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[1d--louhaz]

After Show Surprise (HarryxReaderxFlorence)

AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!

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Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.

You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.

You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!"  You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.

"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.

"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."

"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."

Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.

Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.

"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.

You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.

You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.

Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.

Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.

“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.

The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.

“Oh my god” she panted, running her hands through your hair. “I know” you looked up at her, still shocked that she was even here. Harry sat down next to you and took a sip of his drink, “so, Flo, how long are you in town?”

[ryanwrites05]

November 7 - Work

@hinnymicrofic

A/N: so this ended up being longer than a microfic (~1200 words). Whoops. I’m not sorry.

She was determined. Years of being overlooked - stealing rides on her brothers’ brooms in the quiet night. Learning how to live and love flying again after Tom made her believe she would never amount to anything.

But flying saved her. Healed her. Became a part of her and wove itself into the piece of her soul that Tom tried to take.

And now it was her time. She would prove to everyone that she is a quidditch player, not just a substitute. Someone who deserves it. Someone who earns it.

Suppressing a groan from the soreness building in her legs, she climbed through the portrait hole. It was dark, and had been dark for some time now. So it was a surprise that the Common Room wasn't totally empty.

She smirked as she observed him alone in the room, sitting on the sofa facing the fireplace. His head was draped over the back of the sofa, his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, soft snores emitting from his mouth.

Her eyes snagged on his mouth and she resisted the old urge to think about what it would be like to snog him. It was a silly crush, from a long time ago. She was different now. They were friends after all. Weren't they?

She plopped down next to him on the sofa, and he let out a startled "oof", pulling his wand and immediately scanning the room.

She opted for humor to hide the sadness of the truth that he probably did that for good reason. "You know, you would be a lot more convincing if you hadn't just been snoring louder than a hippogriff."

He immediately turned to her and dropped his wand - a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. "Because you're the one to talk, I'm fairly sure loud snoring is a Weasley trait at this point. What with your mid-summer pond naps."

"I do not snore!"

"Oh, so it was Ron who suddenly grew long bright red hair and started wearing bikinis by the pond?"

She refused to blush, not because of the fact that she may have been snoring this summer, but more his subtle admission that he had been watching her then, and that maybe she possibly considered that potential outcome when she chose napping locations.

"Could have been," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and playful as she settled back against the couch.

"What were you doing out here?"

Something passed across his face, and he looked at the fire, trying to sound normal. He wasn't fooling her. "I had stuff with Dumbledore earlier. I just couldn't quite go to sleep yet."

"Until you did, you mean."

He smirked at her. "Yeah, right." He eyed her for a minute, him just now registering her broom and clothes. "What were you doing anyway?"

"Flying - getting practice in for tryouts," she said, trying to appear as confident as possible. "I'm determined to be the best chaser Gryffindor has ever seen." She played it off bravely, but the doubt simmered under the surface.

He hummed and appeared thoughtful for a minute. "You know, I think you could be."

"Be serious," she said, playfully shoving his arm with her forearm. He let out a chuckle that warmed her instantly.

"I am," and his brows pinched more thoughtfully. "I mean look, Katie is good, real good. But, you have better vision than she does, and you are probably faster. I know that from experience this summer. You can fly circles around people. I don't see why you could not be the best. And it's not like you aren't working at it. We played quidditch all summer."

She smiled at the memories, warm summer days on end with flying, and Ron complaining.

A thought bubbled to the surface in her mind. And Harry. She looked for anything to say to get her mind off of that particular thought. They were friends now. Just friends...which was absolutely and totally fine with her.

"It's what I want to do for work you know...after Hogwarts and everything." She set her gaze on the dancing embers of the fire. She wasn't sure what made her say it. Divulge her deepest, most personal secret. To him. Now.

She felt his eyes on her again and fought the urge to blush. She didn't do that anymore. Worked too hard not to.

"Yeah...I can see that."

Her eyes snapped immediately to his, and she almost lost herself in them. His face was thoughtful, like she was some puzzle he couldn't quite work out.

"You mean that?"

His brow furrowed, not understanding her uncertainty. As if she hadn't spent every waking day questioning whether she had enough, would ever have enough.

"What do you mean? Of course, I do."

It wasn't possible to hide the smile that erupted across her face, or the warmth that filled her. Like he hadn't just been the first person who told her she could do it. Like it was obvious.

Not noticing this, Harry pressed on. "I mean, look at it this way, Gin. If you're this good now, imagine how good you will be in three years. And no one works harder at it than you. And you weren't even on the team full time last year. They would be crazy not to take you when you get there."

She ignored the nickname, and the unmistakable truth that she wouldn't have let anyone else get away with calling her that. "I don't know, got to make it past the new Gryffindor quidditch captain first to get on full time. I heard he's a bit barmy at times."

He pinched his eyes and let out a bark of a laugh that made her stomach flip.

"Well, if Wood and Angelina are anything to go by, I think that's part of the job description. I'll try to be less of an arse this year than last, but no promises."

"I'll hold you to that, then," she said, the smile still playing on her lips. Merlin, she was borderline flirting now. Friends...they were friends. And she had Dean - she liked Dean. She quickly scanned the room for a change of subject.

"So, what about you? Planning on putting your expert diving grabs to the professional test?"

He let out a small laugh before his face fell, back to the serious and determined look. Her heart sank at the loss of the warmth his smile provided. "Haven't really thought about that to be honest. Tonks is an Auror and Kingsley, so I think, maybe..." he trailed off shrugging, his eyes back to finding the fire. "It just seems right."

Neither one of them spoke for a moment. She knew he was thinking of Voldemort, and broken prophecies, and destinies. She silently kicked herself for not expecting it.

She picked up her broom and got up, feeling his eyes on her again. "Well, I am knackered, so I am off to shower and bed."

He gave her a brief smile. "Yeah, okay. See you."

She was about to turn, but something made her pause. "You know, whatever you decide to do...Auror...quidditch star...moody potion master...". He snorted, and she smirked at him. "It's your choice. And you aren't alone."

She felt it then again, his eyes holding on her, something burning behind them. Something she had just started to notice recently. Something different.

"Thanks, Gin."

[the19thduckpotato]

Longer snippet of Toshinori recounting his younger training days.

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Toshinori nodded in understanding at Izuku. "The world definitely isn't easy. But I know you're strong enough to meet the challenges out there, to grow stronger because of them. And at your strongest when you figure out the world isn't meant for solo play and you group up with friends for help."

Like I should have.

Like you did.

Eventually.

Still did.

Izuku wrinkled his nose. "Sometimes. Sometimes whatever I'm doing is so stupid friends DEFINITELY shouldn't be there."

And now Toshinori's brain flashed back to Kamino, Izuku n Co sailing right over All for One as they grabbed at young Bakugo.

Even these days, he still felt that burst of anger, that rush to protect them, the pride of a job that was done if not smartly then at least with a whole heap of luck.

His eyes crinkled shut as he laughed fondly. "Gran Torino would be more than willing to dredge up all my exploits, I'm sure. I'm no stranger to the dumb."

"I didn't say you didn't do crazy stuff!" The kid laughed. "But you lived, and that was enough... I'm pretty sure everybody's glad about that."

A soft grateful smile.

Then the blond held up one finger. "You say that but you haven't heard these stories yet!"

He started thinking back to Gran Torino's many reactions to said exploits:

"Boy, how'd you manage to do that?"

"Yagi, what the HELL??"

"Nana, I swear to the heavens, if you didn't need this kid--"

"...seriously?"

"--Seriously?!"

"SERIOUSLY??"

Toshi was suddenly lost to laughter.

Izu grinned. "I smell a story right now!"

"Just trying to pick which one!"

"The funniest one!!"

Toshi tapped his nose thoughtfully then gave a thumbs up. "All right, lemme tell you about the first time I learned to adjust my heroing to account for property damage.

"It was a routine call, incredibly simple, really. My master wanted to see how I would handle tackling a task not exactly suited to the Quirk I was training with. She had Float, as you may recall.

"Gran Torino wasn't impressed that we had been called out to rescue a cat stuck up a tree. But as Master had put it, every little bit helped. Being a hero wasn't a lucrative career option just yet. So she wanted to instill good will whenever she could.

"I remember it was the edge of town, by a road that led out to some lovely countryside. Master wasn't surprised that I started scaling the tree immediately, so eager was I to impress her. I may not have had Float or Jet, but I had the strength to climb and so I did. Problem was, I wasn't familiar to the cat I was saving. The higher I climbed, the higher it did as well."

His eyes shone with fond memory. "Beautiful tree. One of those tall firs. The view below was a painting worthy of a museum. Tilled fields to one side, the mountains rising on the horizon, and nearby, a flock of sheep clustering by their fence and watching me. I waved and kept going, either not registering or not caring that the branches were getting thinner, smaller, whippier. Master may have called up advice to me but Torino put a hand on her shoulder. I nodded in rare agreement with him, eager to prove myself.

"The cat arched its back as I reached for it. It growled and hissed and that was probably why I never heard the branches cracking until it was too late.

"Now, if you remember, All Might is a pretty hefty guy. And well, even young All Might was fairly thick. I forgot quite how much of the tree I pulled down with me but suffice to say, I left a mark." He grimaced. "And then it got worse."

"The sheep had a front row view and just managed to scatter as I smashed into their fence. I could only watch in dazed confusion as they investigated this new set of circumstances...then cheerfully began trotting out of their pasture. Master again looked like she wanted to do something and Torino again held her back.

"I finally snapped back to it when I heard a wail of despair. I jumped up and ran to the sound, finding a cart vendor by the side of the road. The sheep had found his produce, piles of cabbage, enthusiastically munching with no intent to pay. The poor man mumbled something about having 'left Ba Sing Se because of this nonsense' and only sobbed when I tried to offer to pay.

"Master and Torino chose to intervene at this point. While he rounded up the sheep, she soothed the cabbage vendor and retrieved what she could.

"And that's when the cat landed perfectly on my head, grooming sap and fir twigs from its paws."

"Master was laughing so hard at this point that she could barely say a word until Torino stormed up. With a bemused smile, she asked me how I could have done better. I admitted I wasn't sure, that I had tried my best since I didn't have Float or Jet.

"'Ah Sunburst,' she answered. 'So close and yet...'

"'You shoulda asked for our help,' Torino grumped.

"'But I thought the point was for me to do it,' I said.

"'I never said that,' Master said. 'Only that a cat needed rescue. Hey,' she added, tweaking one of my bangs (and at that, Toshi smiled softly) 'that was the point of the lesson. And you learned it.'

"One of the left over sheep ran past at this point, cabbage in its mouth.

"'And maybe a little less property damage next time?'"

Toshi laughed now, the memory good, the story better.

Izuku tried so hard not to laugh at the plight of the poor cabbage vendor, but gave up and CACKLED at the sheep "But-- but were you okay though??" He was beaming so wide, eyes sparkling.

"Iunno, kinda fell out of the heroing business after that," his dad deadpanned. "Took up insurance from that day forward."

"Fe-- fell out..." Izuku double facepalmed

His dad just replied with the hugest grin now.

[invisiblegarters]

So Just How Present Has This Ex Been, Anyway?

Out of curiosity to see how much my opinions have evolved about OF and its characters over the course of the series (season?), I've been going back over a bunch of my own posts since the beginning. While I will probably make another post about how wrong I was about some things (and how right about others, I do so love being right and pointing it out), what really struck me in light of all the back and forth about Sand (even if most of it doesn't actually seem to be about him at all, which is darkly hilarious to me in an episode that goes out of its way to highlight how Sand regularly ignores himself to make way for others) is just how early they started laying the groundwork for what's going on with Boeing.

This is an excerpt from something I posted in episode two. Please ignore the part about Ray (I know it's hard but we all have to make some sacrifices here) and think about it for a sec. As early as episode two there was groundwork that was laid down thick enough that I was picking up on it - I say this because I am not exactly the most observant person and I do tend to miss a TON on my first watch of these episodes. There's no background at all given yet, this is entirely based on the way that Sand looks during this "interview". Which is basically like he's Seen Some Shit (as an aside, I just love watching First make expressions and I think Sand is some of his best work. He's just so damn good at conveying so very very much with just the subtlest changes. First what even is your face).

I also noted in this episode that Sand...doesn't talk about himself. That he answers direct questions but he doesn't volunteer information (and I'm getting ahead of myself here but we see this in action again in ep 5 - he says he has dreams but explicitly does not elaborate until Ray asks him directly what his dreams are. At the time I was not as cognizant of that because I was too busy being surprised that Ray would even ask - I had a Ray hating reputation for a reason, guys - but in hindsight (and while thinking about this post) it struck me. We also see him really hesitate before telling Ray about his dad even though it's in response to a direct question (and he doesn't give him the entire truth, as we find out later). It's also the ep where we see Sand treating his own birthday like it's any other day, nothing important).

The second is that there are still times when he's looking at Ray that I don't see fondness, reluctant or otherwise. I see a man assessing how likely it is that the animal in front of him is going to bite. But more and more I am beginning to think I'm delusional because the guarded, emotionally unavailable man I sometimes think I see in Sand is not the one I'm getting in scenes like one in the car after the party

This is not a screenshot because it's in the middle of a paragraph and would look weird but it's from episode 3. Because there was this way Sand had of looking at Ray (you know the one: head tilted, taking him in like he was a bug under a microscope) that made me feel like I was taking crazy pills in between all the ways he was already folding for him at every moment.

But now, with the power of hindsight, it occurs to me that I might have been supposed to be seeing that. I just didn't have the information to know that it wasn't necessarily a reaction to Ray himself but a wariness he might be showing with anyone that he started falling for. Because Ex Trauma. Also I think now we see that in some ways Ray in the beginning especially was very like Boeing - getting into Sand's space regardless of how Sand may feel about it, ignoring Sand's attempts to put him off or tell him no because it's pretty obvious that if he pushes enough Sand will cave, etc - and maybe a part of Sand even registered that and reacted to it. Or maybe he's still just very fucked up from his last relationship and those feelings that he hasn't dealt with are already spilling into this new thing (for what it's worth, the second option feels most right to me).

By episode 4 it was very clear to me, apparently, that Sand had a metric ton of issues surrounding the ex.

Of course it was. That's the episode where Nick plays that far too often used recording. It's the episode where Nick says that compared to Top he feels like nothing, and Sand gets his patented War Flashbacks Look (TM) and says he knows exactly how Nick feels. It's also where we find out exactly what Top did that makes Sand hate him so much: "He stole my ex."

