make sure I can actually feel it.”

“See, if I did that then you’d be naked right now.”

“So confident,” Cameron said, getting another bite in before Eden refused any more. He went to pick her up and Nik followed them back to the nursery. “I’m sure you’d like to believe that.”

Before Nik could respond, he felt his pocket buzz. Nik cut Cameron a withering glare before pulling his phone out to see a text from Lev.

Lev: How’s Eden?

Nik wrinkled his nose and watched Eden wrestle and kick at Cam while getting cleaned up.

Nik: Trying to put her foot thru Cam’s stomach

Lev: Bitty girl not happy she has to get clean?

Eden screeched angrily while Cameron wiped down her face with a baby wipe. Cameron blissfully ignored her temperament and went about continuing to clean her up.

Nik: Something like that. At this rate she’s going to end up eating the baby wipes. I’m sure it’ll be fine

Lev: Try making faces at her. She thinks she’s being ignored

Nik relayed the message and Cameron rolled his eyes. “Or she’s just being a brat because there’s a baby wipe on her face and she’s being forced to get cleaned up.”

“Well,” Nik said, “I’m sure you are capable of telling Lev that.”

“So are you,” Cameron said, sitting Eden up. “You’re the one with the phone.”

Eden shoved her fist in her mouth while babbling and kicking her feet. Nik frowned when he looked back down at his phone. Amara apparently had stolen Lev’s phone.

Lev: Stop distracting Lev.

Nik: Im sorry but LEV distracted ME fiRST

Lev: 🖕

Nik: Very mature, Mar. Nik: Also Cam said he was going to feed you to his guards if you keep walking in the house like that

Lev: mmmm sexy Lev: Stop distracting me. Shutting off the phone now

Nik shoved his phone in his pocket and moved out of the way while Cameorn went to the dresser to get another black long sleeved onesie after stripping Eden down. “Amara’s holding Lev hostage. I think he wants help.”

“He’ll be fine, I’m sure,” Cameorn said, dismissively. “He’s the one that went with her. And as often as Amara claims, she can protect him if something happens.”

“I mean help from her.”

“Well that is a pickle,” Cameron said, scooping a newly clothed Eden up. “Oh well. Come on, you little monster. I think it’s playtime with some toys that don’t make any noise.”

Eden was looking at Nik over Cameron’s shoulder while they started for the living room, and clawing at Cameron’s skin contentedly. Nik hummed. “Her eyes are turning green.”

“I saw,” Cameron said. There was a faint tone in Cameron’s voice that Nik wasn’t quite able to place. “My mother has the same ones. So do my brothers. It would make sense she would too.”

“Would you rather she didn’t?”

“I don’t care either way.”

Nik knew better than to not press any further. “What toys we playing with,” he said, starting for the closet with all the toys. “I bet she wants to play with the piano.”

“I bet she doesn’t.”

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Lev locked the door behind himself and huffed. Amara was ten times worse than he remembered. Or maybe Lev was less in the mood to deal with her shenanigans. He settled on the bathroom counter and pulled out his phone. In less than a minute he called Nik, hoping that would calm him down before he did something like pick a fight with Amara he knew he couldn’t win.

It had been hours now, and he wanted to hear Nik’s voice.

“Hello, Levant. How are you?”

Oh. Oh he sounded too cheerful for Lev to trust that.

Lev swallowed his pride and said, “I made a mistake.”

“Oh?” Nik asked, amused. “And what’s that?”

“I should have just let Cameron snap her neck,” Lev moaned. “Come get me? Please?”

Nik’s voice got distant, as if he had pulled away from the phone, but Lev clearly heard him say, “Hey, Cam, Lev said you can snap Amara’s neck.”

“Nik,” Lev blurted. “I wasn’t serious.”

Again Nik’s voice was further away as he said, “Wait, no. He changed his mind,” before saying to Lev, “You can’t just tease him like that, Lev.”

“Nik, please,” Lev tried. “I wanna come home.”

“Okay, but you chose to abandon us for Amara. You could have just stayed with us and the baby but you decided to leave on your own accord.”

Lev felt his bottom lip tremble, even if it was a stupid reason to cry. “I was trying to keep the peace. Cameron looked like he was going to hurt her, and I- It was the quickest way to get her out of the house. I didn’t think she’d be this bad.” He sniffed hard. “Nik, please? I don’t wanna be here.”

Nik was quiet for a moment, before he said “Sure. I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” Lev said softly.

“No problem. But I suggest staying in there until I come or else Amara will never let you leave.”

Lev made a noncommittal sound, and just said, “Love you,” before he hung up.

After a few moments there was a knock on the door. Lev sighed and slid off the counter. When he opened the door, Amara leaned against the doorframe. “That bad, huh?”

Lev burst into tears, but she just pulled Lev into a hug and led him to the couch. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there sniffling, but he woke up to Nik leaning over to smother his face in kisses. Amara was gone, thank the stars, so Lev gave a grumble and tried to pull Nik down on top of him. Nik let him, settling on top of him so he could kiss Lev properly. After looping his arms around Nik’s neck, Lev sighed softly, kissing back sleepily.

Lev noticed Amara’s approach just seconds before she smacked the back of Nik’s head with a rolled up magazine. “Not on my couch, you bastard,” she complained.

Nik looked up at her, sticking his tongue out. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of you fucking my cousin? No. Just grossed out. I don’t wanna see that. Go home and fuck him if you want to so bad. Not like he wants to stay here anyway,” she retorted.

“I’m- I didn’t mean to offend you,” Lev started in a small voice, only to squeak as Nik shoved his hand down Lev’s pants.

“Dunno, Mar, he seems fine to me.”

Lev dug his nails in Nik’s wrist, giving a small, mortified, “Nikolas.”

That at least distracted Nik, who bit down on Lev’s throat. “Mm?”

Lev bit back whatever sound was trying to escape him and said, tightly, “I wanna go home. I’ll blow you or something, but not on my cousin’s couch while she watches.” Even Lev’s newfound exhibition kink had its limits.

“Yea, yea. Sure. Let’s go.” Nik smacked a kiss on Lev’s cheek before pulling away and standing. Lev stood more slowly, adjusting his clothes. He slid a hand in Nik’s before looking at Amara.

“Thanks for not killing me,” he said, lightly.

“Meh, maybe next time,” she teased back. “Get out of here and go get some dick, before you stink up my apartment more.”

Nik resisted Lev’s attempts to push him out the door long enough to shoot back, “Speak for yourself. You have sex just as much as me.”

Lev sighed in relief when he got Nik outside. He quickly burrowed into Nik’s side, and said, “Cam’s not annoyed with me, is he?”

“Nah. He has the baby to be annoyed by,” Nik said, leading the way to a sleek black bike. Lev pulled to a stop, eyeing it with distaste.

“You rode a motorcycle here?” He asked, more defeated than anything else.

“No. I walked here.”

Lev caught the helmet Nik tossed at him just barely, and sighed. “Of course you rode a motorcycle.”

“Only the best for you, babe,” Nik promised.

Lev huffed. “Somehow this feels like a punishment,” Lev muttered as he pulled the helmet on.

“Now why would I do something like that?” Nik asked.

Lev shook his head, and just motioned at the bike. Might as well get it over with. He climbed on behind Nik, wrapping his arms tightly around him. If Lev didn’t know better, Nik smiled at him over his shoulder.

“Hold on tight,” Nik said.

Lev shoved his face against Nik’s back, and didn’t open his eyes for the rest of the ride.

----

Nate had shown up right as soon as Nik had walked out the door. Right before he disappeared, Nik had told him that he was off to rescue Lev from Amara. If Nate hadn’t known better, he’d have thought Lev had purposefully tried wiggling his way out of training with him. But he did know better, which is why Nate now found himself sitting on Cameron’s living room floor with a six month old wiggling demon baby chewing on a pair of toy keys.

He still couldn’t believe that this little girl was created from the same DNA as Cameron of all people, but she was right here, the spitting image of him, despite the wide smile on her face and her hazel-green eyes. Nate poked her nose. “You are the cutest little shit,” he said, fondly. “I bet you make Cameron’s life hell.”

Eden babbled happily at him, waving around the keys, clearly in agreement with Nate’s assessment. Nate found himself smiling and poking her belly. “Goooood.”

“You can play with the baby without talking,” Cameron said, from the chair. “Or are you unable to be quiet like your brother.”

“I am physically incapable of doing what you want,” Nate replied, rolling onto his back to put Eden on his belly. “If that means talking nonstop, so be it.”

“What does my brother see in you?” Cameron mused. “Clearly it’s on a physical level because I cannot see otherwise.”

“That’s because you have the emotional intelligence of a rodent,” Nate said, wiggling Eden’s toes. “Isn’t that right, baby?” Eden squealed and smacked his stomach, nearly falling on her face, had Nate not been holding her in place. “Mmm. See?”

“Yes,” Cameron said, “I’m going to take the word of an infant. Great idea.”

Nate decidedly ignored whatever it was Cameron said next, and kept playing with Eden until Nik and Lev decided to grace them with their presence. Nate tilted his head back and looked at Lev who opened his mouth before instantly snapping it shut, eyes bright with apology. “Nate. You- I forgot- I am so-”

Nate said, “Nik, take the baby.” His brother was already moving before he had the whole sentence out. When he was to his feet, Nate smoothed down his shirt. “It’s okay,” he tried. “We all forget things, and honestly, who wouldn’t want to forget training?”

“Bay,” Cameron said, instantly.

Nate rolled his eyes at him. “No one asked you.”

“Well, you clearly asked someone.”

Nate ignored him and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Are you going to be able to train today?”

“Do I have a choice?” Lev winced, adding a small, “I’ll be fine.”

Nate gnawed at his lip ring. He wasn’t sure how to suggest they not do it, if only because he also wasn’t the biggest fan of training. He wasn’t exactly the best warrior, and he had no intention of being one, but he was of the right temperament to be able to help Lev, and he supposed that was why his mate had suggested it be him to do it. He was likely the one to go the easiest on him. “If… it makes you feel better, it’s not exactly my favorite hobby either. We could… skip for the day, if you want?” Lev did look like shit, but Nate wasn’t going to say that.

Lev shook his head. “No,” he said, “Bay’ll be mad at me if we don’t.”

“Bay’ll live,” Nik said. “We can protect you.”

“No,” Nate said, cutting his brother a look. “What’s going to happen if by some chance Lev is alone without either of you there to protect him? Hmm? Demons would chew him apart.” He gave Lev an apologetic look. “But we can take it easy for today. Work on magic?”

Lev nodded. “Okay.”

“Well, we already know he can make buttplugs,” Nik said, bouncing Eden.

He had never seen Lev move as fast as he had when he whipped around to look at Nik like he was insane. “No? That was Silas.”

“My mistake,” Nik said, dryly.

Lev flushed a bright gold, when he turned back to Nate. Nate forced himself to not smile at the mortified look on Lev’s face. “I’m sure you can do great things with your shadows. Why don’t we go ahead and head to the gym to find out?”

“Okay,” Lev said.

Nate gave him a small smile and led him back to the gym. It was just as pristine as the rest of the house with state of the art equipment, which clearly made sense considering both Nik and Cameron’s… extra curriculars. He went to sit in the middle of the training mat with his legs closed. “Show me what you can do,” Nate said. “I want to see how they work.”

Lev looked around a bit, before wenting to an unlit corner and just… disappeared. No.. he pulled the shadows.. Around himself. Nate’s brows shot up and he went to get up to inspect. Nate couldn’t see him- he wouldn’t be able to see anything if he hadn’t known that Lev was there. He could still smell his magic, still sense it; the same sweet angelic scent that all angel magic had.

The shadows started fading away and Lev’s golden eyes eventually reappeared. “I’m pretty good at hiding when I need to,” he said, sheepishly. “It just doesn’t do me much good in a fight.”

Nate smiled at him, pleased. “Well,” he said, “it’s been my experience that a good defense is sometimes just as good as a good offense. There’s no point of a fight when you can’t defend yourself and you just need to be able to defend yourself until you get to safety. Or in this case, to either Nik or Baylor. Or me.”

“Or Cameron,” Lev said, solemnly, clearly not realizing that Nate had left Cameron off that list intentionally.

“Okay,” Nate said, starting back for the mat. He settled back down on the floor and looked up at Lev. “So we know you can hide well. Can you make things with your shadows? Or solidify them somehow? If you can’t fight with them, then you could put up a wall and run. It’ll slow down any attackers.”

Lev was flushing a bright gold while he settled down in front of Nate. “Silas and I made a little progress with that but that was fifty years ago.”

Nate bit at his lip. “And you haven’t tried anything since?”

Lev looked down at his hands. “We… a lot of the stuff we did, I haven’t… we didn’t do it in the training room. I didn’t find anyone I could trust with that until recently, and I don’t like failing, so I haven’t tried. Sometimes when I’m annoyed with Amara, I can… throw some in her face, but it’s not.. Super substansial. It never has been.”

Training through alternative methods, or sexual methods, did seem right up Silas’ alley, Nate supposed. It was also up his, as well. But he did not think that particular training method would go well for anyone involved. Least of all him, unless he wanted castrated by his mate. But he was far too fond of his cock to even attempt it, even if he wanted to. “Well,” Nate said, biting his thumb nail. “I do not think I could help you with that kind of training. I’m sure Silas would want to, but I’m sure neither Baylor or Cameron would allow that, and I’m sure Silas would not go against my mate’s word. But I’m also sure that neither Nik nor Cameron would be against helping you, uh, train.”

Lev had gotten golder and golder with each word before nearly being as gold as his eyes by the time Nate finished, staring at him wide eyed. He gave a very faint, “I couldn’t ask that of them.”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble for Nik,” Nate said, dryly. “He’d be very eager to help.” Nik was almost as bad as he was, if not worse than he was when it came to finding reasons to fuck around. Nate just had more self control on the matter. Besides, his mate definitely would not do that, just because he actually enjoyed training. So abusing magic for the sake of getting laid was not in the cards. Though, he didn’t know how his particular brand of magic could be used for sex- unless Baylor felt like getting fucked by a ghost. Or straight up dying.

Though-

Knowing his mate-

Lev looked so embarrassed. “I couldn’t- I wouldn’t know how to-”

“If you want, I can ask him?” Nate said.

Lev somehow flushed even more before hiding his face in his hands. Nate winced. “Sorry. Just a suggestion.”

“Nooooo,” Lev moaned, before giving a small, “Maybe?”

“I don’t mind,” Nate tried. “If it’ll help your training….”

The poor omega was so gold. “If you think I should…”

“I’m never one to suggest no sex,” Nate confided in him. “I don’t see any cons with this. Except maybe a sore ass. Though, I can’t imagine you’d be too upset about that. Not if you’re dating Nik of all people.”

Lev shook his head, head still in his hands. “Well… if you really think I should… but… Bay?”

“We’d still be doing our part,” Nate said, keeping the mild irritation out of his voice. “You’d just… be doing extra credit.”

Lev nodded quickly. “Oh I know, I didn’t mean- I know, I just, does he have to know about- about my- my sex life?”

Nate chewed at his lip ring. “He won’t know too much,” he said. “And either way he won’t care, or tell anyone. Even Silas.”

Lev finally looked up. “I didn’t think he’d tell anyone,” he said. “I guess I thought he’d not be okay with it.” Lev paused for a moment. “It’s not very… conventional.”

