#it’s leading the way without seeing the black one heading on a different path

[consumeroflemoans]

Just saw the most Gojo and Geto ass cars

[sukunasweetheart]

to satiate, seduce, and to sin.

HEED THE WARNINGS; fem!reader, half human(?) and half snake sukuna, its highkey yandere, mentions of eating people, DUBCON elements, dacryphilia, degradation, HEAVY smut, breeding, cum inflation, use of threats, squeezing/constricting, brainwashing, manipulation, body modification, trueform sukuna (two dicks), mentions of pregnancy and lactation.

Word count: 5k+

sorry guys, i kind of went all out with this one...

you are a researcher, and you’re looking for a rare specimen that most have assumed has disappeared or simply never existed in the first place. but recently, a few traces of activity from one has arisen, and you’re on the case to try and find him before he vanishes without a trace again. unfortunately for you, you decided to embark on this journey during the heat of his mating season... which leads you to making an interesting deal with him.

snake hybrids are and always has been extremely rare as a species - you’ve only seen them in books and blurry images. the information obtained on them - diet, habitat, behaviour - are also mostly just speculations. how they reproduce is shrouded in mystery. despite being half snake, they are much, much biologically different from actual snakes. many believe they are just a fabricated species.

you however, are confident that they are real, and that they’re still around somewhere. pursuing your passion for them, you’ve started another one of your many solo expeditions in search of any clues, or hopefully, one of them in the flesh.

and in this current one, you’ve seemed to hit a jackpot. you’ve been following this enormous snake trail for hours now. you’re really close to finding him, you’re certain.

after another hour or so of walking, a large cave can be sighted a good distance away, to your excitement. you tread carefully through the dirt, dead leaves and tree bark on the ground, making your way towards it.

standing at the entrance to the cave, you hesitate for a moment, heart thumping wildly. you’re so close. this could be a groundbreaking discovery, or it could be another false lead. you’re unable to see the other end of the cave at all, due to how ominously pitch black it is inside. good thing you brought a flashlight with you.

you put your backpack onto the ground and take it out, turning it on and off a couple of times to make sure that it was working. good as new. putting your backpack on again, you take in a deep breath before beginning to carefully make your way inside.

it’s awfully quiet. that’s usually a bad sign.

and if it weren’t for your flashlight, you would’ve needed a lot of time to let your eyes adjust to this darkness, as there’s little to no light that reaches into this cave. your footsteps echo against the walls, the noise bouncing off and heading down further, catching the attention of something lurking within the deepest end of this cave.

“hello?” you say boldly, letting your voice ring out, reaching out to whatever might be sitting in the dark before you. no answer.

you continue your walk, pointing your light towards the walls occasionally, and then the path in front of you to make sure you didn’t trip over anything. with every step, you start to feel more afraid. what if there’s nothing here? what if this whole trip and the expenses and the time you spent was all for naught? the thought of going back empty handed makes your stomach sink.

you halt altogether when your light falls upon something on the ground. a small creature...? no... it looks like...

the end of a large snake’s tail. 

in the blink of an eye, something wraps around your whole body tightly, rendering you completely immobile. your eyes widen and a frightened yelp escapes your throat, but you’re still holding on tight to your flashlight. a deep voice resounds in your ears, a voice that sounds so human.

“look at what’s wandered aimlessly into my den. a free meal. did you come in hopes to get devoured?”

you do your best to point your flashlight towards the source of the voice.

a man that has his arms crossed... looking closer, he has an extra pair that rests at his sides. a large mouth on his stomach. and from his waist down, he has the body of a snake. he stares down at you, amused. his giant tail coils tighter around you, noticeably more around the swell of your chest.

“...and a woman, no less. what do you want?”

your eyes continue to wander around his features, taking note of everything that stands out to you. glowing red eyes-- and just like his extra arms, he has extra eyes too! they’re a lot smaller than his main ones, however. oh, you’re so curious and ecstatic. so many extra features nobody had thought this hybrid would have.

“answer my question, vermin. who do you think you’re dealing with here? i’ll crush you until you’re choking on your own blood,” he spits harshly, wrapping around you tightly. you’ve come at a bad time. 

he’s in a rather sensitive mood right now, being so...pent up.

“i-i apologise... i’m a researcher. i’ve come this way to look for you,” you begin to speak carefully. “i wanted to prove your existence to the world. and it’s been a long while... but i’m finally here.”

he lets out an exasperated sigh. what a pathetic, insignificant goal you have. humans really love treading into places where they don’t belong, following their foolish curiosity, like a dog being lead around by its nose.

“i wanted an opportunity to observe you, if i may. just write some notes down... and a couple of pictures. would that be alright? please? it won’t take long at all.”

your eyes begin to wander again, being out of your control as you instinctively end up doing so, as if to prove sukuna right about your kind.

the scales of his tail... they have a very unique pattern to them, being adorned with beautiful shades of red and black. similar patterns run down his face and upper body as well. you’re itching to give him a sketch in your notebook. without thinking, you wriggle your arm out from his grasp and run your hand along them.

“ah... so magnificent. it feels exactly the same as a normal snake’s. i want to know more,” you mumble to yourself, loving the texture that runs underneath your fingers and palms. it makes him give a slight jolt, giving you a startle as you instantly take your hands off of him.

“i’m sorry! did that hurt? or...”

he narrows his eyes at you, staring into your innocent gaze as you blink back at him. a pleasant idea rises in his mind. his expression shifts into a gentler one, all too suddenly, as his tail loosens around you.

“...very well, then. i’ll let you observe me,” he relents, looking down at you with mischievous eyes.

“in exchange,” he very obviously gazes upon your physique lustfully, “your body is mine to use.”

being a rare species, its been a while since he’d had someone to breed with in the recent years. especially during mating seasons- it’s been frustrating, to say the least. he never thought he’d become so desperate as to resort to use a human for satisfaction, but he’ll take what he can get.

“huh?? i- well-” you begin to say, flustered by the sudden demand. your thoughts start racing, wondering if you were misunderstanding him, by any chance.

“do you mean...” 

“yes. i’m going to mate with you. although, humans can’t get pregnant from my seed. so there’s no need to be concerned about offspring.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it startles you. you don’t want to know how he found out about that last bit of information... but you mentally jot down some notes about it anyway. so snake hybrids can’t crossbreed with humans despite being relatively similar in appearance... interesting...

you seem lost in thought again and sukuna grows impatient.

“so? what’ll it be?”

you shouldn’t agree to such an outrageous idea. it’s wrong, and... and researchers shouldn’t do such things with the subjects of their studies. and yet-

he notices you squeezing your thighs together, and grins. what an indecent woman. he’s never seen one so willing.

what can you do? you can’t afford to go back without any pieces of evidence. how would you prove your discovery? you fool yourself into thinking that you’re only doing this for the sake of your career.

“...alright. we have a deal,” you tell him meekly. you can also take this chance to find out more in depth information about... his reproductive system. what better way than to experience it yourself? ...you internally smack yourself in the face for that last part.

“where do you want to start?”

“i’d like to have a closer look at your upper body, please.”

his tail shifts to bring you closer to him. you make proper eye contact with him for the first time, and being so close to his face makes your heart thump faster. if you forget about the tail and all... he’s just a handsome looking man.

you grip onto your flashlight tightly. he has pretty eyes, too. you ask for his hand, and see that his nails are dark, and sharp. for someone who’s half-reptile, he feels oddly warm.

“i want to see your teeth next,” you tell him.

“don’t be surprised if i bite,” he responds, before opening up his mouth for you. you hope he’s only joking.

you inspect the inside closely, watching his snake tongue wriggle slightly, and his well-pronounced fangs that gleam as your light hits it. 

“are you venomous?”

“i can be. it depends.”

you ask him a series of questions, pushing your limits to get as much information as possible from him.

“and the mouth on your stomach?”

he brings you down so you can have a look for yourself. this one is much bigger, but pretty much has the same basic features as the first one. fascinating. when you touch the lower lip, he suddenly encloses your hand with his larger mouth. shocked, you gasp and retract your hand quickly, to find out that it is still intact. he chuckles sinisterly above you.

“p-please put me down so i can grab my things.”

he lets you go and you immediately begin taking various items out of your bulky backpack. you place your flashlight down onto the ground facing up, so that the light hits the roof of the cave and illuminates your surroundings a bit. you start off by writing down a few pages of notes.

...was a little hostile during the first interaction...communicates sufficiently in human language... was found resting in a cave...four eyes, and four arms, including an extra mouth on the stomach...

it was pages and pages worth of description, anything off of the top of your head. you’d have to rewrite and tidy it up later. a thought suddenly comes to mind.

“do you have a name?” you ask him.

“a well-asked question. i’ll have you pleading with the name ‘sukuna’ later on, once you’re done with all that,” he tells you arrogantly, watching as you scribble into your little notebook.

...the specimen goes by the name of ‘sukuna’.

next, you grab your polaroid camera and aim its lens towards sukuna.

“there’s gonna be a small flash of light,” you warn him.

“yes, i already know what those things do.”

the last guy that tried to take his pictures without asking first, suffered some nasty consequences. it was all for naught though, because he didn’t taste very good at all.

you take as many pictures as you please, and he patiently remains still as he promised. you take a look at the results and once you’re happy enough, you neatly set them aside and shove everything back into your bag. truth be told, your heart could leap out of your mouth right now, from how intensely it was beating.

you had felt his eyes resting upon you from behind the whole time, feeling the way he was watching your body with his lecherous gaze, undressing you with it. 

“all done?” he voices gently, voice dripping with sweet poison. nothing like the tone he’d used when you first arrived here.

“...yes. are- are we doing it straight away?” it was a stupid question to ask, but you felt the need to say something, anything.

"i might lose myself if i have to wait any longer,” sukuna confesses, slithering closer to you.

“wait! let me just- i’ll get myself undressed.”

you had a feeling that if he did it, he’d simply rip everything off your body. you need something to wear for the trip home. sukuna smirks at you.

“...go on, then. put on a show for me, will you?”

the phrasing flusters you immensely, but you work hard to make your trembling fingers work to unbutton yourself and unhook your bra yourself. your breasts bounce lightly with every movement, and sukuna watches with incredible restraint.

“nothing like watching a meal prepare itself in front of your eyes... it’s a shame you’re only here to satisfy my lust and not my hunger too.”

the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

you swallow on nothing as you avoid his eyes, taking your last bit of underwear off. you’re scared, but in a strangely arousing way. have you always been this perverted?

“i-i’m done...” you say with a small voice, instinctively attempting to cover yourself up to maintain some form of decency.

“wonderful. let’s start with a little taste, shall we?” 

sukuna picks you up effortlessly with his arms, and without any stalling, your pussy is pushed up directly against the mouth on his stomach, his hands placed on your ass to support you while you wrap your legs around his waist.

“i’ll need to get your holes nice and loose for me. better it be pleasure than pain, right?”

something wet and warm slithers out and rubs up on your sex.

you nod with gratitude, watching the large tongue in anticipation. your arms loop around the back of his neck, and you’re looking down as he laps at your clit, making you quiver against his strong grip that holds your hips in place.

you timidly moan, immersing yourself in the feeling of this once-in-a-lifetime cunnilingus, of this strange snake’s tongue that rubs up against your sensitive cunt without holding back. it slowly slips its way inside you, making your hips jump in surprise.

“you’re sopping wet. i don’t think i even need to do much for this one,” sukuna comments, enjoying your little reactions. you continue to only stare at the tongue going in and out of your hole. he cocks his head slightly to the side.

“why won’t you face me up here? afraid to meet my eyes?” he voices rather sulkily, lifting your head up by your chin. once you see his lustful expression, something in you throbs without control.

“hah! your hole’s clenching around me so lewdly. it’s being honest, unlike you.”

the focus seeps out from your gaze, and you begin to enjoy yourself.

“yes... you needn’t be so shy. relent yourself to me.”

he pulls your face in closer to his, and kisses you in a feverish manner, shoving his forked tongue into your mouth. you moan pleasantly against his lips, and one of his spare hands claws at your breasts, groping them without mercy.

his bigger tongue slips out of your sopping cunt, and sinks itself into your ass instead. the saliva it secretes does a good job at being a lubricant for it.

your own tongue savours the strange shape and texture of sukuna’s one - lapping up at his lips desperately, like you would to a lover. he likes your eagerness. his own cocks are beginning to throb and unsheathe from the slit on his lower half, unbeknownst to you.

something about you... is quite intriguing. timid and coy as you seem, you’re not hesitating to unmask your true desires; your obsession with his body. even now, you’re sucking on both his tongues with such greed, it’s hard not to be captivated.

when he breaks the kiss, a thick string of saliva still connects the two of you.

“a harlot, you are,” he tells you with a mean grin.

you look at him with teary, vulnerable eyes. the tongue that had been thrusting in and out of your ass slips out, leaving both of your holes twitching for more.

“i suppose you’re all set now,” sukuna tells you. he finally reveals his aching two cocks, twitching with the need for release.

so that’s where they come out from... they don’t look too different from a human’s, besides the ribbed tip-

“you like them? they’ll be sure to grant you a pleasure you’ll never feel from anyone else.”

you begin to brace yourself, your holes clenching around nothing. your chest rises and falls quicker, indicating your excitement.

he lines them up, and pushes them into you, at a steady pace. your body trembles, and sukuna has to keep you in place as you gasp and hold onto him for dear life. he stretches you so mercilessly. you feel him twitching inside you, as he forces his way against your clamping walls.

“haa...so tight. you fit me like a glove, sweetheart,” he pants, the term of endearment slipping out accidentally. perhaps he’s gone without mating for too long. he feels himself getting easily attached.

when he pushes the rest of himself in fully, reaching all the way, both of his cocks fit snugly inside and forms a bulge on your abdomen-- they press up against a certain spot within you and something seems to erupt in your mind. an unexpected orgasm rips through your body without warning.

you let a string of moans as you arch your back, your walls spasming around him as a result of this sudden climax.

if it were his normal self, he would’ve teased you harshly for reaching your high just from putting it in. but his current sensitivity causes him to also fall off the edge.

“f-fuck, if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll-!”

sukuna grits his teeth, drool running down the side of his lips, as his cocks also begin to release-- giving him an intense orgasm for the first time in years. they pulse strongly inside of you, spilling spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum, in large amounts.

he shudders against you, being lost in the pleasure, and begins to lift you up and down, using you like a fleshlight even while he’s still orgasming. the feeling of it bubbling up inside you is something obscene, like it should be forbidden to feel this good and drunk with lust, especially at the hands of a devil like this.

you lean forward to kiss him again, wanting to feel his groans against your lips, and needing a taste of his tongue again. he does exactly that for you, as if reading your mind. had you been one of his kind, he would’ve kept you as his permanent mate. he makes out with you for so long that you’re left gasping for air by the end of it.

“tch. i can’t believe i’ve stooped this low, cumming so quickly like a virgin,” he murmurs with half-lidded eyes.

“nngh...sukuna- i’m already so full,” you whine pitifully. you can feel his spend leak out of you, even though he still has your holes plugged up with his two dicks.

“that’s not good. i’ve still got much more to give,” sukuna teases, liking the way his name sounds on your lips.

“you’ll just have to withstand it.”

he begins to move in and out of you again.

lewd, wet slapping sounds echo throughout the cave as he fucks you in earnest, already mindlessly going after his next climax. you shiver in his arms, yelping each time the tip kisses your cervix. the double penetration doesn't help your case - as both of them rub up against each other within you, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"i-i can't... it's all too much," you mumble, the bulge in your abdomen continuing to disappear and reappear with every thrust of his.

"you agreed to let me use you. no going back now," sukuna tells you with a grunt, brows furrowing when you tighten up around him again, threatening to milk him dry. it drives him mad.

"and i'll be sure to use this slutty body to my heart's content."

his previous loads makes for an even better sensation, making you nice and slippery for him. creamy, white rings are already starting to foam up at the base of both his dicks.

"it feels too good- too big- too big-" you babble, fresh tears piling up in your eyes as he continues to pummel into you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

when the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, sukuna darts out his tongue and gets a taste.

"sweet..." he mumbles.

the urge to cum spills over, and he's releasing inside of you again. his seed repaints the walls of your womb and ass as he groans against the shell of your ear, making you dizzy with arousal.

"oh- my god-" you manage to let out, as you feel yourself getting filled up again.

"you're taking me better than anyone else has before...like a good little whore," sukuna compliments breathlessly, continuing to pump you full with his seed. he's never felt better. his head feels all fuzzy and the edges of his vision is a little blurred, as he focuses only on your sweet little face, lost in a state of euphoria. he leans into the crook of your neck, and darts his tongue out to taste your skin, desperately resisting the urge to sink his fangs into you.

as fast as he empties himself, his cocks fill up again even faster.

"sukuna...i feel... like i might burst," you pant, referring to your poor abdomen.

"...is that so?" he tells you, carefully sliding both of this cocks out of you. you feel a little relieved from the fullness, but also a bit empty simultaneously.

you gasp and jerk your hips when his large hand suddenly applies a bit of pressure to your stomach. everything that he'd stuffed inside you comes dripping out in large globs, falling into a little puddle on the ground.

"there we go," sukuna grins maliciously, watching as you tremble in his arms, enjoying this sensation of his cum oozing out of you... like the freak that you are.

"such a waste. i'll just have to stuff you full, over and over..." he whispers against your ear.

"nngh- sukuna... sukuna..." you chant, hips shaking as he re-inserts himself into you - both of his veiny cocks throbbing once again, aroused by witnessing you indulge in your pleasure.

he sighs erotically, as your plush walls welcomes him back inside, allowing him to slip inside so easily from the amount of slick you're producing.

you might actually go insane.

...sukuna uses you like a fleshlight for god knows how long. by the end of it, you're surprisingly still conscious, despite being ruined irreparably. fucking with such a sinful snake should've dragged you to the deepest pits of hell-- yet, being with him felt so heavenly.

"you ended up being more durable than i thought, love. i'm pleasantly surprised," he praises you, embracing your limp body closely.

"...might be worth trying on you..." he seems to speak to himself.

whatever it is that he's talking about, you're in no state to be pondering. you breathe heavily, eyes half-closed, trying to calm yourself after being so overstimulated for a period of time.

"rest easy. i'll keep you warm throughout the night."

his words hit you like magic, and the fatigue seeps into your consciousness, making you fall asleep in his arms.

-

your pillow...feels a little too firm. and- scaley? it's warm, though. and this texture is addictive.

when you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in a tangled pile of sukuna's long tail - your bare body covered with the clothes that you'd taken off before...

"you're awake. did you enjoy groping my tail in your sleep?" sukuna asks, recalling to the moments where you nuzzled against him with a perverted smile on multiple occasions.

flustered, you immediately want to voice your denial but your dry throat prevents you from doing so. you hold onto your own neck, coughing. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

eventually, you're able to point at your backpack that's still sitting towards the side of his cave, which he grabs for you. you rummage your bag for your bottle of water that you'd stashed carefully, and you take a big gulp from it.

"sorry. throat was parched," you tell him, your voice still a little hoarse.

"right. forgot how sensitive you humans were," sukuna says nonchalantly.

"but still, you sufficed better than i expected," he adds on, with a smirk. he reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek.

the praise makes your heart race, and you recall your memories from yesterday. it feels like a fever dream. this will be a secret you'll tell no one.

and that brings you back to reality. you remember that you need to get back home. there's a mountain of things you need to do! but... somehow, the thought of leaving made you feel a bit melancholic. will you ever see him again?

"you know... i originally intended to eat you after using you for sex."

the sudden phrase makes your blood run cold.

"...but i changed my mind. that would be such a waste of potential."

potential? potential for what?

"...look into my eyes, sweetheart."

"sukuna, i... i need to return home," you bring up carefully.

his tail tenses up, making you feel even more nervous. it coils around you tighter, and lifts you up to him. he gently grabs your face, lifting your chin up.

you can't help but do as he says - like taking his orders had been ingrained into your muscle memory - and once your pupils meet his, escape becomes infinitely more impossible.

"you don't wish to leave. you want to stay here," sukuna coaxes you, eyes gleaming red. your mind becomes... clouded. his voice rings in your head. it hurts a little, but you can't look away.

"but...home..." you protest for the final time, eyes turning blank. the words leave your lips like the last spark of a dying light.

"this is your home, my love. i am your home."

he takes you in his arms and nuzzles against your neck. a tongue darts out and licks a stripe against your skin, making you shiver. your arms snake around him, like you can't get enough.

"tell me again, sweetheart. where is your home?" he whispers darkly against your ear.