And I remember reading tumblr at the time (for my own sanity I do not have a twitter account and never ever will), as well as a few youtube comments and seeing people taking him to task for that line in particular. And while I agree, it's true you can't own someone so they can't be stolen and Boeing probably left all on his own (very clearly did, as we find out in future eps), to me this was the moment when I realized just how not over the whole thing (and I thought at the time, the ex himself) Sand really was. Because you don't hang onto that kind of anger if you've come to terms with something. And usually (not always but usually), you aren't quite so eager to keep the blame hanging all on the person that the ex left you for if you've moved past what happened. Even if Top actively pursued Boeing knowing that he was with Sand (and as of yet we have zero indication that was the case, and honestly probably won't unless they plan to drag Sand's Boeing Shit into another season), surely some of the blame would have to go on Boeing too, since he was the one who was actually in a relationship? But nope, that's not what Sand's doing, which told me all I needed to know about where his head was at regarding said relationship.

Just putting this here because this was me in episode five. LOL had I known how much the reaction to it would annoy me I might not have been so eager (that is a lie I totally would have I am HERE for what this might be able to do for Sand guys you have no idea).

And if Episode 4 hadn't given me an inkling of where Sand's head was (or very much wasn't) at regarding his ex, episode 6 would have done the thing.

The man is so angry after he speaks with Top in the hospital (after the ex is directly and indirectly brought up) that he goes and straight up steals a sex audio and then uses it to point good old volatile Ray at Top's new relationship like a missile. That was unhinged. Utterly.

And the use of Ray was definitely deliberate. Oh, I know that there are schools of thought that Sand was also trying to torpedo Ray's chances with Mew while he was at it (and I guess that's why so many people were so weirdly smug about RayMew happening and Sand seeing it?), but I don't believe that. I do believe, however, that he knew that giving Ray that information would guarantee Mew would find out, and he had no issues blatantly using him to make that happen...but for me it leads back to Boeing.

Hear me out. I know that everyone was very focused on how Ray was trying to move on from Mew before Boston dropped his bomb and I get that, it makes total sense, but it might help to remember that he wasn't the only one. Here Sand is, taking what he thinks are steady if slow steps to having something real with Ray, letting him in in spite of still being guarded and taking care of those burns he got from Boeing, and then it's dropped in his lap that nope, all that was a farce, this guy he's been focusing on as a real option (maybe the first person he's done that with since Boeing) is in love with someone else and has been all along.

Now I'm not saying that he's correct in thinking this - but I am saying that Sand doesn't have any information that would make him think otherwise (and no, Ray being sweet with him is not it. Ray also made very sure to clarify over and over to Boston that he and Sand were just friends, they weren't like that, etc - whatever reasons he might have for doing it, that's what Sand hears, and he isn't psychic and can't intuit if Ray's lying to save face just in case Sand doesn't like him too or if he's lying because he doesn't want news that he's not entirely single to get back to Mew). At that point Ray didn't even know how he felt, lol, how on earth could Sand be expected to? He's drawing his conclusions based on the evidence he has - filtered through his own biases and past fuck ups, yes, but who isn't guilty of that?

Even though the situations aren't quite the same, it must have felt like Boeing all over again. And I will say until I'm blue in the face that Ray owed Sand nothing at this point, it really doesn't change that. And I completely understand why Sand's reaction was to retreat, to build back up his walls and to decide fuck it, I don't matter so why should he? Didn't matter before, don't matter now. And frankly he was way more upset about the end result than just about anybody else involved save Mew and Top. Possibly Nick. More than anything, what Sand's behavior in episode six told me was that whatever issues he had with the ex, he hadn't dealt with them.

And we've seen zero evidence of that changing. What we do see, over and over, is Sand letting the past affect his present. What we see is him being wary at best even when he has what he's clearly wanted almost this entire time - Ray right there next to him, all in on him and happy to be so. I said this episode that it did not escape my attention that Sand doesn't reciprocate Ray's affectionate words at all - he loves hearing them, but there's a way he responds that reads (to me) as rejection - not of Ray, he'd never, but of fully believing the things Ray's saying to him.

I've said it before and I'm going to say it again now: I do not believe that Sand's hesitation is about Boeing. It has nothing to do with Boeing beyond what Boeing did to him making him gun shy. This isn't a fight between Sand's feelings for Ray and his feelings for Boeing. It's a fight between his feelings about what happened with Boeing and what he wants now with Ray.

What I want, more than anything, is for this to be about Sand. Ray had his whole epiphany, he knows he's in and he's committed. But Sand hasn't had that. Even now there's a part of him that isn't fully in this thing - hence all the not really responding beyond smiles and shakes of his head when Ray's being ridiculous and calling him boyfriend every five seconds and telling him that he's got a mental rolodex of things about Sand, etc. I don't think it's a Ray issue specifically I think it's because he was all in once and not only did it break apart, but it did so in a horrible way, and even though he's moved on from *Boeing* (sorry but if the show wants me to think that he still loves that man it's doing a horrible job of it), he's not moved on from that pain and disappointment. I would love it Boeing pulls double duty once again and not only tests the foundation in this relationship but also breaks Sand out of that particular barrier.

What happened with Boeing has been, to my mind, woven through so much of this drama that I don't even think we need a flashback here. We don't need to see what their dynamic was like to see why Sand is so fucked up right now - it's all been there from the beginning. Sand put off really dealing with his feelings about what happened with Boeing, and now they're here smirking at him and making a bunch of insinuations that Sand has no real defense against. It's not surprising or confounding to me that Sand is dealing with it by trying his best not to deal with it, or that he wants to keep his new, shiny thing untarnished by the past (even though as I've gone to great pains to point out, it already has been). But he's not going to be able to get away with it this time. He has to deal with it in some way.

Personally I hope he deals with it by braining Boeing with his old guitar, but then I do have a violent streak when it comes to fictional characters.

[starshinc]

katsuki doesn’t tolerate fancy events very well. he especially doesn’t enjoy being paraded around as some beacon of hope for hero society because of his weird ass debt to the commission, but he still endures it anyway - as a favour to them for not locking him up or whatever. what’s it matter? at least he isn’t alone this time around.

crimson gaze glances to the support tech that practically sticks by his side with his therapy dog, brows furrowing a moment in concern. when the commission told him to bring izuku along, he actually tried to protest it. the man isn’t built for publicity. katsuki deals with it because it’s part of his job, and if he wants to be number one, he would keep doing so. izuku?

he was content working his magic behind the scenes - didn’t much like the spotlight.

the event buzzed around them with infectiously disgusting talks of this, that, the other thing; investors looking to strike deals and agencies placing their bets. most of them avoid katsuki. in turn, any poor soul that looks like they want to talk with izuku keep a distance… and katsuki wonders, then, if that’s why izuku stays near.

the music is slow. some people are taking to the floor. he has a feeling that people looking for their chance will keep circling the two of them until katsuki lets his guard down, and he despises that.

there was a way to maybe avoid this.

he eyes the floor a moment more, and finds his impulse acts first.

“still got two left feet?” he teases, low; warm palm encircles izuku’s closest wrist and tugs him toward the dance floor, making sure to pick a spot that allowed ramen to stay near. he doesn’t dance either. but- “c’mon. keep preoccupied all night, ‘n nobody’s gonna talk to you. and even if they try, i ain’t helpin’ ‘em.”

he hesitates now. katsuki hadn’t thought this far, really, and… fucking impulse, pulling him in impulsively stupid decisions, where he’s trying to steel his resolve and settle hands somewhere where it doesn’t feel like burning, and-

sometimes, he really gets izuku’s overthinking.

“don’t gotta be long,” he amends, as if it’ll make the sudden unease settle in his chest. “but i ain’t dealing with fucking vultures tonight. are you?”

he definitely wasn't planning on attending an event like this anytime soon. actually, if izuku had his way, he'd not be anywhere near this building - much rather be in his support lab, cup of tea in hand and sketching blueprints. but unfortunately for him, katsuki had approached and insisted on izuku coming along - something about the commission.

so somehow, he'd ended up at the event - dressed up as much as possible, thanks to the blond all but shoving a suit at him and doing what he could to make his curls extra soft considering there was no taming them. ramen, his support dog had been groomed (izuku prided himself in taking great care of the golden retriever's coat, but for an event like this, a professional wash and groom was probably a good idea...) and was proudly wearing a bowtie on his collar. he'd kept his working vest on, but he may have thrown it in the washer and dryer beforehand.

izuku was resolutely sticking close to katsuki's side, to the point of brushing against the taller sometimes. there were simply too many people - thankfully, not many had even approached. though, in fairness, the knowledge about jsl was shocking in the room - it would definitely be worth bringing it up to katsuki again, pushing more knowledge. it's important! he's just watching the dance floor, listening to the music and making sure ramen isn't bothered. the second people got too close, he'd tuck himself further into katsuki's side.

warmth around his wrists surprises him, but he allows himself to be dragged towards the floor, registering the words a few seconds later. wait, kacchan surely isn't going to do what he thinks - oh, no, he is. izuku's open-mouthed reaction was probably priceless, and they should thank their lucky stars that the media weren't invited to this event. thankfully, he could still sign.

'kacchan, you know i can't dance...!' the protest starts, signing more jittery than normal. thank goodness he'd picked a spot where ramen could sit nearby. but thinking on it for a moment or two, the logic made sense - there was no chance at ALL that anyone would bother them on the dance floor. with any luck, they could keep to themselves until it was an acceptable time to leave.

'okay.' he signed back, a little grin. 'i'm sorry in advance if i step on your foot.' he'd going to trust the blond to lead, here. and focus on not tripping them both over. 'i don't want to, ah... talk to any investors either, today.' he's already booked out for a good six months. perks of being the most recognised support technician, though he tries to ignore that fact on the daily.

'don't let me fall over, please.'

@dynmghts - unprompted!

[petitelepus]

Big Blind Love, Part 9

Teacher!Gyomei Himejima X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: It's another day and school started again, you had a job and you and Gyomei had been dating for a while now... And you want to show him more how you love him.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Student Reader, Gyomei Himejima, Teacher Gyomei Himejima, Giyu Tomioka, Kyogai, Tengen Uzui

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So the school continued and Gyomei and his colleagues and friends returned back to work. You had also found yourself a job after graduation, though it wasn't anything as fancy or useful as your lover's job as a teacher.

No, you were just a basic worker in this convenience store called Fujikasane Mart near the academy.

Like you said, it wasn't anything glamorous but otherwise, it was a pretty good job. You were an old and familiar customer and known for being polite and kind so the owner happily hired you.

It was Friday morning and you were filling shelves when the front door peeped, letting you know that a customer had entered the store. You immediately put everything down and rushed to the register but then you noticed who your customer was and you stopped.

"Oh, sir Tomioka!" You smiled as the familiar PE teacher stepped into the store. The man glanced at you and nodded, acknowledging you, "Young lady."

You were excited as you went behind the counter and waited for your old teacher to pick up his stuff and make his way to the counter.

"Your usual raisin bread, salmon onigiri, ume onigiri, and tea?" You asked with a happy smile and he nodded quietly, "Yes."

"Alright, that would be the usual 561 yen!" You said as you scanned all his items and the man quietly took out his card and paid while you put all his stuff into a small plastic bag. Once the machine peeped you handed the bag to your former teacher, "Here you go, sir!"

"Thank you," The teacher thanked you and he was about to leave, but you quickly called after him, "Actually, sir Tomioka, I was kinda waiting for you today… Could you do me a favor?"

"I don't mind…" Tomioka nodded, "What is it?"

"Could you take this to Himejima?" You asked as you bent down and picked a bento box from behind the counter, "I made this box for him, but I had a shift today so I couldn't bring it to him and I was hoping that you could take it to him since you come here every morning?"

"Hm," The man nodded as he took the box, "I'll do it."

"Oh, thank you so much! I owe you one, sir!" You smiled happily and the PE teacher went on his way to school. He didn't give the box to your partner until lunchtime rolled and everyone was enjoying their lunches, Gyomei included.

"Himejima, there's a package for you." Gyomei heard Tomioka, his colleague say and he turned to address him, "My, what is it?"

"Young lady sent these to you." The PE teacher said as he placed a bento box into the huge Civics teacher's hands. Hearing that you had sent him something made Gyomei's heart skip a beat.

Carefully, he opened the box and the scent of chocolate hit his nose. He gently felt around and felt that you had packed some small balls for him with sticks on them.

"Tomioka, if I may ask, can you describe what I got?" Gyomei asked and the PE teacher took one look at the box's content, "Looks like she made you cake pops."

"Cake pops?" The huge teacher was slightly confused and his friend nodded, "Yes, like little cakes as lollipops."

"She always knows how to surprise me…" Gyomei murmured as tears rose to his eyes and he carefully picked one stick and popped a small cake ball into his mouth.

Tears streamed down his face and he munched the delicious cake and his reaction didn't go unnoticed by other teachers.

"Oi, did you get something sweet from your girlfriend Himejima?" Tengen asked as he made his way to his colleague who nodded as he swallowed the cake, "She always tried to surprise me."

"What a lovely lady you have," The music teacher Kyogai said and Gyomei couldn't agree more. After lunch, he felt happier than before the said lunch, and the day passed quickly with something sweet in his stomach.

Once the classes ended and students left the school grounds one by one, he went to the teacher's lounge to finish his work so he wouldn't have to bring so much work back home with him. Not that he usually minded, but it was your and his date night and he wanted to be able to focus purely on you.

So when Gyomei finally was done with his paperwork, he packed his stuff and left the school grounds, wishing his colleagues a nice day and a good weekend as he left. It didn't take him long to get to your workplace and the little peeping let you know that someone had arrived.

"Welcome!" You called as you peeked at the entrance from between the shelves but then you noticed that you didn't have just a regular customer but your beloved Gyomei.

"Darling!" You absolutely beamed in joy as you saw your partner step into the store. He had to bend down a little so he wouldn't hit his head on the doorway, but as soon as he was inside you rushed to greet him. Gyomei could hear your little steps, followed by you hugging him.

"It's so nice to see you!" You said happily and your happiness was contagious.

"I'm happy to see you also." He said, even if he couldn't see, but it was the saying okay? You squeezed him fondly before letting go and taking a step back.

"Are you already done with work?" You asked because usually it was you who would wait for Gyomei by the school gates, but it appeared that he had been quick with his work and had come to pick you up instead.

"Yes, I finished early so we could spend time together." Gyomei admitted and you smiled happily, "Alright, I was just emptying these boxes and then I'm off the clock!"

"I understand, I'll wait for you." He nodded and you smiled as you quickly emptied the boxes and put the products in the boxes in their rightful places on the shelf. Just as you were done, your co-worker came to let you go and enjoy your weekend.

After quickly changing in the backroom, you left your uniform there and came out in this pretty dress as you and Gyomei were going to enjoy some time together.

"I'm done, darling!" You said happily as you walked to your partner and took his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, which Gyomei happily returned, "What would you like to do, my beloved?"