“Well, neither is being a hybrid raised among humans, and bound to humanity for nineteen years, but here my mate is. I don’t think he’ll care so long as you are training.”

Lev nodded a little. “Okay.”

Nate smiled brightly. “Okay,” he agreed.

-------

Cameron sat in the living room with Eden and Nik while Nate and Lev were off training until Nate finally left; but not before Nate pulled Nik to the side and Lev beelining for the wiggling infant on the floor. When Nik came back, he looked faintly amused. “Nate’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Fantastic,” Cameron said. “I’ll be at the club.”

“Your pissing contest is getting annoying,” Nik mumbled. Lev looked up at that, confusion etched on his face. “Nate doesn’t like Cameron,” he explained.

Lev’s frown deepened. “But Cameron’s nice.”

Cameron looked at him, disgusted. He was many, many things, but in the last three hundred years, no one had the gall to call him nice to his face. “Never say that again.”

“But you… are? You’re nice to me,” Lev said.

Cameron gave Nik an icy look when Nik started wheezing. “Stars,” he said, wiping away nonexistent tears. “Imagine calling Cameron nice. You’d probably think anyone that didn’t just kill you was a nice person, wouldn’t you?”

“Bay’s not nice,” Lev said, sadly.

Bay would probably be just as disgusted with this observation as he was. When Cameron said as much, Nik said, “Lev, stop talking. There is no way you’re going to win this conversation.”

Lev’s only response was pressing his face against Eden, who decided to smack Lev in the face, babbling angrily at him. Lev’s small wounded sound had Cameron rolling his eyes. “I think it’s time for bed.”

Nik seemed to perk up at that, but Lev looked borderline devastated. “I can do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Cameron said, going to stand up. “Bring her, if you want, I guess. But I’m going to do it.” Cameron didn’t give either of them the option to argue with him and started for the nursery. He had a routine and he was not going to let Lev’s hormones get in the way of it.

He let Lev change Eden into her pajamas but ended up taking her from the angel, saying, “Go get prepped for bed while I put her down.” Nik was already walking out of the room, pulling his shirt off. Cameron said, “Your turn.”

Lev handed her over, but not before getting on his toes and rubbing his cheek against Cameron’s and kissing the top of Eden’s head. Cameron refrained from wiping his cheek on his shoulder from the feeling of goosebumps jolting through his skin. “Night, bitty girl,” Lev said, to Eden before following after Nik.

Cameron wasn’t sure what to think of that nickname, other than the fact it wasn’t all that creative. She was an infant, of course she was small. But he elected to not say anything and just lightly bounced Eden while he went to sit in the rocking chair.

Her small hands clenched at his shirt while Cameron coaxed the bottle of formula into her mouth. She latched onto it like a starving man in the desert, but started settling against his chest while sucking at the bottle.

Cameron pressed his lips to the top of her head, inhaling the pure baby smell mixed with her scent. He tried not to think about how she happened to share the same eyes as three members of his family, that apparently despite this, she was supposed to look like him, though, he couldn’t see it. But perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.

----

Lev took a thorough shower, less because he needed one desperately, and more because he was relieved the day was over. He finally took out the plug, now that he had the chance to, and left it on the bathroom counter while he scrubbed himself down. Knowing how long Cameron took to get Eden to sleep, Lev figured he had the time to just enjoy himself.

“You're taking too long and I want attention.”

Nik’s voice startled Lev. He jerked, almost slipping, and whipped around to find Nik watching him, having poked his head behind the curtain.

“I was- I’m almost done,” Lev promised. He slicked his hair back and blew a drop of water off his nose. “Give me a few minutes?”

Nik pouted, but sulked off to the bedroom with a petulant, “Fine,” two fingers already in his ass. Lev watched him go, eyes wide. He turned off the water despite what he’d said, and fumbled for a towel. After drying off hastily he slipped into the bedroom and bounced onto the bed beside Nik. Nik didn’t even look up from where he was presenting himself, fingers still deep in himself. Lev ran his hands up Nik’s thigh, and then said curiously, “Can I...?”

Nik gave a soft moan, and just gave a “Yes,” which was hot enough in itself.

Lev nudged Nik’s hand out of the way and settled more comfortably as he slid a couple fingers in Nik. He didn’t get very far before Nik opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Use your shadows,” Nik demanded.

Lev blinked, hand stilling. “I- are you sure? I’m not- I’m no good- It’s not gonna be good.”

“You're only going to get good if you can learn how to satisfy me.”

Lev grimaced, but pulled his fingers out, eyeing the slick that coated them.

“Lick them clean,” Nik said, catching Lev’s eye.

Even though he could feel his face heating, Lev obeyed without thinking, sucking his fingers in his mouth. He held Nik’s gaze, taking his time. Once he was done, he braced his hands on his knees and reached for his magic, tugging shadows into existence. He ran them along Nik’s side, unsure if it was even tangible yet.

“You’re doing good,” Nik said, humming softly. “But make them a little stronger, Lev.”

Lev flushed. “I- I’m- okay,” he said faintly, digging his fingers into his knees. He slid them further, winding down Nik’s thigh curiously, before nudging them up. “I- can you even feel anything?” he asked, letting them vanish.

“A little,” Nik said, nodding.

Lev took a small breath. And then another. And then another, less small breath. His nails left indents in his skin as he summoned his shadows again, running them carefully along Nik’s skin. He was just starting to push at Nik’s hole with all the caution he could muster when he realized Cameron had appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and was leaning against it with his arms crossed.

Lev went gold, his breath catching. His shadows jerked forward, more solid than they’d been all day, shoving into Nik. Nik choked on his next moan, but Lev had already let his magic vanish.

“I can’t,” he said, scrambling back. “I- I can’t.”

Nik was panting as he said, “What’s wrong? You were doing fine.”

Lev shook his head. Once again he dug his nails into his knees, trying to figure out how to explain. Before he could put his thoughts in order, Cameron was at his side, uncurling his fingers with a firm, “Stop.”

Lev pressed his palms against his thighs instead. “I don’t trust myself not to hurt you,” Lev finally said. “I’m not good enough yet. I’ve never- I don’t use them on people.”

“That’s half the fun,” Nik joked.

At the same time, Cameron said evenly, “You’re not going to hurt us.”

Lev shook his head again. “You don’t know that. I don’t have any sort of control over this. I don’t- I can’t and I won't use them on you before I know I’m not going to fuck up and do any sort of harm.”

Cameron shrugged. “That’s your choice, but you’re not going to hurt us. We’ve both been through worse.”

It wasn’t until Lev wrapped his arms around himself that he found the words he wanted to use. “I don’t like having the opportunity. I can’t. I can’t.” He didn’t think Cameron really understood why this bothered him so much, and he didn’t know how else to explain it to him. He looked over at Nik, who was sitting up by this point, and tried not to cry. “I’ll- I’ll fuck you if you want something in- if you want me in you, but- I’ll just keep working on my magic with Nate, I think. At least until I- I trust myself.”

Nik leaned over and kissed him softly. “It’s okay.”

When Lev crawled into his lap, Nik wrapped his arms around him. Lev rubbed his face in Nik’s neck, and sighed. “Do you still want sex?”

Cameron snorted from beside them.

Nik ran his hands down Lev’s back. “I always want sex.” His hands drifted lower, grabbing at Lev’s ass. “How about I ride you? That seems fair.”

Lev nosed under Nik’s jaw before nipping at his neck shyly. “Okay,” he said softly. “I can do that.”

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[devil-in-those-eyes]

Sweetheart part 3-Ben hardy

Hi ya’ll. I thought i’d post this part because I leave for vacay soon and I cant promise i’ll have time to drop a new chapter. But the part 2 didn't get much love, so please don't forget to give it a heart, reblog or send me something so I know you guys are still enjoying it!

A/N: italics are a dream!

Y/N

           Your stomach swirled as you sucked in a deep breath, wondering how you would get past both of them and kick the ball between the two water bottles that marked the goal posts. You remembered when you used to play with Matt, Ben and Val and remembered all the dirty tricks he would pull on you and you wondered how long it would take for him to pull a trip and send you tumbling into the grass. You watched as Ben lost his smirk and stared down at your feet, bending his knees and preparing for your move but as soon as you started dribbling the ball, you tried to move around him but he wrapped his arms around our waist and picked you up.

           “Ben!” you yelled as he and Chris laughed, Chris jumping at the chance of Ben starting to twirl you around and taking the ball down to your end of the field. “Not fair!” you called out as his grip on your body tightened and he dug his face into your neck, chuckling against you. But as he twirled you around again, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling and laughing because this was not what you meant by playing dirty.

           You heard people cheering for Chris but Ben had turned you away from it, so you didn’t get to see him kick the ball into the goal. Ben stopped twirling you and put your feet on the ground, his breath puffing against your bare shoulder, while your head dropped against his shoulder, your hands clasped in his around your waist. His smooth cheek brushing against yours as you stared up at the big blue sky.

           “When was the last time we played together?” He asked, his breath still heavy in your ear.

           “I was seventeen,” you answered immediately, remembering how he did a slide tackle. He had apologized profusely when he saw the scrapes filled with the dirt of the dried mud patch you tumbled in and your dad had told him that he needed to slow down on the slide tackles.

           “Still got that scar?” He wondered, one of his hands leaving your waist and touching your elbow, brushing over the barely there white scar. “Right here?”

           “Ya’ll done?” Christ called out, popping the warm bubble and making you instantly step out of Ben’s grasp.

           You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, nor could you even look at your sister because you knew she had watched the whole thing. Six fucking years and he still made you fall apart into a messy puddle at his feet. You faced Chris while Ben just seemed to look your way, wondering what it would take to make you not curl away from him.

           “You’re playing unfair,” you said to Chris, hanging your hands on your hips while Chris walked towards you with the ball in his hands.

           “You were kicking my ass,” Chris pointed out. “You and Ben are like legends in this family, if I beat you then I get bragging rights.”

           You laughed, “Isn’t actually winning if you’re cheating, Chris.”

           “Does it matter, love?” Ben asked from beside you, grinning.

           “What do you get out of this?” You asked him, finally looking into his eyes. “Proving you can still beat me?”

           “No,” he shook his head, hanging his hands on his hips and shrugging softly. “I get to spend time with you.”

           Shock brushed over you as his words filled your head and you bit your lip. This seemed suddenly to you because you had spent the last six years apart. What did it matter to him if you two spent time together? He didn’t care enough to join your family in saying goodbye to you at Heathrow, why now?

           Chris cleared his throat, clearing feeling awkward. “Can we play now?”

           “Yes,” you answered instantly and looked at Chris, “You start.”

           All three of you headed to the middle of the make shift field. You could feel Ben’s eyes on you but you focused on Chris, to had the ball on his side. Someone whistled, singling the start, so Chris moved but it didn’t take long for him to try and pass the ball to Ben, which you stole and headed for the other end of the field, just missing Ben’s hands.

           You were just about to kick the ball into the goal when Ben caught up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “No, no, no!” You exclaimed as Ben pulled on your body until you both tumbled onto the ground, rolling around until he ended up on top of you with a knee between your thighs, his hips pinning you to the ground and his hands tightening around yours on either side of your head.

           “Go, Chris!” Ben yelled as you stared up at him. You watched as his eyes slowly looked back to yours, drinking you in with a smirk as both realized how close your faces were.

           “What’re you doing?” You whispered, feeling breathless from the weight of his hips on ours. If he moved his knee a little higher, it would nudge into your core, that was throbbing just from the position you two were in.

           “Chris thinks I’m helping him, but I saw it as an excuse to be close to you.” Ben murmured, his words almost drowned out by the cheers of Chris’ parents and any other on lookers.

           “Matty will see,” you pointed out, waiting for him to crawl off of you at the mention of your brother.

           “We’re not kids anymore, sweetheart. I really don’t care if he notices.” Your heart screamed at you following his words.

           But I do. A voice inside your head whispered and Ben must have noticed the words inside your round eyes because his hands loosened their grip on yours just enough for you to tug your hands free. He stayed on top of you until you pushed into his chest and shoved him off of you. You smiled at Chris as he tried to talk to you, but you muttered good job and headed for your sister, ignoring her all knowing smile. You took her new drink out of her hands and took a couple gulps and breathed out, “Don’t even start.”

           “I think Aunt Mary brought some tequila, want a shot?” Your sister answered, wiggling her eyebrows. You nodded and she stood up, taking you into the house to find said tequila.

           You couldn’t really remember how you got into this position, but at that moment you really didn’t care. Not when you were straddling Ben’s lap with his naked chest underneath your hands. When his mouth was pressed to yours, his tongue sweeping across yours. You had long since peeled off your tank top, your bra following its path onto the floor. Your sweats laid somewhere on your carpet, along with his shirt and jeans.

           You had the house to yourself and you were about to make full use of it. Your fingers dug into his blonde hair and tugged softly, listening to him groan against your mouth with his fingers dancing over the curve of your waist and touching your ass. There was a deep ache between your legs and you needed some sort of friction, something to help relieve the pressure between your legs, so you rocked your hips into his, feeling his throbbing dick rub against your aching clit.

           A moan stuttered out of your lips as you rolled your hips again, finding a small amount of relief. “Fuck, that feel good, sweetheart?” Ben groaned against your mouth and you nodded weakly. His grip tightened on your ass cheeks, “I can feel you through my boxers. So fucking wet.”

           “Ben, please, touch me.” You begged, giving a harder roll of your hips. Your movements stilled to a halt when you felt his fingertips run over the line of your panties, around your hips and brushing over the sensitive skin where your thigh met your hip.

           “Look at me, sweetheart,” he demanded softly, “I wanna see your eyes.”

           You did as told and pried your eyes open, your thighs tightening as his finger snuck inside your panties, the tip of his pointer finger ghosting over your folds and feeling the excitement that had leaked. You whined, wanting more, but he smirked at you as he enjoyed teasing you, not even batting an eye when you tugged at his hair harder. You started begging softly with him, pleading with him to do more than just ghostly touches and eventually he complied with coating his finger with your wetness at your entrance before circling your clit.

           “Look at you,” he murmured as your hips started to move with his hand at your clit. “So wet, so needy, just for me.”

           You moaned as he slowly slid his finger inside of you, your eyes locked on his and feeling the ache finally being tended too by his fingers. As he slowly began pumping his finger a little faster, your orgasm seemed to coil even tighter in the pit of your stomach.

           Your eyes shot open right before the coil broke apart in the pit of your stomach, the pleasure that was coursing through your veins seemed to disappear almost immediately. You chest moved heavily as your heart tried keeping up with your body while your eyes worked to adjust to the world around you, you weren’t in your bedroom but instead was sprawled out on the couch in the family room with a light blanket over your body.  You glanced towards the clock and saw it said 7:30 in the morning and suddenly remembered how you had fallen asleep on the couch after helping your parents clean up from having people over. You touched your forehead and sighed, you could still feel Ben’s fingers pulling your panties to the side as his lips brushed over yours. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a sex dream, let alone a sex dream about Ben, but when you heard movement in the kitchen you decided to get up.

           You walked into the kitchen and felt your heart stop suddenly in your chest as Ben stood against the counter, drinking a glass of water in nothing but sweats. Literally. Just. Sweats. His naked chest was on display and he looked like he just rolled out of bed as well, but when he caught sight of you he smirked and your cheeks flushed, remembering that you had just been dreaming about your first night together.