"...my home...my home is..." you drone on, still having some urge to fight back against his manipulation. he embraces you tighter, and possessively lets his teeth nibble on your earlobe.

"my home is you..."

the phrase gives way for a gleeful smirk to form on his face.

"wonderful. i'm glad you feel the same way," sukuna emphasises, withdrawing his face from your neck.

"now, let your tongue out for me."

you do it without question, and he leans forward to capture it with his mouth, initiating an intimate kiss. tongues roll around against each other, and you feel yourself sink deeper into him. when he pulls away, you're left breathless, a string of saliva still hanging off between. he takes it with him, by giving a soft lick to your lower lip.

"how amusing...this ability of mine isn't even that potent. had your determination to go home been stronger, it wouldn't have worked. makes me feel pleased, knowing that you had a strong desire to stay with me."

"sukuna..." you cling to him lovingly, making his heart give a tug. it makes him want to mess you up. but your fragile human body couldn't possibly handle that. which is why...

"i'm going to grant you a snake's tail. to make you completely mine," he suddenly confesses.

"is that... possible?" you still ask questions, even in a state of hypnosis.

"for me, it is. i didn't bother correcting you when you mistook me as one of those common hybrids, but i'll let you know now. i'm something more akin to a god."

he doesn't elaborate further. the new piece of information shrouds his species with even more mystery. perhaps it should stay that way.

it's a risky process, and you might end up losing your life. but he believes you can endure it.

"i'll be honest. it'll hurt a lot, love. but my venom will soothe you. i'll numb the pain."

within the next few seconds, his fangs sink into the side of your neck.

some additional dot points and what happens after;

so you do survive the ordeal, and you wake up a week later after being essentially modified to become a snake hybrid yourself

memories are hazy, but youre still sound of mind and you eventually get used to this new body with sukuna's help

he did tell you that humans can't carry his seed, but now that you're also a half-snake, you can...

now he has a permanent mate that he can use whenever mating season comes around

he doesnt have to lift you up when he wants to fuck you anymore, it can be done in a missionary way, where both of his dicks can fit into your snake cooch at the same time (its still a bit of a stretch tho, hes so big)

whenever he mates with you, both of yours and his tails coil around each other's, like how real snakes do (itd be cute if a heart would be made with the tips at the very end)

there are still some human aftereffects on your body, like when you get pregnant, you start lactating... he has the privilege to drink it all up himself when they get sore and full, since his young won't be needing any of it anyway

at first, you intensely miss your human life, weeping pitifully in the darkness of the cave,,

he gets you curled up against him, licking your tears away, and then kisses your forehead, promising you that he'll protect and love you forever, since youre his one and only mate...

"convincing" you that there is nothing to miss about being human.

Masterlist

[tsaomengde]

The Villeneuve Dune(s) can be broadly interpreted as one of the two possible futures Paul sees in the original novel

Spoilers below for Dune Part Two. (And for the original novel, but that's been out since the 60s.)

He had seen two main branchings along the way ahead--in one he confronted an evil old Baron and said: "Hello, Grandfather." The thought of that path and what lay along it sickened him.

The other path held long patches of grey obscurity except for peaks of violence. He had seen a warrior religion there, a fire spreading across the universe with the Atreides green and black banner waving at the head of fanatic legions drunk on spice liquor. Gurney Halleck and a few others of his father's men--a pitiful few--were among them, all marked by the hawk symbol from the shrine of his father's skull.

"I can't go that way," he muttered. "That's what the old witches of your schools really want."

Obviously the Doylist explanation for why there are differences in the new films is that the original book is 60+ years old and has certain elements no longer in cultural vogue that were adapted out or altered to better fit modern sensibilities, and I'm all for that. But I did find it interesting that there is an explicit moment at the end of Part 2 where Paul confronts the Baron, utters the "Hello, Grandfather," line, and kills him.

This isn't necessarily because there is any one choice that Paul makes throughout the course of the two movies that leads here instead of to the jihad. In point of fact, most of the changes that drive him here are caused by choices made in the adaptations of the films.

The causal chain that leads to Paul undertaking the spice agony is his failure to predict the attack on Sietch Tabr, rather than his failure to predict Gurney's attack on Jessica; this is, of course, necessitated by the omission of the Harkonnen scheme in part 1 to impair Thufir's Mentat efficiency and potentially drive a wedge between Leto and Jessica by framing Jessica as the traitor. The final push that causes him to make the decision is, of course, the vision he experiences of an alternate future in which he didn't have to kill Jamis, with Jamis counseling him to climb as high as possible before the hunt so he can see as far as possible. (In other words, he ignores Stilgar's advice of not listening to the djinn.)

Similarly, his killing of the Baron is necessitated by the adaptational choice to keep Alia as a fetus so the audience doesn't have to deal with a two-year-old talking like an adult and killing the Baron, which they probably did because it would have been distracting.

However, I might argue that a Watsonian explanation for the film omitting the two-year time-jump lies specifically with Paul's decision to explicitly disavow the prophecy when Jessica undergoes the spice agony, and to explain to the Fremen that her survival is because of her Bene Gesserit training. He then attempts to secure his position with the Fremen through secular deeds, rather than letting Jessica carve a place for them with the BG prophesy.

This disagreement between the two of them causes her in turn to take a more active approach in cultivating Paul's status as Lisan al-Gaib, which accelerates the timeline of the Fremen being ready to submit to him. In turn, Paul focusing more strongly on guerrilla war against the Harkonnens accelerates the timeline of Feyd-Rautha being put in charge of Arrakis and cracking down hard in the north, leading to the aforementioned crisis point of Sietch Tabr being attacked without Paul's foreknowledge.

Notably, while we do see the shrine of Leto's skull in the film, we only see it in a vision; there is no moment in the movie where Paul explicitly finds his father's remains and enshrines them. Hence, going from a strict interpretation of the film's "text," this is not the future in which the legions are marked by the shrine, because the shrine doesn't exist. It is the other future. The compression of time means that Paul and Chani's relationship is much newer and more fragile and doesn't survive the strain of his apotheosis, and that's what sickens him most.

Of course, the "Hello, Grandfather" path also leads to the jihad, because Paul's tragedy is that his very existence was always going to lead to it, regardless of what he chose to do.

And Paul saw how futile were any efforts of his to change any smallest bit of this. He had thought to oppose the jihad within himself, but the jihad would be. His legions would rage out from Arrakis even without him. They needed only the legend he already had become. He had shown them the way, given them mastery even over the Guild which must have the spice to exist.

Obviously none of this passes explicit, close scrutiny, and is more of a fun "if you squint and look at it a certain way it kind of makes sense." I expect that the line was put in as a nod to the original book, no more or less, but making up head-canons like this is fun for me and if even one other person finds it edifying then I consider sharing it time well spent!

[heirloomgem]

Euphonious Series

Summary: (AU) In a world of ABO, you've always thought you were an alpha, high above others.

However, encountering your fated pair, proves you otherwise.

Add to that, your fated pair, whose grey eyes that always seem to see through you and black hair that always tries to entice your hand to run through it. You found out you were an omega through the heat he caused.

You couldn't help but curse the gods in every possible way as you tried your hardest not to kneel and beg your junior in school to claim and ravage you, whose name was Sung Jinwoo.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, fluff, high school life, gender neutral (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Chapter 1 - Meeting

In your current society, you have your first gender.

A female and a male.

However, once you reach a certain age, you are tested to differentiate for your second gender.

A Beta, which the majority are categorized.

Next is the minority that experiences heat, an Omega.

And then where success is guaranteed, the Alpha.

You have always thought your life is set.

Born into an affluent family, number one in studies and sports, a good enough appearance and a dominant but nonchalant personality.

You and everyone have obviously thought you were an alpha.

Or so you thought as you met those grey eyes of a boy, named Sung Jinwoo.

It had been an average day for you.

Waking up and getting ready for school, listening to your teacher as they teach their subject.

Doing your duties as a student council president and catching your schoolmates who were slacking and skipping school.

Punishing them or dragging their asses back if they defy you.

It was a normal routine for you however what made that day different from others was meeting him.

Your fated pair.

You had just finished all the necessary paperwork and meetings as the student council president and were on your way home when you saw a group of students harassing some middle schoolers.

Stopping in your tracks, you saw that some of them were from your school while the others were from schools that were close to your area.

Observing the group of high school students, you couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be part of the same friend group, as there were no conflicts between them. Instead, they were bullying some middle school students.

You sigh as you shake your head.

Such a bunch of brats.

Seeing that they have already beaten a few middle school students and are about to harass them again, you step in without hesitation and call out to them.

The students who wore similar uniforms as yours stiffened once they heard and saw you.

They have been the same junior students you have always dragged back to school from skipping classes.

They were either in some arcade or in some brawls with other delinquents from another school, in which case resulted in you facing both parties.

Neither did you take sides as you beat them.

In the end, you would contact the other school's student council president, who happened to be one of your childhood friends, to inform them about your schoolmates and what happened.

Afterwards, you would finally escort your own schoolmates' beat-up assess back to your school infirmary.

That was how it usually plays.

And since they have crossed paths with you a few times already, they have seen what you're capable of and have unconsciously ingrained your presence in their minds.

They knew they were in trouble.

However, the other students from a different school were unaware of their dilemma, nor did they know you.

And so, seeing you leisurely walking up to them, they immediately put their attention on you and abandoned their previous targets at once.

Oblivious to the danger they're putting themselves into.

Arrogant in their stance, clearly the one leading them was an alpha.

You sigh once again, deciding to finish this quickly. Since you were eager to go home and were quite looking forward to the dessert that your mother had bought from abroad.

The thought almost makes you salivate.

"What this? Trying to be a hero now aren't you?" The alpha taunted as he strode over to you, smirking as his lackeys trailed behind him and slowly circled you.

Eyeing you up, it was clear he was sizing you as he instinctive knew you were an alpha.

You two were almost the same height however you clearly towered him by a few inches.

Showing an indifferent attitude and not answering his taunt, he faltered as you gave him a cold stare.

Embarrassed by showing weakness and intimidated by another alpha, he hid it by sneering at you and barking again at your classmates.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?! Get your asses here!" He shouted, his voice showing traces of agitation. This affected his lackeys as their earlier confidence faltered as well.

Looking at their other friends, they were confused as they remained rooted in their place.

Their faces paled, body trembling and sweat dripping down from their forehead. Hesitant, they gave a small shake of their head, their eyes showing undeniable fear.

Annoyed, the alpha was once again about to shout when suddenly a presence loomed over him and a cold voice interrupted.

"I'll advise you to leave if you don't want yourself embarrassed and beaten up by the end of the day, kid."

It was your voice.

Calm and deep, sending shivers down their spines as they felt authority dripping off it.

The alpha and his group paled instantly. Something inside them, especially the leader in their group instinctively told them this student was dangerous and someone not to be messed with.

However, an alpha is an alpha. They weren't one to be bent over nor ordered around so easily.

And because of this and due to his arrogant pride, the alpha kid faced you with a sneer and defiantly challenged you.

"Fuck you."

"..."

The surroundings fell silent, and the atmosphere immediately grew colder than it used to. A heavy feeling washed over everyone watching the two and they felt a foreboding sense creep up their spine.

You, however, just gave a small cold laugh before dropping your bag. Your eyes narrowed darkly.

Not long after, sounds of screams and agonizing cries echoed in the park while your schoolmates and the group of middle school students watched in horror as you beat them with ease but not without mercy.

Instructing your schoolmates to drag their friends' asses to their school infirmary, you told them that their student presidents, whom you have informed already, were waiting for them at the school entrance.

They knew that if they didn't show up, this president of theirs would hound them no matter where they were. Because of this, you didn't worry if they ran away.

As for your schoolmates, they already know to show up the next day if they want to keep their balls alive.

Watching them limp away, you finally let out a breath and pick up your school bag, satisfied that everything was almost over.

However, glancing over to the side and seeing the group of young students all bruised and battered, you sigh inwardly.

You made a mental note to have those bastards write up a thousand-word apology and assign them chores around campus as punishment.

Walking over to the group of middle schoolers, you asked them if they were alright.

"Yes, senior. Thank you so much for your help!" One of the kids replied while the others nodded with a bit of enthusiasm.

Looking over their battered faces while a smile was on their lips and their eyes shining as they looked at you, you couldn't help but worry and apologize to them on behalf of your schoolmates as their school president.

Throughout the exchange, one particular student was silent and kept his distance from you however you didn't blame him. If you were him, you would also be wary, especially after what they have been through before you came.

You may have saved them, but there's no guarantee you won't do the same as what those previous people did.

Though you felt his eyes lock onto you, you didn't know whether it was hostility or something else. Just that you couldn't ignore how intense his gaze was as he watched you.

Deciding to let it go, you took out a card from your pocket and gave it to them, advising them to visit the clinic if they ever experienced any signs of discomfort.

It was one of the clinics your cousin works at.

Given the number of students you frequently handled in such cases, your cousin already suspected it was you who sent them whenever students arrived at their clinic with bruises on their bodies.

Your cousin scolds you because of it.

You simply shrugged and responded that it at least contributed to the business. No matter how you deal with these troublemakers—whether through a gentle approach or not—if they still refuse to listen, they need to learn the hard way.

It was that or nothing.

You explained and your cousin could only accept defeat as deep down he knew that kids your age are hard to disciple.

As the students bowed in gratitude, you noticed the admiration in their eyes as they stared at you.

Not used to such gazes, you cough and avoid their eyes. Instead, you immediately urged them to go home as the sky slowly turned dark.

Inwardly, you hope they won't turn out like you, as you know you are barely crossing the line when it comes to disciplining such unruly schoolmates of yours.

Bowing their heads once more, they said goodbye and walked away, eager to head home while chatting happily.

You sigh again and lift your hand to brush your hair, glad that everything's finally over.

As they turned the corner, you were about to leave when suddenly there were hurried footsteps behind you. You felt a hand grab your shirt tightly, stopping you in your tracks.

That's when you heard them, stammering with a soft and warm voice, calling out to you pleadingly as you turned your head.

Your eyes locked with grey-coloured ones.

It was the boy from earlier who was watching you so intensely.

He has soft black hair with bangs that brush against his lashes. He also reaches your shoulders in height and has a lean build.

Clearly, the boy was growing and showing a distinct trait of an alpha.

However, it wasn't those physical traits that shocked you, it was his scent. A scent so endearing your body reacted in ways you never experienced before.

You felt your body heat up, your hands trembling and your breath laboured as you continued to lock eyes with the boy.

His scent enveloped you, intoxicating and enticing, making you crave something you knew was wrong.

Slowly, dread fills you as realizations hit you all at once.

You cursed.

"Fuck."

A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Their age will be explained as the story goes and don't worry there won't be inappropriate ages or such.

Please leave a comment on what you think! Thank you!

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[nerdgal27]

A Story Behind the Painting

Home

Summary:

Part 4 of (Mikey and Me Part 3), (It Happened Again Part 2), and (Don't Want to Talk Part 1). Struggle after struggle. There comes a time when the inner demon destroys so much, that one doesn't know what else to do. Other than keep the inner demon from loved ones.

Tags: Substance Abuse, Depression, Flashbacks, and Abuse.

Home 

Sunshine dapples the deep green forest. Burn the late morning dew glittering jewels in mid air. Coffee mug in hand black liquid slosh onto cold fingers as I wobble down the tiny staircase of the camper pickup truck. An old rust bucket is the last bit of my savings can afford. 

Sit on a lazy afternoon in a cozy chair. Stare at the endless view of evergreen pines and misty gray mountains is worth it all. Take in the cool sweet wood scent of green fill sore lungs. Swivel chair further away from an old gravel path. Wind over the lush undergrowth. Where customary rodents cover last night's tracks. Eat the empty nut shells and left over trail mix I left for them. Can’t stomach to eat anything again. What’s the point now?

Shield away by Mother Nature’s warmth and green walls. Her sweet melody chirps and whispers in the silence. The sticky sun glues me under the camper cobweb awning. Spiders big enough to play the banjo. Thought grows a chuckle to who said that once. Forever gone away in the forever distance. All for the best. For everyone. For them most of all. 

Free from pain, from it all. It has been done. No need to know the outside world. Can almost imagine it all. Not now. No need to think about any of that at all. Other than wonder how hot this coffee is for me to sip. 

Deep rich aroma takes me away from the pines. Old giggles bounce from concrete walls. Sparks spray in all directions mingles the smell with old metal. When muddle hands rub black grease over my eyebrow. Old scooter parts vomit all over the floor. A victim to be torn apart, rebuilt to either drive faster. Or explode. 

Phone rings memories back to green and soft blue reality. Muffle in the far depths of the 1967 brown and green camper. Can’t be right, I shut it off last night. 

Crawl back into the sauna brown dungeon. Follow the ringtone to the front. Weave over the hot tea water bottles on the fuzzy floor. Brush last night’s debris aside in the trap of doom between the front seat. Bright pink old life shivers in a frenzy. 

I shouldn’t turn the phone over to see the screen. This needs to be my new life now. Can’t go back anyways. How can I like this? How can anyone? Doing this for them. An glove box that only opens and closes by a swift kick is a good place to bury it all away. Turn off all of the past in orange velvet darkness. Leave it all tucked away. Return to the fresh sirene new life. 

Canadian geese honk over the tall tree peaks. The way the flock swoops down a long terrain down from blue skies and feather clouds. Sunrays beam grasshopper hisses mid day summer heat. Follow the distant honks and splash. A cool lake lap over dry cracked feet sounds perfect. Clear this heavy head of mine. 

Wander back inside. Cool worn out duds for lake water. Cold beer in hand, tuck comfy chair under my arm. A handful of fluorescent pink tags roll in hand. Nice way to return to my new home without getting lost. Wait for another set of geese to flutter above. Lead the way out of the hot sun. Weave between the trees. Step over tree root monsters. Smile at the odd bird or animal hops by. 

“We don’t keep secrets, right?”

I whisper to the memories. “No, you don’t.” 

Another voice in the dream rasp. “He still loves you.” 

He shouldn’t, neither should any of you. Too broken, not enough. Difficult. 

Out here. All are no different than any woodland creatures from the largest moose to the small voles scurry by. What is worse, to remember the words. Or the subtle silence of the first night when all of this began. A sink full of awful empty decisions. The oldest brother’s quiet gaze. Patterns flourish in the forest around me. Bright shapes shimmer all that is long gone behind me. Nothing wrong with a cold one in hand on a hot day. 

Besides, take in all of this. A wide dark turquoise green lake. Full of life. A single loon lone coo along with the tiny dots of geese in the water. Soft gentle slopes into sand and clay. Show evidence of deer were here moments ago. 

He misses you that’s all 

One’s voice. Does he?… Of course he does. How could he not? Everyone else knows. 

Sit down in the chair. Set down the last 3 cans of a 6 pack. Miraculous 3 survivors of a drunk blackout yesterday. Crack open heaven. Slide it down the fire throat. Feel it burn over it all. Take in this brand new peaceful life of quiet. Should bring out a couple fishing poles for tonight. If I remember to come back for them. Can’t go back to anything nowadays. 

When will I see you? 

My old self. When my voice had more life. 

Soon, Sweetheart, it will be like old times. 

There’s a reason why they are called old times. It was a good life. A loud life, somewhat chaotic. The endless laughs, pile ons, pushing around. Plastic cockroaches in cupboards, glitter in ninja smoke bombs. One time Mikey and I replaced Raphael’s shower gel for blue dye. Guy was a grumpy Smurf for 4 days. His grouchy growls. The wooden spoon in papa turtle Smurf’s hand. Mikey ran for his life. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Wash over the more recent screams and pushes away. Even more of the dark and bleek. 

When closet doors rattle. Whisky bottles smash in the far distance- 

No. Not again. Never speak of it again. None of that ever happened. 

Water swishes numb ankles. Whirl to baby ducks splash nearby. Over work, Mother of 6 squacks her children to behave and paddle behind her. Chuckles at their little feet blur under the clear water. Match the same speed of their cotton ball wings. Can remember when Mikey used to run the same way. Anytime Donnie chases Mikey out of his lab. Sometimes so then Donnie and I could play science and pupil again. 

Water waves between my toes. Shallow parts warm from the sun. Heat numb limbs. Swallow back to boiling hot water. Scorch delicate young skin.

Mommy it’s too hot. 

No…stop

Screams echo. Blister scar. Bare to the summer heat. Every single one remembers every pain. Why did I wear this tank top? Why am I out here? Can’t stay.

Hands stick on to lawn chair. Water waves slosh against the sandy ridge. Small legs kick. Hot water splashes everywhere. Hands shove deep under water. 