"Well, you are on my to-do list?" You grinned mischievously as your darling Gyomei blushed, "My beloved…"

"He he, just kidding!" You smiled, or at least you appeared like that, but the man's sharp ears could tell by the tone of your voice that you were actually blushing also.

You were honestly so cute, trying to act all confident and flirty when you were in fact just as inexperienced as he was.

Yes, you and Gyomei were still virgins both mind and body. Kissing each other was the most you had ever done before, but you were so young and Gyomei was your first love so you hadn't had partners before him. Heck, he was even your long-awaited first kiss!

As for Gyomei, he was… Intimidating so people lacked the courage to try and court him and he had never actually felt so fond of anyone before you came into the picture with your love confessions.

The two of you had dated for a couple of months already and all you had done was share those sweet and innocent little kisses…

"Darling, today…"

Well, today you were going to take things further than just pecks and kisses!

"I was thinking that I, or, well, uh, we could maybe or perhaps, uh…!"

Only if you could bring yourself to say what you wanted properly…!

Despite your sad and royally screwed attempt to ask Gyomei to take your relationship to the next level, he seemed to understand what you were trying to say.

"I would… I would love to try that with you," He said much to your shock. No really, your eyes and mouth were wide open in shock as your face turned crimson as you registered his words. He wanted the same as you wanted?

You were both filled with happiness and anxiety. J- just how far would the two of you go?! You felt like your heart could burst with all these feelings.

"My beloved?" Gyomei gently said your name and you flinched as you snapped out of your panic-filled mind.

Gyomei was there for you, so what reason did you have to panic about? He loved you and you loved him and you wanted him to know it and the best way to show it was to do it!

"I- Ah!" You swallowed, "I- is your place alright? Since my apartment is pretty small?"

"Yes." Gyomei nodded, "My place is alright."

"Th-then!" You nodded as you grabbed his hand in yours and you started to lead him towards his own home, "Let's go!"

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Do you think there’s a bad career move any of the BTS members could make right now? Everything they’ve done this year has seemed pretty wildly successful. Not that any of it has been out of the box. But I guess I’m wondering if they have so many fans at this point that people will buy/stream/watch whatever they put out there. Even staying quiet for months at a time has worked out fine for some of them. I’m curious if that’ll end up giving them more freedom to try unusual things knowing millions of people will go along with it. Or if you think there’s still some risks too big to take.

Up until now, there seems to be no actual issue and everyone is doing completely fine. Each career move is sort of in line with each member, except there's a clear deadline for at least half of them because of the enlistment. Jin already left, but Hobi managed to release an album that showed something completely different about himself that still ended up successful (from a critics point of view at least, I don't know about numbers). And then the collab with J Cole was the cherry on top. For Hobi, it was like fullfiling his dreams before putting it all on pause. RM with Indigo was not necessarily a safe move, but a very RM move. The intimate live performance with only 200 fans, a registered performance in a museum, the artists he collaborated with. It wasn't an idol album release, I think it ended up more niche, but I guess this is what he wanted. And now he has this collab with So Yoon for Smoke Sprite and I have to admit that after watching the teaser, I will check it out when it's released.

It might seem Yoongi had taken a risk with a solo world tour, but it's sold out. If there's an album release prior to that, I wonder when it will be announced. Apart from the collab with IU again, there's nothing about new music.

As I said, there's a deadline for the hyung line and given how RM has been talking lately in interviews, he's getting ready to enlist soon.

None of them had taken huge risks. Perhaps they went a slightly different route compared to their group work (Hobi and RM), but that doesn't seem to have majorly affected their career. I think it shed a new light on it.

As to the maknae line, the only risky move up until now was Jungkook and his World Cup song which ultimately didn't really affect him as an artist. It merely stopped at online debates with those opposing it representing a small percentage. So that begs the question. What's the level of risk they can take and when/if it's going to affect them? Or are the fans ultimately so devoted that they can find a reasoning behind everything which will justify the support and the money they invest?

Thinking of Jimin, I think time will tell if he is going to push the envelope. We have yet to hear his solo album or watch his performances.

Lastly, Tae is playing it safe as well, perhaps a bit too safe. It's a bit surprising he's not yet taking more projects on his own, especially in terms of tv shows. But perhaps that's more of his fans desire than his. I may not be interested in what he does, but it's hard not to notice that he has been taking it slow and not really getting outside the box.

[fic-heaven]

Fruta del pecado

Bear territory (nsfw)

[Gus x fem! Reader]

Masterlist

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Call of duty modern warfare 2

Chickie 🐥: Reyes is an ass lmao i crave to write more about this man, specially on the next chapter. I also gotta see how the flip do i introduce Roze properly smskksksk

Characters: Soap/Gaz/Price/Ghost/Nova/Reyes/Gus

Tags: soap misbehaving/ghost being ghost/nasty flashback of Hassan's death/ angry Price/military paperwork nonsense/ Gus having the worst timing/ happy-oregano mention/ cooking.

Nsfw tags: mommy kink/slight teasing/riding / Gus is a switch/ oral/ thigh kink/ quickie(?/ Office sex/ unprotected sex/ slight breeding kink at the end idk.

It would be a shame to miss today's morning weather, but it would be a greater shame to miss the opportunity of spending some alone time with Rodriguez.

So, you made sure to see through Soap's favor. Still, you'll have to figure out how to approach Rodriguez... You work better under pressure, so you decided to wait until you arrived to the office to figure something out.

It's been a while since you felt this light and giddy, before Hassan's whole ordeal two months ago specifically... But was it that obvious though? It must be if Soap could tell so quickly, you two may know each other for long but he wasn't that much of a close observer when it came to you, was he? Was that ONE time with Rodriguez really turning you back to your old self? Just how desperate for intimacy were you? Was a quickie really the cure for the heaviness you felt cloud your mind everyday? No matter... It still didn't ease the hatred you sometimes felt towards yourself... -

Bump!

Just when you were about to make a beeline to the stairs an arm harshly pressed you against the wall. With a huff and a murderous stare you looked up to your mysterious attacker, but it melted when you registered his voice speaking in an annoyed tone.

"First rule. Never get too comfortable in your surroundings, always sharpen your senses."

"It's good to see you again too, lieutenant!" You sarcastically bit back moving his arm away and fixing your hair. Ghost looked at you unimpressed, a small expectant glint in his eyes made the sudden silence awkward until you sighed at the realization of what exactly had him coming to you like this.

"I missed training-"

"Y'knew I was coming back from the mission today morn. Where the bloody hell were you if not at the gym were you were supposed to be waiting an hour ago, Hound?" He grunts. Was really Mr. Grumpy pants cock blocking you right now over a missed gym session?

"I forgot, i'm sorry... Tonight, though?"

Ghost eyes squinted displeased. It wasn't your intention to keep the man waiting, honestly? You really did forget about training, in your defense there was an insanely amount of paperwork to drop off to Price's office, to later inform him and be surprised by the "hacked" alarms you were totally going to have checked right now. Obviously. Your destination clearly was NOT Price's office at all.

"Today at five." Ghost growled.

"Come on, i have stuff to finish and-"

"At five. Don't make me repeat myself, Hound."

You shifted your posture with an exasperated sigh now turning to your left to face the stairs but not leaving Ghost's hulking form.

"You really must have missed me tons to come here begging me to train with you, lieutenant." You replied with a cheeky smile.

"I'm not begging. It's an order." He breathed out.

"Throwing orders now, are we? Y'know... I was JUST told to get some rest."

Ghost pushed you back against the wall with little resistance from you. This man could be so predictable at times...

His right hand gripped your shoulder and the other hit the wall in a threatening manner, you didn't even blink unimpressed when your eyes met through his mask's holes. His gaze was stern and... Worried. You have known Ghost for years now, and you were confident to say you could read him almost as well as he could read you.

He didn't need to speak a word for you to know what he wanted to say right now. It's been months, you needed to get back to the field.

"Alright..." You whispered, but he didn't move.

You looked to your sides to make sure no one was around and see the compromising position you two were in, your lieutenant seemed to get the hint and straightened his back mirroring your action. He sighed and muttered "Laswell brought a package for you, i made sure to inform her before to have it dropped to my office s' soon as possible." Oh...

"Did i ruin the surprise not arriving sooner to the gym? I'm sure you had it prepared for me in pink flowery wrapping paper too." You chuckled, and he was simply done with your clownery. "S'not a surprise when you know exactly what it is."

Of course you know what it is... And it angered him to the core to have the package delivered in the first place, even so, he made the effort to check it out first not letting anyone see it before you could. It was you who requested to use a mask like the others did, yet this one was different, so it took a while to make. Different in looks with a hidden purpose Ghost had figured the moment he heard you explain the design to Laswell. It wasn't a skull mask like the others, this one covered your lower face and it resembled a dog's snout, it's teeth showing out in a threatening growl, a proper design for your codename. Sargeant (Y/n) Hound (L/n). Captain Price's loyal war dog.

But that wasn't what bothered him. You didn't JUST wear it for the fashions, the bloody thing's purpose was to act as a muzzle.

He clenched his fists knowing that the moment you get your pretty hands on that fucking mask you won't stop wearing it, so he, (as he's been doing lately) will have to use his authority to snap you out of your trauma.

"You are NOT to use your mask out of missions."

Your eyes shot to his at lightning speed, but just when you were about to complain a couple of rookies walked by, their muffled conversations carried through the hall, so you two stood there in silence until they left.

Ghost continued the moment they were out of earshot. "Your head is still stuck in that building." The damned building Hassan was hiding in.

"And that is WHY i must wear the mask." All humour from before dissipated instantly from your voice.

"There's no place to discuss. You acted on impulse and did what had to be done, that's it." You parted your lips but he cut you again harshly. "It's done." Ghost lowered his voice a little "We all become monsters under our very own eyes the moment we make our first kill. You are no different, and this was not your first-"

That had you instantly replying "it was my first time murdering someone in such way-" He quickly topped your voice again with a snarl "You did what you had to do to save Jhonny, the blood on your mouth had to be spilled one way or another."

That was a harsh way to word it... Yet... It's true. But that doesn't mean it had to be spilled in such gruesome way.

Hassan's body looked unrecognizable after your brutal display of violence. A primitive rage possessed your body clouding your senses completely, and the bastard that had been pinching your asses for weeks played the role of recipient for your accumulated rage. The moment he didn't pay attention to your lurking form from behind, you caught him red-handed when he was about to throw Soap out the bloody window, you pounced, your gun be damned when you tossed it aside attacking the bastard with your bare fists ripping whatever was covering his ridiculously delicate skin from your nails and teeth. You remember biting his throat so hard you swore to feel the bone. Like a starving predator feasting on it's pathetic prey.

The breakfast from this morning almost made an exit through your mouth while remembering the whole thing.

You lowered your face, but Simon was quick to lift it by your chin. His chocolate eyes inspected your blank expression closely, as if waiting for any sign you were about to break... How pathetic.

You two seemed to be at a loss of words until he once again stepped back and you muttered "Today at five...". He seemed content with your reply and walked away in silence.

Well, now you really need that stress reliever.

As if on cue, Price walked downstairs in a rush. When he spotted you he sighed in relief. "There you are, was just 'bout to ask you a favor... You wouldn't mind watching the kids upstairs, would you?"

The plan worked. "Did they make a fuss when you caught them, sir?" You bit back a snicker at the mental imagine of Price scolding them like a principal would to two naughty students skipping class and messing around.

"Two others scaped before I could do anything." He shook his head "Whoever they were won't face consequences today, but Mactavish and Rodriguez were dumb enough to get caught so now I have them ordering the whole ocean of old paperwork from my office."

Juuuust as planned. Wait- Shit, his office? The two of them together?

"I see. Do you need a babysitter by any chance?" You pouted and Price smirked "if you're free, sure! Heard Simon was looking for you." Seriously...? "Already dealt with that. So, what will I get in return for my babysitting shift?" Maybe you sounded flirtier than you intended, because when Price was taking his hat off to brush his growing hair back, his eyes widened, a shadow of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth and a slight blush grazed his pale cheeks.

"A please and thank you from your favorite captain. Now go make your old man the favor, yeah? Forgot i got a meeting with Laswell, can't keep my eyes on the brats upstairs. Thanks, sweetheart." He finally purred dismissing you.

Before he left, John threw you a wide smile when you walked upstairs so you didn't catch the look of satisfaction from your captain because thanks to your little banter. Price noticed the change in your demeanor. You weren't distant or quiet, you actually played and teased back just like you used to.

"What a forgetful morning for all of us..." You chuckled to yourself walking to steps at a time.

Well, now you ALSO had to figure out a way to get Rodriguez alone, hopefully in your old office. And that's if he even wanted to continue where you left off.

A knock on the door announced your arrival, then you opened the door and slid in. You bit down your excitement with an amused smile at the scene before you. Mactavish rised his head from the bundle of papers he was previously scanning from his lap at Price's chair.

"Hound! What a surprise!" Yeah, very convincing.

You shot him a nasty look and he quickly shrugged with a nervous smile "Wouldn't be here if Gus never mentioned me on the microphone!" You turned your gaze to where Soap was pointing. And there he was.

Rodriguez was looking directly at you , his mouth hanged open and his dark-honey eyes went wide as plates while he was carrying a big chunk of folders in both arms.

He genuinely looked surprised to see you again, this soon at least. A dust of pink kissed his cheeks at the memory of your last interaction. His tan skin and the few locks of dark hair that peeked under his beret glowed with the sun light from the nearby window. Rodriguez looked so soft and otherworldly you felt your own cheeks return the flush.

You rised a brow and he snapped from his trance coughing nervously and finally wetting his lower plump lip. "Sargeant Hound! I-it's a pleasure, a-an honour! We uh... Never got introduced before, properly at least-...?"

You smiled teasingly, he seemed mesmerized by the gesture biting back a wide embarrassed smile of his own. "My name is Gustavo Rodríguez, but everyone calls me Gus, if you please...'' he stuttered, his accent thick and rich just like his-

"Come on guys, i can't concentrate! Can you both take introductions to the other office or something? I'm busy here..." Soap's voice interrupted your short interaction.

Gus looked back at the other man, gave a curt nod, smiled at you appologetically and finally resumed ordering his tile of papers. You felt a tingle of disappointment when the Puerto Rican didn't catch the hint. Was he that oblivious? Or was it his way of hinting he didn't seek to spend some alone time with you?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Gus." You said in a singsong voice, and sat on the couch at his side after he replied with a rushed "likewise, ma'am."

Silence invaded the office, the only sounds breaking it were from random pages being flipped and moved around. Sometimes Rodriguez would ask something to Soap in a hushed way like breaking the silence would earn him another punishment, Soap would respond in a normal tone and help him patiently with whatever he needed.

Some time later, you crossed paths with Soap when you stood up to pick a paper he accidentally dropped and he gave you this tight-lipped smile like he couldn't handle the awkwardness of the whole situation and was apologizing silently for getting caught and being in the middle of you two.