           “Had a good sleep, sweetheart?”

           Fuck me. He knows.

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[carisi-dreams]

first & again | Sonny Carisi x Reader

this is the 2,000 word fic prize commission in celebration of my one year blogiversary. ended up being about 2200 words :)

@barbabangme requested: OK I LOVE A CLASSIC BED/COUCH SHARING SMUTTY FIC so maybe im bffs with sonny and we are at his parent’s house for sunday dinner and theres a really bad thunder/rain storm so we have to wait it out and stay the night-the gentleman he is he lets me stay in his bedroom and he stays in the basement on the couch right and i get scared so i run downstairs to be with him and then feelings get confessed or ~things~ just happen naturally and we gotta be kinda quiet so its even hotter WHATEVER U WANT i love it dirty and smutty u know me!!! 

“Did you hear the weather report for this evening?”

Sonny’s mom looked over at the two of you expectantly as she pushed back from the table. She started to stack her silverware on top of her plate, but when she went to reach for Sonny’s he stopped her with a gentle shake of his head as he got to his feet.

“Stop, ma. We’ll get these. You cooked. Sit back down and I’ll make you a coffee,” he urged her.

She made a face, but sat back down and let Sonny take her plate from her. You jumped to your feet to help Sonny, but turned back to the conversation she had started.

“Weather? Are we supposed to get rain or something?”

Sonny had already headed into the kitchen, but you followed him at a more sedate pace as you waited for his mother’s response. She nodded and gave you a worried look.

“Really bad, apparently. I had the news on earlier while I was cooking. You didn’t get anything on your phone?” You shook your head and she shrugged. “Well, maybe the report changed. But earlier they were warning about flash flooding and high winds.”

“Hmm.” You flashed her what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Now, you go sit in the living room while we clean up.”

She smiled and nodded and you turned to follow in Sonny’s footsteps into the kitchen. He had his sleeves rolled up his forearms and the water in the sink was running as he was methodically working his way through the pile in the sink. When he heard you behind him he turned and shot you a wry smile before resuming his task at hand. You set your plate on the counter next to the sink and leaned against it for a moment.

“Your mom says there’s a flash flood warning with high winds predicted for this evening.”

Sonny had rolled up the sleeves of his flannel and his forearms flexed as he rinsed off another plate. The water had sprayed up over his arms and the droplets caught the light from overhead as he deftly handled the plate under the stream of running water. You had to catch yourself and tear your eyes away. Spotting the pans still on the stove you crossed the room in an attempt to be more productive. If it also enabled you to distract yourself, well…then no one had to be the wiser.

“Yeah?” Sonny aimed over his shoulder. You nodded and he made another face and reached for the plate you had just set down. “Well, I’m sure we’ll be back in the city by then. I wouldn’t worry about it, doll. She’s probably just trying to get us to spend the—”

Before Sonny could finish his sentence he was cut off by a sudden hammering on the roof. Rain immediately began to lash against the side of the house and the lights flickered for a moment before stabilizing. It was as if someone had turned a high powered hose on and aimed it at the house. The wind was picking up from the light blowing from earlier and you squinted to try to see outside through the window over the sink. Rain was obscuring the view and you soon gave up. You set the pans down on the counter where your plate had just been and raised your eyebrows in expectation at him as he groaned.

“You were saying?” you asked lightly.

“How do you feel about spending the night?” A corner of his mouth was tugged up into a smile and bit back your own and pushed off the counter.

“I’ll go make sure it’s okay with your mom,” you told him before starting towards the door.

“She’ll be thrilled!” Sonny called to you over his shoulder.

You laughed in response before crossing the threshold in search of Mrs. Carisi. Chances were Sonny was right and she already had clean sheets and towels out ready for you both.

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The rest of the evening had passed peacefully, despite the ruckus being raised outside. The three of you had settled in with coffee and dessert, homemade tiramisu, and watched television until Mrs. Carisi went off to bed. With just you and Sonny left you switched over from the food channel in favor of watching the latest true crime special released on Hulu. Sonny had insisted you take his room and that he would take the basement, but the two of you had cuddled up on his bed while you watched Hulu on your phone. Neither of you had even considered bringing a laptop with you since it was supposed to be just a quick trip for dinner.

It had taken you a Herculean effort to not lean into Sonny more than necessary. In between switching from the living room up to the bedroom he’d had to pull in the trashcans from the edge of the curb into the garage. Even though he had since changed his clothes, his hair was still damp. The scent of his shampoo wafted off of him and it didn’t help that he had given you his flannel to wrap yourself in before he’d darted into the storm. You had worn it with the sleeves pulled down over your hands and you prayed that Sonny hadn’t noticing how you had your nose buried in its collar. It was warm and smelled like him and you had to resist the want coursing through you. When he finally begged off to sleep, waving away another one of your offers to take the basement, you were relieved.

The house was now dark and quiet aside from the drumming of rain drops on the rooftop. You didn’t mind storms, but the house was big enough to be a bit unsettling as another gust of wind made the house creak. You knew it was just the usual creaks of an old house, but you couldn’t help but tense under the sheets. One of your hands was fisted in Sonny’s flannel that you had shoved under the pillow and the other had a white knuckled grip on the sheet as you lay and stared up at the ceiling. Some of the thoughts from earlier tried to push in as your mind relaxed, but you bat them aside. No way were you going to fantasize about Sonny in his childhood home, and certainly not in his childhood bed in his childhood bedroom.

Another violent gust of wind sent rain lashing against the window and the screen flapping against the glass. Before you could overthink it, or even really think about it to begin with, you tossed the covers aside and jumped out of the bed. You had the presence of mind to shove the flannel back under the pillow before you tiptoed across the floor and out of the door. The door to Mrs. Carisi’s room was closed so you took special care to be quiet as you passed by her door on the way down the stairs. Dodging furniture in the near darkness was difficult and you bumped your knee against an end table before finally fumbling over to the basement door.

“Sonny?” you hissed as you pushed the door open and concentrated carefully on not falling down the stairs.

Not exactly the entrance you were looking for. Sonny didn’t immediately respond and as you picked your way across the floor you could barely make out where he was a lump under the covers on the pull out sofa.

“Sonny?” you repeated. This time you were a little louder and lot closer, but you knew better than almost anyone how Sonny could be a deep sleeper.

It wasn’t until you perched on the edge of the bed and it dipped under you and made the old springs squeak that Sonny finally began to stir. You reached out cautiously to nudge his shoulder.

“It’s me,” you added in hopes that he wouldn’t startle. He groaned in the back of his throat and turned over in the bed. You settled in closer and offered him a sheepish smile. “Can I stay with you?”

“What times’it?” Sonny groaned even as he pulled back an edge of the sheets.

“Late.” You scooted under the covers and sighed in relief when he tossed them back over you.

You could tell that he was still half asleep as he moved back to give you space. Even in the low lighting you could make out that his hair was sticking up all over his head. The sheets smelled like him and they were warm. In the basement you could barely hear the storm and it felt like your own world.

“Shouldn’t have watched those shows before we went to bed,” he mumbled as he unstacked his pillows and shoved one over to your side.

“It wasn’t that,” you clarified. You shivered even though you weren’t really cold. “It was just the storm and being up there all alone felt kind of—”

You pulled back and just barely missed colliding foreheads when he leaned down to pull up the spread from where it was folded on the bottom of the bed. He arranged it high on your side and leaned over you to tuck it behind you. The energy was staticky and thick. When he slowly pulled back to his side of the bed you couldn’t resist leaning into his space.

“Kind of what?” he whispered.

You leaned forward even more, eyes darting between his eyes and his mouth. It seemed like he was holding his breath and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest. Sonny reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, but he let his hand linger on the side of your face. You turned to nuzzle into his palm before grazing your lips against his warm skin.

“Scary,” you finished in a soft voice. “It felt scary to be up there alone.”

“And now?” Sonny’s words were barely audible and it was only your proximity to him that allowed you make them out.

“Scary still, but…different.”

“Different,” he echoed before closing the space between the two of you and catching you in a soft kiss.

You nodded and resisted the urge to surge up into the kiss, instead letting him set the pace. He kept it soft and slow, taking his time as his hand cupped the side of your face.

“This okay?” He pulled back to eye you carefully.

You nodded as you struggled to find your words. “Perfect,” you finally squeezed out. “Different. Better.”

“I don’t want you to feel like—”

“I want this, Sonny.” You found a reserve of bravery that you didn’t know was stored deep in your belly. “If you…I want this. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Me too, doll,” Sonny sighed as he leaned back in. “Me too. You have no idea.”

He folded you under him as he bore you down in the bed and started kissing you again. This time the intensity was higher and he encouraged your mouth open with his tongue so that he could kiss you fully. Your arms came up to wrap around him and you clutched his back as he cupped your face with one hand and held himself half propped up over you with his other. There would be half moon shapes on his shoulder blades the next morning from how hard you were holding onto him. You spread your legs to give him more space to slot over you. When his knee nudged your inner thigh you gasped into the kiss. He swallowed up the noise and groaned low in his throat.

The hand that was cupping your face began dragging down your neck. On the other side he was sucking open mouthed kisses against your skin. Every so often his tongue would flicker out to trace along your skin and you squeezed your eyes shut against the competing sensations. His hand continued its journey down your neck and the side of your body. It grazed your breast and when you whimpered he took it as encouragement and slipped his hand under the hem of your t-shirt. He touch was searing against the side of your stomach and his hand easily spanned across your hip.

“I don’t, uh…I don’t have anything to—”

“That’s okay,” you cut him off breathlessly.

His hand slid from your hip down and he hooked his thumb in the side of your panties. The sound of your ragged breathing was filling the space, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel self conscious. With the way Sonny was gazing down at you combined with the way his thumb was delicately sweeping across your skin, the only thing you felt was desire.

“I can make you feel good.” A pause and then a single word uttered reverently. “Doll.”

He breathed your name into your mouth and dipped in for another kiss before managing to pull himself back. His erection was a warm presence against the inside of you thigh and you pressed into it. The deepest and loudest groan yet escaped from between his lips and you reveled at being the one to draw such a reaction from him.

“I can make you feel good, too, Sonny.”

Your lips curved up into a smile and when he kissed you again he was smiling too. The two of you laughed a little into the kiss before he pulled back to begin stripping you out of your clothes.

[vennilavee]

golden hour part VI

golden hour masterlist

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader

Summary: a series of moments when everything sparkles, shines and glitters, just like it’s gold.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: ~1600

A/N: if you couldn’t tell, im a sucker for the fall. Enjoy! 

Once you found out that Bucky had never been to a pumpkin patch, a haunted hay ride, had apple cider donuts or even been apple picking, you were determined to change that.

Steve swings the door to his and Bucky’s shared apartment and narrows his eyes at you. You stare right back, waiting for his suspicious eyes to ease up.

“Good morning, Steve,” You smile at him despite his obvious hesitance, “Ummm...I’m not sure if you’ve got a sweet tooth like Bucky’s, but I baked some chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. And made some dark chocolate bark. Buck told me you don’t have any peanut allergies to worry about.

“Enjoy.”

“Uh, thank you,” Steve Rogers might be wary of you but Sarah Rogers didn’t raise him to be impolite, “You like the fall?”

“Yeah! It’s my favorite season,”  You reply enthusiastically, “Something about the leaves changing and the cooler air just feels nostalgic, you know?”

Your heart is racing a million miles a minute and Steve can hear it. He intimidates you more than a little. You’ve voiced the hunch you have that he doesn’t like you to Sam and Bucky but they are insistent that that is not the case.

You don’t quite believe them. Which is why you’ve brought treats to bribe Steve’s affections and sway him in your direction. You really want him to like you and it’s been upsetting you that he’s held you at arms length.

“Yeah, I like the fall, too. My ma used to make this amazing apple pie. It would just melt on your tongue,” Steve says wistfully. His eyes are less guarded and your shoulders slump minutely in relief.

“Oh! I’m not that great a baker, but I’d love to try baking an apple pie,” You jump at the opportunity to impress him, “Apple pie is my favorite.”

“Me, too!” Steve exclaims, “You gotta have it with ice cream, too-”

“Yeah, with vanilla ice cream,” You agree, “It’s the best combination on the whole planet.”

“Even better than cookies and milk?” He asks it so innocently, that you have to laugh.

“That’s a tough one,” You pretend to ruminate on the question for a few moments. Just then, Bucky emerges from his bedroom after hearing your voice mingling with Steve’s voice. Seeing you and Steve smiling together... Nothing makes Bucky happier.

Steve is just protective of him, and understandably so. You understand that, you really do. But you still want him to desperately approve of you.  Approve of you as Bucky’s girl.

The smile you give Bucky once you catch him walking towards you is a smile that he can proudly say he’s gotten used to. It still brings him to his knees, but he doesn’t get as nervous around you.

He can hear your heartbeat speed up ever so slightly. It comforts him a little, knowing that you are as affected by him as he is by you.

Holding out your arms to him for a hug, you murmur a hello in his ear. A whiff of your subtle rose scented perfume wafts into his nose and he resists an urge to close his eyes and bathe in it. 

“I made cookies and bark. Have some before we go,” You reach over the counter and hand him the Tupperware. 

Bucky doesn’t think he could ever say no to you. He watches you as he munches on the dark chocolate bark, your eyes wide with anticipation.

His approval. You want his approval.

The moan of delight that leaves his lips is bordering on sinful but you clap your hands in delight. 

“Pretty good, huh, Buck?” Steve asks slyly.

“She knows the way to my heart,” Bucky says easily, enjoying the way you duck your head at his teasing. You tug the sleeves of your mustard colored bomber jacket and check your pockets to make sure you have your keys, wallet, and cellphone.

“Ready, Buck?” You ask softly. Bucky almost tugs your fingers into his hand but he resists.

He doesn’t want to scare you.

“Have fun, kids,” Steve waves at you, finally giving you a warm smile.

“Bye, Steve. Those cookies better be gone when we get back,” You tease. Steve laughs and nods before giving Bucky a pointed look.

You walk slightly ahead of Bucky with a slight hop in your step. Bucky can taste your excitement bubbling over and spilling onto him.

Like fizzy champagne.

It’s when you are driving to your favorite farm in New York State with one hand on the wheel that you slowly inch your other hand towards Bucky. He doesn’t catch it at first, thinking that maybe you are looking for something in one of the compartments of your car.

But you keep your eyes on the road. Your lips are slightly upturned when your fingers thread into his with invisible, golden strings. You squeeze lightly, your thumb stroking his absent-mindedly.

Bucky silently marvels at how your hand slots into his so perfectly. As if his hand was molded for the sole purpose of fitting into yours.

“You okay, Buck?” You like to check in with him whenever you touch him like this. You don’t want to push him.

“Yes, darling,” Bucky says without thinking. His head whips around to you, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

Darling. Where had that even come from? He hadn’t even been thinking it. Maybe a memory of a memory from long, long ago.

He remembers ‘darling’ from when he used to take pretty girls to get milkshakes and impress them with how quickly he could tie a cherry stem with his tongue.

Instead of rebuking the term of endearment, you smile bashfully. You squeeze his hand again, chancing a glance at him.

“Darling, huh? I like that,” You reply softly, “Never been called that before.”