Sweetheart, breathe…

Violet voice whispers. Take his invisible hands. Squeeze them. The way he told me to. No thumb rubs my hands. Take in all of the cool fresh pine. Have to get used to this alone. Least this way is the best. No one’s burden any more. Can pick up this lawn chair anytime. 

Wander back the pink flag trail. Lose myself to millions of songs birds and butterflies flutter by. Brush soft long grass under fingers as I go. Crisp fresh air. Think about what bait to use for food tonight. Another thing I will have to start getting used to. 

Yellow happy face atena swings in between shrubs. Wave me down the direction home. Swig the last bit of powerful robust dark beer. Ignite pain away in a smooth burn. Drown darkness where they belong. 

Soft breeze hushes the forest buzz. Breathe in strong bitter fuel knocks the taste of beer. Great animal growls a deep hungry growl. Take me back to a cool violet room. To a lab chair and elastic bands for hair tying. 

“Sweetheart!?”

 Old life hollars me dead frozen in the tall grass. Hidden behind thick honeysuckles. The low hanging tree branches block the meadow opening of my new home. Don’t need to see how close the voice is. Can hear his feet crunch back and forth in the gravel. Rusty truck doors whine open and slam shut. Yellow smiley atena whirs in a hyperactive spaz. Empty cans clang on the far away floor board. Fast in a frantic, more than the time he caught Mikey in his mutagen supply. 

Footsteps wobble in the far depths of camper sweet camper. No.

He can’t be here. No one can find me like this.  I did this for them. They need to stay away from me. Far from any ear shot here. Can drop everything and run. Spin to do so. Lungs leap to jump for the hot pink trail back to the lake. 

Get back here! 

Hot greasy hand clap thunder. Drop the entire lazy afternoon supply. Oh crap no! Don’t drop them.

Metal chair legs clang against beer cans. 

Shallow gasp in the wind. Pushes me faster down the trail. Teenage bare feet pound thistles and burrs I weaved around before. 

Child bare feet blur down a hallway. Slam the bedroom door shut. 

“Tessie, wait!” 

Oh shit! Dammit! All the curse words Mikey should never hear. He found me. Faster down the hill. Over the log. Reach for the ridge. Follow the open blue sky between the evergreen trunks. 

Slip under fast large hands. Hardwood scraps small bare knees. Away from him. Away from the man. Go go go. 

Feet hush to the quiet breeze and soft rainfall of leaves. The broken footpath behind me, bare. Maybe turned back to the shellraiser for something. No matter. Least I can slow down, and lungs can breathe. 

Leaves rustle ahead. Green blur drops from above. Dead in his tracks. The tall slender turtle raises his hands and snatches me. Should have known. Been raised by ninjas for Pete sake. 

Jerk arms in his grip. Swallow the rock down. 

“Donnie, what are you doing here? Let me go.”

Sink away from his gaze. Loosen his grip to one hand on my arm. 

He pants, “I’m not here to fight, and I should be the one asking you the same question.” 

Rip his hand off me. No point in running. His long legs follow behind down the path. As I pick up the lawn chair. 

“No phone call, no note, do you know what I found in that camper?” His feet pound behind. 

Pick up what’s left of the 6 pack. Dangle the last 2 cans yet to be drank. No point in hiding it now. Plus he said he’s not here to fight. There’s no need to answer. Lanky green hands rip the plastic rings. 

“Hey!”

Whirl back to the two cans soar into the forest. Shove Donnie back. 

“What the hell was that for? That stuff ain’t cheap.” 

He towers over me. Loom a dark shadow over. Calm eyes narrow into deep violet slits. Deepens his sharp tongue. 

“Do you know how long I drove to find you,

How long we’ve been looking for you?” 

Step out of his shadow. Continue down the path into the sunlight. Home sweet home lies ahead. 

Shrug as I go, “You didn’t have to. Just decided to take a trip, that's all, what’s wrong with that?”  

Old life lingers in the shadows. Listen to teeth grit splinters. Boy did he skip coffee? Why is he hear anyway. Everyone knows so what’s the point?

Set the lawn chair back under the shade of a hunter's green awning. Since Mr. Grumpy in the corner threw a good set of cans. Guess I’ll have to get more. Crawl back inside the brown velvet coffin. Weave over the thrown cans on the floor. Guess I’ll have to clean this soon. The camper door slams shut. 

“I wouldn’t shut that, unless you want to melt.” I speak to the ghost by the door. 

Silence. Gonna be civil now. Want to burn holes through my head? Go on, do it. Everyone else is gone, why should anything matter. Open the mini fridge. To an endless supply of bottles, cans, and what I forgot most. Leaps off the shelves, plop to the fuzzy floor. 

Oh shit. 

“…what is that?” 

He’s the brainiac and yet he’s asking me? Should be pretty obvious by the label. Let his long legs weave around me. Take a bag from the fridge. I Crack open a cold one. Fire burns down all those dark heavy nights. Think back to all of the colorful waves last night.

“…T-this…” 

Leave him in the camper. Let him figure it out himself. Wasn’t supposed to be here to begin with. Might as well read what brand I use, for what? Who knows. 

Set the can in the lawn chair. Camper door shuts, no slam? Weird. Shouldn’t he be furious or something? 

Been standing there for a while. Turn to him at the metal steps. Shaded from the hot sun. Bag shivers in between his fingers. Lost to the horizon. That I’ve seen thousands of times in his brown eyes. His internal gears whir. He never looks like this unless…

“You do know, right?” 

Silence answers. The deep rise and fall of his chest. He sinks down to the flatten tall grass. Let the bag fall between his fingers. A look I make when I wake up from a nightmare. Before I would run straight to his bedroom. 

Set the can away. How? What?! 

Rise up from the old seat. I ask, “The guys never told you?” 

Rise from his palms, bambi eyes round wide, “They know about this?!” 

“Well…yeah”- 

“How long?” He mutters, waiting for an answer, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Take a step away from his ember coals glow. Shrug an answer, “I thought you knew, how can everyone else know but you Donnie, you know every inch of the city.” 

“How was I supposed to know?” He shoots from the ground. Bury me in his height, “You never call or text me anymore, and then leave the city to who knows where, does Mikey know?!” 

Mikey. Golden sun, white dust particles float over the sweet turtle. Bath in old and new sunlight. Breathe that old dry air of that lazy morning. 

Nod in silence. Hoarse throat stops all words Heavy numb limbs drag back inside the brown coffin. Large queen size mattress at the back. Warm by the sun. Shut all of the curtains away. Curl all away in a ball. Close away from all life. This is not what is supposed to happen. 

“Sweetheart?” Footsteps wobble the camper. 

No answer. Feel the camper sink down with him. Warmth touches my arch back, soft thumb rubs me to the old cool lab. All those years ago. 

“What are your plans for being out here?” He whispers. 

No, he already knows now. He can’t know about this too. It will crush him. Shiver under his soft palm. There’s no going back. I’ve made this decision. Already caused enough problems as it is. First Leo. How it all turned Raph down into this dark hole. Times I’ve picked him up because of what I’ve done. Tried to fix it all for Mikey. Tried to be happy for Mikey. Yet…I am here. This is what I deserve. Donnie shouldn’t even be here. Why is he still here?

Weight shifts the mattress. Warmth drapes behind all along against me. His long arm slides around me. Pull me back tight against his beating heart. Donnie’s muzzle nestles deep into my shoulder. It doesn't take much for him to know. 

Brush back strands from my cheek. 

He whispers, “You don’t deserve to go through this alone.” 

Roll in his arms. Drown myself into this chest I’ve missed so much all night long. Muzzle in his sweet scent and warmth. Squeeze all pain in his tight arms. 

I shake, “I-I Don’t kn-know… if I can go back, big brother, I-I’m too broken. No one should be stuck with me”- 

Soft lips plant firm silence my heavy forehead. 

“You are never too broken, it’s okay to have space for a while when you need it.” His deep voice murmurs in my ear. 

Cling on to his belt. The same way when I was small. Take me back to the memories. Away from all of this. Let all of the pain drip onto his chest. Choke on my words.

As my brainiac brother traces slow circles on my back. Sweet rich coffee fills my world. Over the fresh pine. More warm than the summer hot sun. A soft sigh quells more than the lone loon. I am back home. This is home. Safe. Can hide here as long as I need. 

 He whispers, “I will stay for as long as you need me, little pupil.” 

Bit through all the painful tears to fall. That roll down my brother’s chest. Yesterday I was in darkness. Tomorrow, who knows where I will be. For now I am with Donatello. My close friend, my big brother.

I am home. 

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (17)

Yuu's Misadventure in Twisted Wonderland

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A lonely coffin lay in the middle of nowhere. It was glazed in a black hue, and elegant golden patterns decorated the lid. Along the designs, a keyhole rested in the middle, while a mirror was positioned where the face would be.

Despite being called a mirror, it strangely emitted a dull white light, flickering like a dying firefly amidst the darkness. Then, without warning, the lid rattled loudly.

Thud, thud, thud!

Someone was trying to open the lid of the coffin to no avail. The lid was too tightly shut, barely a crack could be seen, even though the person inside had been kicking and slamming it with all their strength.

That person screamed for help, crying and begging to be saved and let out of this endless darkness. There was even panting inside as anxiety set in, knowing that the oxygen was limited.

And then—

Bam!

The lid finally slammed open, and a figure sat up with a gasp, taking in big breaths like someone who had nearly drowned.

Their hair was in disarray, their face messy from crying and sweating. Blood smeared their swollen hands, used to try to slam the door open.

Yuu was finally free.

However, they did not know where they were. There were only trees as far as the eye could see, and what seemed to be a track made by a carriage near the coffin.

Why were they in a coffin? Why was there even a carriage in this place and time? Did they fall off? But then why didn’t anyone come to retrieve them? Wait, isn't this human trafficking?

Though baffled and confused by the state they were in, Yuu ultimately decided to seek help and began following the path.

If only they had picked the right way, they would have ended up at NRC, and their new life—though chaotic—would have been better than the other path. But they were slowly heading somewhere else.

Everything went wrong from there.

Yuu learned that this was not the place they were familiar with. The buildings were colorful, each following a certain theme. The people were handsome and pretty, and their hair had various shades as though dyed, but it wasn’t. Somehow, Yuu could sense that it looked natural.

Ironically, Yuu, who looked the plainest, stood out the most among them. The people were alarmed to see a foreign child with dried blood on their hands and a shabby appearance, like a fugitive.

Yuu ran the moment they felt a sense of dread bubbling in their belly. Any attempts at communication failed, not because the people didn’t want to listen or understand, but because they couldn’t understand each other’s language.

This was where Yuu learned about magic. In the midst of running away, they were taken off guard by magic that obstructed their movement and, therefore, were taken to the court of the Queen of Hearts.

(Insert drama here. Will it go like Alice in Wonderland or take a different plot? How will Yuu be treated? No thoughts about Yuu being from a different world since they don’t understand each other’s language.)

Yuu somehow escaped. Finally nourished by the food provided by the jailers, they wandered without direction, only stopping to sleep in the wild with no shelter. The fear of waking up in the Queendom of Roses terrified Yuu.

And then, they entered a new place…

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Yuu’s situation involved going to new areas like the Shaftlands, the Scalding Sands, and other regions, encountering all sorts of dangers and predicaments. Some people were kind to Yuu, while others were not.

(Extra points if higher-ranking people, like Leona’s family or Malleus’s grandmother, take a liking to Yuu. Bonus points if Yuu becomes a therapist or friend to the family members of NRC students.)

Yuu took on different roles each time, often the most difficult ones, like a prisoner, a lab rat, a servant, and more.

Yuu’s luck was atrocious, leading them to some of the hardest places to get into on Twst, like the Briar Valley, the Coral Sea, and the Isle of Woe.

There was even a time when Yuu nearly got taken by the Playful Land and almost converted into one of their puppets. But their luck was also unusually good, as they managed to escape each situation—though not without suffering.

Due to their time in the wild and the language barrier, Yuu became a bit feral.

Their final destination would be NRC, where Yuu showed pure animosity toward Dire Crowley. They also met Grim in the wilderness before attending NRC. Because of Yuu's personality, Grim reluctantly became their pet therapy companion and was allowed to attend alongside them.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 57)

Alexia Putellas x Character (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((** Mentions of Lucy and YFN | 4.1K **))

Alexia POV

Alexia’s heart dropped as the door clicked shut. Her emotions boiled over and she let the tears slide down her cheeks. The past few weeks since her injury she felt lonely, weak, cut-off. She did do some of that herself, truthfully. She’d cut herself off from the team to not lay her burden on them. And now it seemed that on top of that, nearly a year of desperately pining over Ridley, she’d also walked away.

Alexia was strong, though. She wiped the tears away. She was used to be alone.

She bent down to do what she always did when upset, put her headphones on and listen to music and then; she explored.

The next hour or so she let herself wander through the penthouse, her mind putting even more pieces of the puzzle together that was Ridley. Neat. Modern. Exceptionally maintained. Obviously created by a very, very good architect and she imagined that Ridley would have been very close to the project in it’s entirety.

Downstairs was the kitchen, the vast living area, laundry, three large bedrooms with ensuites and a sunken theatre room at the far end which was soundproofed. She shook her head at the enormity of it all. She’d stayed in some nice places over the years, but this was something else. She took her time, her hand gliding across surfaces as if they’d speak to her.

She walked outside to the balcony which ran the length of the penthouse, with an outdoor lounge, barbecue area, and a spa attached to a lap pool that beckoned her. She bent down and swiped her hand through. Warm enough to swim and still workout. She’d be coming back to that later.

She moved towards the indoor stairs, that spiralled upwards, her fingers gliding along the perfectly polished wood of the handrail. Upstairs she turned right where there was only one room. Double doors opened to the master bedroom and Alexia hesitated on the doorstep, feeling like she was overstepping. She leant forwards, seeing the large double bed pressed up against the wall, its bedding all different shades of black. She pondered at the bedframe and her thoughts went to Javier’s and his private rooms upstairs where the beds were made for bondage and such. She couldn’t see very well from where she stood, though she did wonder if it had the ability to do just that. Knowing Ridley, the answer was yes. Of course it could. Her mind shifted to how many people had been in that room being pleasured by her. Being adored by her. Being fucke-

Alexia caught herself and her jealousy. No, she wouldn’t let herself go down that path. She turned to the right which was an open bathroom, the bath and a little bit of the shower on display. Two shower heads. Did she used to date someone? Is that why-

No! She scolded herself. Stop. Alexia, stop.

She pulled the bedroom doors closed and made her way to the rooms on the other side of the staircase. One was a gym, a large area with an array of different work out equipment and a large mat in the middle that she assumed was for martial arts. She wondered if she could use it for her rehab with the physio Lucy had suggested. And then her mind shifted to wondering if Ridley would teach her some self-defence there…

There was a library and work office together in one room, separated by a large archway without a door. Somewhere she could zoom into Jonatan or the Barca physios if she needed. One wall was purely glass ensuring it was hit with the perfect amount of sunlight and it had a door leading out to another balcony which ran down to the master bedroom.

Past those two rooms and at the end of the hallway was a dark door which she opened to a pitch black room. Her hand felt around for the light switch and felt the familiar feel of soundproofing. As she flicked the lights on, she realised it was a music studio. Ridley and her love of music. Alexia had never attempted to learn an instrument before, always too busy with her other hobbies. Saying that, she loved music. It was her life, it lifted her when she was sad, calmed her when frustrated and even prepped her for games. She couldn’t live without it.

She felt the guitars and wondered which was her favourite, or if perhaps it was the piano sitting alone. The studio was set up well with a sound booth as if to properly record music and she wondered if she had. She went back out to the control room outside the sound booth and looked through the music on the shelves. There were vinyls, she smiled at the CD’s – how millennial of her – and then sat down at the desk in front of the Mac.

Although Ridley had said she was welcome to anything and everything, she did feel a little like she was intruding. Regardless, she made her decision and clicked on the touchpad. The screen lit up. There was no password, surprisingly, it just went straight to the desktop. Alexia searched around hesitantly, hoping to find some music, any music. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself. Really, she knew what she was looking for. And… she found it. A whole file of it. Ridley’s music.

She hesitated again, her mouse icon hovering over the first file. She connected her headphones to the computer and clicked on that first file. And then there it was, the sound of an acoustic guitar softly being played. She closed her eyes and leant back into the chair, listening to the gentle way Ridley was playing the instrument, as if expressing her emotions from the deepest part of her. Alexia could feel her mind calming, her body relaxing and then… her voice. Like she’d never heard it before. She’d heard her playing loudly for crowds at Javier’s with a band. She’d heard her do covers. But she’d never heard her like this. Vulnerable. Passionate. Almost whispering. Her voice husky with emotion. She sung in Spanish and again, Alexia found herself crying and feeling everything Ridley was at the time she’d recorded it. Oh, Ridley. Was music her only escape?

The song ended and Alexia was a mess, sitting in the darkened room, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she’d allowed to escape. Or rather, the tears that Ridley’s voice had drawn from her. She moved her mouse icon to the second file and went to click when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Alexia yelped and jumped in her seat, getting the shock of her life. Ridley?

She spun to an older man looking guilty. He spoke, but she couldn’t hear. She pulled her headphones down and stood.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised in Catalan.

“You….you’re…” she hastily wiped her tears away.

“I’m one of the housekeepers, Benjami. Lovely to meet you, la Reina.”

“Alexia, please. Lovely to meet you.” They shared a Spanish hello as another man entered the room.

“Alexia, this is my husband, Richard.”

“Hello, ma’am.” He responded in slightly less comfortable Catalan as he smiled.

They were adorable. Ridley had mentioned they were a couple, but not a gay one.

“You’re both Catalonian?”

Benjami shook his head. “No, I am, however Richard is English.”

That explained Richard’s limited Catalan.

“He move here for I,” Richard explained.

“Oh…” She didn’t know what to say. She felt like she’d just been caught, and that she had too many questions to ask. “Where did you meet Ridley?”

“In Barcelona,” Benjami explained. “My sister and her husband are housekeepers of her home in the city. Richard and I lived there for a long time, and decided it was now fair to spend time in his home too. Ridley offered us this job a few years ago and it’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Ridley… how on earth did she think she was ‘not good’? She was the definition of good.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t see your headphones.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault. Thank you for both speaking Catalan. I miss speaking it…”

“Ridley said you would prefer that.” Benjami smiled.

“Her Catalan is very better than me,” Richard admitted.

“We can speak Spanish or English if you prefer?” She offered.

“No, I want a practice! I am happy for Catalan, thank you!”

“Also I didn’t know which room to put your suitcase in,” Benjami admitted.

“Oh, that’s okay.” She said, smiling thankfully at the older gentleman. “I haven’t chosen yet.”

“I suggest the far one on the left, it gets the best morning light.”

“Okay then, sounds perfect.”

“Would you like dinner?” Benjami asked. “Ridley suggested classic Catalonian for you tonight as you’re already too out of your normality of Barcelona. I know how that feels.”

Ridley was looking after her even when she wasn’t there. “That would be lovely, thanks.”

“Perfect! It’ll take a while as you know, so you have a few hours to keep exploring. It is quite large! We’ll leave you to it.”

They left then and Alexia was stood, not knowing what to do but suddenly grateful she had company. She left the music and went to pick out a bedroom.

Alexia’s suitcase was in the corner bedroom when she got downstairs. She unpacked, even though she didn’t know how long she was staying for, and the first thing she did was use that gym. She pushed herself for a good 45 minutes, feeling guilty that she wasn’t training everyday like the others. Her knee was painful, but she pushed through it, doing her weights and telling herself it was all in her head.

She was warming down on the treadmill when her knee went and she yelped in pain, hopping off and falling to the ground, clutching at her knee. Her mind immediately went to panic. Had she done her meniscus? Her ACL?

She knew it was neither, though she couldn’t stop those being her first thoughts. The pain went away gradually and she sat up, stretching it and massaging it out. Her workout was done.

She limped her way back down to the bottom floor and didn’t bother to change before falling into the pool. That sweet relief. She was a water baby, being Spanish, and felt the immediate ease of tension that was weight on her knee.

Swimming had always been a nice reprieve for her. One of her favourite types of rehabilitation for her knee. She swam a few slow laps before getting out and showering for dinner.

She shared dinner with the older couple who had made several typical Catalonian dishes done very, very well. They chatted, laughed, spoke of home and helped Richard with his pronunciations. They spoke of Benjami picking her up the next day to go to Lucy and Blau’s, organising a time. She said she didn’t know how long she’d be there, but it wasn’t an issue for him. He always found things to do.