What you didn't ponder of this plan was that if it actually worked, Soap being there or not, the amount of paperwork would keep Gus busy easily for a few hours.

So you decided to join them quietly picking a random stash of papers and begun looking through the dates and numbers from the bottom corners, you were already familiar with their ordering dynamic after spending twenty minutes looking at their every move from the other side of the room. As expected, three people worked faster than two. And you were already used to ordering Price's mess of useless scattered old reports back in the day, so you were a grace of fresh air for the already exhausted men in the room.

After some time, the mountain of old reports and unimportant papers was low. You were finishing up dropping a bunch of plastic folders unceremoniously inside one drawer, a low sigh scaped your lips while making sure everything was in order inside it when suddenly, the warmth of a hand on your lower back startled you, but when you caught a whiff of Gus' cologne your shoulders slumped in relaxation.

"Sargeant? Muchas gracias... You have been helping us tiredesly, " He whispered causing goosebumps in your skin. You felt his body heat pressing to your side and you couldn't help but lean in with a sly smile.

You hummed and his breath felt hot against your ear, you enjoyed the slight ticklish sensation of his moustache against your neck as he spoke once more."Remind me to thank you any way you desire." Gus said when his hands found yours slowly closing the drawer you were inspecting. Work be damned.

The way he pronounced 'desire' in such delicious accent and lowered voice made the smile from your face falter and your thighs press together. Your eyes found Soap in the other side of the room, the big table in the center hid his crouched form, mumbling nonsense to himself as he seemed troubled searching for one specific folder, your eyes found Gustavo's who was now smiling widely waving the missing yellow folder the other sargeant was so adamant on finding.

"Sargeant Mactavish, i think i can take it from here." He said out loud, his amber eyes never left yours when you crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the side of the table. The smile you carried turned into a knowing smirk he quickly returned.

"Yeah, just give me a moment-... Ah shiet-... Where in god's ass is that jobby!?"

Soap started whining Scottish nonsense that made Gus frown and look at him in complete confusion breaking the heated stare you two previously shared. You took a step closer to him gaining back his attention, a hand traveled to his waist squeezing his side lightly earning a silent purr from the man who, just like you, was starting to get impatient as hell. You could tell from desperate look he had.

You should get a medal after all the paperwork you've done and the way you handled hours of sexual frustration doing said infernal task along the man you were craving to fuck on the very table you two were now leaning closely to.

"Mactavish get the fuck out of the office, please." You said with an angelic smile, Gus widened his eyes and held his breath.

Soap looked back at you stupefied by your tone while muttering "Yer awfy crabbit, lass... What's got ya-" at the realization of what was about to unbound when he saw your arm still stuck around Gus' waist and the little distance you two were in, he clapped his hands once with a "Welp! See ya then.", stood up and left.

You felt a little guilty for the way you kicked him out but right now your focus was on Gus, you'll make it up to Soap later...

Gazing back at him, amber eyes were already on you drinking you in, the blush of his cheeks have gotten much noticeable now that you two were finally close. He placed his hands on your hips fully facing you and took one shy step closer.

"You uh... There's something i need to tell you." His voice came out in another whisper.

"Moving quickly aren't we?" You purred.

He wasn't going to say what you were thinking right?

"I had admired you for so long, miss Hound..."

Miss hound? This man is hilarious, can't he get more adorable?

"Would you... Train me?"

You blinked twice "Train you?" He nodded. You adjusted your stance and placed your hands on his shoulders. Gus let's out a shaky breath as you pondered his petition.

"The quickie we had wasn't a way for you to get on my good side and ask me for random favours right?" It was clearly a joke but Gus went rigid and he genuinely looked hurt from such accusation, "Sargeant Hound-!" Shit "It's a joke." He sighed relieved, this man was so expressive you couldn't fight back a giggle.

"I'll do it, I'll train you."

"But i can't promise it'll be easy, i don't need to remind you i was personally trained by Ghost and Price-" His gave you a widened smile and his arms shot to hug you close twirling you around like a rag doll, his handsome laugh blessed your ears completely silencing the urge to complain at the sudden action.

"Lo siento! I've been dreaming to ask you this since forever! I've never thought I'd actually get the chance to train alongside you, and to have you personally training me? HOHO! Reyes and Nova won't believe this! I can't wait to start!-" He begun rumbling and you couldn't help but soften your eyes, his boyish excitement was so contagious, your hands cupped his cheeks and he took it as an invitation to lean closer and hush. Chests now pressed together, a look of raw adoration adorned face.

"I-... will shut up now." You squeeze his cheeks lightly with a chuckle, his stubble tickled your skin.

"Don't. Let a woman enjoy having a handsome man fawning over her, i could get used to it." He looked at you with a certain glint of smugness.

"Is that what you want, sargeant?"

It is what you want?

You loved your team, the boys always made you feel loved in their own respective ways, always making sure you were never left behind even when you isolated yourself like you had been doing these months. But right now, the way Gus was showering you in praises with a look that screamed want? You've never felt so desired and beautiful, not that you could remember.

"(Y/n)." You corrected.

"(Y/n)..." He repeated your name, tasting every letter on his tongue. You two started leaning into each other closer, his nose nudged yours, you rubbed the tips affectionately earning a low delighted chuckle from him.

You had waited enough. Your mouths collided in a desperate kiss. Desperate was the closest way to describe it, how your tongue hunted his and vice versa, how his half lidded eyes made him look drunk of your taste, your hands pushed his beret off grabbing his curly locks from the back of his head making the man growl into the kiss. Both of you grunted, moaned and melted into the ongoing make out more and more, limbs tangled into each other sensually.

Gus was an amazing kisser, you couldn't remember the last time you kissed someone like this. So full of want and need even though you two had toyed with each other ONCE and properly met TODAY.

The slight scratch of his facial hair, the taste of coffee on his mouth and the whiff of his fruity cologne you seemingly could never get enough of made you feel lightheaded, like you were floating. This man was a walking beacon of arousal.

But with the feeling came reality when Gus' strong arms picked you up, both hands cup your ass urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You complied with an excited giggle.

"Wait-"

He sighed into your mouth carrying you to the black leather couch you had spent hours working on. "I have to apologize for yesterday... I was too impulsive and..."

"Hon, I'm on the pill, and we all get checked regularly. I trust you, do you trust me?" It was a simple question, a necessary one. Gus nodded slowly, his prominent blush still graced his cheeks. You leaned to kiss them and chuckled when you noticed his eyes were now glued to your cleavage as it heaved with your fast aroused breaths.

"Like what you see? Take my pants off right now." You whispered.

Gus chuckled nervously, his eyes looked away flustered, seemingly put on the spot. "Heh, i uh, sorry. I didn't know how to transition to that..."

He definitely couldn't get any cuter. His angelic face lit up in excitement and arousal the lower your pants were pulled, and with your aid, your panties followed.

The office basked on the warmth of the sunlight from the closed side window. The reports stuffed in folders of different colors and dates were separated carefully in various places through the whole overstuffed office. Price's big wooden table was clear from any paper with only his laptop laying there charging and Gustavo's forgotten beret.

The silence from the hall would have worried you if it wasn't for the early hours of the morning. Everyone was tending their own respective duties and/or training. That means...no one could hear the wet noises, growls, muffled moans and delighted meowls from inside of your beloved captain's office.

You currently lay on your back on the couch, your legs were wrapped around Gus' shoulders who was laying on the opposite side and funnily, due to his height, he had both his legs completely hanging off the edge, eagerly lapping at your cunt like a bear searching for the sugary treat of honey in desperate grunts and growls.

His hands squeezed your thighs a little hard with a delighted moan when your taste first coated his tongue. Your head threw back at the feeling of him attacking your clit in fast kitten licks, at the same time, his meaty index finger pressed to your entrance lubricating it to later thrust it in and massage your insides, his eagerness to taste you drove him away from your clit to slurp your juices hungrily once again, replacing his finger with his hot tongue, his big nose and moustache scratched the needy ache in your puffy nub deliciously. Dark jasper eyes were trained to your every expression, you could feel his smirk when he heard you moan his name like a god-damned prayer.

Gus groaned pleased at the feeling of your smaller hands tugging on his locks to rock yourself on his face, which was invitation enough to have him surprise you by lifting your thighs to push his himself further inside the mess of your hole, earning chorus of moans from your parted lips.

You knew the thigh grabbing would be a thing the moment he took your pants down and seemed to salivate at the sight of your legs. They were big and toned, years of training as the fastest and most agile member of the 141 task force made you build your legs like ones of a football player.

For Gus, you looked like a tasty treat. A goddess blessing him with the gift of a delicious wet cunt and the warmest embrace from your sexy thighs. He could die a happy man if you were to suffocate him between the wonderful warmth of your legs and the salty ocean of your pussy juices.

The Rican bit down hungrily at your inner thighs when he felt you clench them around his head once more announcing your approaching orgasm with desperate higher moans. Gus, ever the teasing bastard, denied your orgasm separating his hot tongue from your needy sex.

"W-wha-... What are you doing?" Frustration was plastered on your face when he smiled widely, his facial hair shone brightly lubricated with your sticky fluids, he cleaned them with the back of his hand, his tongue gave his hand a big lick afterwards making you huff and blush.

Gus rested his chin on your lower tummy, a handsome smile playing on his stupid teasing face when his hands massaged your abs feeling your rapid breaths. It was when your trembling hands grabbed his curly raven locks more firmly to force his mouth into your cunt that he grabbed your wrists halting you completely. "I want you to cum on my cock, corazón... If that's okay?" He clarified.

"What. Tired of the taste of pussy already, big boy?" You asked teasingly earning a hum from Gus who with a pussy-drunk look, winked you an eye saying "Never." In between throaty growls.

He lowered his head and burried his tongue deep inside your wet cavern again, this time thrusting his whole head against your pussy back and force making your whole body rock with his harsh movements. You had to bite down a scream covering your mouth muffling it, a moan of relief followed. Your pleasure-filled noises were music to his ears but also his sign to go back to being a complete asshole.

You growled in desperation when he begun unwrapping your legs from his neck denying your orgasm once more. Gus planted an apologetic kiss to your clit and moved your whole body with his strong arms so you were now kneeling on the cushion.

A laugh of surprise followed by a huff scaped his lips when you tangled yourself around him in a deadly grip making him lose his balance and fall backwards to the cushions with you now sitting on his still clothed erection, the friction made him clench his teeth in pleasure with a hiss.

"How the tables turn..." You said In a teasing purr, and he shivered, your body slowly lowers to his zipper's level. He lifted a little to help you pull his pants down with an excited chuckle.

Your toothy smile turned evil as your hands broke his hard cock from the confines of his black boxers. It stood proudly like a bloody missile ready for launching and explode your insides.

"There's my big boy..." You coo licking your lips.

He looked pleased with your reaction a shy smile replaced his smug facade. But soon he broke down from it and lifted a brow smirking at the ego boost.

"Come feel your big boy then, sargeant..." Gus must have thought you'd jump to his request of fucking you right now when he patted his right meaty thigh.

"Look at you, so smug." A yelp broke his cool demeanor when you hurriedly grabbed his dick by the base with both hands.

"Don't go thinking I won't have a taste first."

Gus looked at you like a starving man, almost regretful of his teasing. Almost.

You moved upwards leaning to his face, hands still firmly wrapped around his hard erection, he closed his eyes and parted his lips expecting a kiss. He looked angelic, his blushing cheeks gave him an air of innocence despite the strong arousal, but you had other plans, so you went to his right ear. Your lips kissed and nipped his lobe teasingly before you growled lowly. "You are testing my patience, i didn't take you for a fucking brat. Be a good boy and let me choke on that dick and NO teasing, or i swear to God you'll have blue balls for the rest of the day." Then you moved back to watch his handsome face.

He was looking at you in surprise blushing furiously. Gus' pupils went enormous eating the amber tone of his iris, his arousal did nothing but increase at your choice of words. A good boy huh? The Rican found himself growing painfully harder at the prospect of being your good boy. Your obedient boy toy always eager for your attention and affection.

His cock twitched at the annoyed look on your face. It was like a switch was triggered. He craved to change that look of displeasure at his previous teasing. To have you only look at him flushed and content, drunk in pleasure and delirious because of his affectionate ministrations, because of HIM. Him, the nobody Costa Rican cop who found his opportunity to change the world and took it, moving to London, fighting alongside the big dogs and now offering himself to the pleasure of his most admired muse. His Sargeant Hound.

In years of service he had never felt so devoted to anything that wasn't his dream of making this world a little brighter and less dangerous, but you... How your eyes sparkled in confusion at his prolonged silence but melted in warmth as his hands cupped your now flushed cheeks. He craved you. He needed to take you right now, to serve you as the good boy you wished him to be.

"Mi mamita hermosa..." Gus purred, his voice was syrup in your lips.

You kissed deeply and slowly, exchanging saliva and the aftertaste of your pussy fluids. He was a little conscious you'd find the action gross but then you kissed him back just as deeply, just as... As passionately. He felt warmth flutter on his chest.

When you parted your lips from each other, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, he whispered a plead.

"I'll be your good boy, please mami, forgive me..."

The pet name sounded so foreign to you, 'Mommy' was the correct translation for it, surprisingly it didn't upset you at all. You never though you'd get called mommy in this short of situation, but you were not opposed to it, in fact... You felt yourself clench around nothing and your ego skyrocket. You loved the change of demeanor a simple threat have caused on this big bear of a man.

"Do you want mommy to taste you, huh?" Your hands pumped his cock, the tip of it an angry shade of red, the first droplets of precum emerged from it's slit like tiny diamonds under the daylight. You looked at his member closely eating with your eyes every detail. From the barely trimmed dark hair from the three prominent veins that run through his length like rivers. Your mouth watered.

"It's all yours mami, please... Please let me feel you..."

No need to say it twice.

You were on your knees lapping the underside of his big iron cock, his eyes glimmered like gemstones kissed by the strong sunlight from the now fogged windows, Gus sighed entranced by the hypnotizing trail of kisses you laid all over his member, then you lowered yourself again to have your tongue eagerly licking and lips nipping down the base of his cock, right in the begining of his ball sack.

His lips parted as he was about to voice his encourages for you finally try and put his dick inside your pretty mouth, but you hushed him when your head shot upwards and your lips pressed against his aching tip. A surprised but delighted yelp quickly followed from Gus, his body jolting for a second.

You smiled up at him, he was unmoving, lips parted but silent and eyes looking down at you in heavy anticipation holding his breath.

The warmth of your mouth welcomed the first few inches of his cock, Gus groaned loudly forcing himself to not look away from you as he cried out in pleasure. He made a mental screenshot of the view of your pretty lips wrapped against his monstrous cock.