And Bucky just can’t have that, can he? He likes the way your eyes glitter after he called you ‘darling’ and decides that it’s a look he wants to see on you more often.

Black boots crunch along fallen leaves as you excitedly point to Bucky all your favorite attractions at the farm. You’ve brought him to your favorite childhood farm, complete with a haunted hayride. You take a seat at one of the benches, sipping on hot apple cider and munching on apple cider donuts.

You had been appalled when Bucky said he had never had warm, apple cider donuts. You hadn’t left him room to protest when you fed him bits of the donut, relishing in the way he hummed happily.

“It’s good right,” You murmur, “We should bring some back for Steve. He’ll probably dislike me a little less.”

“He doesn’t dislike you,” Bucky scoffs, “He’s just... protective.”

“I know, I know,” You say softly, wrapping your arm around his bicep and leaning against him, “I’d be protective of you, too, if I was him. I am protective of you, you know?”

Bucky somehow manages to look you in the eyes. The setting sun casts its light, golden rays onto you, accentuating the tenderness in your eyes. He’s proud of himself, from not shirking away from you because of a confession so tender that was directed at him.

“Is that so?” Bucky says wryly, “You and Steve can fight over me. I’ll watch on the sidelines.”

You laugh, ducking your head. It’s a pretty noise, Bucky thinks. Reminds him of something sweet.

“Bet you’d like that, huh? Brooklyn’s finest,” You roll your eyes at him affectionately, “Handsome Brooklyn boy.” You pinch his cheek, laughing when he tries batting your hand away with a blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks.

He smears some of the powder from the donuts onto your forehead and you grumble, “Do you know how terrible having this stuff on your skin is for you?! How rude. We can’t all be blessed with skin like yours, Barnes.”

Bucky actually giggles.  He tilts his head slightly so that his nose pressed into your hair. You wish you could capture this moment, this moment in time. You’re certain that his nose is scrunching and his eyes crinkling with mirth.

Your golden boy glows along with the setting sun.

“I know you’re scared. You can hold my hand if you want. You know, cause you’re so scared,” You tease Bucky, wrapping your arm around his bicep again. You’ve made your way to the haunted hayride, the last event of the evening. It’s your favorite part. Bucky clasps his hand over yours with a grin.

“I can hear your heart racing, darling,” Bucky says easily, “Maybe you’re just nervous around me.”

Your heart rate spikes at the pet name and you curse his hearing.

“You just make my darn heart flutter,” You jest, nudging him lightly in the ribs. He shushes you and you lean against his arm, jumping lightly when the hayride begins to move.

Bucky tries his best to not laugh at you when you yelp at almost every turn. Your nails are digging into his arm and your eyes are covered by your other hand. Except you peek out of the spaces of your fingers to see out in front of you. 

You let out a distinct, high-pitched scream at the sight of a demented, ghoulish looking clown with a bloody pitchfork and shove your face into Bucky’s shoulder instinctively. 

Bucky suddenly feels very warm. Gooey, like the inside of a chocolate chip cookie. Your rosy scent surrounds him, welcomes him. This is rapture, this is vivid- how everything about you warms him up from within. As if you are a part of him already.

As if you’ve already started to pour some of your molten gold into him.

tags: @coal000 @hottrashformarvel @hootyhoobuckaroo @buckyforbreakfast @lesqui @dracris33 @cauraphernelia @starfisharchives @ragna-wrecked

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Satisfied, Part 44

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Her eyes snapped to Penguin, who was calmly rifling through his pockets as if he wasn’t currently pressing the equivalent of a knife into her neck. After a few seconds he pulled a tiny black dot from his bag.

“This is a bug. It allows us access to everything you see and hear. You’re going to wear it at all times.”

“And if I don’t…?”

He smiled sweetly. It didn’t suit his face at all. “Then those friends of yours are going to have some accidents.”

She nodded slightly and bit the inside of her cheek. Part of her was tempted to just take it and put it on her civilian self, but then it would disappear whenever she transformed. She doubted they would take too kindly to the deception, nor would they listen to any explanation she gave.

“I’m going to need two of those.” There were a few frowns and she gave an awkward shrug. “My costume gets rid of everything I’m wearing, no matter where it is.”

Penguin cursed a little but agreed to dig through his pockets and hand her one.

Great. So now that problem was solved. New problem! What is she supposed to do about the whole ‘NightMare’ thing? It would also disappear when she turned into NightMare, and they would either assume she had taken it off and kill someone she cared about or they would figure out it correlated with when NightMare went out and kill someone she cared about.

She was let go. After a few seconds, Penguin removed the umbrella from her neck and she breathed a tiny sigh of relief.

Marinette cringed as he fastened the bug to her forehead, pushing her bangs back a bit more than normal. A glance in the mirror made her wince. It blended into her skin almost too well, looking like a mole that she usually had hidden behind her hair. There goes the hope that the bats would notice. Tim might, but not before he said something that could endanger the family.

She set the extra bug in her pocket. She’d have to put it on when she transformed.

“Put the bug on.”

“Now?”

The Rogues sent her a harsh look and she nodded, pulling it back out and setting it on the chair. She glanced around.

“Could you… look away? I don’t… transform in front of people.”

They all looked annoyed, but eventually turned around.

“Tikki, spots on,” she murmured. In seconds she was in her costume and she reluctantly placed the bug next to her bangs again. She shuffled uncomfortably as everyone looked at her and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. “Great. That’s done.”

“I hope I don’t have to tell you that this will remain between us.”

“I’m not stupid,” she said, sending him a glare.

Penguin gave a small shrug and she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from cursing him out.

Then Harley walked over and tugged on Marinette’s mask. A confused look dawned across her face. “Why can’t I take off your mask?”

Marinette blinked in surprise. Why did she care? They already knew her identity… “It wouldn’t come off unless I wanted it to.”

“Miraculi are weird.”

She nodded her agreement, still trying to figure out why it mattered. It wasn’t until Harley had turned away to go talk to Poison Ivy that she realized that she must have thought that her miraculous resided in her mask like NightMare’s did. Damn, way to research the enemies, guys. Still, they weren't trying to get her miraculous, so it wasn’t important.

What was important right now was...

“Where’s Damian?”

Penguin rolled his eyes. “I’ll retrieve him.”

Marinette nodded and watched him leave. No one was paying attention to her anymore, content with the knowledge that she wouldn’t do anything for fear of her friends’ safety. Riddler had gone back to being uninterested now that the mystery was solved. Poison Ivy and Harley were chatting, bitter expressions on their faces.

She dropped her transformation.

A few minutes later, Penguin brought in a slightly dazed Damian. “He took a lot of tranquiliser, so he’ll probably be messed up for a little while.”

She sent him a glare as she ducked under Damian’s arm and held him up. “Thanks for taking such good care of him,” she hissed.

“We could do worse,” warned Penguin.

She clamped her mouth shut and began dragging Damian out onto the streets. A quick glance at her phone confirmed that, hey, they were ages away from either of their houses and also in a terrible neighborhood. Great.

She reached into his pockets and rifled around despite his weak protests. She pulled a gun, loading it and beginning to walk.

They began walking, the afternoon sun beaming down on them. She was already burning up from the effort of carrying Damian along -- he was heavier than he looked, and he already looked pretty damn heavy -- but the sun attempting to roast them alive was just adding insult to injury.

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek nervously. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t really just not go as NightMare for a while, the Gala was approaching very rapidly and her absence would be both suspicious and unwise. There was nothing she could do.

And then there was the bats. She didn’t want to double cross them (could she even call it that? Would it be triple crossing? Quadruple crossing? Double-double crossing?), and she couldn’t think of any ways to tip them off without the Rogues noticing.

She grit her teeth tightly. She found herself wishing, for the millionth time, that her Miraculous Cure could change memories. Everything would be so much better if she could just wipe someone’s memory of who she was, if she could get rid of all the memories of the terrible experiences victims endured…

But she couldn't. And now she was stuck in a mess she couldn’t fix with people’s lives at stake.

“We can’t go home,” murmured Damian, pulling her from her thoughts.

She nodded slightly. The bats would be… more than a little peeved off about the secret they’d kept from them and, though they could only avoid them for so long, she wasn’t ready for that conversation. Damian wasn’t either. They needed time.

And time, of course, was needed for her to think things through.

“Can we get to your place?”

She shook her head slightly. “Too far. If we tried to walk there we’d get there tomorrow morning.” 

“Do we have money for transportation?”

“Do you think we’d be walking if we did?”

Damian sent her a halfhearted glare and then groaned and leaned into her so heavily she thought she would buckle under his weight. She continued to hold him up, though -- mainly because she didn’t want to have to pick him back up off the ground if they collapsed.

She settled to dropping him on a bench and biting the inside of her cheek anxiously.

The suburbs were ages away from downtown --.

Downtown. A memory came to her and she grinned. There was a solution to at least a few of her problems.

She pulled up the Diversityadoptees group chat.

Definitelyforgottosleep: hey guys can dami and i come over

Brucesfavorite: mhmm

Before she could sound this out to figure out what this could mean, Duke answered as well.

Imsurroundedbyidiots: Only if we can send a picture to mess with The Whites(TM)

She rolled her eyes.

Definitelyforgottosleep: sure where are u

They sent her the address at the same time and she smiled to herself. After a bit of walking (and a lot of getting lost), they ended up at the door to their apartment.

If you could even call it that.

The living room was the size of her entire apartment. And there was a distinct living room. There weren't just some vague counters to separate the kitchen, there were walls. And, as her eyes landed on a staircase, at least two floors.

“I’m moving in,” she muttered, dropping onto the couch with a slight pout on her face.

Duke laughed quietly and closed the door behind her. “Sure, we have an extra room.”

“HOW MANY ROOMS DO YOU HAVE?”

He rolled his eyes and then looked at Damian, who was leaning against the wall she’d left him by. “Is he going to be alright?”

“Probably. They apparently gave him a lot of tranquiliser.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, whether with confusion or anger it was hard to say, but before he could say anything Cass came sliding down the banister. She beamed and flashed them all a wave.

Then her smile lessened.

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she was banking on Cass being able to figure out that she was bugged immediately like she’d figured out her identity. Otherwise she had no clue how she was going to tip off the bats.

Cass tipped her head to the side and then a smile reappeared on her face. “Popcorn and movies?”

Had she figured it out? She certainly hoped so. She nodded that it would be fine and watched her disappear to the kitchen.

Duke grinned and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels idly as Damian slowly made his way over.

The sound of popcorn popping filled the apartment and Marinette cursed mentally, tipping her head back to rest on the armrest. Great. New plan…

The receiver in her ear crackled to indicate someone had turned theirs on.

She worried for about half a second that the Rogues would be able to hear, but then remembered when she’d had to literally smush her face against Red Hood’s in order to hear Batman yelling at them for being irresponsible back when they’d all gotten drunk. It would be fine.

She didn’t even bother to hide it as she reached up to receive the call. She saw Duke’s eyes trace the movement and then widen a bit, then looked away in case he had one to turn on as well.

“The bug’s been bugged,” said Cass, who seemed very proud of her joke.

“She’s been what?”

“Bugged. Someone bad found out her identity and now she’s got a bug.”

There was a silence as this sunk in.

Then Dick was yelling. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE FOUND OUT HER CIVILIAN IDENTITY?!”

“Damn, Nightwing, didn’t know you cared so much,” said Tim, who sounded a bit on edge.

“WHY DID THEY GET TO KNOW BEFORE ME?!”

“Because everyone gets to know before you,” said Cass calmly. “You’re officially the last to know.”

“IM SORRY?! EVERYONE KNEW?!”

“Yep.”

He must not have believed her, because he began going through everyone’s names. Every bat was forced to both admit when and how they’d found out. Apparently even Bruce had been in on it, having found out on a security camera around Thanksgiving. Damn. She really was not good at hiding her identity, huh?

Well, except for when it came to one person, apparently. Dick was practicing breathing exercises, if the mumbled counting was anything to go by. However, it must not have worked, because he was still yelling when he next spoke: “WHO IS SHE?!”

Jason attempted to move the conversation away with a quiet: “Hey, so about that bug thing --.”

Whatever attempt to save his wallet he was about to make was ruined by Cass, who simply said: “Marinette.”

The silence stretched on for a good minute before Dick began a long string of cursing.

Marinette was saved (or prevented, depending on how you look at it) from learning a bunch of new English swear words by Damian dropping on top of her -- probably revenge for leaving him to walk over on his own. She hissed in pain and cradled her stomach, where his head had hit, and cursed him out. Apparently she didn’t need Dick’s help, after all.

Dick was still cursing when she turned off the line (Cass had come back with popcorn) and Marinette beamed as they all got comfortable on the couch.

Duke had stretched across the top of the couch so he could have room. The girls had taken to opposite ends of the couch, mainly so Damian could lay across them with his head in Marinette’s lap and his legs in Cass’s as he tried -- and failed -- to stay awake. They benefited from this arrangement, too, though, because they were now allowed to rest the popcorn on his stomach (it needed to be in the middle where everyone could reach it, a genuine war between all of them would be a disaster).

They put on a scary movie, Marinette hardly paid attention -- it wasn’t that scary, anyways. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Great, so now the bats wouldn’t reveal or talk about sensitive information in front of her. That problem was gone.

But she had another one. And she had no clue what she was going to do.

A hand touched her cheek and she blinked a few times to clear her head. She turned slightly to look at Cass, who was giving her a tiny smile. “Relax for now. We think best when we give ourselves breaks.”

Marinette was not one to take breaks. But… as her eyes flickered over Duke, who was watching the movie through his fingers, and Damian, who had begun to hug her like a pillow in his sleep, she couldn’t help but smile. It’d only be a little while anyways.

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For the person who asked for a chapter in Dick’s POV... sure I’ll do it and any other requests I might get when I’m done with this fic

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Chapter 2: Flemire

(Playlist | Prequel | Ch. 1 | Ch.3)

Once inside the walled city of Felmire, Zabiri happily slipped off the saddle and disappeared into the crowd.

And crowded it was.

On horseback they inched down the roads until Ira turned them onto a side street. They were so narrow, Myghal’s boots scrapped against the walls on occasion. He wondered how anyone managed to get anywhere.

The farther from the main road they moved, the clearer the streets became. Of people, at least. There was plenty of filth, homeless, and things Myghal wished he hadn’t seen but couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Berma trotted ahead as careless as a stuffed fox, Ira rigid in the saddle. They came to an intersection of five roads labeled “The Cross Roads” in faded, chipped paint that might have been red at some point. Ira waved him forward and Myghal rode up beside him.

“I’m going to take a look around,” his dark eyes shifted up and down the road. “Go down this alley. There’s a small stable there. Put your horse up and wait for me.”

“Nepenthe.”

“Whatever. Just wait there, don’t do anything stupid, and try to blend in.” Berma shifted and then turned down the road, away from the alley. Myghal took a moment to see what he could of The Cross Roads. The strangely shaped intersection held a number of shops on it’s corners. At least, he guessed they were shops. Most of the windows were boarded up and no one had signs outside. It was a world apart from Alkstead.

Crossing the road he made his way down the alley. Wider than the others, it helped keep from running against the walls in the low light. The tall buildings caused nightfall to rush up on them, and Myghal didn’t have the capability to maneuver in the dark like Ira. Squinting he finally found the stable, practically right up on it. Nepenthe wasn’t sure, hesitating to go into one of the stalls until he was goaded a second time.