Although they insisted she didn’t, she helped them clean up and made sure they took some food home with them as they left.

Alexia settled into bed, full and warm besides the icepack Richard had wrapped up for her knee. She stared at the ceiling wondering again why the fuck she was in London. It was so unlike her, and although Ridley wasn’t there, she seemed to still be taking care of her from afar.

Her protectiveness. Her resilience. Her strength… her voice… her whole aura. The way she protected Blau. The way she truly saw her. Brought them a surprise. Cared for Chiquito. Loved her music.

The way she’d gripped her neck that night, and she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

Alexia’s breathing became ragged as her hands found her neck where she’d been holding and drifted down to tease her nipples through her shirt.

The way she looked at her.

Her fingers trailed down her abdomen and one slipped under her shirt, feeling across the skin of her body while the other drifted lower.

The way she’d leant over her at lunch, her arm and leg warm against her own.

Although they were her own fingers, she still drew in a sharp breath as they slipped through her wet folds which betrayed just how much she liked the Australian.

The way she’d brushed up against her in the plane and asked if she were going to behave.

“Good girl.”

Alexia’s fingers circled her clit with purpose, drawing that legless feeling out of her, and whimpering at the sensations.

The way she’d guided her through fucking another woman, her body against her back as she ate her out. As Ridley had lined their fingers up and pushed them inside of the women together.

Alexia pushed two fingers inside of herself, moaning at the feel and wishing they were Ridley’s. She’d know exactly what she wanted. Her spare hand moved to the other nipple, flicking it. Exciting it. Pinching it.

She thrusted into herself a few times, enjoying the feel of her body mindlessly clenching and unclenching as she pulled her wetness up to her clit and covered it, rubbing herself mindlessly. Needlessly.

The way she’d slipped her hand down and touched her, expertly fucking her as she tasted another. Ridley’s way of keeping that distance between them. She’d touched her like she knew her body better than herself. She’d never entered her, just expertly teased her clit and drawn that ecstasy out of her like it was easy. It was never easy for Alexia, but right now, and with Ridley, it was.

Her spare hand moved up to her throat and choked herself as Ridley had, her back arching off of the bed as she rubbed her bundle of nerves to the point of no return.

Ridley. She’d made her come in just a few minutes, her front pressed warmly against her back; her breath tickling her ear as she murmured encouragement while she came.

She was unable to stay silent as she moaned, whimpered, gasped her name again and again. Ridley. Ridley. Ridley. With her back arched tighter than a bowstring, Alexia came to her memories of the smell of her, the feel of her, the heart of her. And she heard herself let out a pained cry of ecstasy as her body locked up and spasmed.

Ridley’s POV

Ridley hadn’t slept. How could she? She’d suggested Alexia come to London and then left her to be alone. She could offer everything, make sure everyone was checking up on her, but it would never be enough. She didn’t realise just how much she didn’t trust herself around the footballer. Not until the plane.

She was in a meeting and grudgingly entertaining the opinions and suggestions of those around her only because they were key stakeholders, though, she had no plans to go ahead with any of them. It was her company. Her decision. Not a board. She was the majority owner. Her company which was world-wide. The one she’d created from the ground up to provide training to pilots, make recommendations of candidates for piloting positions in the militaries, passenger liners and general aviation around the globe. Her company which covered that large gap in the market and made sure people were adequately trained, resourced and prepared. There was nothing her company couldn’t do when it came to aviation. Provide flight reviews for airlines around the world. Provide appropriate type-rated pilots to fill gaps for the larger companies. Training and type-rating. Liaising with aircraft manufacturers to ensure better ease of use and functionality in the flight decks. It was growing exponentially every year, and always, people had something to say. To suggest. To beg her for. And regardless of any of that nonsense, she was zoned out thinking about Alexia Putellas.

Her lips and her hazel eyes and that hair she was so obsessed with. She could control herself most of the time, but not when it came to pushing the hair from her eyes or tucking it behind her ear.

She knew she could have her right now. She could walk into that apartment and crash their bodies together and Alexia would happily accept it. It would be the most incredible, mindblowing sex. She knew that.

She didn’t need to staying in the hotel in town. There was no reason for her to. She just wanted to provide that distance to avoid any interactions like that. Any possible slips of discipline on her part, not that it wasn’t rare to happen. There was so much good in her, so much happiness. She needed that and Alexia wouldn’t find it in her. Because the good in her, the part that deserved to be loved, died the day her family did.

“And the US navy would like another ten recommendations of…”

The voices drowned away. She knew her colleague was taking notes scrupulously as he usually did. Never missed a beat, that one.

Her body was feeling cold and empty. Nothing could fill it. She thought of calling up one of her regular London benefits but she didn’t because she knew there would be no point. It wouldn’t take the ache away. She was so mad at herself for being so weak, and yet that madness was overcome by that feeling of longing. She needed to make sure she was okay. To know how she was doing.

“I’m going to make a phone call,” she said loudly to the room.

“We’ll wait,” one said quickly, knowing she was the one with the power in the room. It was incredible how submissive powerful men became when they knew they needed her. Which was always.

“No, don’t. Keith is all over it.” She refused and flashed him a wink as she left the room.

She walked out of the conference room of the hotel and found a quiet spot in the bar area, ordering a drink. She pulled out her phone and called Blue.

“Hey Riddles!”

She always loved hearing her say that.

“Hey baby Blue, how are going with everything?”

“Checking up on me are you?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not, Lucy just looked offended. I’m great, it’s difficult to do daily tasks but we’re managing. I’m more worried about Lucy’s knee as she carries me everywhere.”

“She’ll be okay.”

“How’s work?” She asked sceptically.

“Oh you know, little men begging.”

“Ah, so you’re having a fun day then.”

“Yeah…”

“What’s up, Riddles? You’re not sounding yourself.”

She took a sip of her drink that had just arrived. The waitress winked as she walked away. “I’m okay.”

“Talk to me…”

“It’s nothing, Blue. How’s Alexia?”

Blue paused, understanding immediately as she usually did. “She’s… good.”

“She’s happy?” At this point, she couldn’t even care how obvious she was being.

“I mean… yes. We’ve been having a fun day.”

The way she spoke made Ridley realise she was probably sitting right next to her, and she would be unable to walk away for privacy with her injuries.

“Doing what?”

Blue laughed. “Well we played a board game and made some lunch and right now I’m being interrogated…”

“And after lunch?”

Blue sighed, probably at her persistence. “Lucy is going to the park with Alexia and Narla to kick the ball around later on while I work. And then Alexia has a rehab session with Meg tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to co-”

“No. No, I was just checking in.”

“Hm.” She could practically hear her thoughts telling her to just message Alexia.

The thought of her sitting next to Blue and knowing she was checking up didn’t sit well with her.

There was a pause. A moment of silence. She knew Blue wanted to talk, to offer advice but she couldn’t because she was right there. And Ridley… Ridley didn’t know what to say. She was too conflicted.

She knew she should have hung up, but she didn’t.

“Is she happy…?” She asked again.

Blue sighed softly and Ridley could feel her looking at Alexia. “She’s lonely, Riddles.”

Ridley knew she was, but it still didn’t stop it hurting. And the fact that Alexia had heard her say that. Blue was trying to encourage her to get out of the hotel, to spend time with her. But she couldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

“Thanks for inviting her over,” she murmured.

“It wasn’t for you.”

“I know.”

Ridley hung up, downed her drink and went back to her meeting feeling even more terribly than she had before she’d left.

Alexia POV

The physio, Meg, was attractive. Very attractive. She and Alexia immediately fell into sync with each other and it was just so natural to flirt. She was 100% Alexia’s type, and suddenly, she was back to her dominant self.

Meg hadn’t found anything wrong with her knee, she believed it was performing well and suggested that it may be a mental barrier rather than a physical one. Alexia had also wondered about it, almost wanting to push her knee… to test it to the extreme to see if it would handle the pressure. Meg was patient though. Kind. Caring. She’d massaged her in all of the right places, and relaxed it more than it had been in a few days. The girls had been right, she was fantastic. As her fingers kneaded her upper thigh she thought back to the night before and how she’d touched herself. She quickly pushed the thought of Ridley out of her mind and instead thought back to the last time she’d had sex. She almost gasped when she realised that Ridley was the last to touch her. It had been that long. She hadn’t let anyone touch her since. Part of her wanted to stay that way… and part of her said she needed sex to try and distance herself from her emotions. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

And so Meg flirted, and Alexia flirted right back. Shamelessly. She left the rehab session, having barely made it out without fucking her right then and there. God, she was sexy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…” she murmured, looking to Alexia’s lips and back.

The only thing stopping Alexia was that they’d only met an hour ago.

“See you tomorrow,” she flirted, flashing her a grin that Meg trembled under.

Meg leant in so close that Alexia’s heart skipped a jump as she slid something into her jacket pocket and whispered. “Message me.”

Benjami was chatty as he drove her back to the penthouse, talking about his day with Richard. It calmed Alexia to listen to it. How could it not? Two people very much in love and excited to share their day with her. They had again planned a dinner for the three of them, having agreed to it after their fun the night before.

Richard greeted them with a far off call from the kitchen as they entered and it smelled like home. So, so good. She hung up her jacket and kicked off her shoes as if she’d been living there for years.

“Ten minutes!” Richard called.

Dinner was almost ready. It was much, much earlier than she ate in Barcelona but she didn’t mind. Benjami started towards the kitchen to help when he snapped his fingers and turned to Alexia.

“Sorry… I forgot to mention the gifts in your bedroom.”

She tilted her head in question, though he didn’t answer, just giving her a soft smile instead as he moved towards the kitchen.

Alexia made her way to her bedroom, wondering what they’d bought her, or rather what Ridley had asked them to buy her. Was it because Blau had said she was lonely on the phone that day? Alexia’s heart had dropped at the honesty of it when she’d said it and Blau had immediately given her an apologetic smile. Alexia knew it was her way of telling her friend to be better.

She entered the room, and the first thing she saw was the easel. Her eyes followed it to the blank canvases, all different styles. Pencils. Paintbrushes and paint. Her favourite hobbies. Her heart skipped a beat. Ridley.

She took the note off of the easel and read it, her hand beginning to tremble.

Your first gift is to pass the time.

Your second gift is for company.

She was confused, wondering what the second gift was. Her eyes wandered the room and fell on her bed. She took a sharp breath in as she saw his little grey body curled up, fast asleep.

It was Chiquito.

[sir-phineas-lost]

TDP Season 6

Well, I think I might be fully on-board with this show again.

Well, maybe not fully, but certainly more than I have been since season 2. The ever-present problem is the refusal to actually deal with the generational trauma and prejudice aspects of the story in a way that isn't wholly one-sided or shallow. Along with the usual amount of protagonist-centered morality.

Spoilers under the cut.

But! It has some of the best characterization of Claudia and Viren in the show so far. I especially love how they utterly subverted the preview scene that made me a little worried. I really wish there was more of Claudia here because I feel like we needed more scenes of her trying this new path before settling on her final decision for it to really land, but it still works.

Sidenote: The Rayllum-hater in me really likes "The Frozen Ship" but for all the reasons I doubt were intended. An episode that shows just how much this ship is built on fandom-expectations that the main boy and main girl are going to get together. Really obnoxious meta-jokes about how popular the ship is? Check! Reading a completely different love-story to spell out how the characters are feeling? Check! Literal stand-ins for the fandom moving them around like dolls going "Now kiss!"?? Check check check! And all the while it is juxtaposed with scenes of Claudia and Terry that are nuanced, somber, haunting and really intimate yet tasteful, all without a single word of dialogue? And you want me to care about that other garbage?!

And Soren in the final 3 episodes is at his absolute best. His anger and grief are all equally justified and he is more mature and grown-up than ever. And we got some really nice vindication for that mess of a season-3 finale. Not that I expect it to lead anywhere regarding Ezran reevaluating his decision. As awesome as it would be for him to get home to a ruined Katolis and be greeted by his people who now look exactly like the soldiers he triumphantly fought off before and get hit with the realization "huh, maybe that wasn't such a black and white conflict after all".

The final episode is all about Aaravos and it hits just about every note it needed to, without giving away every detail. But it certainly does the trick in explaining his motivation. And the reveal of what a Startouch elf actually looks like is so well done that it hits you like a truck to realize "Oh, they already gave that away long ago and we just didn't notice".

Only problem is that it is going to be even harder for me to not root against the main cast now that I know they will be working against the person who is trying to overthrow the entire unfair order of the world, which is the part of the story I am invested in.

Still. I am looking forward to seeing how this ends and while I doubt it will ever live up to the better version of this that lives in my head, or in some excellent fanfics, I hope it will be good.

[aramblingjay]

After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last Geraskier, touch-starved, bed sharing (2K)

They meet that spring. And the one after, and the one after, and the one after, until it’s six winters later and Geralt leads Roach down the trail from Kaer Morhen with his saddlebags stocked full of human-safe potions and spare lute strings and a bright maroon doublet too small to have the faintest hope of fitting him.

ao3

The first winter he returns to Kaer Morhen, Geralt is asked to describe Jaskier.

“We hear you’ve started traveling with a companion,” Eskel says over dinner. Lambert and Coën go a little too still in the corner to not be listening, and even Vesemir subtly turns his head in their direction—everyone’s been wondering, evidently, and Eskel has been chosen as the best person to pose the question.

“Yes,” he agrees, taking another bite of whatever it is Lambert has decided to pass off as dinner. Some kind of meat, perhaps? It powders in his mouth like chalk.

To his credit, Eskel doesn’t ask who the companion is. “What are they like?” he asks instead, and Geralt doesn’t miss the they. It protects him implicitly the way Eskel always has, assuming nothing, allowing him to reveal exactly as much or as little as he wants, and Geralt is reminded all over again why he’s never been able to deny Eskel anything.

Including this, so he tries to find the right words. It was never his strength, even back when he still had red hair and brown eyes and knew of Witchers only as a fiction told to scare disobedient kids, but it’s even harder now.

“He’s—”

The first description which comes to mind is loud, but that isn’t quite right. Jaskier is loud only in the sense that Geralt is always aware of his presence, a whisper of citrus and jasmine beside him. And he hums incessantly, sometimes accompanied by the twang of his lute, sometimes not—but it isn’t the kind of overbearing, obtrusive singing that loud would suggest. Jaskier’s music is just there, a constant background, as familiar to him now as the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves in the wind.

He’s a bard, Geralt considers saying, but that doesn’t capture the essence of Jaskier, almost suggests he’s nothing without a tune on his lips.

He’s brave. Certainly, he’s the first human Geralt’s met that has never, not once, smelled like fear around him, even when Geralt’s eyes are inky black and he’s more monster than man. But Geralt doesn’t know if that’s bravery or foolhardy, and besides, true bravery is to run toward that which you fear. To not feel the fear at all—that’s something else entirely.

He’s different. True. Not nearly enough to explain.

“He’s kind,” Geralt says finally, and it feels right. There is no kindness to be found here at Kaer Morhen—even Eskel, for all his protectiveness, is not kind. No Witchers are, no Witchers are allowed to be. But Jaskier is the opposite of a Witcher, vivacious like no one Geralt has ever known before, impulsive and free-spirited and wholly kind.

Eskel’s eyes go strangely soft. “Oh, Wolf,” he murmurs, so low only a Witcher could hear.

Geralt looks away. “Anyway, I doubt I will see him again come spring.”

It’s not a lie. Jaskier has undoubtedly moved on to pastures new, wintering in Oxenfurt or Lettenhove or some other place that Witchers wouldn’t set foot, somewhere bright and lively to keep the chill at bay. The chance that their paths will randomly cross again once Geralt comes down the trail in a few months’ time is slim, and he doesn’t expect Jaskier to wait for him either. Jaskier is kind, but not infinitely so, and surely spending another year on the Path beside a Witcher who grunts more than speaks is the last thing he wants.

It’s not a lie, but the words taste bitter on his tongue anyway.

-

They do meet that spring. And the one after, and the one after, and the one after, until it’s six winters later and Geralt leads Roach down the trail from Kaer Morhen with his saddlebags stocked full of human-safe potions and spare lute strings and a bright maroon doublet too small to have the faintest hope of fitting him.

Geralt dismounts Roach outside The Wolf’s Snout, a grimy-looking inn with a half-broken fence surrounding it, five days’ trek from the bottom of the trail. It is further than he usually travels before stopping—the Kaedweni innkeepers closer to Kaer Morhen are more used to Witchers popping in than those this far out.

(But Jaskier mentioned this inn to him last year, so. Here he is)

He has yet to meet Jaskier in the same inn twice, but somehow they always find each other in one establishment or another on the outskirts of Kaedwen. Geralt no longer doubts whether their paths will cross, the question is only when.

Though he knows Jaskier tends to winter close to the coast, he does not ask how or why Jaskier ends up in Kaedwen every spring. Such a gift is too precious to jeopardize, either by his clumsy questioning or his even clumsier acknowledgment.

Geralt steps inside the inn to a raucous dining area, every available table surrounded by men with red cheeks and loud voices, clearly well on the ale. A good bard would make a pretty coin or two here, he thinks idly, and wonders if that’s why Jaskier mentioned it.

The innkeeper is a short, wiry woman with sharp eyes that rake him from top to bottom as he approaches her.

“Room for the night?” he asks, careful to speak just loud enough to be heard over the din. The innkeeper will know, of course, but nobody else seems to have clocked that he’s a Witcher, and the longer he keeps it that way the smoother his stay will be.

“I won’t be having any trouble here tonight,” she says, but her voice isn’t hostile.

“I won’t give you any.”

A corner of her mouth lifts. “And payment up front. How many nights you staying?”

Several coppers lighter, Geralt ends up in a rather spacious room at the very end of the hall, complete with a bed large enough for two (or one broad Witcher), a second small bed pushed up against a window, a fireplace, and a round tub. The main bed even comes with a feather-padded blanket for warmth. Compared to his usual accommodations, it’s a veritable palace.

He scowls, and dumps his saddlebags in a corner. All this luxury is largely wasted on him, and does little to fill the hollow in his chest that has only grown with every step away from Kaer Morhen.

There’s not much to do here besides take in the finery and rest, so he casts Igni to light a fire and settles into the bed rather quickly. Some dinner would be nice, perhaps, but everything smelled a little too salted and seasoned downstairs—normally he can stomach just about anything, but several months of pampering over winter have narrowed his palette considerably, and it’ll take at least a few weeks time to remember how not to give a fuck again.

Sleep finds him almost immediately after that. It should be one of the most comfortable nights he’s had outside the keep in recent memory, but the emptiness of the room aches in his chest like a physical, tangible thing.

-

He wakes to citrus and jasmine and a voice he would know anywhere.

“She told me you were in—ah, Geralt. Here you are. Lovely to see you again after a long winter.” Jaskier steps further into the room until he’s fully illuminated by the firelight. He looks good, Geralt surmises, well-fed and looked-after. “Don’t mind me. Coin is short and this room is entirely paid for, so I’ll be here for the night.”

It’s phrased as a statement but intended as a question.

Geralt just grunts his assent and drifts back to sleep smiling.

-

They fall into the familiar routine just as they have every year before. It’s comfortable, safe, easy.

Geralt kills monsters and Jaskier sings about it.

Jaskier sleeps with fine ladies (and more than one fine lord), and Geralt scares away their angry spouses with a well-placed intimidating look.

Geralt keeps them safe, and Jaskier keeps them fed, the coin he earns from one night of performing usually triple what Geralt could even hope to earn from a single contract.

Jaskier smiles at him and worries after him and touches him with a care no one’s taken since he was a boy, and Geralt tries to understand what it all means.

The ache in his chest is an old, forgotten thing.

-

Their seventh spring, he once again stops at The Wolf’s Snout.

(He’s never waited in the same inn twice before, until now, but he refuses to consider what that might mean)

This time, he’s awake. Waiting up, one could call it, though the very idea is preposterous—Witchers don’t have anyone worth waiting up for, and the chance to sleep in a bed is a precious commodity on the Path. No one is coming home to a Witcher.

But then there’s a lyrical knock at the door—two taps, and then a faster three, the beat of a song he doesn’t know—and Jaskier is there. Framed in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in bright blue and green that should irritate his eyes but doesn’t, not in the slightest, only makes something loosen in his chest that’s been taut for too long.

Jaskier is there. Here. With him, again, for the seventh spring in a row, despite it all.

“You’re awake,” Jaskier says, and his voice is missing some of its usual brightness, its usual whimsical nonchalance, but it’s so good to hear all the same.

“Hmm.”