You felt powerful. To have a man as handsome as Gustavo Rodriguez furrow his brows in mind-breaking pleasure, but at the same time it wasn't enough. So you tried to force yourself to swallow pass more than half of his length which proved to be as difficult as it seemed if not more. Your throat clenched around his cock when you swallowed and kept lowering yourself, Gus already looked like he was about to cry, pass out or the two of them consecutively.

A grimace greeted you when you opened your eyes to look up at him, he looked to be in pain, a line of sweat shone from his forehead, but you knew better. Because when you started bobbing your head up and down slowly, from his lips erupted a line of praises and curses in a chocked Spanish.

Your controlled breaths, slurps and gagging sounds mixed with the SpecGru operator's moans made your arousal ACHE, so you roughly pushed one of his legs in between yours and started rubbing yourself on it staining his hairy leg with the ocean of pleasure your pussy was crying out. Gus almost cracked a smile at the irony of his sargeant Hound acting like a literal dog in heat humping his leg like crazy. The feeling of your thick thighs pressed together crushing his leg made him groan loudly pressing it harder to your weeping hole while you deliciously rubbed your clit against his tensed leg. You moaned at the feeling causing vibrations against his cock.

He quickly noticed how the rhythm of your humps and swallows synchronized so he moved his leg a little faster in hopes you'd do the same with your bobbing, but you, wicked little thing, kept to your pace, he guessed as a punishment for his teasing.

You spent a few seconds more chocking and gagging on his big fat cock, your jaw started to ache and your throat burned so you decided to give your mouth a brief break. You moved away followed by a cry of desperation from the needy man.

"Sorry love, might need some practice... It's been a while and you are pretty big." You apologized teasingly.

"Your mouth feels... Divina... Take your time, querida... Just don't-"

Don't stop? Oh honey.

Your hands went to toy with his cock making him suck in a breath. One went to massage his tip, he spasmed instantly at the overstimulation earning a chuckle from you, both of your hands worked rhythmically up and down his massive size. You increased the pace of your thrusts against his leg but never changed the steady one you kept to his cock, but you did squeeze it harder and he thanked you by giving you cheek an affectionate squeeze.

He looked so out of breath with his legs tensing and skin sweating, he hadn't stopped moaning, grunting and whimpering since you laid hands on him, the mere image of you touching him was driving the man insane in pleasure, like a virgin boy discovering porn for the first time.

Gus warm hand still on your cheek moved away his thumb when he pressed it teasingly on your lips, your tongue licked the pad of his finger in an invitation he took by entering his thumb inside your wet cavern massaging your eager tongue and exploring the hole he previously abused with his cock. You hummed giving him a light squeeze on his dick.

"Huff... Si. Right there, mamita... Agh- Don't... Don't stop..." He blessed you with delicious moans as you pumped him a little bit harder this time going into a faster pace. The rhythm of your hips now on sinc with the fast pumps your small hands gave to his cock.

His red tip begun weeping even more. The Puerto Rican tilts his head back with a loud groan, his pleasured whines compensated the loss of his eyes on you. He looked so fucking delicious your mouth started salivating, so you moved away from his thumb with a light pop! and lowered your head to twirl your tongue around his tip with a light hum increasing the pace of pumps once more and swallowed the excessive amount of precum that was pooling inside your mouth. One of your hands quickly cupped his balls as they bounced up and down then squeezed them lightly. Gus now rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, his orgasm quickly approaching and his hips moved to fuck your mouth following your hand movements.

"Si, si, si, yes... Fuck, FUCK!" The harder you sucked on his tip the more violently his thighs shook.

"(Y/n)... I'm close... Me corro! Shit!" His declaration was the final push you needed to start feeling your end quickly approaching. Your hips moved clumsily as you meowled into his cock, your clit getting mercilessly crushed against his shinbone, fighting your desperate moans was useless when your hips bucked against him chasing your end just as Gus was doing right now.

You both sang the song of love in pants, groans and choked moans until one of his hands shot to his mouth when he let out a quiet cry, the other went to your head pushing you to swallow his entire length to the brim, his happy trail tickled your nose, your eyes watered and you fought back a harsh choke. The feeling of your spasming pussy, quivering thighs and brain-melting orgasm broke your selfcontrol making you greedily push your mouth impossibly closer to his pelvis, then came bliss.

You came all over his leg, your eyes went blank as you were high in ecstasy, the taste of his seed cloud your senses. His big hands gripped your hair keeping you in place as you swallowed his love juices.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

You huffed in amusement, you feel sure this man has never cursed so much in such a short time.

Gus tries to calm his breathing, now looking at you move away from his softening sex and sit yourself straddling his thighs. His hands massaged your bare legs, amber eyes full of wonder and drunk affection stuck to your face, like he discovered a whole new world in the darkness of your pupils. He swallowed, breaking the momentary silence that broke between you two.

In a beat, warmth graced your left cheek when he cupped it tenderly with one of his hands the other squeezed your left thigh lightly. His face felt magnetic when you rested your forehead against his, both of your eyes closed you hum at the relaxing feeling of his strong hands caressing your skin. Yours mirrored the movement nuzzling his blushing cheeks, his stubble and finally you moved them to brush his hair backwards and scratch his scalp affectionately.

Gus was melting on the spot, humming softly along you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. How good your mouth felt on his cock, how warm and soft your skin was, and to your amusement, he apologized for cumming first and denying your release. You chuckled at this, but your laugh cut short when you felt the big bear of a man grinding upwards slowly.

His previously softening member now was hard as a rock once more and brushing your entrance with each lazy thrust in slight desperation. He gave you a pleading look, like he needed you to voice your approval.

You kissed him deeply instead when you slid his member inside your warm wet pussy, Gus wrapped both arms around you as you sank your hips as low as you could, his erection filling you perfectly. Moans of relief sound in unison, heaving chests moved against one another when you circled your waist, your walls squeezed him deliciously making him hiss and hug you tighter.

"Now's your chance papa bear..." You breathed out.

Gus took the encouragement to heart, both of his legs spread wide to accomodate you, his hands hurriedly pulled your shirt off until it was only one article of clothing that separated your bare body from the warmth of his body. You took your time to strip yourself from your bra enjoying every second of his pleasure-filled expression. Gus looked at you inspecting every inch of skin from your fully bare body.

You felt slightly shy under the weight of his full attention. You didn't feel bad towards your body, not anymore at least, it was littered in scars of different sizes and depths pretty much everywhere. Each one of them with different memories of past missions and unfortunate incidents, you could barely remember them all... At least your face and hands were miraculously intact.

Gus whispered something in his mother's tongue, something you couldn't quiet catch. Something along the lines of "Mi hermoso ángel de la guerra." And something more... But he didn't give you time to question when both of his arms went to wrap themselves around you again and his hips snapped upwards with so much force he punched all the air from your lungs.

The Rican showered you in praises you tried to register but couldn't with your loud broken moans and the force of his increasing pace. There was a particular thrust after he bucked a little to the right that kissed the mouth of your cervix making you whimper and bite your lip almost drawing blood. This man was mind-fucking you out of your senses.

His breath hitched, Gus' eyes were half lidded and almost blank losing his focus the more he felt you clench with his erratic thrusts, his moans were gone yet his mouth was still open. And you were no better, your breasts violently bounce up and down almost painfully with the force of his movements. One hand went to his shoulder and the other covered your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, your pussy had a firm grip on his cock. You really felt like you were ready to burst at any moment.

Gus hissed something in spanish under his breath, squelching noises echoed through the office as you started moving your ass meeting his thrusts, his balls clapped your cheeks with every buck of his hips, your moans turned into high-pitched cries of his name making the man reach his limit faster. His thrusts went clumsier and uncoordinated with your movements, the pure bliss of your walls squeezing him tight had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head and moaning your name back in gutural growls as if saying it would prolong the pleasure, and damn, it did.

He was fucking his sargeant, one of 141's most strongest soldier, he was claiming you, molding your insides with his length and practically using you as a flashlight when your body started to loose strength. Formalities were thrown out the fogged window, fuck titles, fuck rules, you clinged to each other like desperate lovers claiming their affection in a tango of naked limbs and a symphony of feral growls, moans and other sinful noises.

He pressed your lips together in a sloppy kiss when he felt your body tense then convulse, the loud cry that scaped you was quickly swallowed by him and that eager tongue you loved to choke on. And with a final thrust, you both came moaning into each other's mouths.

It was heavenly to feel this man fill you up again. It would have been greater if he was fully bare from waist up so you'd both be naked together pressing your sweaty skins against one another but you couldn't complain, not when your wishes of seeing him again like this were granted so quickly.

What you could complain about though was that your phone started vibrating from your pants' pocket that were carelessly thrown to the other side of the office a lifetime ago. You huffed and flopped yourself on Gus, who was now tracing circles on your back and kissing your shoulder tenderly, your sexes still conjoined, heavy breaths lulling your exhausted bodies into a state of sleepiness, and you weren't planning on moving any time soon. But big papa bear couldn't let his mommy sleep on work.

"Mamita, your phone..." His gruff voice spoke, a soft warning of your still buzzing phone, it prevented you from completely dozing off on the warm embrace you were sharing right now. You wined feeling like nibbling on his warm meaty arms, and you did as a way of punishment. Rodriguez giggled boyishly not expecting the ticklish attack on his biceps from the mouth he craved to devour again. "Ey ey! Come on, no biting, mami!" You smiled up at him and gave him an apologetic kiss to his arm.

The moment you moved to stand up with a groan, your sexes separated and a pool of cum cascaded out of your puffy cunt and you gasped loudly as it shot to the floor. Gus laughed breathlessly and seemingly as surprised as you.

"Ah mierda... I guess you got me too excited..."

"Really?" You smirked and laughed back sarcastically running to get your pants and phone not before cleaning your aching cunt with a napkin. "Good thing I'm on the pill or you would surely have-" You silenced yourself.

At first you were afraid that whatever you were about to say would turn the light mood into an awkward situation. And it did end the light mood but not in the way you expected.

Gus was facing you, a ghost of a smirk in the corner of half open mouth, eyes dark and full of desire, and you were sure yours sparkled the same way. His hands flexed on the edge of the couch and his soft dick turned half hard.

Did you just discover a new kink you both shared?

Did you really have a breeding kink? Isn't it too soon to jump into THIS kind of kinks? Fuck it, everything with Gus seemed so fast yet so exciting you didn't mind at all.

But those thoughts died when from the corner of your eye you spot Soap's name on your phone screen. And reading under his name from the non-stopping notifications you quickly noticed this man was warming you that the captain just left to fetch you and Rodriguez.

Gus widened his eyes at your panicked movements as you gathered your clothes to quickly put them on, he didn't blink twice before he was rushing to mirror your actions.

Under all the rustling of clothes your ears would have perked up at the quiet steps echoing through the hall slowly approaching the office. You were now fully clothed and ready to give Gus his beret when the man flopped to the floor violently scrubbing with the napkin you tossed to the table the little puddle of cum on the floor near Price's favorite carpet.

The door clicked open, Gus jumped up in a casual stance like he just finished admiring the weather outside as he discreetly opened the window to mask the slight scent of sweat and sex, you casually scratched your chin as if you were lost in thought when your other hand yanked the dirty napkins to toss them inside your pocket and the captain, thankfully not suspecting anything, whistled at you lowly asking if the kid behaved.

"He did his homework like a good boy." You teased playfully slapping Gus right on his left ass cheek, he yelped blushing furiously but nodding nonetheless. His big hand massaged his butt giving you a shy look with a nervous smile.

"Good, because Baseplate's back and he needs his whole squad on the training field at four. If you haven't eaten yet, I suggest you do it now."

"Baseplate!? I thought team leader would be coming next week. Thank you for informing me captain. T-the reports were successfully fixed, and thank you for your help, Sargeant Hound." You chuckled mockingly as Gus gave you a formal salute before going for the exit.

"Gustavo." You called.

"You forget your beret, soldier."

Yet again.

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Cooking anything was the cherry on top for the magnific morning Gus just had. It didn't matter if Soap had him pranked into hours of work at Price's office, after all, he got to spend time with you. And inside you. Heh.

And now he craved to have a celebratory dish and hopefully save some for you if you were willing to try a bite. A fluttering feeling made him smile and humm some tune at the thought cooking something for you. Back on the other base in Germany where they previously served at, he took a habit of cooking for his team. Memories of his home flew back to him , he remembered his younger self when he used to cook for his parents, his sister's family and his grandmother. For Gus food was love. And who was better to share it with than his teammates and his new trainer?

He was about done when he passed two plates behind him for his two best friends to take and he lastly served himself leaving the rest on the pan.

"Are you paying attention?"

Reyes took a large chunk of his food to his mouth and Nova squinted in repulsion. "Mate, grab a fork-"

"Lafayette is coming to the bar tonight, i need someone at the base to keep track on the bastard of Baseplate, make sure he doesn't follow me or some shit-"

"Isn't that him on the door?" Gus joked. And Reyes jumped from his chair almost knocking all the plates.

"Not cool, brother. Don't joke about Baseplate being an ass if you two are still up for the secret plan i made..."

"We don't even know what the whole thing is about!" Nila squawked.

"My sweet Nova. Tonight I'll show you two what you two obviously were missing in highschool. You got the recipe of the brownies I've sent you, Rodri?"

Gus took his time to swallow the food he was munching and nods at Reyes.

"Enzo, is this about the uh..." He coughs and with a weary look whispers at his brother in arms "You know.... About the oregano...?"

Reyes smirked at the other man, hastily finished the little food he had on his plate, stood up and went to the sink. "Why the hell would I call a meeting with the angsty teenager of my cousin to the nastiest bar in the street in such worrisome hours of the night if not for some top quality weed?"

Nova threw him a glare and Gus shook his head in quiet disapproval.

"You give me all the disapproving-parent's eyes all you want. I don't hear any of you complaining about watching one of those stupid cartoons Gus likes while feasting on happy brownies!"

"We are talking about getting high inside a military base. We RECENTLY fought cartel and all you think about right now is to celebrate with-... With-... Gus, you tell him."

Nova looked back at Gus for support, the Rican seemingly put on the spot barked at Reyes. "Okay uh, first off. Sargeant Keroro isn't a stupid cartoon, it's art. And the recipe you sent me is for a simple chocolate brownie! You insult me hermano... You really think i can't cook a stupid brownie without using una tonta recipe?"

Nova had to take deep breaths to not slap Gus on the face as the man rambled about his cooking skills and his favorite childhood show to a grinning Reyes who was now trying to steal Nova's food as he fake-listened to Rodriguez.

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It was two o'clock and you had already informed your captain about your morning with Mactavish and Rodriguez, including the latter's wish for being trained by you. Price pondered on his request, he seemed to formulate a mental opinion but before sharing anything he asked what your thoughts were.