Myghal stood in the saddle, grunting at the ache that had set up in his legs. Usually they rode at leisure, but since the early hours that morning Ira hadn't let them stop. Hesitating, and bracing himself, Myghal tossed a foot out of the stirrup and over the saddle. Once on the ground he patted his thighs, laughing away the soreness before gathering up the reins.

"Nice horse ya 'ave there."

He grimaced at the lack of kindness in their voice. It wasn’t a compliment or said by anyone with good intentions.

"Jus' rode in, did we?" Someone else laughed in the dark. There were two, maybe three.

"Sure did—" Myghal started to turn when something sharp pressed against his back.

"Uh-uh, wouldn't do that."

"Let's see those hands." But Myghal didn't move. How could he? It had been ten minutes since they got in, and all he had been asked to do was put the horse away.

"We've got a crossbow at your back," a third explained. " If you don't listen here, we'll blow straight through a lung."

Myghal sighed, grimacing at his sore shoulder as he lifted his hands to the back of his head. He'd never hear the end of this one.

"Tha's more like it. See, in’t it easier ta listen?"

"If you say so," Myghal mumbled.

“Now, let’s take a look at what you’ve got. Don’t think you’ll have much a’ use for this horse anymore.” Myghal turned his head a degree, waiting to see who would come out of the dark. Nepenthe had done more for him than he could ever explain to anyone, he wasn’t just going to let someone take off with him as if he were some trinket. Not that Myghal hadn’t done the same in the mountains, but this was different.

"What are you doing?" It wasn't the three, and certainly not Nepenthe. Someone cursed, steel drawn. "You're really just going to stand there?" Ira had a strange sound to his voice when he was angry. Not raw or loud, but sharpened, disappointed.

"He's got a crossbow." Myghal hadn't removed his hands, shrugging.

"And I guess that's just a stick on your hip –idiot. Put your hands down, you're embarrassing."

"Who's this guy?" The horse admirer barked, not so mysterious anymore.

"The new owner of that gold in your mouth if you don't smarten up."

"That's my partner,” Myghal wagged some fingers in introduction, “Doesn't sound too happy, so, I'd take it easy."

"Of course I'm not happy. It's starting to snow. Tell me again how my instructions weren’t clear?"

“Getting mugged wasn’t part of the plan.”

"Hold on now, I heard of this guy," the one with the crossbow was talking. "Fence mouthed about ‘im. One with the feathers –he escaped Dungaree."

“An’ how’s anyone escape Dungaree?”

“Ask him.”

“If you’d like I can just show you.” Berna’s tack made a light jingling sound as Ira moved.

The crossbow left Myghal’s back, and he spun. An elbow caught someone in the face, cracking against the side of the stall. Another yelped as Nepenthe startled, kicking and almost slamming Myghal against the wall. The third made little more than a whine as Ira’s shadow swooped off Berma, taking them to the ground. Myghal calmed Nepenthe, whispering as he held the cheek strap.

“Sorry,” Myghal offered as Ira stood. “I didn’t see them.”

“I noticed,” Ira sighed. “Doesn’t matter. It’s Felmire –it’s bound to happen sooner or later.” He made a shrugging motion with his hands, expanding his cloak like a bat. He brought Berma into the stall beside Nepenthe, tying up the reins. Myghal did the same, “Well, grab one of them. Let’s drag them out to the street before they wake up.”

“You didn’t kill him?”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, actually.” Myghal chuckled, grabbing the archer by the scruff of his collar. He pulled the one Nepenthe had kicked as well, following Ira to the curb. “You don’t think they’ll come back for the horses?”

“Oh, no,” it was a chuckle, a dark and unsettling sound. “Our horses are the safest creatures in Felmire now.” And he dropped his catch, letting them drape lifelessly to the side. “Come on, we’re here for a reason.”

Ira led him around to a narrow door that made up one corner of The Cross Roads. It wasn’t clear if it was an entrance to a shop, a house, or something more sinister and fitting for Felmire. Ira didn’t knock, didn’t even try the knob. He swept his hands out from his cloak, pulling at one wrist of his gloves to free a thin, metal pick. Another came from the other wrist, he sank to a knee and popped the lock open. As he swung the door wide, he stopped, twisting around to Myghal pressing a finger to his lips.

Inside wasn’t a shop. At least, it didn’t look like it. Up a flight of stairs, it looked to be some sort of kitchen. There was a fire in the rock stove, crackling and flickering, with a pot boiling on its surface. It smelt sour. Not of rotting or stench, similar to alcohol or the decay of forest litter. Ira held a hand back to Myghal, knees bent as he crept inside the dim kitchen.

A shadow moved from another room and Myghal inched down the stairs to stay out of sight. He looked for Ira, wanting to warn him, and found him crouched behind a table, hidden in the sharp contrast of firelight and shadow. Myghal sank away as a woman entered. Her skin was dark, stature thin, with long rows of hair gathered at her crown and hung down her back. She carried a bowl, humming to herself as she dumped it into the pot on the stove.

Ira moved like a mountain lion, silent and crouched, prowling from the shadows. Slow and precise, he inched around the table, reaching for his dagger. Myghal moved up the stairs unable to watch a murder.

“Darts,” Ira whispered causing her to jolt. She peeped, a thousand, minor convulsions running through her as she spun around. A hand grasped at the neck of her simple dress, catching her weight on the counter as her wide eyes locked on him. Myghal thought she would scream.

“I-Ira!” She finally spat, golden eyes sharpening into an enraged glare. “You crow bastard!” She threw the empty bowl at him for good measure. He drifted from it’s way, rising to his feet.

“Are you alone?”

“Open the eyes the gods gave you –you wretched boy!” She was furious and in her fury spotted Myghal. She tore a knife from hanging on the wall without as much as a glance in its direction. “Who are you?!” She advanced a few steps, knife pointed for him.

“I just followed Ira!” Myghal lifted his hands, almost falling down the stairs.

“He’s with me,” Ira confirmed but didn’t move. “He’s not here for you, I am.” She fought for air, glare shifting between him and Myghal, as if deciding who should get her knife first.

“And what are you doing here?” She finally hissed at Ira, expression animated as she flipped the knife’s edge around as skilled as any butcher. “You’re not supposed to come back here.”

“That’s why I wanted to make sure you were alone.” Ira relaxed, removing his hood. Darts looked back at Myghal, chewing her words.

“And him? What’s he about?”

“This is Myghal, from outside the Empire.” Still she glared, drawing in a deep breath before lowering the knife to her side. “Myghal, this is Darts.”

“Nice to meet you,” Myghal offered, keeping his hands visible as he stood on the top step.

“What are you thinking hanging around him, huh?” She scolded, using the knife to usher towards Ira. “Why would you ever think it was a good idea to come sneaking in here?”

“I asked him to.” Ira explained. She shook her head, curling her lips against something else she wanted to say, sneered, and then turned back to the stove. “Will you lock the door?” Ira asked and Myghal gladly slipped away. He made sure the door was closed, having to lift on it to get the bolt to pull into place.

“I can’t believe you,” Darts hissed. “Years, gone, and this is how you’re going to show up? You couldn’t use a messenger or the door? Besides that, I could get in a lot of trouble in just knowing you’re here.”

“I appreciate you not calling the guild. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I want to hear whatever it is you’re here for.”

When Myghal returned, Ira had removed one of his gloves. He was standing in the firelight now, closer to Darts, extending his bare hand like someone would present to a palm reader. Myghal moved closer, wanting to be near the fire rather than the draft that was creeping in from outside. Ira’s gloves were hardly that to begin with. They covered more of his palm than his fingers, but without them his hands seemed almost fragile, slender. They were more of what Myghal imagined an artist’s fingers looked like –careful things that were made for creating rather than destroying.

“I’m cursed.”

“That isn’t new,” Darts snorted, the knife on the counter now as she eyed the hand. “Where did you get a curse?”

“I stole magic. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.” Dart’s face lit up, smiling as she glanced to Ira’s face.

“Magic, huh?”

“I came to the best sorceress I knew.” It was the first time Myghal had seen familiarity on Ira’s face. It softened him, head tilted in some youthful energy, almost cocky.

“Well, let’s see it then.” Darts leaned on the counter. They all watched wide eyed and wary. Uncurling his fingers, Ira brought a blue glow into the lines of his palm. Crackling arcs of light leapt across his hand, traveling between fingers as tendrils of black emerged. It rolled like fog, flickers of blue embers drifting up on some unseen breeze like ash from ruins.

Darts smile was gone. She frowned, brow sinking as she inched back. Myghal was almost sure she paled. “That’s The Foul,” her voice was air, taking a full step away. “That’s dark magic –manipulative magic. Where did you get this?”

“Around,” Ira shrugged, making a fist to snuff out the light and disperse the fog. “What can you tell me about it?”

“It’s bad.” She wouldn’t get close to him, “why would you steal this?” Myghal eased closer, intent on watching Ira’s face for an answer.

“I need it to kill the Emperor.”

“What?” Myghal couldn’t stop himself. Ira looked at him, lifting his chin. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“The curse wasn’t either. And if I recall, you’re not a fan of the Empire.”

“Keep your voices down.” Darts pressed a finger to her lips. She hurried to open drawers, grabbing a number of small things. Most looked to be leaves and dried berries. She held them between her hands, rubbing her palms in circular motions as she approached the fire. With whispered words she sprinkled the dust into the flames causing them to turn purple and lilac. “There. Now no one’s listening.”

“The Emperor needs to die,” Ira informed. “I’ve been planning this long before you or any curse. Don’t you think your family would appreciate it if you stopped their homes from being stolen?” Myghal didn’t have an answer, not one he could say. Of course they would. The Empire needed to be stopped, years ago, but murder was murder.

“You’re right in choosing The Foul, then.” Darts wouldn’t get close to Ira, almost as if she were nervous. “If there’s something to stand up to the Emperor’s magic, that’s it.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“The curse, it has to do with him?” She nodded to Myghal.

“Won’t let me get more than a hundred feet from him without driving me mad. Although, I’m finding being stuck with him is almost as bad.”

“I know magic, but I don’t know curses. Maybe you should go back to the source.” Ira scoffed at that, “If you can’t find an answer, it doesn’t sound like he’s going to help you with your plan.”

“I didn’t say that,” Myghal mumbled, trying to retake the words as soon as they started.

“What was that?” Ira pressed. Myghal cleared his throat, fingers smearing together.

“I never said I wouldn’t help you.” He glanced to Darts, trying to avoid Ira’s grin, “the Empire needs to be stopped, and if that means putting someone else on the throne, then that’s what needs to be done. I’ve never heard of anything being able to stand up to him, but if that can, if your magic can, maybe that’s why the curse brought us together. Maybe we can stop him.” Darts stuck out her lip, head tilted with a shrug.

“Maybe he’s right.”

“But if you need to know more about it, we need to go back to that old woman.” Myghal insisted, “I’ve got questions of my own.”

“You’re going to need help,” Darts sighed, and slipped into the other room.

“You’re not coming with us,” Ira called. “I don’t want the guild shadowing me all over again.”

“I’m not going with you!” She shot back, coming back with a small trunk. “But I want to be around if you need me.” She sat the trunk on the table, opening it to dig out a number of necklaces. Each had a diamond shaped pendant hanging off of it, set with a small stone in the center. “Take these, that way, if you run into trouble you can let me know.”

“Thank you,” Myghal took one with a yellow stone. He turned it over in his hand, and again, “Uh, how does it work?”

“It will know when you need me.” She smiled. Ira slipped his over his head, tucking it beneath his collar.

“Tell the Cinders I said hello,” Ira pulled his hood back on.

“You don’t want to stay the night?”

“Not here. Not with them around.” He started for the door.

“Thank you, Darts.” Myghal offered out a hand, “I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”

“It’s not a surprise with Ira around,” she shook his hand, smiling. “You’ll take care of you both, won’t you?”

“Come on, Myghal.”

“I sort of owe him.”

“And he says he’s the one who’s cursed.” She laughed, patting him on the arm. Ira protested again, louder, and Myghal left with a sigh.

“Why can’t we stay here for the night?” Myghal asked as they got back on their horses. “She’s nice.”

“You’re not her type.” Ira backed Berma out from the stall, “don’t fall behind.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Myghal found himself whispering, not sure what about Felmire at night made him feel like he should. Maybe it was how the crowd had died down, nearly no one else on the streets. Every window was shut tight, not even letting out candlelight. There weren’t many more streetlights. Stranger still, Ira didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

They took the main roads, side by side, Ira far more lax in the saddle than he had been riding in. Strange for a place like this, at night, especially after what he had seen upon entering the city.

“Myghal, don’t look at me.” Ira whispered too, any quieter and there would have been no indication he had been speaking. He didn’t turn his head, not even a tilt of the hood. “Don’t say anything, and don’t look anywhere but straight ahead.”

“Are you going to tell me why?” It was difficult not to look around, not to see whatever it was he wasn’t supposed to, but he kept his attention locked on the distance streetlight. They would have to pass under a bridge, the arch a dark frame from the warmth of flickering gold.

“Let me handle it, but, yes.” That was a surprise. “We’re surrounded, have been since we got to the horses. They’ve been waiting on us and they’re following us now.”

“Who?”

“The Cinders –it’s a long story.”

“How many are there?”

“Thirty… forty?” He didn’t sound as if he cared about an estimation. “They aren’t going to let us leave without letting us know they’re here. Someone is going to show their face, and when they do, I don’t want you to say anything. Let me handle it.”

“Yeah, alright. And if they show up with daggers and crossbows, I’m going to—” a shadow dropped into the road, Myghal pulling back on the reins in shock causing Nepenthe to shake his head and draw back.

“Make a sound an’ we’ll have your tongue,” a gruff, grating voice threatened, rising from their crouch before the horses. Myghal could only make out their silhouette against the distant hope of streetlight. Broad and stocky, they hunched with a hooded head.

“Behrivet,” Ira evened, almost a disappointed sigh.

“Rook. Didn’t think you were supposed to be back in these parts.”

“I’m not here on business.”

“Oh? Came for the sights instead?” They chuckled, just as cold and acidic as Ira could be. “And what’s this now? Fine horse.”

“All in a job well done,” Ira leaned forward, giving Berma a pat on the neck, “came across her out west in the Filidades.”

“Ah, so they sent you out to the Weathers, did they? Have a nice vacation?” Ira hummed neither pleasant nor angry. “The Rook slips the noose and the bars, and shows up back here –wonder why that is.”

“Resources,” light flickered in the darkness, blue and crackling. The shadow retreated and there was the faint creak of several bows being drawn. Myghal counted seven.

“You’re pickin’ magic now?” Behrivet’s tune changed, uneasy and pliable.

“I told you last time, I don’t have qualms with the Cinders. We broke even. But I don’t mind reconsidering,” brighter light, enough to give view to Behrivet’s round and grimy face. His eyes were wide, nearly touching his low, thick eyebrows, cheeks round, just beginning to sag with age. “You know this isn’t for you, Behrivet.”

“You’re mad, Rook.”

“And you’re in my way.” Nothing was said for a long moment, long enough that Myghal began wondering when the archers’ arms would give out. “Go ahead and tell the guild if they stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of theirs.” Ira clucking his tongue moving Berma forwards. Myghal moved with him, passing around Behrivet. There were no hissing arrows, no shouts or lunging shadows.