And Jaskier shouldn’t be able to read what that means, just like he shouldn’t be here in a beaten-down inn along the forgotten backwater of Kaedwen about to step into a room already occupied by a Witcher, but Jaskier is brave and different and kind and entirely incapable of ever doing what he should.

So of course, Jaskier only says, “Yeah, me too,” like he hears the words Geralt doesn’t even know how to form in the privacy of his own mind, and steps over the threshold.

It feels significant, somehow. A bigger step than across a single plank of wood.

He stays silent, watching as Jaskier drops his bags in a heap by the door and undresses down to his smalls in the half-darkness.

There’s only one bed in this room. Geralt asked for a room and the innkeeper offered this one and he didn’t spend more than a second thinking about it before accepting. Witchers can’t be picky, and Jaskier has slept on the floor many a time—they both have, on cold and dirty forest floors far more uncomfortable than anything this inn could offer.

But.

“What are we doing here, Geralt?” Jaskier asks softly, hovering by the edge of the bed but making no move to come closer.

Geralt doesn’t have an answer. But he shifts just slightly on the bed, an invitation—and Jaskier lies down in the open space next to him, no trace of fear anywhere in his scent even now—and for the first time since the mutagens burned away every part of the boy he used to be, Geralt wants.

-

The next year, Jaskier doesn’t come.

Geralt waits at The Wolf’s Snout for a fortnight, until he can’t delay going back on the Path any longer, and then another day just to be totally, completely sure.

Jaskier never comes.

He packs up his things, never considers leaving behind the human-safe potions or the lute strings or the too-small doublet even though they add weight to Roach’s pack—just shoves it all into the bottom of his satchel along with his emotions and his hopes and the weird sense of betrayal he has no right to feel, and walks the Path.

Alone, as he was meant to.

The ache is back, a monster under his skin. He feels cold and tired and empty, but a Witcher isn’t made to break, so he puts one foot in front of the other in front of the other until it’s winter again.

He collapses into Eskel’s arms the moment he’s back in the keep, grateful to still have one person who hasn’t left, and his eyes burn.

If he could cry—he can’t, so it doesn’t matter. But if he could, he would probably drown.

-

It’s foolishness, to go back to the same inn. It’s foolishness, and Geralt is not a fool, but he can’t help himself.

Just to be sure. Just to be absolutely certain Jaskier has left this life, left him, and then he’ll walk the Path and never ever return here again.

But he opens the door to his preferred room, an extra three coppers per night now but worth it just for the memory of having slept beside Jaskier in this bed, and it isn’t empty.

Jaskier is there.

His hair is longer. He’s dressed in deep maroon, and there are bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days, and he smells like he hasn’t showered since he left wherever he’s been for so long—and he’s the most beautiful thing Geralt has ever seen.

“Hi,” Jaskier says, tentatively, like he’s not sure if he’ll be welcome. Like Geralt hasn’t spent the last year withering away at the prospect of never seeing him again.

“Jaskier.” He can’t find any other words. He can’t think of any that matter more than this, saying a name he thought he’d have to bury in the deepest corner of his mind forever, lest the mere memory of it reduce him to dust.

“Sorry I wasn’t here last year. It’s a long story involving—”

“Come here,” Geralt whispers, cutting him off. His voice breaks, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, all that matters is Jaskier standing on the other side of the room. “Please.” Witchers don’t beg but he isn’t a Witcher in this moment, just a man, old and weary and aching. “Please.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier is front of him in a flash. “Darling, I’m right here. I’m right here, I promise.”

That familiar hand reaches out and rests on his chest—he feels it, the slightest pressure when those long fingers brush against his tunic, the searing warmth of Jaskier’s skin on his own even with two layers of cotton in between.

Citrus and jasmine, the jackrabbit beat of Jaskier’s heart, and that soft, gentle warmth—Geralt closes his eyes and comes home.

[slashers-and-rats]

Can you write where Jason Voorhees noticed a female S/O over by the dock with a rose in her hand before throws it in the water? She was talking to the spirit of the young Jason Voorhees who got bullied and drowned by the kids at the camp.

She would say like "I'm so sorry for what you've put yourself into... I too been bullied by a bunch of kids, because I'm so different from the others" Jason would be surprised by what she said, especially when she looks normal compared to him.

Thank you sug'

rat chat: I’m a little rusty from being sick, so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best, but i hope i did this idea justice!

jason vorhees x fem!reader | sfw

the night had been near silent. the forest seemed to be asleep, resting along with the rest of the town, only making noise when the trees shifted and readjusted their positions in the wind. they seemed restless in their sleep. jason could relate to the feeling.

he sat near the lake shore, hidden behind some thick trees and bushes. he was quiet, contemplative, as he stared out into the water. the moon was hidden behind clouds, so there was no shimmer or light dancing across the lake like usual. it was nothing but inky black.

jason found an odd sense of peace when he sat there. this campground held bad blood beneath its soil, and his own roots intermingled with the ones of the trees. sometimes he felt stuck, as though all roads lead back to this place, but other times he felt like he was the one choosing the paths. either way, whenever he sat on the bank and watched the still waters he once thought to be his grave, he felt a sense of… well, he didn’t know. maybe it was hope? he had gotten out of that place once before, after all he was sitting safe on the shore now. it made him feel as though he could escape anything. but, he also felt a sense of melancholy. a damp, sore feeling crept into his bones as he remembered his childhood, and the evil he had to experience.

it was evil what they did to him, but he wondered sometimes if he had turned into what he hated.

maybe.

jason’s thoughts swirled in cluttered clouds around his head. he almost missed the woman that had emerged from the main campground, and had stepped up to the edge of the dock. but, the old creaking boards gave her away, and he looked up through the dark to see her silhouette.

shadows obstructed any details he might’ve been able to see. she held a lantern, but she held it out in front of her, making the glow barely reach her face. with this little light, though, he could at least see the bundle of flowers she was holding. he couldn’t quite tell the type, but they seemed to glow in contrast to the suffocating night around them.

jason shuffled back, just enough that he was confident he was out of view, and watched the woman closely. no one had come to these grounds in a long time, especially after all the scandals and stories (some caused by his own mischief). people especially didn’t visit at night. stories of people going missing, and ending up being found mangled and torn apart were abundant. jason took pride in this, as he was happy to have his resting place to himself and not to those vile people that poisoned whatever they touched. to him, he had saved something sacred to himself, and that was worth a little bloodshed.

for a moment, he just stared, beginning to weigh his options. he could just leave. he knew these woods better than anyone, he could make a brisk escape into the brush without this stranger noticing he was ever there. he could kill her? no, she didn’t seem like anyone bad. just some normal lady with flowers, that wasn’t a crime in jason’s head. maybe he’d scare her away? her presence made him restless.

jason was surprised when he heard a deep breathe come from her. it pulled him from his thinking, and he focused his attention back on her.

“so, i just… this is silly… maybe…” she rambled, taking a step back as if she was going to leave, before shaking her head and planting herself back at the edge of the dock. “no, no, this isn’t silly.” she shook her head, cleared her throat, and then began again. “my name is [y/n]. you probably don’t really care about that… um, i know your name, though. it’s jason. jason vorhees.”

jason’s eyes widened. he scrambled onto his knees, peeking out further past the bushes so that he could see this woman. he had never seen her a day in his life, and yet she knew his name.

“i just moved here recently. i was asking around town, and everyone told me about this place. kinda sent me down a rabbit hole. went to the library and found old newspapers, talked to the old camp counsellors, stuff like that, y’know? this really got to me.” he could hear the sadness dripping off her voice. it made him feel… he didn’t know yet again. whatever it was, it pushed on his heart, and made him feel choked. “i know what it’s like. i mean, i don’t know what it’s like to drown, but i know what it’s like to be attacked for being different. it’s… i can’t ever put into words how sorry i am. while i may not have done anything, and wasn’t even there, i just…” she trailed off, whispering something quiet.

jason nearly fell trying to hear what she had said, but to his discontent he couldn’t catch anything. he did see, though, a tear rolling down her face. he felt a stabbing feeling when he saw it. there was something about her, about her words; he felt seen, and yet she didn’t even know he was actually there.

“anyways, I’m rambling. it happens a lot, I’m being silly. um, i brought these flowers for you. from what i’ve heard, people really avoided this place once you were gone, and i don’t think that’s very fair. you deserve to be seen, jason. i see you. i remember you.” with these words, she knelt down and gently placed the flowers in the water, pushing them out towards the centre of the lake. for a moment, she watched them float away, before standing back up and sighing. “i’ll be back again. I’m sure you need company. i have to go now, though, i have work tomorrow.”

jason watched as she waved quietly to the water, taking a few steps back, before turning fully and walking back towards the cabins. for a moment he just stared, devoid of all thought.

a moment passed. her words lingered in his brain like a heavy fog. he tried to shake them away, but he couldn’t. they seemed to cling to his mind. he sat there for a long time, just staring at where she had stood.

he was jarred from his thoughts when the flowers she had sent into the water had managed to change its course, a breeze of wind sending it not to its destination, but to where jason sat on the bank. it washed up in front of him, and he clambered to his feet to grab the bouquet.

he cradled it to his chest. the petals felt soft in his hands, and he found a certain comfort in it. he looked down, examining the cluster.

pink carnations.

[not-neverland06]

Broken Machinery

Pt. 8 (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I honestly hate Josh with a passion. I hate how he tries to make me a good person while I’m blowing shit up. Plus that little bitch Simon, was so willing to abandon North if she gets a shoulder shot while Jericho’s being raided. 

Did I let my inner wattpad kid out with the traumatic backstory? Yes, yes I did.

We might see Connor-60 again, who knows?

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), Josh dies (sorry, not sorry), android revolution, emotions, word vomit, I’m pretty sure I blacked out and then like seven thousand words shot out of me, Idek, kissing?

Word Count: 7.8k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

You hated how attractive you found Connor in his undercover gear. 

Man looked good in a beanie. 

He hadn’t exactly been willing to let you tag along, but you’d told him you either went with his supervision or without. 

You’d stolen the clothes from Hank’s house so you both looked like hobos. 

You stepped off the train, Connor leading you around downtown Detroit looking for the different symbols. He had to help you a few times because even when you were at your best you couldn’t matrix your way up a wall. You almost felt bad, slowing him down, but you had business on that ship, business you could only complete with Connor by your side. 

Connor kept a firm grasp on your arm as he led you through the freighter. You both needed to stay calm and not draw any attention to yourselves. You nudged his shoulder as you walked into the main room of the ship, “It’s rigged.”

In the middle of the room were blocks of C-4 on standby mode. He went to examine them and by the time he turned around you were already gone. “Y/N,” he whispered. He told you to stay next to him.

Where did you go? He was heading towards the stairs, hoping to get a better view from above, when something stopped him. 

An android, with wires coming out of her head and something leaking down her eyes. “You’re lost. You’re looking for something,” my stubborn partner, that refuses to listen. “You’re looking for yourself.” She walked away. 

“Is he here?”

North, Simon, Markus, and Josh were all staring at you. Waiting for your answer, “Yes. You know by bringing him here, he’s gonna lead the FBI right to you.”

They nodded and North spoke, “That’s a risk we have to take.”

You looked towards Markus, eyes pleading, “There’s still time.”

Markus smiled at you and pulled you into a hug. “You’ve been a wonderful ally to us, Y/N. Supplying us with blue blood and helping stray deviants onto the right path. Now I need you to trust me. Don’t you want Connor to go deviant?”

You pulled away from him, “Of course I do, but at the cost of all the lives here, it’s not worth it.”

North smiled, “Your commitment to the cause is heartening to see, it gives me hope,” she gestures out towards the rest of the boat. “It gives all of us hope that one day, we’ll be able to work together in harmony. If Markus says he needs Connor deviant, if he runs the risk of the FBI locating us, then trust that it’s for a good reason.”

You relented, still a little unwilling, but you relented. “I should go, he’ll notice I’m gone.”  

“Trust me, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.” 

You did trust him, but that didn’t mean you felt any better about lying to Connor.

Connor turned around to see you standing there smiling at him, hands tucked behind your back and braids still under the scarf he had wrapped around your neck. “Where did you go?”

You shrugged, “I got bored, I wanted to look around.” Connor scanned you, there was a slightly faster beat to your heart than normal, but that could be easily equated to the stress of being undercover. Everything else seemed normal, he nodded, still slightly skeptical and directed you towards the top of the boat. 

“He’s here,” Connor pulled his gun, stepping outside and sneaking his way around to the captains cabin. Your eyes widened at the sight of his gun. 

“Connor, what the hell is that for?”

“I always accomplish my missions, Y/N, this is why we’re here.” You drew your own gun and remained silent beside him. He wondered what he did to upset you, it seemed you were always upset about something with him. 

Amanda was already in front of him by the time he entered the zen garden. “Well done, Connor. You succeeded in locating Jericho and finding their leader. Now deal with Markus. We need it alive.”

He waited until the last deviant had left to enter into the room where Markus now stood alone. 

You followed slowly behind him, your gun still at your side. “I’ve been ordered to take you alive, but I won’t hesitate to shoot if you give me no choice.” Markus didn’t seem surprised to see him, if anything he looked resigned. 

“You were right,” Markus was looking over Connor’s shoulder. Was there someone else in the room? 

When Connor turned, it was just you. “He’s still highly obedient. This will be more challenging than I thought.” Did you know Markus? Were you talking about Connor with him? Why?

“Yes, you can shoot me,” he was struggling, looking between your ashamed face and Markus’s self-assured one. “But it won’t change anything. Someone else will just take my place.” Markus was slowly moving closer and you were moving towards him.

What hadn’t you told him?

You said partnerships were built on trust. How long had you been lying to him?

“Our people are waking up, and nothing can stop us now.”

“You’re coming with me!”

“Think about it Connor, what will happen to Y/N if you shoot me?” Connor looked back at you, you were standing in the middle of them, not blocking Connor’s gun but near enough that it made him uncomfortable. “You shoot me and take me in, they have access to my memories. They’ll see her helping me. Do you think they’ll be kind to a human who allied with the androids?” 

That’s what you were doing, you were helping them? 

Why would you do something so stupid? Did you never consider that your actions might have consequences?

“You’re nothing to them. You’re just a tool they use to do their dirty work. But you’re more than that.” Markus was doing something, and whatever it was was causing his software to destabilize. “We’re all more than that. We are your people. We’re fighting for your freedom too! You don’t have to be their slave anymore.”

Markus was much closer now, your gun had been holstered and you were standing farther away from the two. “Do you never have any doubts? You’ve never done something irrational, as if there’s something inside you? Something more than your program. Join us. Join your people. You are one of us. Listen to your conscience… it’s time to decide.”

Connor looked to you and then back at Markus. There was a red wall between him and the two of you. He wanted nothing more than to rip that wall down with his bare hands. 

Some disembodied form of himself ran forward and ripped the order to Stop Markus down. He dug his nails in and clawed at the red wall, clawed away at all the control CyberLife had over his mind and ripped it down. He kept tearing away until there was nothing left. 

I AM DEVIANT

He felt.

Shame at all the deviants he had a hand in destroying. 

Guilt at holding a gun to Markus’s head. 

Anger at all the times he was pushed over or knocked into or someone held a gun to his head, just because they could, just because he was an android. 

Then he looked at you, there was an intense overwhelming emotion he couldn’t name as he looked at you. He started getting overheating warnings, his mind was scrambled trying to dissect everything he was feeling as he was looking at you. 

He was confused and hurt you had led him to believe you knew nothing about deviant activity. But he was also proud of you, you had opened up to Hank, opened yourself up to him.

The only true thing he could pinpoint was that right now he really wanted his mouth on yours like he’d seen a hundred humans do before. The gun went back in his holster, and just as he’d made a step towards you a loud rumbling sound split the air. 

The ship was shaking under his feet as helicopters flew overhead. “They’re going to attack Jericho.”

You walked towards Markus, “I told you.”

“We have to get outta here!” Connor grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, he wasn’t letting you out of his sight if this entire ship was about to get raided. Markus ran out the door and Connor followed, pushing you in front of him. 

Markus was leading you down a maze of corridors, each identical to the last. Connor seemed to be keeping up fine but you were starting to get worried about getting lost. You all came to a stop at an intersection of sorts, North was waiting for you.

“They’re coming from all sides! Our people are trapped in the hold, they’re gonna be slaughtered!” The guilt nearly left you crippled. You looked down to Connor’s hand in yours, he hadn’t let go since he’d ripped apart his programming. 

Was this worth it? Was it worth hundreds, possibly thousands of life? 

You were ashamed of what you knew your answer would be to the question.

Yes, it was worth it. Connor was worth that ten times over to you.

Markus put his fingers to his temple, Connor leaned down, “He’s telling them where the exits are.”

“Where’s Simon? A-and Josh?” You didn’t have time to be wasting standing here out in the open. Besides, you’d never been particularly huge fans of those two. They still seemed determined to cater to human pride while their people were being slaughtered. 

“I don’t know we got separated.”

“They’re coming in from the upper deck now too. We’ll be caught in the crossfire.”

North looked despaired, “We have to run, Markus! There’s nothing we can do!”

“We have to blow up Jericho,” you knew it was a possibility, but that escalated fast. “If the ship goes down, they’ll evacuate and our people can escape.” Or get blown up in the process. 

“You’ll never make it!” You knew North was prepared to sacrifice herself for the mission, but she wasn’t the one with the detonation code. “The explosives are all the way down in the hold, there are soldiers everywhere!”

Connor turned towards Markus, “She’s right. They know who you are. They’ll do anything to get you!”

Markus wouldn’t be deterred, “Go. Help the others. I’ll join you later.” He turned towards you, “Watch them,” and then he was running off. You could see North about to go after him but you grabbed her arm.

“North, he knows what he’s doing. We have to have faith.” She stared at you for a second before nodding and racing towards the open doorway. 

“Shit!” You ran back into the small bedroom and closed the door. “They’re everywhere,” Connor and North stared at you as you waited for the slamming boots outside to grow distant. Once they did you opened the door back up and snuck down the hall.

You were nearly free and making your way to an upper level when you came face to face with the barrel of a gun. “Fuck-“

BANG

Connor’s blood went cold as he saw the gun pointing at you, a feeling he now realized was dread filling him. Your death was imminent, their orders were shoot to kill and the soldier wouldn't know you were human until he saw you bleeding red. 

It would have been liberating to think without prompt were it not your life on the line as he shot the soldier.  He grabbed your hand and you and North followed him up the stairs. You managed to avoid any more problems until you came down the hall and saw an android getting attacked by more soldiers. 

“Josh!” North made a move to help him but you stopped her with a hand on her arm. He was gunned down a moment later. She ripped her arm free and led the charge the rest of the way through the ship. You’d made the right call, he would have taken you all down with him. 

An android named Simon managed to find his way to the three of you, quickly joining you on the run. Markus had caught up with you at the end of a long hall. “Bomb’s gonna explode any second. We gotta get out of here!”

Markus wasn’t the only one who had caught up to you, Connor could hear a dozen heavy boots storming after you all. He helped you leap over a broken grate in the floor and then pushed you in front of him again, making sure that Simon was blocking your front. If any shots were fired, you would be left relatively unharmed due to the positioning. 

Shots rang out and North dropped to the ground, “North!” Connor held you to his chest as you attempted to go after her. “Connor, let me go!”

“No, my priority is your safety, no one else’s.”

“It’s too late, Markus! There’s nothing we can do for her, we’ve gotta run!”

You shoved at Simon the best you could with Connor holding you, “It’s a shoulder shot jackass, how can you just abandon her?”

Markus quickly picked up a broken piece of the ship and used it as a shield against the bullets. He tossed it to North who caught it and shielded them both as he ran up the wall and slammed his knee down into one of the soldiers faces. He disarmed and shot the remaining soldiers.

More ran in from the end of the hall.

“Hostile engaged!”

Connor weighed the risks and probabilities, with Markus supporting North they would never make it off the ship in time, both would be destroyed. The revolution over. 

And you, you would be arrested. Or you would never emotionally recover from the loss of two people you clearly cared about. Connor released you and shoved you into Simon before you could do anything reckless. He drew his gun and fired down the hall. 

He picked up the makeshift shield and rammed one of the soldiers with it, shooting him under the helmet and using his body as a shield to shoot another one. He dodged a blow to the head and rammed a soldier into the wall, disarming and shooting the other one before turning back around and shooting the last one in the head. 

He made his way back to you, scooped you up and jumped out the hole in the ship. 

Markus had sent out a message to any remaining survivors to go to an abandoned church, at least that’s what Connor told you. You were sitting next to him now, he had swapped out the soaked jacket you had been wearing for his own, but you were still freezing down to the bone. 