"It'll help me get back on track. I'll take responsibility of his training and soon enough wake my sore body from months of doing absolutely nothing. Think of it as giving a child an egg to take care of it for a week as a way to improve their responsibility and attentiveness." Price chuckled at the comparison but encouraged you to keep going.

"I've been away for quiet some time, you know well i can handle myself. And besides, I've been your trainee for a while, why not switch roles?" He didn't look too convinced now.

"Tell you what, we'll see how Gus does during training. If I like what I see, I'll adopt the egg."

"You keep calling the man your egg, it won't change the fact that you also need SpecGru's team leader's permission. I won't deny it, I'm surprised you'd want to train anyone! But I'm not against it either. Though, (y/n)... Remember to watch out for yourself as well."

He went on for a while with one of his long monologues about your mental health and stability in the field.

Price was not as eager as Ghost about you dropping out of your two-month vacation. He believed you still needed some time. He has always been too overprotective over you, wether he viewed you as a pupil or as his own daughter you didn't mind because admit it out loud or not, Ghost was right. You couldn't stay in the sidelines forever.

Going to your dorm's bathroom to freshen up from the deliciously messy encounter with Gus and take a clean change of clothes, your stomach rumbles in protest.

You left your room after putting much lighter clothes matching the hot weather outside and went to knock on Gaz's room. You two usually went to eat together but this time it looks like your drama sister had left a little sooner.

"The betrayal!" You whisper-yelled when the second knock went ignored.

To the kitchens it is. Alone, Gazless and starving. At least your sexual appetite was successfully satiated.

Walking downstairs and through the halls your hunger started getting more annoying, the lack of breakfast was twisting your stomach painfully, sadly for you, Gustavo's love juices were not considered a balanced breakfast. At some point you expected you would run into Soap checking if you two actually got caught since you practically left him on read, but you found none of your 141 peers on sight. Ah well...

They were probably stuffing themselves full of the few extra portions of apple pie Price hid for you.

Arriving to the kitchenette's doors you heard some voices from where you stood. Three voices, one of them you recognized instantly as the Costa Rican. A playful smirk instantly planted itself on your face.

When the voices had quietened down a bit, you stepped inside and as soon as you closed the door behind you someone rushed to get out almost pushing you against the wall with the force of their speed. You stood there baffled.

There, hanging on the side table rested Nila Brown, or by her codename Nova. She, along with Rodriguez snapped their heads to you, Nova gave you a curt nod and kept to her conversation with Gus who now pretended to be listening as he finished washing the dirty plates he just used internally screaming at your presence.

"Sorry about that, sargeant."

"What the hell was that? A human-shaped bullet?" You playfully said walking to the fridge keeping their light mood up a little uncomfortable with the formalities.

Nova sighed readjusting her bun. "Baseplate has arrived, so now Reyes is on a mission to NOT run into him." Gus discreetly elbowed her arm lightly.

You weren't sure whether to ask or not, so you shrugged grabbing yourself a cold drink, Nova and Gus were glad you didn't ask.

Said man gave Nova another nudge with a look of urgency pleading her to leave, she looked at him puzzled but complied looking at the new plate he was serving. Her smile and light head shake was enough answer for Gus to sigh relieved, the pilot left the kitchenette and you two along with it.

"Hmm, that smells good. What are you cooking?"

"I um, it's a little invention! I actually saved some for you, miss Hound."

"A way to a woman's heart is through the stomach, huh? Very clever, Rodriguez." You teased.

He looked so silly wearing his uniform AND a white apron with "kiss the cook" badly scribbled on it. When you pointed it out he chuckled saying it was a gift from Soap in exchange for his meals and that led you to ask some questions about his love for cooking. The conversation was light and casual as he prepared the small table for you, ever the gentleman, it was like what happened less than an hour ago never occurred.

"So, you didn't answer my question. What am I eating, chef Ramsay?"

Gus laughed at the little nickname and apologized for forgetting the question. The plate looked and smelled delicious. He explained it was some short of meat pie with melted cheese wrapped in something called polenta. Whatever that was, it had a bright yellow color and it looked like mashed potatoes.

"Polenta! It's made out of uh, sémola de maíz. Hold on." You gave him your phone with Google translator already awaiting him, he smiled sweetly at the gesture. "Thank you, mamita. Let's see uh... Corn flour. Yeah makes sense. The rest is simply meat with veggies, the stuffing of any meat pie and i added cheese. I-I asked Sargeant Mactavish for his permission to use it, he said that as long as I share some he didn't mind!"

You laughed eating your freshly cooked meal, it tasted devine. Gus said that it needed some salt but everything tasted so perfect you didn't add nor avoid anything from the plate. The moment you first dig the fork into it and see the strings of melting cheese attached to the piece as you slowly lifted your fork, you fell in love.

Your mouth watered when he excitedly urged you to take a bite with a look of anticipation and glee, like a child preparing his first sandwich for his parent to try.

The moment you took a bite a pleased moan fell from your closed lips, Gus could have cried and/or popped a boner right then and there. He sat next to you, one hand on his lap and the other supporting his cheek as he dreamily enjoyed the view of you stuffing your face like a hamster with the polenta-meat pie. Funny how they laughed and joked around when Reyes grossly ate anything, and now Gus was completely mesmerized at your inhumane display of eating, you looked like a starving animal who hadn't eaten for days.

You honestly didn't care, the meat pie with polenta was your new favorite dish, and your stomach growled with force at the delicious smell and taste.

"O-Oh! By the way, speaking about sargeant Mactavish... He told me to tell you that he uh, he took some box lieutenant Ghost had for you? He said something about you meeting him before training."

"Holy shit,"

The bastard-

Soap actually had the balls to go rob Ghost. And not only that, but rob GHOST'S OFFICE. Were all Scottish people that mad and hungry for danger?

You guessed that Jhonny being close to Ghost figured he was keeping something very important on his office when he saw Laswell giving him your package.

Soap had been trying to get inside your "secret club" with Gaz (and in some weird occasions, Ghost) in which you would stick your noses in everyone's life inside the base and basically gossip and theorize about anything and everything, like grannies discussing their neighborhood dramas. Kyle had strictly told you not to let John join because he was one loud mouth and you agreed completely. You loved him like he was your little brother, but man, the guy sucked ass keeping secrets, so obviously you always told him no when he ran to you two with "juicy material" he obviously always made up to persuade you into letting him in.

Talking about the gossip club... It's been a long time since you last talked with Garrick about everyone's business. God you missed going to his room and enjoy your nightly teas, snacks and deliciously inappropriate conversations about everyone's personal life.

Anyway, back to the present. Soap was about to get his ass whooped, but at least you got to see and use your mask against Simon's grumpy ass order of not using it out of missions.

"I gotta fly then..."

"Now? I mean..."

You gave Gus a sweet knowing smile when you took your plate and everything else to the sink and got ready to clean it, he was quick to shoo you away saying he would take care of the cleaning.

"You are an amazing cook, Gus. Who knows, maybe you picked the wrong job."

"Ha ha. I only need to improve my hand-to-hand combat, that's why I asked for help from the greatest badass i know! Mi vida, you haven't seen me in action yet."

"We'll see how you do in training later, also don't forget to ask mama hen for his permission. I can't train you without Baseplate giving the okay."

Gus bit his lower lip with a spaced out look already machining something. "Yeah I got it, i'll take care of that. Also, don't forget Soap's lunch box! I-it's right there, it has some polenta too."

You winked and clicked your tongue taking the blue lunch box and thanking him for everything.

Just when you were about to leave a big hand wrapped around your bicep lightly pulling you back.

"Ey, Hound. Forgettin' something?" Gus said in a seductive voice giving you a shiver you played off by turning around with a twirl.

"Well, i have Soap's pastel de carne con polenta. So unless it's a kiss goodbye..." You insinuated with a playful pout he mirrored cutely approaching you and wrapping both of his arms around your waist, your hands found the sides of his face and squeezed his cheeks affectionately.

"Mmmm maybe... Kiss the cook?" he joked in a low chuckle planting a peck on the tip of your nose. Gus was so sweet he was going to give you cavities. You pretended to take a moment to ponder the request.

"Si. Bésame, papa bear." You said in a raspy voice, his chuckle was silenced when your mouths pressed together and bodies entwined.

The amount of warmth that embraced Gus' heart was so intense he felt like he would pass out right there. If only you knew the effect you had on him when you did so much as speak in Spanish, if only you knew the effect one kiss from you did to his body.

"Papa bear huh?"

"You did call me mommy, does that upset you, big boy?"

He groaned biting your lower lip and squeezing your ass cheeks.

"Claro que no, mamita. Makes me want to devour you like one." Gus said attacking your neck in sweet kisses that had you giggling and squirming from his strong grasp.

He bit his lip trying to suppress a big grin when you pulled away holding the lunch box tightly to your chest.

"Remind me to buy bear spray then! I'm too young and crazy to get eaten by a big horny bear-man!"

"Wouldn't you like to get eaten by one though, mi vida?" He shot back wiggling his brows.

You rolled your eyes and turned around once more resuming your walk out of the kitchen but not before yelping at the feeling of Gus swatting your ass with a clean kitchen rag laughing like a Disney villain. A clear vendetta of the previous ass slap you gave the poor Rican right in front of the captain.

"Fair!"

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[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 5: 

"You better pray I don't get up this time round."

Debri | pinned down | "It's broken."

Fandom: Owl House (canon divergence)

Prompt used: Debri, Pinned, "Its broken."

So honestly, no idea where this one stands timeline wise, cause I moved so much around. So its just like… its own timeline, so please bare with me and go with the flow. It shouldn't be too confusing hopefully, but basically; after the portal was destroyed but before the day of Unity, however literally everything that happened before and in between is up in the air order wise lol. So enjoy some Luz angst  

Also, I guess as a PS: sorry for the spacing lol, after last year im writing everything in google then posting and fixing the spacing for the whole thing... meh. If people complain I'll try lol.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

…

The Isles, by normal human standards, were a terrifyingly dangerous place. Luz, despite her human title, was far from normal- no matter how much the world wanted her to be- and found the Isles both weird and positively fantastic! Even with all the mortal danger and stuff. 

She'd done a lot here, been through a lot, stuff no one at her old school would believe. Still, no matter how much she's seen and experienced, some things still surprised her. But this time��� this time she was alone. And boy was she in trouble. 

The fight had been her fault. Despite what they'd all been through, there were still some things they just… didn't talk about. And when things are bottled up, they're bound to explode eventually. But it's no excuse, she shouldn't have said what she said, shouldn't have yelled, and shouldn't have run off. She loves her friends, her family in this place far from her mom, and yet she always manages to ruin everything. And now, she supposed she was getting what she deserved. 

They'd been on a little trip of sorts- Willow, Gus, Amity, Hunter and herself- Luz thinks it may have had something to do with the emperor but she'd been… distracted lately. When Luz had turned to run after their fight, she's pretty sure the others flew off- they had their staff's, Luz had caught a ride with Amity because Eda needed Owlbert, so Luz was stranded, she's so stupid… she deserved it- and it was a good thing too apparently. That meant they were out of danger, and that Luz would die the most anticlimactic death ever after all she'd been through. 

Well, she supposed what led up to it wasn't like… completely boring. But she's also mad at herself for letting this all happen after she started a stupid fight because she's terrible-

She'd run off, into forest-y darkness, eyes wet but cheeks dry- she refused to cry, she couldn't, she wouldn't stop if she started and she feared she didn't have enough, that she didn't deserve to cry- and hadn't stopped until she was forced to. The trees were dense here, but that wasn't what stopped her, no it was the demon's trap. A simple little snare shed stepped in, that dragged her up to a crude little house in the trees. 

The demon itself wasn't unlike Grometheus. A grotesque formless thing that seemed to peer into Luz's very soul, but unlike the Grom monster, this thing did not change into her deepest fears but rather ranted in a cliche crotchety voice about Luz and her fellow trespassers being its next meal. Then proceeded to- in great detail- describe the process of how it'd eat them. Luz got lost about 2 seconds in when the words failed to either translate or compute with her brain, but it sounded like a truly awful way to go out. (but at least it wouldn't have been a boring headstone.)

Luz would blame the blood rushing to her head for her delayed reaction of fighting back- because it was far better than the reality- but as soon as she registered that the demon was going to hunt her friends down, she pulled some glyphs out and fought back. And truly, this thing was far easier to fight than Grometheus, despite its quick reflexes, but Luz had not taken into account the house's whereabouts. One wrong ice pillar, one hit to the support holding this house up, one second to panic, before the whole place crumbled and Luz's world went dark.

Waking up had been met with pain, and a bit of surprise at waking at all. She'd thought for sure the fall would kill her one way or the other, but no, she woke to find the sky a darker color, the remnants of the house broken around her, and her inability to move. Between the debri of the house itself, and the branches of the trees that had come with it, Luz was truly and utterly pinned, trapped, and buried. And after that fight… and the fact that even she didn't know where she was, there was no way she'd be found any time soon. She would die here, from her injuries no doubt- she was in too much pain, she felt like a dog that's been hit by a semi- and sure she deserved it, but… she wished she had left on a better note. To tell her friends she hadnt meant any of it, that she was sorry, that it's all her fault. 

Something creaks, crashes, a dirt cloud fills the air and she cant help her cough, despite the agony that rips through her,

"It's broken." She had really hoped to never hear that voice again, "My home, you broke my home!" The screech is ear splitting, and Luz can barely see- is it blood, dust, or hair in her eye she cant tell- but she can feel the debri tremble as the Demon lumbers about, throwing things, rifling through the chaos-

Looking for Luz. 

Well… she supposed she might get a notable ending after all. 'Here lies Luz the Human, killed by her own stupidity, and an angry demon.' Hm, her mama will hurtle a chancla at Luz's spirit when she hears. 

Another screech fills the air and the weight on top of Luz gets impossibly heavier, despite herself she cant help the wet scream that rips from her throat as something moves that shouldn't. She wonders idly if a rib can bend enough to rip through her back, though she supposes she shouldn't be alive long to feel it if that's the case.

A silence rings after her scream, and she bites her lip hard enough to bleed in the hopes the Demon had not heard, or at least couldn't find the direction of it. Instead a cackle fills the air, the stuff around her trembles, and Luz knows she's been found. 

"There you are child, come, it's time for dinner!" The emphasis on dinner is not needed, but Luz can appreciate a bit, even a fatal one. 

As more and more debri is moved, she comes face to face-ish once again with the demon. Ironically, even if she wasn't quite literally pinned, she thinks that stare would do the same, there's a finality to it. 

She hopes everyone will be okay. She hopes King won't be too sad, that Eda won't blame herself, that Odalia will eat dirt before the others arrive back to town, she… hopes for so many things she has no time to hope about, because appendages are forming from the blob and she knows the process is about to begin- even if she doesn't even know what the dang process is!