They passed under the bridge. Ira said nothing.

They passed streetlight after streetlight. Ira said nothing.

They exited Felmire’s gate. Ira sent Berma into a gallop.

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Twist Of Fate - Ch11 - (Trixya) - katyahzamo

A/N: Here we are folks, the penultimate chapter of this fic! Things are slowly falling into place with these two and I can’t believe it’s been three months since I started writing it. Thank you everyone, for your continuous support and lovely feedback!

A reminder: Trixie is a hairdresser and Katya is a struggling photographer slash yoga instructor. Lesbian AU. Read the chapters on AO3 and/or come hang out on my tumblr katyahzamo. Comments are welcome and encouraged!

Katya wakes up sometime around eight in the morning the next day, with sweat on her upper lip and on the back of her neck. The air is stuffy in her bedroom, and only when her eyes open does she remember that she’s forgotten to leave the window open before falling asleep.

Additional source of heat is the pile of blonde curls spread across her bare chest, with an arm and a leg hugging her close as Trixie Mattel sleeps peacefully snuggled up to her. Katya can barely feel her arm that got trapped under Trixie sometime through the night, and there is a certain soreness in her thighs that reminds her it’s been a while since she’s had sex… or done strenuous yoga for that matter. Still, she has a large smile on her face as her fingers trail through blonde hair splayed across her collarbone, feeling her heart speed up at the mere thought of the last night’s events.

Seeing Trixie naked, getting to kiss every single inch of her soft skin… it was better than any fantasy Katya’s imagination could have conjured up in many lonely nights when she thought about it. Trixie was both gentle and teasing, and heat pools in the bottom of Katya’s stomach as she remembers Trixie between her legs, eating her out like it’s the last thing she’s going to do. Her thighs squeeze when she recalls the sounds that Trixie made as they fucked, as she made Katya come, over and over again, until they fell asleep snuggled together, too tired to move a muscle or put any clothes on.

Katya is pulled back to the present when Trixie snorts in her sleep and it almost makes her laugh out loud, but she remains silent when she slowly untangles their limbs and slips off the bed, in desperate need of a shower, a cigarette and some food.

Trixie doesn’t wake up until two hours later, to Katya’s great delight, since she has plenty of time to run to a convenience store right across the street, buying some toast, eggs, maple syrup and a pancake mix which she prepares quietly in her narrow kitchen that she barely ever uses for herself in the morning.

It seems that it’s the smell of French toast, eggs and bacon that rouse Trixie from her slumber, and she’s standing in the doorway, in one of Katya’s shirts no less, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and a bright smile on her face. It makes Katya’s heart jump violently and then drops to her ass. The shirt strains a little over her chest, but reaches her thighs nevertheless. She looks sexy as all hell.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, birthday girl. How did you sleep?”

“Mmm really good, but I think I fully didn’t move all night. Everything hurts.”

There is a little pout on Trixie’s lips, that playful one that Katya has seen so many times in the last twenty-four hours, and it is hard to breathe for a moment before she flips the pancake.

“Maybe you can do some yoga with me later?”

“Hard pass. I’d rather do something else.”

Katya turns her head, and Trixie is there, leaning her hip against the counter, her eyes big, and brown, and staring at Katya’s mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.”

A second later she hops on the counter to sit there and gets a toast and nibbles on it, watching Katya who puts the last pancake on the plate, turns off the stove and comes in front of her. Trixie’s knees part instinctively and Katya settles between her thighs.

“This is really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I usually don’t eat white bread that much but I was starving.”

“I also made you pancakes and bought a little candle so you can blow on it. Even though you don’t celebrate your birthday-”

“Oh I celebrate it.”

Katya, who had her hands resting on Trixie’s bare thighs and was brushing her fingers up and down lazily looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

“But you told me last night you-“

“I did that only so you would finish what you started.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Trixie’s wide grin makes Katya cackle, all with head thrown back in delight.

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

“It’s what you signed up for, mama.”

They laugh and Trixie drops the toast back on the plate when Katya leans in to leave kisses under her jaw and down her neck, her eyes closing instinctively and arms wrapping around Katya’s shoulders. She leans up seconds later to capture Trixie’s lips with her own, and before long Trixie has her nails dragging down Katya’s back and Katya desperately digs her fingers into the soft flesh of Trixie’s thighs.

“God you’re so sexy.” Katya’s words are barely a breath she speaks into Trixie’s open mouth, and are greeted with a soft moan before the kiss becomes needier, causing both of them to grind their hips towards the other.

“Trix-“ Katya starts again, but Trixie’s fingers are already trailing down Katya’s abdomen and past the hem of her boxers, finding her wet already. Feeling Trixie’s cold fingers pressing against her clit makes Katya gasp into the kiss, and she adjusts her hips so Trixie can have more access.

It doesn’t take her long before she drops from the counter and on her knees, to Katya’s surprise, in the middle of the tiny kitchen. With Katya’s boxers discarded on a nearby chair and Trixie’s mouth between Katya’s legs, Katya is reduced to a shaky, moaning mess minutes later, barely holding herself upright by leaning back and gripping the countertop with one hand and Trixie’s hair with the other. She comes without much effort and Trixie’s fingers knuckles deep in her pussy, and Trixie playfully kisses her before going for a shower; leaving the Russian disheveled and barely able to put her underwear on and set up the table for breakfast.

“So you know Mrs. Davis, right? Kasha Davis?”

They are sitting on the couch, Trixie’s feet in Katya’s lap and a plate of pancakes in her own. Katya made her blow a single candle she found in one of the drawers and make a wish she then refused to share with Katya. It won’t come true if I do! She said and interrupted Katya’s laugh with a lingering kiss and a hug in a silent thank you. They moved to the couch immediately after and put a movie they weren’t paying attention to, too distracted by kissing and Trixie force-feeding pancakes to Katya, who refused to eat pieces that had maple syrup on it.

“The older, rich lady that comes to Honey? Yeah I know her.”

“Her daughter Jean is having a Sweet Sixteen party in two weeks.”

“Oh god don’t tell me she’s gonna be on MTV or something.”

“How old are you?” Trixie laughs loudly and Katya swats at her ankle playfully. “No, grandma, she won’t be on a show that ended ten years ago, but-“

“It didn’t end! It’s still going!”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah! I’m pretty sure I watched it last week.”

They bicker for a little while longer, until Trixie pulls out her phone from underneath her and stares at the Wikipedia article with her mouth open, and Katya laughing loudly at her.

“I’m right, huh? It’s still airing.”

“Who the hell funds this still?”

“Mrs. Kasha Davis?”

“Right!” Trixie tosses her phone Katya’s way, who catches it and laughs again, doubling down on intensity when Trixie glares at her and then Katya raises her arms up in surrender.

“I’m sorry! Go ahead, what about her daughter?”

Trixie blinks at her pointedly a several times more but then her expression softens when she speaks again.

“Latrice called me while I was still in Wisconsin. Apparently, Mrs. Kasha Davis wants me to do her daughter’s hair. And her daughter’s best friends’ hair. And probably makeup too. There will be like… seven or eight girls there.”

“Trix, that’s great! They’re loaded, they will probably pay well.”

“Right? There’s a problem, though. Maybe one you can help me with?”

Katya tilts her head and can’t help but grin back when Trixie bats her eyelashes again, feeling her heart thump at the sight.

“What do you need?”

“They need a photographer. Apparently there’s a company who organizes these things and they usually send a photographer and a makeup artist in a bundle. And it’s hard for them to find a photographer on their own on such a short notice. So…”

“So if you don’t find a photographer, they will go with the company.”

“Right. I know you’re busy and you’re getting like a thousand jobs offer an hour but…”

“Trix, being booked one week in advance is barely a thousand offers.”

“I know! But you’re so good and all these modeling agencies are fighting for you, and I know teens are not your thing but…”

“I’ll do it.”

Trixie’s eyes widen, and her smile too. Money aside, this sight alone makes Katya think that hanging around teenagers the entire day makes it totally worth it.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, they are loaded and I can probably get a rate as high as I get for weddings so…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence since Trixie has put the pancakes away and is pulling her down towards herself, her soft pink lips covering every inch of Katya’s face, causing her to burst into laughter, over and over again. Doing what she loves to do and with the girl that she’s pretty sure she’s in love with? Who would say no?

The two of them stay on Katya’s couch for the remainder of the morning and early afternoon, cuddling and watching Casablanca that comes on, parting reluctantly only when Trixie says she needs to go into Honey even though it’s her last day of paid leave and it’s her birthday. Since Katya needs to work on engagement photos she’s taken the day before, she lets her go, but not before spending fifteen minutes kissing at the front door and agreeing to see each other that evening for birthday celebration, and the next day, when Katya would pick Trixie up from work and go with her to test out a new lens in the park nearby. As she watches Trixie get into her Uber while she smokes on the window, Katya wonders what she did in her largely miserable life to finally get so lucky.

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“No, go back. Details bitch.  Is she a top or a bottom? What does she like? Did you talk kinks yet?”

The connection on Violet’s side is not really the best, and Katya has to squint at her own phone to recognize that the pixelated blur is in fact her best friend, calling her from the other side of the continent, after having blown up her phone when Katya told her Trixie began spending almost every night for the past week.

“Vi, I can barely hear you, what?”

Maybe she is trying to avoid the subject altogether now, at least until Violet is in the same room as her, since sleeping with Trixie is… different. She is not just a tinder hookup or a casual dating thing that Katya had no issues talking about with her best friend in the past, all details included. Now, she is afraid of sharing too much with the universe, fearing that the universe might yet again be a bitch and take it away from her.

Just that morning Trixie left her apartment to go to work, and she woke Katya up by dragging her to the shower and kissing the sleep away from her puffy eyelids, then proceeded to make them both coffee after which they sat by the window as Katya smoked. Trixie’s thumb rubbed her knee as they talked about their plans for the weekend. It has been surreal, more surreal than any other thing that had happened to Katya in the past year. Considering all the changes that she went through, this being the biggest one, it was a lot, and now difficult to put into words.

How can she even begin to describe the happiness she feels to get to spend every single free moment with Trixie when it seemed just like a distant fantasy only a month ago? No words could even begin to come close to describe how beautiful Trixie is, or how funny. How her nose scrunches lightly when she yawns over her cup of coffee in the morning or how she chews thoughtfully and looks into the distance when she thinks Katya isn’t looking. Anything she could say to Violet pales in comparison to the warmth in her chest when Trixie kisses her collarbone and talks sleepily before drifting off and the way her small apartment rings with the sound of Trixie’s absurdly loud laughter. Katya is happy, and it’s a scary thing to even fathom talking about.

“Fine, you don’t have to tell me now. Is it good at least? Is she good?”

The connection clears enough for Violet to see the wide grin on Katya’s face, the crinkles around her eyes visible even through the blurry video.

“She’s the best, Vi. I’ll tell you everything when you get back.”

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“So, I want my hair to be wavy, but not too curly. I don’t wanna look basic, you know?”

Katya is barely holding in her laughter as Jean continues chattering on, giving precise instructions on how her hair needs to look like, the funny part being the way Trixie’s eyes are bugging out a little. Katya can see that Trixie is holding in an exasperated huff too, but nods along and keeps saying okay as the girl continues talking.

“And please don’t give Amanda the same hair as mine, she’s been trying to copy me for months.”

“Isn’t Amanda one of your best friends, dear?”

Mrs. Kasha Davis is sitting in the chair next to her daughter, flipping through the menu that the caterers have brought minutes after Katya and Trixie walked through the door of the gigantic mansion where the Davises lived. Her eyes lift up towards her daughter, a perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked.

“Mom, I told you fifteen times already, I have to keep Amanda close because she has the pull with the cheerleaders. But I can’t stand her, all she talks about is Justin Bieber and we all know he’s so 2013.”

Katya cackles at this when her eyes meet Trixie’s, and the girl looks at them in the mirror.

“What? You know I’m right.”

“You sure are.” Katya says amusingly, lifting the camera and adjusting the lens before she snaps a photo of the mother and the daughter, with Trixie fiddling with the scissors in the background.

Both Trixie and Katya woke up at seven in the morning to get everything ready for the Sweet Sixteen party, or at least the part they play in it, since Latrice instructed them both on what Mrs. Davis loves and doesn’t love, and when she saw Trixie getting nervous about her first big gig, encouraged them both that Kasha, despite being a rich white woman, has a kind heart and will tell them if anything is amiss.

They had no issues finding the house in the outskirts of Boston hours later and Katya expected to see swans in their larger-than-life front yard that had a fountain decorated with endless balloons and pink bows. Despite the kitschiness of it all, Katya appreciated how this girl’s parents went above and beyond to make their daughter’s birthday special. Jean, all teenager drama aside, is not as snobby as Katya expects most girls of her class to be, and she spent half an hour discussing photography with her before they sat down for hair and makeup.

Soon after they shit talk Amanda, the head cheerleader walks in with half a dozen of other girls and Trixie sits them all down and gives them catalogues to browse for hair styles they want, while Katya walks around, taking quick photos as girls get ready, of the tables and canopy set in the backyard, of the house and exterior decorations, and finally of Trixie.

The only dress code for the party is to incorporate something pink in their outfit, since that is the main color of the event. Trixie sure looks the part n her baby pink dress, slightly loose around her shoulders and flowy around her legs and reaching down below her knees. Her thick curls are pushed in a ponytail and makeup is as soft as one could imagine it being on a warm September day. She looks like she walked out of Katya’s wildest cotton candy dreams. Katya, in return, sports only a dark pink button up shirt that she matched with the black pantsuit, the jacket tossed aside as soon as they arrived to the house.

Katya feels smug whenever she notices Trixie swallowing every time she looks at her, and remembers how breathlessly she complimented her that morning when she saw Katya get out of the car to kiss her hello in front of Kim’s building when she picked her up.

She sees Trixie looking at her now, a curling iron in her hand and a little smile on her face that Katya snapped a photo of seconds before, and now has the wild urge to go over and kiss her senseless. Instead, Katya walks past her and squeezes Trixie’s hip lightly before she walks out of the spacious, bright-lit room and into the back porch of the house. Some of the guests have begun arriving already, mostly family members including older aunts and uncles. Mrs. Davis has told them that the main event would be after seven, when half of Jean’s school would be coming over for the party, but the afternoon was reserved for the older family members and friends of Mr. and Mrs. Davis.

Katya spends an hour or two walking between the tables, introducing herself to people who want to know her name, and taking photos much to the guests’ delight. Despite having initial reservations for an event like this, Katya realized that older rich white people are a goldmine for photography opportunities, and she has already given out a dozen of her business cards before she sees Trixie on the porch too, drinking something that looks like pink lemonade.

“Almost done?” Katya comes to stand next to her but only after she’s quickly snapped a photo of her, feeling her heart grow ten sizes when she sees Trixie pose playfully.

“Yep. Jean was right, Amanda talks about Bieber more than you talk about your Russian weirdo bands.”

“Hey!” Katya cackles and nudges her with her hip, sending Trixie into giggles too.

“They’re a cool bunch, though. They keep asking me if I can redo their makeup too.”

“How could they not? You’re the incarnation of their favorite Barbie they played with up until two years ago.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“What? I think you look beautiful.”

Trixie’s blush is visible even in the slight shade of the porch and Katya is grinning proudly.