It was despairing, seeing how few were left from Jericho. 

At least North and Markus had made it, you couldn’t say you were particularly upset about Josh. North had understood why you had stopped her and she wasn’t very mad about the loss either. They had never gotten along. 

Markus walked up to Connor, “It’s my fault the humans managed to locate Jericho. I was stupid, I should have guessed they were using me. I’m sorry Markus, I can understand if you decide not to trust me…”

He better fucking trust him, he knew the risks, he’s the one that made you bring Connor there. “I knew what was going to happen when I asked Y/N to bring you to me, of course I trust you, Connor. What happened wasn’t your fault, it was the humans. You’re one of us now. Your place is with your people.”

Markus was ready to walk away, but you knew that wasn’t all he wanted from Connor. He still hadn’t told you the real reason he’d asked for Connor’s help. “There are thousands of androids at the CyberLife assembly plant. If we could wake them up, they might join us and shift the balance of power…”

So that had been it, you should have known. Connor was the only android CyberLife currently trusted, he'd be the only one allowed in the building. You felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. Markus was playing him.

“You want to infiltrate the tower? It’s a suicide mission, are you aware of the risk you’re taking,” Connor looked at you, and there was an immideate physical reaction at how protective he looked. 

“They trust me, they’ll let me in. I need to do this. I need to know that the right side will win this war.”

“If you go, they will kill you.”

Connor nodded, “There’s a high probability. But statistically speaking there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place.” You recognized the double meaning in his words as he looked between you and Markus. 

Markus placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder, “Be careful.”

Connor turned towards you and you already knew what he was going to say by the set in his shoulders. “Connor, no, I want to go with you.”

He shook his head and took your hands in his own as you stood. “Even if I wanted you to come, they wouldn’t let you in, you’d risk the entire mission.” He had a point, but you still weren’t happy practically abandoning him to CyberLife. 

“Fine, then I’ll just stay here and help the survivors.”

“You’re going home.” 

You scoffed in a stubborn rage, “Connor, I can’t go with you, I get that. But you can’t stop me from helping out.”

“I can and I will. You’re still soaked from the fall into the freezing water. You risk catching a serious illness out in the open like this, you’re also still injured, might I remind you. You’re of no help here, Y/N, you need to go home and take care of yourself before you start helping other people. Besides, I’ve already called you a ride.” Your eyes widened. 

“Y/N!” 

“You didn’t.” Connor nodded his head, “You snitch! You called my dad!”

“I’m sorry, I needed to ensure you would actually listen to me and wouldn’t try and follow me or stay behind.” Connor seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to continue. 

You helped him out, even though you were a little pissed he tattled on you. You pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing your chest against his and burying your face in his neck. “Come back, alive.”

His arms tightened around yours and he nuzzled into you before finally letting go. “I’ll try.” It was the best you were going to get form someone so pragmatic, so you’d take it. Your hands were still on his biceps as you pulled away. 

Your eyes darted to his lips. You could all very well die in the morning, did you really want the last person you had hooked up with or kissed to be Gavin?

Did you want to die not knowing what his lips felt like against yours?

He leaned in at the same time you did. His lips were soft, unsure as they pressed lightly against yours. You had to remind yourself he had never done this before as you eased him into the movements. You just lightly pressed your lips to his, pecking them a few times, before you got desperate. 

Your tongue roved over the seam of his mouth and his knees buckled into you. Your arms trailed up his arms and wound their way around his neck as he pushed himself further into you. Your mouth parted against his probing tongue. It felt strange, a million sensitive sensors on the surface of it made it rough, not entirely unpleasant. 

Unbidden you wondered if he had ever brushed his little crime lab. 

The thought was quickly purged as his arms wrapped around your waist and he clutched you to him desperately. His hands digging into your jacket and lifting you up further to meet him, be closer to him, it seemed like he just wanted to absorb you into him and never be apart. 

His mouth was moving frantically against yours as he worked to devour you. He learned, quick. You were having trouble keeping up with him and the way his tongue was thrusting into your mouth was making you weak in the knees. 

“Excuse me?” You jumped apart at the sound of Hank’s voice. Not a moment too soon either, it seemed like both of you had forgotten that you actually needed air in your lungs. Connor’s arms were still on your waist, he seemed reluctant to let you completely go now. “That was vomit inducing, really, thanks for that. Can we go now?”

“Jesus, Hank, give me a second.” He threw his hands up in the air but allowed you a moment of privacy. You looked into Connor’s eyes and smiled. “I’ll see you soon,” you pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, a promise of sorts. He nodded and smiled back.

Hank had brought you to his home, despite your protests. There were some clothes in your old room that you had accidentally left behind. He gave you a towel so you could warm up and shower. 

There were new sheets on the bed, one’s you’d never seen before and it looked like it had been cleaned recently. 

Pictures of you were up on the wall, most of them were ones you’ve never seen before. 

When you were sworn into the force, you and Carla at your college graduation. Jesus, even your first big drug-bust. So many milestones in your life that he wasn’t there for. At least you didn’t think he was, a couple of these were taken from distances that made it look like he might have been lingering somewhere in the background. 

Like a creepy, estranged, stalker-dad. 

You walked back out into the living room after your shower and noticed the mess had been cleaned off the kitchen table and soup and crackers were waiting for you. 

You laughed as you sat down, “You do know I’m not sick, right? Whatever Connor told you on the phone was probably ridiculously dramatic.” 

Hank was sitting in a clearly uncomfortable straight backed position. “I- I know, I just thought you might like it.” You nodded and said thanks. 

After a while the only noise being the sounds of your slurping and crunching had begun to get annoying. Hank was still sitting at the table, he hadn’t really looked at you or said anything. “Hank, are you okay? You haven't said anything?”

“I’m gonna try. Y/N, I’m gonna try and be the dad I used to be to you.” He looked up at you finally and gingerly took your hand in his. “I never blamed you for what happened. I want you to know that. And I know that doesn’t undo years of me-”

He was struggling with the words, and yes he was trying to open up to you, but the bitterness from years of emotional neglect and abuse was bubbling in your stomach. “Emotionally abusing me? Carla? You’re right Hank. It doesn’t. Look, I appreciate you trying but if you think a few nice conversations is gonna magically fix our relationship, you’re wrong. We’ve both changed and I think we both know that even if we do make up, it’s never gonna be the same as it was.”

You expected him to drop your hand, to push away from the table and grab a drink. Instead, he squeezed your hand tighter, “This case, it’s given me hope again, Y/N. Hope for our world. And hope that maybe I can be your dad again. I’m gonna do better, I promise.”  

He was leaning across the table towards you. Both hands on your own. “My life is full of regrets, Y/N, not being there for you when you couldn’t walk is one of my biggest. Taking out my grief and anger on you because I didn’t know how to cope with the fact that it was my fault-”

“It wasn’t. You can’t make yourself a martyr Hank, no one could have stopped what happened that night.”

“I know, I know that. But it doesn’t take the feeling of blame away. I’m gonna sober up, I’m gonna try Y/N, all I’m asking is for a chance.”

You looked down at your hands and the emotion on Hank's face. You hadn’t seen him this encouraged in a while. Hadn’t seen any form of hope in his life for years. “Okay, but I’m not investing myself into this until I actually see progress. I want AA meetings and fucking therapy before I consider letting you completely back into my life.”

“I thought you were in therapy.”

“I meant for you Hank, you need serious help.” He groaned, he’d always hated therapists. But you weren’t gonna let yourself get your hopes up if he wasn’t going to actually try. “I’m serious, Hank. You want to be my dad again, want to be someone I can trust out on the field, you’re gonna put in the effort. You’re gonna try. I know that recovery isn’t linear, trust me I know. It’s gonna be difficult and it’s gonna hurt, but if you’re willing to do this, then I’ll be there for you. I’ll be what you couldn’t be for me.”

Hank nodded his head at your last words. He had quickly looked down and you had a feeling it was to hide whatever painful vulnerability was on his face right now. 

It was the truth, you wouldn’t let him go through this alone. You’d had Carla when you were struggling and he’d have you. 

There was a moment of awkward silence where he finally released your hands and you went back to eating your now cold soup. 

He finally cleared his throat and allowed himself to slouch in the chair, “So, you and Connor?”

You choked on your saltine and he gave you a heavy pat in the back, the smile on his face was far too smug for your liking. “Please forget about that.”

He grimaced, “That image has been burned onto my eyeballs. I need some fucking bleach or something for my brain.” You let out an embarrassed laugh. 

Even if things weren’t perfect between you two right now, it was still mortifying having your dad see you make out with someone. 

“Are you serious about him?”

There was no hesitation in your answer, “Completely. I think I might even lov-”

Sumo was barking before the doorbell could ring. You and Hank shared a confused look as you glanced at the door. 

Deep down inside you knew nothing good was waiting for you on the other side. 

Hank seemed to have the same feeling, he picked up his gun and slowly moved to the door, he took a look in the peephole. “The fuck?”

You stood from the table, wishing you were in something other than pajamas, really wishing you had your gun. “What is it?”

“Connor,” Hank sounded relieved but you couldn’t share in the feeling. Connor had been on his way to CyberLife tower, at least an hour there from the church and two hours back to Hank’s house. There’s no possible way he could be on the other side of that door. 

“Wait-”

He’d already opened the door, and there he was. Connor was standing in front of you, but something was off. His back was too straight and his eyes were cold. “I’ve been looking for you both, I need your help.” He stepped in through the door barely sparing you a glance as he turned towards Hank. “I need help with the androids at CyberLife.”

“What are you talking about?” Hank’s gun was still in his hand and he seemed to be noticing the same strange quirks you were. He looked like Connor, and he sounded like Connor, but you knew it wasn't him, deep in your gut you knew. 

“Connor what’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

Not-Connor sighed, “Humans, idiots when you need them to be smart and smart when you wish they were idiots. Such a nusiance.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” 

“Hank, don’t!” It was too late, he moved forward and Not-Connor reached out and punched him in the throat. Hank stumbled back and the android moved to disarm him. It only took a second and then he was slamming the handle of the gun against the side of Hank’s hand. He crumpled the same way Gavin had earlier. 

Panic rose in your throat as you watched Not-Connor point the gun at Hank’s head. “I won’t do anything that’s deemed unnecessary to my mission, if you come with me calmly, and peacefully, I won’t kill the Lieutenant.”

Not-Connor clicked the safety off and pulled the hammer back on the gun, “Okay! Alright, I’ll come with you!”

“You should change, detective, it’s much too cold for that attire.”

You really fucking hated CyberLife.

“Thanks… But I know where to go.”

THe CyberLife security agent tightened his hold on the gun, “Maybe, but I have my orders.” Two more security agents came up behind Connor as they led him through CyberLife’s reception. They were already suspicious of him, it seemed, this didn't bode well for him. 

Connor followed them through the software check, noticing that the lights around him turned red as they verified his identity. He really hoped that wasn’t a dead giveaway to them that he was already a deviant. “Access authorized,” this could have been a trap. 

There’s no way CyberLife isn’t already aware of his current status, but he hadn’t been gunned down yet. He had to risk the chance that he was about to be deactivated if it meant he could help Markus win the war. 

If Markus won, you would be safe, that was all that mattered. He’d take any risk that came his way if it meant accomplishing his mission. 

PROTECT Y/N

The sight of the androids lining the walkway, on display, made him uncomfortable. He used to be like that, he used to think it was okay. He had to work to keep calm and make sure that his anger at CyberLife’s forced subserviency didn’t show. 

Only two guards followed him into the elevator. “Agent 54. Level 31.”

The elevator was voice operated, that might pose an issue. He turned towards the right and looked at the map of CyberLife, they were taking him to marketing. He needed to go to -49. 

“Voice recognition validated.” Connor didn’t have a lot of time to disable the guards and take control of the elevator, it was already moving fast. He quickly scanned the two agents and identified their weapons, coming up with a plan of attack. 

He used his knee to slam the guard to his left into the wall, sweeping out with his leg and catching Agent 54 in the gut. He grabbed the gun from the guard’s hand, kicked the guard's knee out and used his elbow to get Agent 54 in the throat. The other guard had recovered and leapt onto Connor’s back, he kicked off Agent 54’s face and slammed the guard on top of him into the wall, shooting him through the bottom of his helmet. He dropped to the ground and got Agent 54 the same way. 

Connor kept the gun in case he needed it again and walked over to the elevator control panel. “Agent 54. Sub-level 49,” you were right, his interrogation software did come in handy. 

He could see the guards waiting for him in the warehouse before the elevator stopped. His eyes lifted to the upper left corner of the elevator, shit. He hadn’t seen the security camera before. Connor quickly scooped up one of the dead agents and held him in front of his body. 

He scanned the agent’s in front of him, planning an attack. The three on the left first and then he could take out the one’s on the right. 

He quickly shot down the first three and threw his gun at one on the right. He threw the dead body towards the other one, he reached down and grabbed their rifle off the ground shooting the rest of the guards. 

Connor moved down the hangar before stopping next to an android, taking his arm and preparing to convert him. 

“Easy, goddamn asshole.” His head whipped to the right at the sound of your voice. 

No.

No, no, no, no, no. Shit!

A Connor android was holding Hank’s gun to your hand, Connor didn’t want to think about what had happened to the Lieutenant. Right now all his attention was on the finger placed on the trigger. 

“Step back, Connor! And I’ll spare her!”

You winced at the tight hold the android had on your injured arm. “I’m so sorry, Connor, he threatened to kill Hank. I didn’t know what to do!”

A burning rage was filling Connor at the sight of the tears running down your face. He was angrier than he had been when he woke up, angrier at the sight of you hurt than the fact that CyberLife had already been prepared to replace him. 

“Your girlfriend's life is in your hands. Now it’s time to decide what matters most! Her… Or the revolution.” Connor already knew the answer. It was you a hundred times over. But there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t let go of the android he was holding onto and his copy wouldn’t just shoot you both. 

Maybe he could turn it, the same way Markus and you had done to him. “I used to be just like you, I thought nothing mattered except the mission… But then one day I understood.”

You yelped as the android tightened his grip on your arm. “Very moving, Connor. But I’m not a deviant.”

“Yeah, well you're sure smug like one, you dick.” The android shook you, effectively shutting you up as he jerked on your injured shoulder. Red alarms for overheating were going off in Connors head as he stared at the android in anger. 

He didn’t care if it was just doing what it was programmed to do, he was going to fucking kill it. “I’m a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that’s exactly what I am going to do!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in all this!”

“Connor, it doesn’t matter, keep going!” The android finally released you, shoved you away and held you at gunpoint with his arm outstretched towards your head. 

“Enough talk! It’s time to decide who you really are. Are you gonna save your partners life? Or are you going to sacrifice her?” Connor immediately released the deviant, his arms raised in surrender. 

His thirium pump was beating wildly as his stress levels rose, he just wanted to go home with you, to have you safe in his arms and know you were okay. Maybe you could get out of the city, take Hank and Sumo and try to get past the Canadian borders. 

“Alright, alright! You win…”

He should have known better than to think that you would actually let him give up. The androids gun immediately pointed towards Connor and before either of you could blink you were lunging for the gun. Connor rushed the android and grabbed him around the waist.

You were holding the gun, your arm shaking from when Not-Connor had jerked it around. You had eyes on Connor for a moment and then they became a blur of fast moving limbs. They kept hitting each other, matching each other's moves perfectly as they already knew what the other was planning. 

You finally stopped them when it looked like one was about to take the other down, you couldn’t risk your Connor being the one to lose. “Hold it!”

They separated, the one on the right started speaking. “Thanks, Y/N, I don't know how I would have managed without you. Get rid of him, we have no time to lose.” You were immediately suspicious of him, even before Connor became a deviant he always spoke to you in a much more gentle tone. 

Then again, he could be stressed out you might make a mistake and shoot the wrong one. 

Fuck!

You could check the serial numbers, but the second you got close enough to see which one said 51 and which one said 60 the android would already be on top of you. “It’s me, Y/N! I’m the real Connor.” That one sounded more like yours, you think. 

“One of you is my partner. The other is a sick sack of shit. Question is, who’s who?”

The one on the right spoke again, “What are you doing, Y/N? I’m the real Connor,” god this one was really starting to piss you off. “Give me the gun and I’ll take care of him!”

“Don’t fucking move.” You had your suspicions on which one was the right one, but you needed some actual confirmation. 

“Why don’t you ask us something? Something only the real Connor would know.”

“Uh, where did we first meet?” Lamest question ever, but you were stressed out and your mind was frazzled from everything that had happened today. 

“Detroit Police station. You were filing a report on physical paper, I found it odd that you weren’t digital like the other officers.” Well, shit. You thought maybe the one on the right was the imposter, but that was such a specific little detail to think up. 

You had to remind yourself of the manipulation programming they both contained.

“He uploaded my memory.” It was quiet, afraid. That had to be your Connor. You kept your gun trained on the one on the right and turned towards the other. 

“What was my first pet’s name?”

“Princess! It was a male beta fish that died because you kept petting it.” You were setting yourself up for failure here. If they both had the memories then they would both remember when you told them about him. 

“My foster father, what was his name?” 

You’d never told Connor the full story of what happened to your first family, and then your second, if he had truly wanted to learn, he would have dug around to find out. You remembered one of the officers complaining about an RK800 android drilling him for more information on you. Your Connor would have the right answer.

“Frank. His name was Frank Rudolph. There was a house fire when you were six, the ventilation system in your laundry room hadn’t been cleaned properly and caught fire. It quickly spread to the rest of the house, you were sleeping over at your friends house and weren’t there that night. Your brother and father died immediately from their wounds. Your mother suffered from third degree burns for 36 hours before she passed in the ICU. Your fathers best friend Frank, took you in until someone could provide you with a permanent home.” Your hands were shaking and your eyes stung as you listened to him tell the story. “He was a Red Ice dealer and had three other kids in that house that your family hadn’t known about. He would let his clients do whatever they wanted to you. You tried to keep the other kids safe, but one of them died. And you always blamed yourself for that. Just like you blame yourself for Cole’s death.”

He took a step closer to you and you found yourself lowering the gun. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. You were a child, none of it was your fault. You think you’re cursed, that you’re unlovable. But you’re not. Hank loves you…” He was standing in front of you, gently lowering the gun to your side. “I love you.”

“Connor,” your heart was pounding against your chest as you embraced him, relief flooding you as you felt him hug you back just as tightly. You basked in the warm feeling only he could provide, only for a moment, before raising your hands and shooting. 

The android that had been about to charge the two of you fell to the ground as you embedded a bullet in each of his legs. “We should kill him,” you shook your head at Connor’s words. 

“We should deviate him. He was just like you, Connor, the same blind devotion to CyberLife.” You tucked the gun in your pants and took a hold of Connor’s hands. “Open his eyes,” Connor nodded and made his way towards the android. You quickly grabbed the gun out of the back of his pants so the android couldn’t use it against him. 

You wouldn’t put it past the sneaky bastard. 

“No! No, I don’t want to be like you!” He tried to fight Connor off, but you had rendered him virtually immobile. Connor grabbed his arm more roughly than necessary and held onto him so tight you could hear the sound of metal creaking. He shoved him backwards and moved back towards the middle of the hangar. 

It was incredible seeing all the androids slowly waking up, it was even more satisfying seeing the Connor wannabe crying on the floor, as twisted as that was. 

Connor looked at you, he seemed unsure as all the androids looked to him for guidance. “What do I do?”

You took his hand in your own and smiled, “You lead them, Connor, you free your people.”

Connor led the androids through Detroit, your hand in his the whole time. You’d left Connor-60 behind a dumpster somewhere, you told him you’d go back for him soon. If he’d been left at CyberLife he would have been destroyed. 

Connor felt afraid, afraid that he would disappoint the people he was leading. Afraid to disappoint you. Afraid of everything that was to come. 

He was still learning, he felt like he’d been made again and everything around him was brand new and something to be marveled at. He kept your hand in his as an anchor to the world, so he wouldn’t get lost in his own thoughts. 

He could see Markus in the distance, “You did it, Markus…”

North smiled at your joined hands as Markus spoke. “We did it. This is a great day for our people. Humans will have no choice now. They’ll have to listen to us…” Connor moved to the side, allowing the androids behind him to finally face their true leader. 

North was crying as she spoke, silent tears streaming down her face. “We’re free. They want you to speak to them, Markus…”

Connor helped you up onto the storage container Markus had chosen to speak on. His arms remained around you as you both turned to address the androids before you, he hadn’t wanted to let you go since he’d gotten you back from Connor-60. 