"Step away from our friend!" 

Awe, they still call me fr-

Wait,

"Guys! What-" her shocked response to their arrival is cut off by another shriek, this close it has her ears ringing painfully and with no hands to cover them, she simply hopes her eardrums are okay. 

Willow and Amity take the lead, Gus taking up the rear, the demon stumbling backwards as they distract it from Hunter's arrival by Luz's side. 

"Titan… hold on, I'll figure out how to get this off you-" 

"You guys came." She mutters it, against her better wishes, but with teary eyes she stares up at Hunter as he looks at her in shock.

"Of course we did. Just cause we fought doesn't mean we would leave you here." He seems hurt by her words so she forces her voice to work.

"I deserved this, I was so mean, I didn't mean any of it, i'm sorry, I-" 

"You did not deserve this!" He takes a breath to calm himself, focusing again on trying to lift stuff, "We all said stupid things, and it's obvious there are underlying problems, we will talk it out later. But right now you need help, and I have no idea what's NOT broken." 

"I love you guys." 

"Yeah yeah" the blush on his face says what he can't and Luz lets a sense of safety wash over her. 

It'd be fine, even if it was broken, they'd fix what was broke.

[reddragon30000]

Hurting

Another snippet that will end up on AO3 at some point. Will be part of 'The Captain and the Operator'.

As soon as the image of the Lotus had faded, the Tenno slumped against the wall, sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor.

Despite how the Lotus had tried to comfort her with her words, Red felt more isolated than ever.

Shivering slightly as silent tears streamed down her face, the Tenno vaguely registered a blanket being wrapped around her securely.

A warm hand rested heavily on her head, while a calloused thumb wiped away her tears.

The Captain watched the Tenno fall apart in front of her and found herself at a loss. Previously, she had always sneered at those displaying compassion and empathy, seeing them as weaknesses.

However, now she wanted nothing more than to wipe away the emptiness and distress that was displayed on the Tenno's face.

Frowning slightly, Phasma sat down on the bunk. Staring down at the girl on the floor for a moment, the Captain ordered:

"Child, look at me."

The words were an order, but the tone was the most gentle that Red had ever heard from the aggressive Captain.

The Tenno's head rose jerkily, and Phasma reached out slowly, cupping the Tenno's face. As before, she wiped away some tears and said slowly:

"It is true what the Lotus said, you are not alone. You may feel isolated now, but you know me now. I will never leave you. Do you understand?"

Still unable to speak, the Tenno nodded slowly. Smiling slightly in reassurance, the Captain reached down, hauling the Tenno off the floor with one arm.

Placing her clumsily into her lap, Phasma struggled to stay upright as Red suddenly flung her arms around the Captain's neck, burying her face into her shoulder. Worried that the Tenno would fall off her lap, the Captain awkwardly wrapped her arms around her.

She knew the girl was still crying, as her shoulder was starting to become damp, but the Tenno's sobs were utterly silent.

This display of such raw grief worried Phasma. It was clear the girl felt far more isolated now than she ever had before. It was almost cruel in a way; having a message from her mother at last, only to be forcibly reminded that it could take months until regular communication could be established.

There was not much the Captain could do to fix this. She would do the only thing she could do, remain a constant in the Tenno's life while she was on the ship, making sure at least one part of her life remained stable.

She felt the child tremble a little against her shoulder, and absently tightened her embrace.

A small whimper interrupted the Captain's thoughts, along with a voice so quiet that the Captain barely heard it.

"Phasma…I'm scared…"

Phasma looked down at the Tenno in surprise. It was the first and only time she had ever heard the girl use her name.

Even in private, she still addressed her as 'Captain', despite having permission to use her name in such a situation.

The Captain replied gently:

"I know. There is nothing wrong with that, girl, especially in your situation."

Phasma firmly lifted the Tenno's head, cupping her chin.

"Yet you know I will do everything I can to protect you, to help you. Do you understand?"

Red nodded shakily. The Captain smiled a little.

"Good girl."

The Captain let go of the Tenno's face, her smile widening as the girl buried her face in her shoulder. It wasn't long before Phasma felt the Tenno's go limp against her, and knew she had fallen asleep.

[truly-morgan]

[A-die's replacemen (18+)]

ChaoLiu | Mo Dao Zu Shi cw: one-sided incest 12-07-2021

[#chaoliu, fun time turned slightly angsty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯] (NSFW) (cw: (one-sided) incest)

It wasn't anything new for wc, than to call wzl to his room, everyone was used to the young master being so demanding of their sect leader's bodyguard. but little did anyone really know what wc was doing with wzl behind those closed doors, hidden by silent talisments. or rather what he was letting wzl do to him.

Sure, he had a loud mouth and wasn't really discreet about sleeping with anyone he found good, but sometimes he wanted someone else to be in charge, he wanted to feel a different kind of pleasure and wzl was there for it, he clearly didn't mind it either.

the first time it happened it was some rather angry and drunken (at least, he was drunk) sex. he couldn't even tell what had pushed him to provoke wzl, nor did he know what made the man act either (he had searched for the man limit and it seemed like he could go with anything).

He may not remember how it started, but he remembers how it felt. The feeling of being pinned down under someone else, strong hands keeping him in place has hips rapidly slapped against his bottom. hot breath against his nap, noise barely escaping the man's mouth.

It had felt really good and he wasn't going to stop doing it because he wasn't the one doing the ponding (tho it did take a hot moment for him the realise he did enjoy taking it from behind).

But being treated that way also allow for something wc had tried to hide for years now to resurface again. when he couldn't see wzl, he could very well imagine anyone else doing what wzl was doing and his mind would betray him with images of someone he /should not/ be thinking about at such a moment.

But he had decided that if no one knew, maybe he could allow these thoughts to for as long as their little session was going on, after which he would banish them to the back of his mind again to not come back (until the next time he called wzl).

He was careful, so what could go wrong? Well, not being careful enough was what could happen.

"A-die" he had moaned out loud without realising it, realisation settling in only once wzl movement had stopped behind him.

He immediately paled at this. He was so screwed, he had left his shameful secret out. He was about to try and crawl away from under wzl, ready to lie about whatever just happened when he suddenly heard whispered against his ear "chao'er".

The voice sends a shiver down his spine, confused by how similar it sounded to his father.

How could wzl imitate his voice so closely? this coupled with the way he called him (which he didn't allow many people to do like so) made him flush a bit when he realised just how excited he had gotten at that, slightly shaking under wzl skilled hand.

wzl who is usually always so silent was now a bit more talkative, keeping that imitation, calling wc name and praising him on how good he was being for a-die.

the imitation was not perfect, but his brain was pleased enough by it to imagine easily his father doing all the things wzl was doing to him. He didn't understand /why/ wzl played along like this, but he wouldn't complain about it either.

It was probably one of the best things he ever did with wzl, leaving him foggier at the end, barely registering wzl helping him wash.

the following days he slightly avoided the man, while simultaneously spying on him to make sure he wouldn't tell anyone about his secret.

It was only when he called for wzl again to try and threatened him to not say anything that he really saw the man again.

He was ready to use threats to make him keep his mouth shut, but was surprised when instead he felt someone in his back, body flush to his. He was about to protest when he heard him call him in this voice again and it made his knee weak.

He startled a bit when a blindfold was placed over his eyes, hand shooting up to take it off. "Why don't you trust your a-die chao'er? I promise everything will be alright, you trust me right?"

This made his breath hitch a bit. Of course, he trusted his father.

With the blindfold on and having barely seen wzl since he got there, it was easier to fully imagine wrh being the one carrying him back to the bed with seemingly no effort. It was easier to imagine that those large hands were wrh ones. that the nails scraping against him were the same that usually look rather threatening. It was easier to lose himself in that fantasy of his and if this was what wzl was ready to do with him, then so be it, they would role-play his deepest fantasy.

He would let his "a-die" take him any way he preferred, sometimes even pushing him to be a bit rougher than he was. He would flush at the dirty demands coming from his "a-die", embarrassed to be asked (even tho he is sure he has asked some of these himself in the past), yet always doing them.

Sometimes he would feel a bit bad afterwards, knowing he shouldn't be doing something like this, but on the other hand, he knew he could never have the one he really wished to have. It was ridiculous to even think it could happen.

so instead of feeling bad about it, he decided that it was at least /less/ bad than actually sleeping with his father, at least it couldn't really cause much of a scandal if people discovered he was sleeping with wzl.

His calling for wzl had usually been an occurrence happening every few weeks when he felt like it as he would either be with his wife (which was now nearly forgotten about) or go to some brothel. It did stir some questions from others, but no one really dared to ask either of them what was happening.

This time it did really reach wrh. The man had been slightly suspicious of what kind of relationship his son had started with his bodyguard but had decided to turn a blind eye to it.

It all seemed like an occasional thing and wasn't too much of a problem, yet this could be a problem if wc couldn't even get one kid out of his wife. He didn't exactly care for what wc did and with whom, but he at least wanted him to have one kid.

He did ask wzl about it and the man was, for one of the very rare times where it would happen, seemingly keeping back some information from him.

"I simply want to know if you have that kind of relationship with my son," he asked again.

"Only physical" the man replied.

wrh hummed at this, looking at him, knowing he wasn't lying. "Though it does seem like you went to chao'er quarter late in the night rather frequently lately, is my son doing bad with his wife?"

"I do not believe so"

"Then how come it seems like you are the only one he ever wants?"

there was a slight silence again, wzl looking at him. This made him realise he might have promised wc to not tell him anything, which was really amusing.

"I can show you" the man finally said, as if this was better than telling him.

wrh did arch a brow at that, not expecting his man to suggest he watch his son having sex with another man, but he was curious enough to know what could even cause him to suggest that.

So he did just that, following wzl the next time he was called over by wc.

he waited a bit before finally entering, hiding his presence and going to sit on a couch facing the bed.

He could perfectly see how wc was already greedily riding wzl, back against the older man's chest and facing him, showing him everything. He doesn't really see what is special about all this, other than his son riding another man while being blindfolded.

Then this is when he clearly hears wzl talk in a voice close to his. It doesn't take him by surprise (they have used this skill of wzl in the past) but it does make him raise a brow and smile slightly amused at that, wondering why the man would imitate him in a situation like this.

Then he whispers something he cannot quite catch and his son moan, calling out to him. not wzl. /him/.

This does surprise him a little bit, as he did not expect it to happen, yet the peculiar scene continues and wc calls out for him more, begging for more from him and clearly drowning in the pleasure and praises wzl gives him with /his/ voice.

Now he can understand why wc wouldn't want wzl to tell him what this was all about.

He doesn't exactly know what to do with this information. It does make for an interesting view (it is not every day you would see your son riding another man while calling out for you), but he also has never seen wc as more than his son and doesn't plan on being more than a spectator for this time.

ah, but he supposed it is good then if wzl takes such good care of his son, this would not cause any problem like this.

although... he might come to watch the show again in the future.

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(I swear I have no clue how to finish this or where to go with it. All I had in mind at work was wzl fucking wc while imitating wrn so he can have his secret love in a way)

Original

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

" Captain ? " From behind Morgan, Atlas quietly cleared his throat, both to notify the captain of his presence and in vain effort to toss aside any of the nerves that may have irrationally seized hold of him.

" I know I haven't been the best at keeping track of time, but I did manage to mark off some important dates, and, well, it seemed odd to bypass this one without doing anything ... " Drawing a small box from his pocket, he held it out to Morgan. " It's small, but ... Happy Valentine's Day, Captain. "

Said box, as small and unassuming as it was, contained some glass that Atlas had managed to warp into the shape of a crescent moon. Left clear at one end and tainted yellow at the other, the colours ( or lack thereof ) faded together, creating a shining shadow if the trinket were to be hung near a light source ... the perfect decoration for a window once the colony was soundly set up.

Being stuck in an infinite loop of the same twelve to twenty-four hours -to the surprise of absolutely no one- fucked up with a person's perception of time. January had barely felt like it happened, and now it was February? What the shit? Time chugging along as it was supposed to granted progress, which granted peace. Finally, finally Morgan could breathe, confident in the fact that, somehow, they had managed to fix everything.

Hot chocolate infused with strawberry flavoring was the drink of choice as they lounged in their cabin, skimming over progress and botanical reports from down on the planet's surface. Atlas' almost meek greeting shook them out of their reverie. In a way, it was a relief that Atlas was having the same problems with time keeping as they were (was it selfish to think that way?). Unlike Morgan, however, he seemed to actually pay attention to holidays. Shit, they had barely even registered it when Mack wished them a Very Happy Birthday Slash Valentine's Day with enough saccharine sweetness to make anyone else's teeth ache. In stark contrast, the gift Atlas had presented was... stunning. Morgan's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as they held it up to the florescent lighting. The artificial light of the ship absolutely did not do it justice. Morgan's heart leapt into their throat. Since when did Atlas know how to blow, stain and shape glass? Had they even bothered to ask what his hobbies were? Surely, their eccentric-but-still brilliant Head Engineer had passions outside of designing and building starships. "I love it," Morgan signed, barely not to let the trinket slip out of their hands. They held up a finger and ducked back into their office, digging through drawers until they found what they had been looking for: a simple macrame dreamcatcher done in stark white thread. The tree of life pattern wasn't anything particularly elaborate, nor was the twisting, lace-like knotwork dangling from the bottom curve of the hoop. They had started it after hearing Atlas wake up screaming from a nightmare one night, and had been planning on giving it to him. A way to tell him that Morgan was thinking about him.

(And maybe it was too intimate a gesture, but their dynamic had irreversibly shifted. How did you go back to being just crewmates after embracing each other through the end of the known universe?) "I don't know if you believe in dreamcatchers, and whatnot," They began uncertainly. "It will look cool on your wall at least? I don't know."

[ashc-from-ao3]

May I have this dance

Matt Murdock x reader

Your relationship with Matt Murdock was strictly professional, even if you did harbour some pretty strong feelings for the blind lawyer. You had met only six months ago and almost instantly you felt a spark. The only problem was, Matt was your boss and friend, and he didn't seem to feel the same spark you did. After a particularly hard day at work you started heading home, your apartment wasn't too far from the office so you didn't worry about running into any trouble, as per usual you made it home without even tripping on the curb.

Once you were inside your apartment you decided you needed some stress relief. This came in th form of a little alcohol and blasting music as loud as you could without being yelled at by the others in the apartment building. Thankfully most were either partying teens who loved the loud music, or elderly people who couldn't hear it anyway. You started dancing around the living room of your apartment, just enjoying the way the music made you feel, alive and free, not a care in the world.

You made the mistake of closing your eyes during a particularly powerful part of the song. A moment later you has tripped on your coffee table and ended up on the floor with a broken glass of alcohol. A soft, startled scream had been the only sound you made in your decent. You just lay on the floor bleeding and pouting.