“God, if we made out right here, right now, do you think we’d look unprofessional?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Katya!”

“What? You think dykes would be too much for the poor old aunt Shirley over there?”

“She’d fully be clutching her pearls.”

“Oh there you two are!”

The voice of Mrs. Davis makes them both jump a little and they turn around, their expressions slightly flushed and guilty. Katya prays she didn’t hear any part of the conversation they just had. But, even if she did, Kasha shows no signs of it.

“Trixie, dear, Jean is absolutely glowing because of your handiwork. You did a marvelous job!”

Trixie grins and Katya’s heart skips several beats. She’s so proud of her.

“I’m glad she’s happy with it. I only have two more girls left and I’ll be done.”

“Beautiful! Katya, we’ve agreed you’ll be staying here until nine, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Davis.”

“Please, darlings, call me Kasha. You’re making me feel old.”

All three of them laugh and Katya nods.

“Anyway, I’m here to offer you to stay for the party too, Trixie.”

“Oh you really don’t have to, I-“

“No, nonsense! You can keep Katya company and David ordered too much food for this amount of people. I insist.”

Katya and Trixie look at each other and Katya gives her a non-committal shrug, even though all she wants is to have Trixie around for the entirety of the day. It would definitely make the remainder of the party more bearable.

“Okay, I’ll stay then. Thank you. If you need me to help with anything-“

“No, absolutely not. You can finish up the hair and makeup, and I might ask you to touch up mine later in the afternoon, but the moment you are done you’re a guest like everything else here.”

“Thank you M- Kasha.”

“Oh you’re both welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I see my mother-in-law calling.”

Both Trixie and Katya laugh at the eyeroll and the wink Kasha gives them, and watch her trod across the lawn.

“Better go get Amanda ready before she cuts my head off.”

Katya laughs and takes her hand briefly, kissing it.

“Go. I’ll be out here. And bring me one of those lemonades when you’re done.”

The remainder of the afternoon goes by fast, and Katya barely has time to shove some of the food in her mouth while people call her from one side of the lawn or another, wishing her to take photos of them in different poses and with different family members and friends. It’s well past six in the evening and the majority of the adults are already tipsy and ready to dance, so the DJ is already in his spot too, forced to take requests of songs that range from Frank Sinatra to Spice Girls. When five minutes pass without anyone calling out her name, Katya decides to take a bathroom break while she still can, since the only people who like having their photos taken more than middle-aged people are teenagers, and almost a hundred of them are soon to start arriving through the door.

The bathroom offers a welcome silence and Katya feels her head pulsating a little bit, but she has to admit to herself that she is having fun, more so because she knows Trixie is going to join her soon. What makes her the happiest, though, is the fact that Trixie will be coming home with her later and they will get to snuggle on her worn out couch and talk to each other about the day they had.

Just as Katya flushes and goes to wash her hands, there is a brief knock on the bathroom door and Katya calls out that she’ll be out in a second. When she does open the door, she sees Trixie standing on the other side, the look on her face making butterflies in Katya’s stomach dance for the millionth time that day.

“Oh hi.”

“Hello.”

Trixie’s hand pushes her lightly from the door and back into the bathroom again, and follows her in an instant before she closes the door and locks it.

“I’ve missed you the whole damn day.”

“Me too.”

Katya wraps her arms around Trixie’s  waist and Trixie cups both sides of Katya’s face and leans in to kiss her – her soft lingering kisses that Katya returns eagerly, humming contentedly.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day.” Trixie mutters into the kiss and Katya kisses her again, and again, and again, until she’s backed into the wall and raking her fingers through Katya’s waves, the feeling of blunt nails against her scalp causing goosebumps on the back of Katya’s neck.

“Did I tell you how hot you are in that fucking suit? Holy shit.”

Katya squeezes Trixie’s waist in response, digging fingers there and grinding against Trixie’s thigh just a little, their mouths inches apart, both of them breathing heavily.

“Do you think it would be unprofessional if I bent you over in our client’s bathroom and fucked you senseless?”

That makes Trixie’s mouth fall open and she kisses Katya softly again, and Katya knows that she’s considering it. They both know it’s a probable thing that would happen if their kisses lasted for more than five seconds.

“Probably. Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you can do that later tonight when we’re back at your place?”

“Sounds like a solid plan.”

Katya is the first one to rejoin the party, her neck still flushed from how easily worked up Trixie has gotten her, but her dark red lipstick is in place once again and her hair brushed out. There is an ache between her thighs for a while after, especially when Trixie comes to join her soon after with a hand on Katya’s lower back, but knows that they still have a few hours to go.

Taking photos of teenagers is definitely more work, since they ask to see how they look in photos every time they are taken, but they are also ready to go with Katya’s ideas of crazy poses, so Katya finds herself having a lot of fun. Both her and Trixie, who watches the entire thing unfold, are invited into several selfies too an hour into what turned into a photoshoot with the cheerleaders.

It’s well past nine when Katya packs up her camera, and when she comes out to the lawn that is now lit up with hundreds of small lights and with a crowd consisting now mostly of people under twenty, save some of the adults here and there, she finds Trixie surrounded by several girls who keep asking her about the hair products she uses to make her curls be the way that they are. Once Katya reaches them, Jean begs them both to stay a little bit longer to join the dancing since the band has taken over, and Trixie is the first one to give in.

An hour later Trixie and Katya are still on the dance floor, and no one seems to care that they are dancing with each other and not talking with anyone else aside from several older cousins who are there more out of solidarity for their cousin’s birthday wishes more than anything else. When the fast-beat song changes to something slower, Katya pulls Trixie close and Trixie leans her head on Katya’s shoulder as they sway slowly.

“This is like a prom I never got to have.”

Katya pulls her head from where it rested, leaned on top of Trixie’s, in surprise.

“You never went to your prom?”

Trixie rolls her eyes but laughs.

“Of course I went to prom, but I never got to go to one with a girl that I liked.”

Even though Katya knows that Trixie likes her, she’ll never get tired of hearing it.

“Did you go with a guy, then?”

“Yep, Bob. We were the only two out gays in the entire school so no one really wanted to do anything with us.”

“I’m sorry, Trix.”

“It doesn’t matter, we had a lot of fun. And I get to redo it with you now.”

“Does this mean I forgot to buy you flowers and that I’m a horrible girlfriend?”

Trixie lifts her head up to meet Katya’s eyes and only by the expression on her face does she realize what she just said.

“So that’s what you are, huh? My girlfriend?”

Katya grins wider, and kisses the small crease that formed in the corner of Trixie’s eye as her smile grows too.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Then I’ll need those flowers.”

“I’ll get them for you as soon as we get out of here.”

They leave the party shortly after that, and Katya does stop in front of a little flower shop whose owner knows Katya from before, and who gives her a bouquet of lilies that she passes on to Trixie when she gets back in the car.

“Are we having a little Imagine Me and You moment now, Katya?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Imagine Me and You? The best lesbian movie ever made?”

“Never heard of it.”

“And yet you know that Sweet Sixteen is still airing? I’m breaking up with you immediately.”

The ride to Katya’s apartment is full of their bickering and Trixie’s loud laughter, and Katya can’t remember a better day at work in her entire life. A part of her wishes that she and Trixie can do things like this forever. She loves photography, and getting to finally do it for living is a dream come true, but now she wants to share that dream with Trixie. As she watches Trixie kick off her heels and stretch before she joins her on the couch, Katya thinks that it’s probably too early to even bring it up. She knows that Trixie has been planning to leave Honey for a while now, but Katya doesn’t want to put a strain in their very new relationship by proposing something like that. They have time.

An hour later they are still on the couch, their carefully applied lipsticks gone and their clothes discarded on the floor. They barely spoke anything in the hurry to get each other off, the tension between them building for the entire day and released only when Katya fucked Trixie until her thighs shook and then gladly returned the favor. Katya felt so exhausted afterward, especially with Trixie cuddling into her side, both lazy to get up, shower, and go to bed. The silence breaks shortly after, and Katya didn’t notice that Trixie has been chewing on her lip nervously for at least ten minutes before she speaks.

“Katya?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Shoot.”

“Remember when I went back to Wisconsin to be with family couple of weeks ago?”

“Yes, of course I remember.”

“I went to see Pearl too.”

The name Pearl, spoken out of nowhere, and in that context, sucks all of the air from Katya’s lungs and suddenly she can’t breathe, so she sits up. Trixie, who was leaned on her, sits up too, bringing the blanket to her chest, suddenly feeling exposed. Katya opens her mouth once, both unsure of what to say and not understanding why this is being brought up now, then closes it. Then finally:

“Okay.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you back then. I wasn’t sure where you and I were going and there never seemed to be a right time. This is also not the right time, but I have to tell you anyway.”

This exact moment not being the right time is an understatement. Katya’s jaw is clamped shut, but all she can do is look at Trixie, and wait. After all, she has no idea what seeing Pearl means in this case, and wants to give Trixie the benefit of the doubt. Shiver passes down her spine, but it has nothing to do with being cold.

“And I know you and I didn’t talk about it at all, but our breakup went really badly, and I was afraid that I hurt her so I – I needed to fix it.”

Met with Katya’s silence, Trixie seems to falter a little bit, but she continues talking.

“So Bob and I went to Chicago and Pearl and I met over lunch and talked about… everything. Nothing happened obviously, I knew I didn’t love her that… way, and I knew I liked you, so I wanted to do the right thing and bring us both closure.”

A part of Katya, that has been under considerable strain and threatening to snap since Trixie started the conversation, loosened up and she let out a small breath. Nothing happened. Yet, there is an irrational part of her that’s still hurt about it. It’s not something she can help.

“Why are you telling me this now? That was almost a month ago.” Her voice too is slightly strained, but Katya tries not to project her insecurities on Trixie. Her insecurities are what ended every single relationship she’s had so far. There weren’t many.

When Katya didn’t snap, something that Trixie apparently expected, the corner of her mouth pulled into a small smile and she shrugged. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions that Katya went within two minutes time, she can’t help but want to hug Trixie when she sees her this way.

“You called me your girlfriend tonight. I was afraid that mentioning Pearl would fuck all of this up, and these past couple of weeks have been the best I’ve had in my life.”

“Mine too.”

Trixie’s face seems to light up at that.

“And tonight you called me your girlfriend and I became aware that I can’t hold this back from you because I don’t want to hide anything from you, Katya. I really, really like you and I want us to work. More than I want anything else.”

“Trixie…”

“So I had to say it. And I see that you’re upset and I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know and not find out from one of our friends or something.”

Katya reaches out and takes Trixie’s hand for the millionth time that day, and pulls her close, meeting in a kiss as she closes the distance between them, and Trixie readily responds.

“Thank you for telling me.” Katya speaks when they pull away, and Trixie leans into her side to snuggle her again.

“Thank god. If we had to fight it would have killed me.”

“How did Pearl take it?”

Trixie lifts her head to see that Katya’s looking at her, and they smile at each other.

“She was surprisingly okay and appreciated that I wanted to clear the air. She’s going on a big world tour and said it was for the best anyway.”

“And you’re okay? You guys were together for a long time.”

“Trust me, Katya, I’ve never been more okay with anything in my life. I have you.”

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[wavemaker9]

i’m late again for Day 3: Childhood but in my defense i think i rewrote this about 10 times since this afternoon before settling on a direction to roll with it. 

Title: A Big Kid Characters: Australia(Kyle), Belgium(Camille)

Camille picks up a set of hats, lifting each up to look over before lowering it and returning her attention back to the other one. There are a lot of noises, people talking, kids shouting, babies laughing and crying, and she wishes for a bit more silence to make her attempt at comparing easier, but it’s been no different at any other time during the day in this zoo, so why should she be surprised now?

“What do you thin-?” she starts to ask, turning to look to Kyle over her shoulder, but stopping and raising an eyebrow when he sharply sucks his tongue back into his mouth and drops his hands to his sides, flashing a bright grin at her. “What… what were you doing?”

He shrugs and shakes his head, waving off the question with a simple. “Nothing; don’t worry ‘bout it. What did you need?” He leans in a bit to look at what’s in her hands. “The hats?”

She nods, holding them up slightly for him to see better. “I like the pinkish red color more and the bear on it is cute, but the blue has the most adorable penguin on it and I don’t know which to get.”

Kyle glances up and over her shoulder, trying to hide a grin, before his eyes fall back on her face. “Get ‘im both. I’ll buy, but who gives a shit? If you like ‘em, get ‘em.” He shrugs carelessly, turning to look at the hats himself, picking up a gray one with an alligator on it, but putting it back after a moment. His eyes skim the options again, then up, over, and back to Cami. “Though, I’m kinda surprised you wouldn’t want that purple one with the big cat over there.” She follows the direction of his hand as he gestures to the next rack over, where a hat matching the description sits on the shelf. It’s the only one of its kind there, the only hat at all sitting there, so it looks more like it was set there by another person in the gift shop who decided against it last minute.

“Oh, that one’s so cute! Hold on!” She turns and starts to set the other two hats down, before stopping and considering them again. After a moment, she declares, “I’m getting these, too,” and turns to hand them over for Kyle to hold. However, she stops again when she catches him swiftly turning his attention back to her. She could have sworn she saw his eyes crossed, his cheeks puffed out, but he just grins at her like there’s nothing wrong.

She thins her eyes at him, but says nothing, instead finishing handing the items over and then rushing back to the stray hat. She tries it on her head, finding a mirror nearby to see how it looks, and the brightest smile falls to her face when it seems perfect. She glances in the reflection to where Kyle stands, planning to tell him she’s going to buy this one, too, but frowns when she sees he’s got his hands, still holding the hats, up by his face, waving them around while making a goofy expression. She spins on the spot, frowning at the other. “Kyle, are you making faces behind my back?”

He looks back to her, surprised, but still not really seeming guilty. He processed her words, then grins and shrugs. “Kin-da? Behind your back, but not at you,” he offers, before gesturing for her to come stand to his side. “C’mere.”

She listens, moving to where he gestures and then turning back in the direction he’s facing. Immediately she sees what he was doing, spotting a baby held to their parent’s chest, face just popping up over a shoulder.

“Watch this,” Kyle says to her, before looking at the tot for a moment and then striking a dumb face, eyes crossing and tongue sticking out. It takes a second, but the baby babbles out a bout of laughter once it recognizes the silly look. Kyle rights his expression, spares a quick, “They love it,” before making another strange face for the baby to giggle at again.

Camille playfully bats at his arm, a scolding gesture in name only. “You big kid,” she teases, before reaching to pull the hats from his hands and head to the cashier.

He laughs and follows after her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into a hug, before moving his hands up to grab at her cheeks, tugging to pull them out a bit. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he shoots back, before he leans his head forward. His hand moves away just long enough for him to press a kiss to her cheek that then turns into blowing a raspberry against the skin. She squeals in surprise, but scolds him through laughter until he just settles to hug her before letting go.

They turn and start towards the cashier, but Kyle suddenly reaches out, grabbing for Camille’s arm to stop her. She glances to him, confused, but he just nods towards the open door by the checkout counter. There’s a young boy standing nearby the front outside, looking around with a seemingly growing sense of concern. “Kid looks bit too worried, doncha think?” he asks, and Camille looks the boy over for barely a moment before agreeing. “Y’wanna go check out your things? I can go see if he’s alright.”