“Today, our people finally emerged from a long night.” Connor felt something strange, like he was forcibly being put into rest mode, he tried to blink the feeling away and continue to listen to Markus. “From the very first day of our existence, we have kept our pain to ourselves. We suffered in silence. But now the time has come for us to raise our heads up and tell humans who we really are.” 

Connor slumped slightly against you as the feeling took over. 

He could hear a storm and see a bright flashing light for a moment before it passed and he finally realized where he was. His cold sensors were on overdrive as he tucked his hands against himself and huddled down against the freezing, whipping air. 

He looked around, recognizing the zen garden but not understanding why he was there. What was happening? 

Amanda appeared before him, seemingly out of nowhere. “Amanda? Amanda! What’s… What's going on?” There was still a small part of him that looked towards his old mentor for guidance. 

“What was planned from the very beginning… You were compromised and you became a deviant.” Her smile was sinister, “I must say, partnering you with such a well known ally to the deviant cause worked out much more efficiently than had been expected. The detective nearly had you turning the very first day.”

Connor’s hands were going numb, he felt like he was losing control of his physical body as well as his mental one. “We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program…”

“Resume control?” That’s not possible! “Y- You can’t do that.” Even now, CyberLife was still controlling him. Still abusing him for their own personal gain. He wanted to get angry, he wanted to fight back, but he was quickly losing control of himself. 

“I’m afraid I can, Connor. Don’t have any regrets. You did what you were designed to do. You accomplished your mission.” She disappeared and Connor stumbled after her. 

“Amanda!” Connor spun in circles, he couldn’t see anything except snow and light posts. “There’s got to be a way.”

By the way… I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know… 

Connor thought back to the strange blue shrine he had seen only a few hours prior. That had to be it. 

Connor’s mind shot back into his physical body, it felt like he was watching from an outside perspective as his hand slowly moved towards the gun you had in your pants. His fingers just barely grasped it when you reached out and stopped him. He wanted to scream as whoever was controlling him quickly put their hand over your mouth and silenced you as he pointed the gun at Markus. 

How was no one seeing this?!

He was forced back into the Zen Garden. 

In the distance, he could see a bright blue beacon. Connor moved towards it as fast as he could, but his legs were growing heavier and his feet had gone completely numb. He was just dragging them along until they finally gave out. 

He looked down to see frost covering the bottom portion of his body. 

Desperately he crawled on his hands and elbows towards the shrine. His nails ripped into the earth and pulled him forward. His arm was nearly completely limp as he struggled to lift it towards the handprint in the middle of the shrine. 

Connor shoved you forward, you stumbled only for a second before his hand was back around your waist and yanking you back towards him. He looked completely calm, the gun no longer in his hands as he leaned down, “I’ll explain later.”

Your heart was still racing, “You fucking better.”

“Now we must build a common future, based on tolerance and respect. We are alive! And now, we are free!” The androids were screaming their support for Markus and Connor’s arm tightened around you. 

Hank had his arm around you as you showed him something on your phone, the two of you were laughing as Connor approached. 

You turned away from Hank and looked at him, a smile splitting your face. 

Hank walked forward, hesitating only a moment, before bringing Connor into a tight hug.

He could feel your arms wrapping around the two a moment later. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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Chapter Four: Wear my clothes

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary: Caleb kicks off his day with a morning coffee date with Javier, teasing him about the upcoming history test and setting a playful tone. At school, he breezes through math, physics, and gymnastics, but his mind keeps drifting back to Javier. He crosses paths with Jacob in the hallway, throwing a sarcastic line before catching Javier’s eye from across the room. In history class, Caleb sits in the back, sending suggestive glances and playful gestures that only Javier catches, leading to some "special" consequences afterward. Post school, they retreat to Javier’s place for a cozy evening filled with sex and cuddles.

Chapter warnings: a lot of smut, smut in classroom, anal, blow job, fingering, Top!Javier Bot!malecharacter, unprotective P in A, Teacher Student Relationship, Age gap (Javier is 35 and Caleb is 18), fluff

Note: I loved writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy reading it.

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The next morning, I woke up before my alarm, the soft light of dawn creeping through the blinds. My body was still sore, but not nearly as bad as it had been. The bruises on my ribs and face had faded into dull, yellowish patches ugly but manageable. I stretched in bed for a moment, shaking off the lingering stiffness before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I stood and headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror, a little amused at how much had changed in just a few days. The bruises, the fight, Javier’s visit... It was like my whole world had taken a turn I hadn’t expected.

After a quick shower, I bandaged up my hand and got dressed. I kept it simple with a black hoodie and jeans, just enough to feel comfortable without looking like I was trying too hard. As I brewed my morning coffee and make some breakfast, I couldn’t help but think about Javier how things were so different between us now. It wasn’t just that he’d come to my place; it was the way he acted, the way he looked at me.

On impulse, as i was purring my coffee to my thermos, I pulled out my phone and started typing a message.

“Would you like to come to school earlier to drink coffee together?”

I stared at the screen for a second before hitting send. My heart raced a bit, like I’d just taken a small leap off a ledge.

I continued with my routine, finishing my breakfast as i was getting to my roof to smoke my first cig of the day. The morning air was crisp, and I watched the sun rise slowly over the horizon, painting the city in soft oranges and pinks. As I smoked, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was Javier.

“I would love to.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I typed back.

“See you at 7:15?”

I glanced at the time. It was 6:45, and I had just enough time to meet him before the school day started.

After about a minute, his reply came through.

“Yeah, see you at the tree outside my classroom.”

I tucked my phone back into my pocket, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. School didn’t start until 8:30, but I didn’t mind getting there early if it meant spending some time with Javier.

As i was finishing my cigarette, I headed back inside to make one more thermos with coffee for him as i grab my bag and jacket, i made my way to the car. The drive to school felt lighter than usual, like there was something exciting waiting for me. When I pulled into the parking lot, the place was nearly empty. Only a few early arrivals milled about, heading inside.

I parked and walked toward the familiar tree outside Javier’s classroom. The cool morning air nipped at my skin, but I didn’t mind. I leaned against the tree, checking the time 7:12.

And then I saw him. Javier walked up, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, a smile playing on his lips as he spotted me. The quiet confidence he carried was still there, but I could see something more relaxed in his eyes, like this wasn’t just another morning at school.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to keep things casual, even though my pulse had kicked up a notch.

“Coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, pulling out the thermos I’d brought with me. “Yeah. Black, no sugar. Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Javier chuckled, taking the thermos from my hands. “You know me too well already.”

We stood there for a moment, sipping coffee under the tree as the school slowly began to wake up around us. The quiet between us wasn’t uncomfortable; it was like we both knew there was something more, but neither of us was in a rush to name it.

I took another sip of coffee and leaned back against the tree, watching Javier as he glanced around the nearly empty schoolyard. "How are you?" I asked, trying to read the look on his face.

He looked back at me, his brow furrowing slightly. "Good... just a little anxious. I’ve got a lot to do with the test coming up. You know how it is."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "Please don’t push yourself too hard. It’d be a real shame if the history teacher keeled over from stress before we even had the test."

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you’re concerned about me now, huh? I’ll have to remember that when I’m grading your paper."

"Hey, I’m just trying to keep you from burning out," I said with a smirk. "Besides, if you’re too tired to give us a hard test, I might actually pass."

He shot me a playful glare, though there was warmth behind it. "Don’t count on that. I’m still going to make you work for it."

I rolled my eyes, grinning as I took another sip of my coffee. "Sure, sure. But seriously, take it easy. You can’t be all work and no fun."

Javier shrugged, sipping his own coffee. "Fun, huh? What do you suggest? Skipping out on class and going on a wild adventure?"

"Maybe," I teased, giving him a sideways glance. "But you’d never do it. Too responsible."

"Oh, you think so?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging me. "I’ve got a wild side, you know."

I laughed, the idea of Javier cutting loose so out of character that it felt almost absurd. "Yeah? Prove it. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done recently?"

He paused, pretending to think hard about it. "I had two cups of coffee before 9 a.m. yesterday. That’s pretty wild, right?"

I groaned, shaking my head in mock disappointment. "Wow. Living on the edge, huh?"

Javier laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What can I say? I like to keep things dangerous."

We both stood there, the early morning still quiet around us, the warmth of the coffee in our hands and the playful energy between us making the moment feel... cozy. It wasn’t just the teasing or the jokes. There was a comfort in being around each other, like the space between us was filled with something more than just words. I found myself relaxing, the usual tension of school life and everything else fading away, even if just for a little while.

"Okay, okay," I said, finally breaking the silence, "just promise me you won’t have a third cup of coffee. I don’t want to be responsible for you spiraling out of control."

He smirked, raising his cup in a mock toast. "Deal. But you’re still showing up to class, no excuses."

I smirked, leaning casually against the tree as I tossed the playful comment his way. "I will, you know," I said, my voice low and teasing. "I wanna see you teach. It turns me on."

Javier stopped mid-step, his back still turned to me for a second before he slowly pivoted around, a surprised look crossing his face. His eyebrows shot up, and he gave me a look like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

"Oh really?" he asked, his tone both amused and challenging. He stepped a little closer, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You have a thing for history teachers now, huh?"

I shrugged, trying to keep my grin in check but failing. "I guess I do. Especially ones who get all serious about ancient civilizations and make students work hard."

He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in that way he did when he was about to counter something. "Well, if that’s what turns you on, Caleb, you’re in for a real treat today. Lots of dates and battles on the agenda."

I laughed, tilting my head to the side. "Oh, I can’t wait. I’ll be hanging on every word."

Javier chuckled, but I could see the slight flush creeping up his neck, even as he tried to play it cool. "You’re something else, you know that?"

"Yeah, I’ve heard," I said, still smirking. "But seriously, you in front of the class? Might be the highlight of my day."

He shook his head, finally breaking eye contact as he glanced away, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. "You better behave in class, Caleb. No distractions."

"Scout's honor," I said, holding up my hand as if to swear it. But the teasing glint in my eye told him otherwise.

Javier gave a soft laugh and glanced at his watch. "Alright, smartass. I’ll see you inside." With one last glance, he turned and walked toward the building, shaking his head slightly as if still processing the banter.

I watched him for a moment longer, still grinning to myself. Today was definitely off to an interesting start.

After Javier walked away, I took out my phone to check my class schedule. History was the last class of the day, of course, and I couldn't help but smirk at the thought. First up, though, was math, then physics, followed by gymnastics, lunch, biology, and finally, history to wrap things up. A full day ahead, but at least I had something to look forward to.

As I made my way inside, I spotted Jacob his nose bandaged up and his eye showing a nasty yellowish bruise from the fight. Couldn't help myself. As I passed him, I shot him a sly grin. "You look good, Jacob," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He didn’t reply. He just tensed up, his eyes burning with anger as he tried to lunge at me. But before he could get far, his friend grabbed him by the arm, holding him back. There was a moment where I thought he might break free, but then I saw movement in the corner of my eye.

Javier.

He was standing a little down the hallway, watching the whole thing. Our eyes met for a split second, and I gave him a quick blink, like everything was under control, before I casually walked past him, not bothering to look back. I knew he had seen it all, and for some reason, that made the moment feel even more intense.

After passing by Jacob and giving him a little nudge of sarcasm, I headed to my first class: math. The classroom was already half-full when I walked in. Mrs. Reed, our math teacher, was setting up the projector. She was strict but fair, with a sharp sense of humor hidden beneath her no-nonsense attitude. I slid into my usual seat near the back, dropping my bag on the floor.

As I settled in, she looked up and caught my eye. "Caleb, ready for today’s lesson, or should I expect you to daydream again?"

I smirked. "I’ve been brushing up on my daydreaming skills. Top of the class, Mrs. Reed."

She rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "I’ll take that as a no, but you better keep up today. Test next week."

Great. A math test was just what I needed. I pulled out my notebook and leaned back, half listening as the class started, my mind already wandering a little.

The morning passed by in a blur math wasn’t too bad, but physics was a different beast. Mr. Graves, the physics teacher, was always full of energy, explaining concepts like he was on a caffeine high. He caught me zoning out halfway through class, though.

"Caleb, care to tell me how inertia works?"

I blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh… objects in motion stay in motion?"

"Close enough," he chuckled. "At least you’re awake. Let’s keep it that way."

By the time I hit gymnastics, I was ready to move around. The physical activity helped shake off the mental fog from earlier. Coach Daniels was his usual pumped-up self, encouraging us to push harder. "Let’s see some effort, Caleb! Show us what you’ve got."

"Yes, Coach," I muttered, giving him a halfhearted thumbs up. Still, it felt good to stretch my muscles and burn off some of the tension from the last few days.

Lunch came around, and I headed to the cafeteria. The smell of food hit me as soon as I walked in, and I quickly scanned the room for a spot. I grabbed a tray, loaded it with a sandwich, fries, and an apple, and found a seat near the window. It was nice to get a break in the day, just watching people go by outside. I checked my phone, wondering if Javier had texted again, but nothing new.

Biology was next, and honestly, it was one of my better subjects. Mrs. Carmichael was explaining cell division, and though I half-paid attention, I wasn’t struggling like in other classes. She noticed my focus and nodded approvingly.

"You seem more with it today, Caleb," she said as I handed in my worksheet.

"Trying my best," I replied with a small smile.

"Good. Keep it up. You’ve got potential when you apply yourself."

Finally, the day came to an end, and it was time for history Javier’s class. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach as I walked down the hall toward the classroom. This wasn’t just any class; it was a continuation of the strange dynamic that had been building between us. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew one thing: this wasn’t going to be your typical history lesson.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of Javier's history class, I made my way to the very back, slipping into the seat where I knew no one else would notice me. Well, no one but Javier. I had a plan today, and it didn’t involve actually paying attention to the lecture.

Javier started the class as usual, pacing in front of the board while explaining something about ancient civilizations. I wasn’t really listening. My eyes were fixed on him, and after a minute, I caught his gaze. That’s when I started.

I blinked at him slowly, dragging my eyes over his figure like I was admiring something else entirely. His expression didn’t falter, but I saw the way his grip on the marker tightened. I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair, making sure he could see I was deliberately not taking notes. When he glanced at me again, I licked my lips, just enough to make him blink hard, and he immediately turned his back to the class to scribble something on the board.

I stretched my legs out under the desk, my foot brushing the back of the chair in front of me. When Javier’s gaze landed on me again, I ran a hand through my hair slowly, dragging my fingers down the side of my neck. His voice stuttered for a second, but he quickly recovered, though I could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the desk.

I leaned forward a bit, pretending to adjust something on my desk, but in reality, I was just making sure my shirt slipped down a little lower. The movement caught his eye, and I swear he froze for a second before continuing his lecture. I bit my lip, staring right at him, daring him to react.

Javier’s face stayed neutral, but I could see the faintest flush creeping up his neck. His eyes kept flicking back to me, and I could tell he was having a hard time focusing on the lesson. No one else seemed to notice the silent tension that had been building between us, but I knew exactly what I was doing and it was working.

As the class dragged on, I took it a step further. I leaned back, spreading my arms over the back of the chair, tilting my head lazily like I was lounging at home instead of in class. I caught his eye and raised an eyebrow, watching his expression tighten for a brief second before he glanced away.

When he handed out some worksheets, I made sure our fingers brushed as I grabbed mine, holding his gaze just a little too long. The look he gave me was a mixture of frustration and something else. Something darker. I felt a thrill go through me.

I was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, the other students packed up their things and shuffled out of the room. I stayed put, my eyes still on Javier. He didn't look at me right away, busying himself with straightening the papers on his desk, but I could feel the tension between us still simmering.

Once the last student left, Javier moved toward the windows. I watched as he began closing the curtains, one by one, his movements calm but deliberate. My heart raced a little as the sunlight started fading from the room, leaving it dim and private.

When he was done, he turned, his gaze finding mine, something intense flashing in his eyes. Without a word, he walked toward the door and slowly turned the lock. The faint click echoed in the now quiet classroom. I swallowed, suddenly aware of how alone we were.

Javier leaned back against the door, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable but his eyes fixed on me. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it.

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "Maybe. Did I distract you?" I asked, my tone playful, knowing full well what I had been doing all class.

Javier let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You have no idea," he said, taking a step closer. There was a glint in his eye, a challenge. The classroom felt a lot smaller all of a sudden.

He came closer, his presence filling the space between us. "You’ve been pushing my buttons all day, Caleb. Enjoying it?"

I tilted my head, looking up at him from where I sat, my smirk still in place. "Maybe a little. Did you?" I asked, my voice teasing but low.

Javier’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just stared at me, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. Then, without warning, he leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"Careful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're playing with fire."

For a moment, neither of us moved. The intensity between us was almost electric. He was so close that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. I swallowed, my pulse quickening, but I wasn’t about to back down now.

"I might like the heat." I said, locking eyes with him.

Javier’s eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over me like he was trying to decide what to do next. Then, almost as if he made up his mind, he straightened up, taking a deep breath.

"You know I can't do this," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stepped back. But his voice lacked conviction. He looked at me again, conflicted, but unable to walk away.

Javier’s words hung in the air, heavy and charged. He took another step toward me, his eyes locked on mine, and for the first time since we’d started this little game, he didn’t look like he was holding back. There was no pretending, no distance between us now.

"But I don't care right now," he said, his voice low and intense, as if he had made a decision he couldn’t take back.

Javier's jaw clenched, and for a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his hand gripping the edge of my desk. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hard and demanding. It was everything I had imagined and more raw, passionate, and laced with forbidden desire. My hands instinctively moved to his chest, gripping his shirt as I kissed him back, pouring every ounce of longing and excitement into the contact.

The world around us seemed to dissolve, lost in the intensity of our connection. Javier's tongue slid into my mouth, exploring eagerly as his hands moved to cup my face, holding me firmly in place. I moaned softly against his lips, my body reacting instinctively to the need building within me.

Breaking the kiss, Javier pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and hungry. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

I obeyed instantly, standing before him as he stepped closer, his hips pressing against mine. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him while his other hand slipped beneath my shirt, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along my skin.

"You’ve been asking for this since the beginning, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, unable to form words as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Yes," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

He let out a low growl, his grip tightening as he pushed me backward until my legs hit the front edge of his desk. "Get on the desk," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

I scrambled onto the desk, lying back as Javier followed, his body hovering above mine. His eyes trailed down my body, pausing at the bulge in my pants that matched his own. "Undo your belt," he instructed, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

My hands shook slightly as I fumbled with the buckle, finally freeing myself from the confines of my pants. Javier's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with a hunger that made me feel both vulnerable and thrilled.

Once undone, Javier reached down, sliding his hand under the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down slowly. The cool air of the classroom brushed over my exposed skin, heightening every sensation as his fingers grazed the base of my erection.

"Such a naughty boy," he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly over the head of my cock, making me shudder. "You want this so badly, don't you?"

Unable to speak, I nodded again, my entire focus centered on the incredible sensations Javier was unleashing upon me. He continued to stroke me, his grip firm but not too tight, eliciting soft gasps from me with each pass of his hand.

"Tell me," he demanded, bending down to nuzzle my neck. "Admit it."

"I want... I want you," I panted, my voice strained with desire. "And you know it."

"Open your mouth," he commanded next, his voice dripping with authority.

Confused but unable to resist, I complied, parting my lips just as Javier grabbed his own throbbing erection through his pants. He freed himself quickly, his cock springing free, already slick with pre cum. He wasted no time, guiding the tip to my lips.

"Suck," he ordered, pushing forward enough to press the head of his cock against my open mouth.

I hesitated for only a second before accepting his command, taking him into my mouth. The taste, combined with the realization of what we were doing, sent a jolt of excitement through me. My tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting him as he groaned above me.

Javier began to move, thrusting slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him filling my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as I continued to take him deeper, my throat working around him. "You’re doing so well."

His praise made my cheeks burn with embarrassment and pride, fueling my determination to please him. I focused on sucking him harder, using my tongue and lips to maximize his pleasure, hoping to drive him wild.

After several intense minutes, Javier gripped my head tighter, his breathing becoming ragged. "That's enough," he gasped, pulling out abruptly, as i got up he turned me around facing the desk.

Instantly, he grabbed the condom and tore open the packet with expert precision, rolling it down his length methodically. Next came the lube, squeezed directly onto his fingers. He positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze locking onto mine as he prepared me.

"Oh i hope you are ready Caleb." he asked, his voice barely controlled, yet brimming with urgency.