"Ow! That hurt Mr Floor" it was safe to say at this point you were at least a bit tipsy, you struggled to your feet to get a cloth to clean up the mess and to turn off your music, you were mumbling nonsense to yourself about "abusive floors" and "alcohol is meant to be drunk not spilled in the floor." A moment later the sound of a window sliding open caught your attention, you gasped dramatically and ducked behind your couch to hide from whoever it was. A moment later a voice you recognized well reached you.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you okay? I know you're here, please answer me." Surprisingly, while the sound of the window opening had immediately registered the voice of whoever was in your room took a while, sure you recognized it, but placing it was a lot harder.

"(Y/n)?! Are you okay?" This time a slight note of panic entered the intruder's voice and somehow that was what got you to place it. You peeks out from behind the couch to see Matt in his Dare Devil uniform, the lawyer had told you who he was just after he had saved a little girl at the same time you were trying to lend a hand.

"M-m......MATT!" The lawyer cringed at your voice then chuckled.

"Well I'm glad you remember me, I heard you scream and I wanted to make sure you were okay....I guess I know why you screamed now."

"I was drinking and dancing and I tripped......why don't you like me Matty?" The question had caught the blind man off guard for a moment, he quickly regained his composer then answered.

"On the contrary (Y/N) I do like you, I like you very much....I'm just scared you'd be hurt, used against me if anyone ever found out about...this" you giggled a bit and nodded drunkly.

"You like me, you like me, you like me!" Matt laughed at your drunk attitude and walked over to you, he gently took your hand and tried to lead you to your bedroom.

"Come on, you need to sleep. You can have the day off tomorrow to." Matt was a little surprised when you shook your head and grumbled,

"Wanna dance Matty, dance wif me" Matt sighed a little but nodded, if he danced maybe you'd sleep. He playfully bowed, then offered his hand.

"May I have this dance?*" you giggled and gave Matt your hand, after that everything was a bit of a blur. You remember dancing, then falling asleep while dancing, after that there was nothing until the next morning. When you woke up it was to warm, strong arms around your middle. After a moment of "oh my gosh, I did something...or someone dumb" you turned and hesitantly peaked at who was in your bed, you smiled softly when you saw the hazel eyes of one Matthew Murdock.

"You stayed?" Matt hummed softly and nodded.

"'Course I did, you were drunk and demanding I dance with you. You fell asleep during a very messy tango." A blush and a headache both bloomed at the same time, you gently rubbed your forehead and murmured.

"Please tell me you're joking" Matt laughed softly and kissed your cheek.

"Not joking sweetheart, you also asked me why I didn't like you back. I hope we clarified that. Now you stay here, I'm going to take care of you today"

[marshymallo]

i hear the secrets that you keep…

when you’re talking in your sleep

pairing: mike schmidt x gn! reader

synopsis: you’re abby’s latest babysitter, but there’s just one problem… her older brother is really hot and you may just have a crush on him. good thing he has no idea though, right?

tags: fluff, second person pov, two idiots in love (neither one knows until now), takes place after the fnaf movie, slight use of the song/lyrics bc it's more fun that way

word count: 1.7k (wow-)

a/n: welcome to 'i came up with a cute idea for a fic and then was encouraged by several people to make it so i did' otherwise known as my first time writing fanfiction. constructive criticism is welcome and, in fact, highly encouraged! i’m not a great writer and this was just for fun, but i’m always willing to improve. leave a like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy this!

icons by @dianauniverse

9:31 pm

it's been a few months since everything happened at the pizzeria. mike had been able to find some more jobs and even more ways to get fired from them. this most recent job had the best pay by far, but the hours were still awful. ever since he worked at freddy's, he just couldn't seem to find another job that wasn't working the graveyard shift. as mike tries to come his unruly hair, a useless endeavor, there came a quiet knock at the door. he opens it and there's you, abby's newest (and longest) babysitter and quite literally the most attractive person he thinks he's ever seen.

mike had first seen you at the grocery store, wait, no- the ice cream shop? god, he really needs to sleep more… it was both. when he worked as security in the mall, you were working at the ice cream shop in the food court. and, somehow, you always had his usual order ready for him before he had even come up to the counter. you were grocery shopping when he (literally) bumped into you. abby insisted that she could push the shopping cart just before she ran it into your side.

in that moment, mike had decided two definitive things. one: abby was never allowed to push the cart again until she was was taller than it and two: you looked really fucking cute while you were cursing under your breath so his little sister wouldn't hear such vulgar language. mike kept apologizing profusely for abby when even when you kept insisting that you were completely fine. the two of you lost track of time just talking and catching up with one another that neither of you had even noticed abby wandered off and collected the rest of the groceries by herself until she returned with a cart overflowing with snacks and sweets.

before abby dragged her brother to the register, you had written your phone number on the back of your grocery list and handed it to him saying, "it was really nice catching up with you. don't be a stranger, alright?" you hadn't anticipated him to call you that night, jumping at the sudden sound of your landline's obnoxiously loud ringing in your house.

"hey, it's mike. look, can i ask you a favor? abby's babysitter just cancelled on me last minute…" you arrived at the schmidt household not even twenty minutes later, holding some tupperware containers with food and dessert which had abby wrapped around your finger in an instant.

that fateful saturday was almost a month ago, now. mike still hadn't been able to pay you, but you kept shrugging him off. you always wore a soft smile on your face when you would tell him "i'm not doing this for the money, mike. i'm doing it because you're my friend." which is exactly what led you to where you were now: awkwardly admiring mike as you stood at his front door while preparing to watch abby for the night.

"you should really just expect me to be early by now, y'know? the day i show up late to look after my favorite schmidt is the day hell freezes over."

"your favorite schmidt? ouch… who knows? maybe one day you'll surprise us all and be just one minute late," he jokes.

"uh huh, sure…" you trail off, staring at mike as he continues to get himself ready. his curly hair fighting against him and his comb, but it looks so soft and so good on him. and he hasn't had time to trim his facial hair in a bit, but it really works for him. has being perpetually tired with eyebags ever looked so good on a man? you're so caught up in admiring him that when he turns to look at you, you avert your gaze and pretend to be fascinated by whatever was on the television.

"are my clothes too wrinkled?" he asks, one eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised as he glances at you. if looking good was a crime, mike would be given the death sentence…

"i don't think so.. then again, you're asking the person wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants…" you mention. he breathes out a laugh. "i'll take it."

mike reaches past you to grab his backpack. you can smell a hint of the cologne he put on from how close he is and god be damned if it doesn't make him even more attractive. "i'll see you when i get back," he says softly.

you let out a small "see you!" only to receive a tight-lipped smile as he gently closes the door behind him. you groan as you hand your head in your hands. you and your hopeless crush on the brother of the girl you were babysitting…

6:52 am

mike is exhausted as he pulls into the driveway with a yawn. he sluggishly walks to and leans against the front door. he can feel the sleep in his eyes and the tiredness of late hours fogging his brain as he misses the lock with his key a few times. when he opens the door, it swings open and slams against the wall from the force of his body resting upon it. shit.

you're curled up on the couch and asleep, moving slightly underneath the small throw blanket. he sets his stuff down gentler than when he opened the door so as not to wake you while tip-toeing his way down the hall to check on abby. she's asleep in her bed, tucked in and surrounded by her stuffed animals. there's a book on the nightstand indicating that the ten-year-old bargained that she would only go to sleep if you read to her. this wasn't true, of course, but abby loved to hear your tired voice read to her.

mike slowly crept his way back into the living room, just noticing the noise and soft glow of the tv as an infomercial murmurs in the background. he grabs the remotes and turns it off, the faint buzzing ceasing. you shift around again as soon as he does so, but you never wake. mike pauses his movements, awkwardly hovering over you in case you do wake up, eventually deciding you're still asleep before he quietly shuffles back to where he dropped his things. he felt bad waking you, especially since he recently found out that you, too, were struggling with sleeping at night.

he goes into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, only to see that you've cleaned the room and washed the dishes for him again. after the first time he noticed it, he insisted that you didn't need to do that for him. that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. your response every time? "you always come back exhausted, mike. i can clean a few dishes and tidy up one room for you." he's thankful for it, for you, honestly. you just… wanted to do nice things for him. and for abby. god knows that girl loved you to death. so much so that she had even started including you in her endless colorful drawings.

mike checks the time on the microwave. 6:58 am. he'd let you sleep until 7:30. or maybe 8? he'll wake you up when abby wakes up, he decides. mike walks past you on the couch again when he hears you mumbling to yourself. at first, he thinks he's accidentally woken you up. but then, mike hears you babbling complete gibberish. he huffs out a laugh before he hears something actually intelligible.

"w…n…love you, mike…" he freezes. before he can question what just happened, you go completely silent, moving underneath the blanket once more. did he hear that right? you…love him?

all of a sudden, an alarm goes off. your alarm clock, indicating that it's already 7 am. the alarm clock you brought from home just so you could wake up early to help abby get ready for her day, how could he forget? you stir awake only to see mike frozen and staring at you from above, jaw slack and a dumbstruck look on his face. a few moments pass before he comes back to reality.

"good morning…" you mutter with a yawn. similar to how abby loved hearing your soothing voice lull her to sleep, mike loved hearing your deep and raspy morning voice as you were first waking up.

"hey… sleep good?" mike's thoughts are racing at this point, only to be disrupted by you stretching your arms above your head and asking, "yeah. did you just get back?"

"um, yeah…" he stumbles away from the couch before adding, "y'know… you were talking in your sleep…"

"did i? was it something embarrassing?" you joke, but the tense silence is the only answer you need. "well shit, what did i say?" you inquire.

"it's… nothing really. just something stupid. don't worry about it-"

"i'm going to worry about it until you tell me, mike. what did i say?" you cut him off. and it's true, you won't stop thinking about what you might've said until mike tells you. it's a fact that both of you were well aware of.

"just, um, you told me that you love me…?" mike is met with absolute silence. when he gathers up the courage to glance at you, all he can see is your wide-eyed stare in disbelief.

"is this some sort of joke?? because it's not very funny, mike-" you defend.

"what?- no, it's not a joke-" he startles at your response. "i just- …do you? …love me?"

your head hangs in your hands from embarrassment. he can just barely make out a muffled 'mhmm' and head nod as you refuse to look at him. the gentle warmth of mike's hand is placed on your shoulder as he uses his other hand to lift your chin to gaze up at him.

you stare into his eyes. has mike always looked at you with such a comforting and alluring gaze? you can feel his warm breath against your skin and you're sure that here, in this moment, you've never been closer nor wanted to be closer to mike than right now. you lean in, just a little more and…

"ARE YOU TWO FINALLY DATING?!"

aaaaaaaaaand abby's awake…

final author's note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! this is my first time actually writing fanfiction. it was fun, but i'm not entirely sure i'll ever do it again because writing really isn't my strong suit- if you wanted to write a mike schmidt x reader using this prompt idea, tag me!! i'd love to read it! i hope you enjoyed :))

[reilliane]

✤ — Universe: Absconder AU ✤ — Concept: Voicelines + The Traveler asks "About [Name]" ✤ — Characters: Albedo, Dainsleif, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, AbyssPrince!Aether A/N: WEEEEE it's a lil' short but this is the best I can do for now whilst juggling college and works and- [ malfunctions ]

The Last Princess of Khaenri'ah's Eclipse Dynasty roams the surface centuries after the cataclysm. Celestia knows not that she has survived.

Paimon and Lumine decide to visit those that they think may have been affiliated with the royal.

Note: In Aether's voiceline, say Lumine asked him in the short span of their reunion.

Albedo

✤ — It is certainly pleasant to have met her at appropriate times. Although Master promised me an audience with her centuries prior, it hadn't come, since the Kingdom had fallen into ruins not long after.

I wasn't expecting to meet Her Royal Highness at Dragonspine at all, but it was a surprise that's welcomed. After all, she has evaded both curse and death.

It appears that she's become immortal, too.. but I cannot be too sure for my data remains insufficient. Her Royal Highness often visits me at my camp, perhaps I should ask her sometime.

I am a little reluctant, however... I fear I may unsettle her with such questions. I'd rather not her be uncomfortable in my presence.

Dainsleif

✤ — Princess [Name]... I was almost certain that she had perished along with the royal family, but—she's alive. And safe. I'm assuming that she had been rescued by Aether, I'm surprised that I hadn't known at all.

Although that's to be expected... I almost did not register the hostility in her eyes from when she came out of that portal. It was foreign.

Until now I can clearly remember when she had been seeking my presence after her father, the King's, demise. The reminder is still chilling.

What we supposedly had in the past, whatever that may be.. regret and lament as I do, it's futile to hope that it'll return.

Kaeya

✤ — I must say, it is odd to have the same lady watch me over from when I was a child. But I suppose that is how our relationship blossomed?

I'm flattered that Her Royal Highness trusts me enough to speak of bygone—perhaps even forbidden—tales of her country. In turn, I can only vow to her that I will be her sword if necessary.

Little few know that she remains alive up to this day. I heard that only a select few in her refuge, wherever that is, knows the truth of her case. I've been included in that small ratio. My lips are sealed, so should yours, Traveler.

To Her Highness, glory will return. In time.

Venti

✤ — You saw-.. ! Ah, then there's no mistaking it, is there? That girl I saw during my performance... it's the Princess. I refused to believe it even when she confirmed her status, but there is no denying reality.

She's alive. She really is and- what?

.. Where do I stand now that I am no longer linked with Celestia, you ask? Hehe, you're rather insistent in knowing. Have you asked the old buffoon about the same thing?

Hm? If I wanted to speak with her... what would I say?

Well, Traveler, some verses are better left untold, don't you think?

Zhongli

✤ — As you know by now, I am honoring a contract that forbids me from speaking more than necessary, but Princess [Name]...

I've only seen tapestries and paintings of her from when the nation was at its prime, but I met her not too long ago personally. She does not look any different from how artists have painted her in beauty and grace.

Though something is new now. Her stare lacks the warmth they had in the paintings. It is upsetting..

And I do acknowledge that.. part of the blame rests upon the original Seven's shoulders.

Abyss Prince!Aether

✤ — You want to know about... I see. [Name] is one of the last royals of Khaenri'ah before it crumbled. She had been calling for Dainsleif, her own Knight, moments before doom, but he didn't come.

I saved her and she's been by my side ever since.

Regrets? No, I have none.

... You're mistaken, sister. Even if her nation is gone, [Name]'s still a Princess to this day.

She rules the Abyss.

With me.

A/N: I am in love with Abyss Prince!Aether. Shucks. SHUUUUCKS- you know, at this point I should just type out a ficlet that details the growth of their relationship starting from post-cataclysm... after the event. After the event :weary:

You can read The Royal's Escape here! (aka Aether saves MC)