“Hold on,” she simply says in response, pulling her arm free and lifting the hand to show a single finger to the southern Nation. She crosses to the counter, sparing just a couple moments to ask the cashier to hold their items for a moment, please. The request is accepted easily, and Camille turns back to Kyle with a smile and a nod in the door’s direction. She starts out and he sets into a light jog to catch up, pressing another quick kiss to her cheek and complimenting her on the idea.

Camille’s pretty confident about her ability to handle children. It’s all about being sweet and tender, striving to be understanding and caring. She can be firm when needed, but it’s important to start out gently and with a big smile. Kyle gets one of those right.

Just as they approach the kid, as she opens her mouth to speak up and ask if the young boy is alright, Kyle steps up next to the kid, grinning widely and nudging the boy’s shoulder with his elbow to get his attention. “Oi, look like you’re looking for something. Need any help?” He glances around, checking for any obvious signs in the area of where the kid should actually be, but he can’t see anything. “Lost mum or something?”

The kid shows an uncertain frown up at him, before admitting, “No, uh- I kinda lost my class. The tour guide fella was talking to us ‘bout some of the monkeys and… I was worried I wouldn’t get to see the giraffes before we had to go-.”

Kyle laughs, reaching out to lightly pat the kid on the back. “But now ya can’t find your way back. Ha, I know how that feels. I was kinda a troublemaker as a kid m’self. Ran out on more lessons from my teachers than I attended.”

The boy’s expression seems to brighten a bit at the story of solidarity. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, fuc-.” Camille elbows Kyle hard, making him jump slightly and yelp. The young boy laughs, but the young nation looks at her, startled and confused. “What?” he starts to ask, before shaking his head and continuing. “Heaps’a times, though. I got punished so much as a kid for skipping out on lectures. Which like, if they wanted me to stay, they shoulda made it interesting, but-.” He feels the elbow hit his side again and nearly stumbles to try sidestepping it. “What!? I didn’t even say ‘fuck’ that time!” he practically hisses out in frustration, before adding, muttered under his breath, “It ain’t even considered swearing anymore. It’s fine.”

The kid is snickering almost uncontrollably now, so Camille waits a moment or so before leaning down slightly to insist that Kyle isn’t implying that’s good behavior to keep doing. “Your teacher knows what you need to know-.”

“Sometimes.”

“Kyle.”

When Camille shoots a look over her shoulder at him, the older Aussie puts his hands up in defense. “Fine, fine,” he mutters before turning back to the kid. “She’s right. Now you just missed out on the monkey info and probably a lotta other cool animal facts, too. And now you’re all worried about missing your ride home and getting in trouble, instead’a just missing the giraffes.”

The kid grumbles but, with a little prompting from both of them, agrees that maybe it was a mistake and he shouldn’t have done it. With that, Kyle drops slightly, crouching in a smooth motion so he’s eye level with the other. “Okay, kiddo, we’re gonna help you get back to your class then. Y’wanna tell me your name? Or any name, really. Can make one up. I ain’t picky,” he adds with a shrug. “‘Less you want me to keep calling you ‘kiddo’ this whole time.”

The boy hesitates, considering the request, before offering up the name ‘Pete’. Both nations can tell in the way the boy gives it that it’s not his actual name, but Kyle accepts it as if it is when he continues speaking. “Right! Pete! Well, I’m Kyle, this is Cami.” He lifts a finger and gestures to a building across the way. “Y’see that building, Pete?”

Pete turns to look, nodding, but then asking what it’s for. Camille is already following Kyle’s logic, recognizing it as well. She explains that’s the building helps with services for visitors, that one of those services should be to put out an announcement that he was separated from his class and needs someone to come get him.

“What?” Pete immediately shoots back in a whine. “But- but if they know I left- Mr. King and Kim’s mum’re gonna be so mad!”

Camille gives a somewhat sympathetic frown, understanding why he would not exactly be thrilled about such a situation, but pointing out, “It’ll be the easiest way to get back with the group, and maybe that way it’ll help remind you why not to try something like this again.”

Kyle seems to shrug, less careless and more understanding, yet accepting. He offers the additional silver lining of, “‘Sides, i mean, we can try to track them down so you can slide back in, but the longer you’re gone, the more you’ll miss and the more likely they’ll notice you’re missing. Plus, this way, you can say you just got split from the group and came to get help finding them right away. Mr. King can’t be too mad about that, can he?”

The kid already seems to know there’s not a better option, but he still makes an exaggerated pout and a large show of resigning to his fate when he starts towards the building. Camille and Kyle both share a look immediately; neither seem to take the reaction with too much weight, both wordlessly just telling the other, ‘Adorable.’

They follow after him, helping him put in the call and acting very shocked when he reveals his name is actually Mike and that Pete is his little brother’s name instead. They wait with him there for his teacher or chaperone to show. Camille isn’t exactly thrilled when the conversation falls back to Kyle telling stories of when he was younger, sneaking away from his own teachers and getting up to all sorts of mischief, but it keeps Pete- now Mike- interested and helps to pass the time. And honestly, it’s not like she doesn’t have a story or two herself of going against the rules as a child. She just thinks it’s not best to brag about them to any current children.

The pair are thanked for helping when someone finally arrives to pick Mike up and bring him back to the rest of the class. More importantly, though, Mike makes sure to hug each of them in thanks, both returning it warmly.

“You be good!” Kyle calls after him as they all exit the building, turning back to Camille as the two groups split. “Nice kid,” he says with an easy smile, before reaching to slide his arm around Camille’s waist as they return to their previous focus.

The northern nation nods, agreeing with the declaration as they start back towards the gift shop. A couple seconds pass before she leans her head against Kyle’s shoulder, noting, “You know, I didn’t realize you were so good with kids.”

Kyle smiles down at her, a little surprised but largely pleased at the compliment. He hides it, though, classic irony slipping into his response instead. “Yeah, helps when you’re still one yourself-.” When he’s told she’s being serious, he counters he is too. “I just talked to him like how I wanted to be talked to at that age. Honestly? I skipped a lotta lessons cause I was bored, yeah, but also cause most of my teachers were kinda dicks. I was this dumb prison colony they were put in charge of keeping out of trouble and trying to ‘civilize’ or whatever. It was on the good days they just treated me like a child.”

Camille frowns, reaching to take Kyle’s hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back, leaning over to kiss the side of her temple, but shrugs off the sympathy of the action, admitting he knows it’s nothing special. That he’s sure her childhood had its own rough points- that pretty much most if not all of their kind has.

“I coulda had it a lot worse, I get that. But I also get how just talking to a kid like they’re just a regular person usually makes them like you more- or how being played along with when you’re younger can bring a smile to even a baby’s face.” Kyle shrugs again, before adding that he’s also had a good deal of practice with different micronations over the years. “I mean,” he adds after another second, “you were good, too. Think it’s just surprising for me ‘cause I ain’t a fucking sweetheart like you. You’re super kind to everyone. Not to mention, ‘course you’d be good at dealing with kids,” Kyle begins, before wrapping the other hand around Camille’s waist again, pulling her close into another hug as he presses his lips to her cheek and blows a raspberry against the skin once more. “You deal with me all the time!”

Camille squeaks in laughter again, rolling in the grip until she can spin around to hug him from behind instead. She rubs her cheek against the back of his shirt, cleaning the spot off. She’s still laughing though when she playfully says, “Stop, you big kid. We gotta buy our stuff!”

Kyle laughs, too, looking back over his shoulder to get the closest he can to having a good look at her. “Y’say that like it’s a bad thing,” he repeats, but seems to agree, starting to walk forward.

He stops when he feels Camille release her hold on him, only to jump up onto tip-toes and wrap her arms around his shoulders instead. Her breath is at his ear for exactly a moment before she counters, “Mmmm, no, I don’t!” She pops her pointer finger into her mouth and then right to his ear before he can react. She breaks out into a fit of snickers when he cries out in surprise, letting go of him with a quick, “Gotcha!” before racing inside the shop.

[dangerousimagines]

The Damned (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being raped and left alone to die in streets. Your savoir comes in the form of Gothams most wanted criminal. What will happen once the two of you start to get closer?” 

Requested by @iknowyouwuvme​: “One shots where the joker finds a raped reader fallen on the road & saves her & slowly starts falling in love with her.”

A/n: I really loved writing this, that’s why I decided that it needed to be a series~ I really hope you guys like this. The second part is almost done and will be posted tomorrow!~

Warning: Mentions of Rape, trauma, and abuse.

“Damn Bats…”

The Joker ran back to where he had stashed his car, the streets of Gotham were cold and quiet. The snow was falling softly and starting to cover the ground. He fumbled for the keys in his pocket, wanting to get out of the area as fast as possible. He pulled open his car door and was about to get inside. That’s when he heard something, like a small rodent or something. The more he listened the more he realized that it was bigger than some mouse. Sighing, he stepped away from his car, leaving the door open as he neared the sound.

A girl laid against the wall of a dirty building, she was missing her shoes and her clothes looked like they had been torn apart to give access to her body. She was shivering and the sound he’d heard was her crying. He stared at her for a few seconds, before he turned around and went back to his car. She wasn’t his responsibility so he didn’t have time to waste on her. He got into his vehicle and started it. He pulled out of the alley and onto the streets. An image of the girl flashed into his head. Instant guilt filled him, something he wasn’t used to. He growled and drove back into the alley, pulling up right in front of her. He got out and rounded the car, kneeling in front of her.

He shrugged his purple coat off of himself and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at him, the bruises on her neck now visible. He reached his hand out to her and she weakly took it. He picked her up and gently placed her into the passengers side of the car.

“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this…” he sighed, looking her over before he got into the car.

It didn’t take them long to get to his penthouse apartment. You didn’t understand why he’d brought you here. You knew who he was, of course. But that didn’t make the situation any better. You both got into the elevator and you glanced around nervously as you were now stuck in a closed in space with this dangerous criminal. You put your arms through the sleeves of his coat and held it closed around yourself. Something about it made you feel safe, made it was just his scent that remained on it. When it reached the desired floor, the elevator binged and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The Joker didn’t wait for you as he stepped out of the elevator and into the luxurious apartment.

After a few moments, you followed after him, looking around at everything. Frost stepped over to the two of you, giving his boss a confused look as he noticed you wearing his coat.

“I’ll explain later, show her to the bathroom,” he growled, moving into the kitchen and pulling out a bottle of expensive looking liquor.

“Sure thing, Boss.” He smiled softly at the you, ushering you to follow him down the hallway. You did and were glad that Frost hadn’t tried to make too much conversation. He pushed open the door to the huge bathroom and held it open for you as you entered before him. You looked back at him, uncertainty plaguing your face.

“Feel free to clean yourself up, use anything you like and take your time.”

You nodded, walking over to a sliding door that acted as a courtesy wall. It had fogged glass that kept you from seeing through. You slid it along the track and gaped at the beautiful claw foot tub. You carefully stepped toward it, turning on the water before you noticed the shelf of bath soap and lotions. A lot of them were intended for men, you picked one up and held it up to your nose. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled the scent, immediately recognizing it from the scent on the coat. You put it back on the shelf and that’s when you noticed a small amount of female products that had been placed purposely behind the others. They looked used but neglected for what looked like months. You couldn’t help but wonder who they had belonged to. You smelt on of them, shrugging and then pouring a generous amount into the rising water.

The subtle scent enveloped the room as the water continued to rise. You carefully took the heavy alligator coat and hung it on a hook by the bathroom entrance. Making sure to avoid the mirrors that covered the mass majority of bathroom, you slowly peeled your ripped clothes from yourself. Bruises covered your skin and your body still ached from the assault. You frowned and walked over to the sliding door, pulling it closed to give yourself more privacy. The tub was now full and you turned the water off, slowly lowering yourself into the scalding hot water. It stung, burning your skin but you didn’t care. The pain didn’t bother you, not after everything you went through.

“So, are you going to tell me who our little guest is?”

J growled at Frosts continuous push at subject. “I told you, I found her in some alley. Looks like she was attacked, raped, most likely.”

Frost nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why bring her here?”

Joker looked away, towards the floor. He couldn’t even answer it himself, he just knew that he couldn’t just drive off after seeing you like that. He shrugged and leaned back against the counter. “Who knows.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the bath for but the water had started to turn cold. You frowned and pulled yourself up from the tub, grabbing a towel and making quick work of drying yourself off. Sliding open the divider, you automatically walked over to where you had left your clothes. Your eyes went wide as you realized that they were gone, someone had to of came into the room and taken them. You quickly turned around to where you had hung up the Jokers coat, only to find it missing as well. You felt the blood drain from your face, the fear of possibly being attacked again being the only scenario you could imagine.

You started to pace the length of the bathroom, your arms wrapped around yourself as you did. You stopped in front of the door, swallowing hard as you reached out and turned the handle. Carefully, you pulled the door open, clutching your towel to your body. In front of the door, placed on the floor, was a black box. You knelt down to pick it up, you moved the large bow to the side as you read the tag.

“To Snow Bunny, Love J.”

You glanced down both sides of the hallway before you crept back into the bathroom, pulling the ribbon from the box so you could get at the contents inside. Inside was a purple silk nightgown, outlined in black lace. It wasn’t overly revealing so you didn’t really think that his intentions were to see your body. Under the night gown, there was a floor-length gold robe and some undergarments that looked about your size. You smiled to yourself and hung it up the robe as you got dressed. You found the hairdryer and quickly dried your hair, suddenly feeling as if you were taking too long.

You swept your hair over your shoulder and pulled the robe on, tying the slash closed. You could tell just by the feel of the material that everything was expensive and high end.

Why was Gothams most wanted criminal being so kind to you?

What did he want?

You left the bathroom and tried to remember your way back to the kitchen. The closer you got, the more you could hear voices.

“Does she remind you of her?”

You heard a familiar growl, followed by a bottle smashing. “Don’t bring her up, don’t tempt me to cut out your tongue, Frost.”

“Sorry, Boss. Just curious,” you could hear Frost laugh as you got closer.

You stepped into the entrance of the kitchen and Jokers eyes were on you instantly, they didn’t stay too long however. Just long enough to see how the clothes fit you. “I knew you two were about the same size,” he mumbled, finishing his drink.

Frost looked at you then to his boss, a smirk on his face from his comment.

“Shut up,” he glared at his henchman, moving from the kitchen and into the sitting room.

Frost looked to you, his smirk softening into a smile. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

You thought about it for a moment, “T-Tea please.”

“She finally speaks.”

You turned your head to where the Joker was grinning at you. He was leaning back into the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. You looked away, fiddling with your hands as you waited for your cup of tea.

“Here you are,” Frost handed you the small cup and you smiled.

“Thank you,” you held up under your nose and breathed in the warm scent.

You noticed the Joker stand, his fingers combing through his green hair. His eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip, making you look away.

“Im not going to ask you what happened, because I doubt you want to relive it.” He moved towards the stairs that lead up to another floor of the apartment, his hand gripped the railing as his eyes landed on you one more time. “Not to mention…” he looked away. “That I have enough darks thoughts of my own plaguing my mind already.”

You swallowed hard before you spoke, “T-Thank you…”

“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. Frost will show you to your room.” He started to climb the stairs, before too long, he disappeared from sight.

You looked to Frost, “Does he pick up little strays often?”

Frost chuckled, a soft grin on his face. “No, you’re the first.”

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Part 2