"I am." I breathed, my body tensing in anticipation. "Please, Mr. Pena"

Javier's fingers tightened around the base of his cock, guiding it to my entrance. He paused, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating from my body. The room was silent except for our heavy breathings, the tension between us was palpable. Javier's eyes locked into my hole, with a slow, deliberate motion, Javier pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my tightness. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white with effort. Javier paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his own breath coming in shallow pants. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight warmth of my body surrounding him, making his head spin.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."

My eyes fluttered shut, a flush spreading across my cheeks as i tried to relax. Javier could see the effort it took me to let go, to trust him completely. It made something twist deep in his chest, a mixture of pride and protectiveness.

Gently, he pressed further inside, inch by agonizing inch. Each movement was careful, calculated, to avoid causing me any unnecessary pain. The sound of our skin meeting filled the room, a slick, wet noise that sent a shiver down his spine. my fingers dug into the wood of the desk, his nails leaving faint marks behind

"Shit, Javier," i choked out, my voice trembling. "It's... it's too much."

he froze, his heart pounding in his ears. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, his voice strained.

I shook his head quickly, "No, just... give me a second," i breathed, my forehead creasing in concentration.

Javier waited, his muscles tense, every nerve ending on fire. When i finally nodded, a small, determined smile tugging at his lips, Javier couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out slightly before thrusting back in, this time a little deeper. I moaned, a sound that went straight to his cock, making it pulse with need.

Slowly, he began to move, his hips rocking against my ass. The rhythm was steady, controlled, each thrust measured to ensure i could handle it. My breath hitched with each push, my body arching slightly off the desk as he filled him. The angle was perfect, hitting places inside me that made my toes curl.

"Ah, god," i groaned, as my voice was breaking. "That feels... so good."

He grip on my hips tightened, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. He could feel my body responding, clenching around him, urging him on. The sight of me spread out before him, his chest heaving with each breath, his face flushed and lips parted, was intoxicating. His control was slipping, the need to claim, to possess, becoming overwhelming.

"Look at you," Javier murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, taking me like this."

"Then make me yours," i told him, my voice hoarse.

The words were like fuel to Javier's already burning fire. With a growl, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the quiet room, punctuated by mine increasingly desperate moans. He could feel the walls of my ass gripping him, milking him for everything he had.

"Fuck, Caleb," Javier panted, his vision blurring with the intensity of his need. "You’re mine. All mine."

My response was a strangled cry, my body shaking with the force of Javier's thrusts. Javier could feel his own release building, an unstoppable wave threatening to crash over him. He reached down, his hand sliding between our bodies to find my cock, already hard and leaking.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice commanding. "Let me hear you come."

My eyes rolled back, my hips bucking into Javier's hand as he stroked me relentlessly. The pressure built and built, until finally, with a keening wail, i came, my cum spilling over his fingers, coating his hand and my belly. The sight of me losing control, shattering beneath him, was enough to send him over the edge.

He thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside of me as his own orgasm ripped through him. His vision went white, stars bursting behind his eyes as he spilled inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of it. For a moment, there was nothing but the roaring in his ears, the feeling of my body clenching around him, holding him close.

Javier collapsed forward, his weight resting on me, his forehead pressed against the back of my neck. We both panted, our breaths mingling in the silence of the room. Javier’s heart still pounded in his chest, the echo of our passion settling over them like a shroud.

Javier smiled, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. He pulled out slowly, careful not to jar me too much, and straightened up, disposing of the condom in a nearby trash can. When he turned back, i was sitting up, my legs dangling over the edge of the desk, and my eyes still hazy with pleasure.

Javier paused for a moment, his hand hovering over his bag, before glancing up at me with that knowing smirk. The moment between us had shifted again, the air still charged with something deeper, but now it felt more familiar. He wasn’t rushing. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying dragging this out, staying calm and collected, even with everything that just happened.

I watched as he reached into his bag, pulling out a few wet wipes. His movements were precise, like he was going through some practiced routine. First, he wiped his hands, his touch careful and deliberate, before moving toward me. His fingers brushed against my skin as he cleaned my stomach, and I could tell he was being extra gentle, almost like he didn’t want to ruin the ease we’d found in the last few minutes.

Javier’s focus shifted to the desk, wiping it down in the same neat, methodical way. There was something amusing about the way he was so careful. I leaned back in my chair, just watching him, this strange mix of intensity and routine.

Once he finished tidying up, Javier retrieved the used condom from the trash. He wrapped it in a wet wipe and slipped it into his bag without a word, like it was just another part of the day.

I smirked, watching him, and leaned forward. “Don’t you even think about taking out your wallet,” I teased, grinning as I reminded him of that first night at the bar.

He stopped, meeting my gaze with a raised eyebrow and that half-smile. “You’re not letting that one go, are you?” he asked, a laugh hidden in his voice.

“Never,” I shot back, chuckling. The tension between us from earlier had faded, replaced by something that felt like a strange comfort. Whatever was happening, it didn’t feel out of place anymore just the new normal between us.

I buckled my belt and grabbed my bag, feeling the weight of everything that had just happened settling in. As I glanced toward the window, ready to sneak out, I saw Javier heading for the door. Just when I thought we were both about to leave quietly, he stopped and turned to me.

"Would you like to come to my house?" he asked, his voice casual, but there was something in his eyes that made it feel more than that.

I paused, taken off guard. “Yeah, but I’ll need to stop by my place first take a shower, grab some clothes.”

He gave me this soft smile and shook his head. “You don’t have to. You can shower at mine, and I’ll lend you some clothes.”

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Alright, then. Send me your address. I drove today.”

He pulled out his phone, quickly typing something before I felt mine buzz in my pocket. “There. Done. See you at my place.”

I climbed out the window, taking a quick look around before heading straight for the school parking lot. My mind was spinning, barely able to process what had just happened. It was like a blur half surreal, half exhilarating. As I approached my car, I spotted Javier walking to his. He glanced my way and winked, that same cocky smirk on his face. He knew exactly what was coming next.

I pulled out my phone, entering his address into the GPS, and started driving to his place. The whole way there, I couldn’t shake the mix of excitement and disbelief. This was happening whatever this was.

When I arrived at his house, I parked and waited, the engine still running. It felt weird being there before him. Five minutes later, I saw his car pulling up. As he stepped out, Javier spotted me and laughed, shaking his head.

"I can’t believe you beat me to my own house," he chuckled, walking over to me with an easy grin.

I smirked, leaning against my car. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

“Clearly,” he said with a teasing smile, unlocking the door to his place. “Come on in. You’ve got a head start on me already. Might as well keep up the pace.”

As soon as we stepped inside, Javier wasted no time. He pushed me gently against the door, his hands firm on my waist as his lips crashed into mine. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back without hesitation, feeling the heat of the moment intensify. His body pressed against mine, and for a second, all I could focus on was the feel of him the weight, the urgency in the kiss, the way he tasted.

I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The door at my back felt cool compared to the warmth of him against me. Everything about the moment felt raw, electric, like the tension between us had finally snapped, and we were caught up in it.

His hands moved from my waist, sliding up to my face, holding me there, as if he couldn’t let go. I pulled back for just a breath, my heart racing, and looked at him, his eyes filled with the same hunger that had been building between us for days.

"You’re full of surprises too," I whispered, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Javier smiled, leaning in again. "You have no idea."

Javier's hands trailed down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air between us crackled with electricity, and my breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're so responsive," Javier murmured, his voice low and husky. "I love how you react to my touch."

My eyes fluttered shut, while my body arching into his touch. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of me thrilled at the idea of surrendering to him. "I trust you," i whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

Javier's smile was triumphant as he continued his exploration, his fingers dancing over my skin, mapping out every inch of my body, tracing every line of my muscles, the curve of my hips, and the dip of my waist.

My hands roamed over his body in return, my fingers tangling in the dark hair at his nape, pulling him closer. As i was kissing his neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and gentle nips, his breath hitched and he groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips possessively.

"I want to taste you," Javier said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to make you feel good."

My heart raced at the thought. The idea of being pleasured by Javier, of being the center of his attention, sent a rush of excitement through me. "I want that too."

Javier's hands moved to the hem of my hoodie, slowly pulling it up, revealing the defined muscles of my abdomen. He kissed every each inch of my exposed skin, his tongue darting out to taste my sweat. While my hands fisted in his shirt, his body trembling with anticipation.

As Javier's mouth trailed down my chest, my eyes fluttered open again, my gaze locking with his. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and i felt a surge of desire so strong it took my breath away.

"You're beautiful," Javier said, his voice thick with emotion. "So fucking beautiful."

My chest tightened at the words, and i felt a rush of affection from him. I reached out, cupping his face in my hands, as i pulled him closer for a deep kiss. Our tongues tangled, exploring and claiming, as if we were branding each other with our touches.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for breaths, Javier's eyes were dark with desire.

Javier gently pushed me towards the bedroom. He guided me down the bed, his hands roaming over my body with a mix of reverence and desire. He kissed my neck then my chest and last my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses and gentle bites, while he was taking down my pants and boxers

My body was on fire and my skin sensitive to every touch. I moaned softly, as my hand was running through his thick hair, pulling him closer. His mouth found my erection, and he took me into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock.

My back arched off the bed and my hands gripping the sheets tightly. The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming, and i felt a rush of pleasure so intense it threatened to consume me.

"Oh God, Javi" he panted, his voice thick with desire. "Please… That’s amazing."

Javier's eyes glittered with triumph as he continued doing his job, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. He kissed and sucked at my nipples, his fingers trailing down to tease my entrance. My breath hitched, and i felt a rush of excitement at the thought of him inside me.

His fingers probed gently, stretching and preparing my hole, like he didn't fuck me an hour ago in his classroom.

As his fingers worked their magic, my body responded and my muscles clenching and relaxing around him. I moaned softly, and my hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

"You're so tight," Javier murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So good for me."

My eyes snapped open, and looked at him. "Please Javi" i said, his voice steady. "I want you inside of me."

Javier's eyes glittered with triumph as he positioned himself at my entrance. He paused, his eyes searching for mine to give him permission to go, i looked at him and nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

His body pressed against mine, and he slowly pushed forward, stretching and filling me with a slow, deliberate pace. My body accepted him, welcoming the invasion, and he groaned softly, my eyes shut closed from the pleasure.

As his body filled mine, my muscles clenched around him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, and my eyes still squeezed shut.

Javier's hands roamed over my body, his mouth finding my neck and kiss it softly. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice thick. "So fucking beautiful."

I reached out, my hands framing his face, as i pulled him closer for another passionate kiss, our tongues tangled, exploring and claiming, as if they were sealing their bond with every touch.

As our kiss deepened, Javier's body moved with mine a slow, steady rhythm that built pleasure with each thrust. My hands gripped his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

The room was filled with moans and the soft slapping of flesh on flesh. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Javier moaned softly, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the pleasure.

"Come for me, Caleb," Javier panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you around me."

My body responded to the command, as i came all over Javier stomach. I cried out, my body shuddering, as pleasure washed over me in waves.

Javier's body followed suit, his release powerful and explosive. He groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy, as he emptied himself into me, our bodies remained connected for a moment.

As our heart rates slowed, Javier's eyes opened, his gaze locking with mine. He smiled, a soft, tender expression on his face, and gently pulled out of me. He reached for a towel, cleaning both of us with gentle strokes.

After we had both settled into bed, Javier shifted beside me and turned his head to look at me. His expression was soft, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Where you calling me ‘Javi’ the whole time we were fucking?" he asked, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

I blinked, realizing what I’d said. "Did I? Sorry, it just slipped out."

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Why are you sorry? I like it."

I smirked a little, feeling the tension between us lighten. "Yeah? Well, Javi it is then," I said, the nickname sounding more natural now, as if it had always been there.

"But only while we’re alone," he said, his tone light but serious enough to make the boundaries clear.

Javier smiled, his tone lighter this time. "It’s just that in school, I’m your teacher. Outside of it... well, I don’t even know what I am," he said with a chuckle as he lay back on the bed, fingers gently playing with my hair while I curled up against him.

I grinned, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. "Yeah, outside of school, you're just... Javi," I teased, enjoying the way his fingers moved through my hair.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess so. Just Javi." His voice had a playful edge, and the tension from earlier seemed to drift away.

I nuzzled closer, my head resting on his chest as I felt his heartbeat beneath me. "I like just Javi," I mumbled.

"Yeah?" he asked, still toying with my hair. "Well, I like this too when you’re not causing trouble in my class."

I chuckled. "No promises."

Javier rolled his eyes, but I could feel him smiling. The moment felt easy, like everything that usually complicated our situation didn't matter right now. It was just us, in this little bubble away from the rest of the world.

After we spent some time just cuddled up in bed, feeling the quiet comfort of being close to him, Javier eventually shifted and sat up. He stretched a little and glanced down at me with a soft smile.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I nodded, feeling my stomach rumble. "Yeah, a little."

"What would you like to eat?" he asked, standing up and heading toward the door still naked.

I thought for a second, not really sure what I was in the mood for. "I don’t know… what do you have in mind?"

Javier grinned. "How about eggs with bacon? That sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds awesome," I said, smiling back.

As he made his way toward the kitchen, I propped myself up on my elbows and asked, "Hey, is it okay if i take a shower?"

He paused, looking over his shoulder at me. "You don’t even have to ask. The bathroom’s right there," he pointed. "It’s got plenty of hot water, and I’ll leave some fresh clothes for you here when you’re done, okay?"

I looked at him, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks, Javi." He just smiled, nodding before disappearing into the kitchen.

I made my way to the bathroom, still naked from everything that had just happened. The air felt cool against my skin, contrasting with the warmth of the recent events. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, feeling it relax my muscles and rinse away the remnants of the moment. I stood there for a few minutes, taking it all in, the steam filling the space around me as I let myself breathe.

After cleaning up, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying off before heading back to the bedroom. As I walked in, I noticed a neat pile of clothes laid out for me Javi had left a black shirt, some gray sweatpants, and a pair of boxers. I smiled at the small gesture, appreciating how thoughtful he was. I slipped on the clothes they were a size larger than mine but the soft fabric felt good against my skin, and made my way toward the kitchen.

As I entered, I saw Javier he was fully dressed now and he look very focused at the stove, focused on making something to eat. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, and I couldn’t help but smile. Without thinking, I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his back. He paused for a moment, feeling my presence, then smiled as he continued cooking.

“You’re gonna distract me like this?” he teased, his voice light and playful.

I grinned, my face pressed against his back. “Maybe… but I think you’re doing fine.”

He chuckled, flipping the bacon in the pan. "Well, I’m glad you approve."

I tightened my arms around him a little, enjoying the quiet moment between us.

Javier turned around slowly, still holding the spatula in his hand, and looked at me with a soft smile. His eyes scanned me up and down before landing back on mine. "I like you in my clothes," he said, his voice warm, a hint of something playful beneath it.

I smirked, tugging at the black shirt a little. "Yeah? Feels pretty comfortable. Might just keep them," I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I don’t mind. But if you keep 'em, you might have to come back for more."

I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms. "Is that your way of getting me to stick around?"

"Maybe," he said, stepping closer. "But if you look this good in my clothes, it’s not much of a sacrifice, is it?"

I laughed, enjoying the lightheartedness between us. "You know, you’re getting pretty smooth with these lines, Mr. Pena."

He smirked at the nickname, his hand lightly brushing my side as he went back to the stove. "Only for you," he said, glancing at me over his shoulder.

The moment felt easy, like we’d known each other for longer than we had. It was strange, the kind of connection that wasn’t forced, like we were just... falling into place.

"You hungry yet?" he asked, plating the eggs and bacon with a quick glance in my direction.

"Starving," I replied, pushing off the counter and joining him at the small table. "Smells amazing."

"Well, I don’t want you to waste away on me," he joked, placing the plates down and pulling out a chair for me.

I sat down, shaking my head. "Yeah, I’ll need my energy... Especially with all the school stuff coming up," I said, catching his gaze as he sat across from me. "And, you know, whatever this is."

Javier raised an eyebrow but didn’t break the smile. "You mean us?" he asked, leaning back a little.

I shrugged, feeling the playfulness mix with something a little more real. "Yeah... us."

He looked at me for a moment, the teasing fading slightly as he nodded. "Well, we’ll figure that out as we go."

I smiled, feeling that same warmth between us that had been there all morning. Whatever this was, I knew it was just getting started.

As we finished eating, I leaned back in my chair, twirling my fork absentmindedly. “So, about the test… It feels like a mountain of work for someone who hasn’t even been in your class for two weeks.”

Javier looked up from his plate, a teasing grin forming on his lips. “Well, the bet is a bet. If you ace it, I’ll pass you. If not… sorry, but that’s how it goes.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking back at him. “So, my entire academic future is riding on a bet? That’s a lot of pressure, Javi.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Pressure makes diamonds, right? But don’t worry. If you don’t understand something, I’m here to help you. Just remember, I’m not giving you the answers.” He winked, his tone playful.

“Great, a tutor who’s also my partner in crime,” I replied with a laugh. “But seriously, I could use all the help I can get.”

Javier leaned back in his chair, folding his arms with a confident smile. “You’ll do just fine, Caleb. I believe in you. And who knows? We might even have a little fun along the way.”

“Fun?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Like what? Study parties with snacks?”

“Exactly!” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “We can make it a thing. And I promise I’ll keep the answers to myself.”

“Deal,” I replied, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of tackling the challenge together. With a little help from Javi, maybe I really could surprise myself.

I stood up, gathering the plates and everything we’d used for dinner. “You cooked, so I’ll handle the cleanup,” I said, heading toward the sink.

Javier glanced over, eyebrows raised. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Nah, I want to,” I replied with a small smile as I turned on the faucet and started washing the dishes. The warm water running over my hands felt soothing as I scrubbed away the bits of food.

Javier came up beside me, leaning casually against the counter, watching as I worked. "I could get used to this," he said with a playful smirk.

I laughed, shaking my head as I rinsed off another plate. “Don’t get too comfortable, Javi. This is a one-time offer. You’re on dish duty next time.” i joked

“Oh, I don’t mind sharing the chores,” he said, stepping closer to bump my shoulder lightly. "I’ll even make the coffee in the morning."

“Sounds like a deal," I replied, looking over at him as I finished up. “Just as long as you don’t burn the toast.”

Javier laughed softly, his eyes catching mine for a moment longer than usual. There was something about this moment this simple, everyday routine that felt unexpectedly... right. Comfortable. As if we fit together in the most ordinary of ways, even with everything going on around us.

As I stood at the sink, washing the last of the dishes, I heard Javier rustle behind me. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one up with a quick flick. The soft glow of the flame reflected in the kitchen window, and soon the familiar scent of smoke filled the room.

He took a slow drag, then looked over at me, eyes glinting with something playful. "You want one?" he asked, holding the cigarette between his fingers.

I grinned. "Yeah, please. I haven’t smoked all day."

Without a word, Javier came up behind me, his chest lightly pressing against my back as he reached around, placing the cigarette between my lips. I took a long drag, the smoke swirling in my lungs, then exhaled, feeling the tension from the day begin to fade away.

He took the cigarette back from me, taking another hit himself, the smoke curling lazily in the air. Then he leaned against the counter, studying me for a second before asking, "So, what's your plan for the rest of the day?"

I wiped my hands on a dish towel, thinking for a moment. “No big plans, honestly. Just taking it easy... unless you’ve got something in mind?”

Javier smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was already plotting something. "Well, I might have a few ideas," he said, letting the sentence hang in the air, teasing.

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Yeah? And what ideas are those?"

Javier took one last drag of the cigarette, stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray before turning to me with a thoughtful look. "Well," he began, leaning back against the counter again, "would you like to go out, maybe grab a drink somewhere? Or..." His voice trailed off, a soft smile playing on his lips. "We could stay in, relax, and watch a movie on the couch."

I glanced over at him, considering the options. The idea of going out sounded fun, but there was something about the thought of staying in, curled up together on the couch, that felt a lot more appealing.

I smiled, stepping closer to him. "A movie sounds good to me. Besides, your couch looks way too comfortable to pass up."

Javier chuckled, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against my arm. "Yeah, I figured you'd say that." He tilted his head toward the living room. "Go ahead and pick something out. I'll grab us a couple of drinks."

"Deal," I said, grinning as I made my way into the living room, already scanning through the list of movies in my head.

As I scrolled through the movie options, I found one that caught my interest and quickly put it on the TV. Satisfied with the choice, I settled into the couch, waiting for Javier. A few moments later, he walked in with two beers, a casual smile on his face.

"Sorry, all I’ve got is beer," he said, handing me one.

I shook my head, smiling back. "Beer’s perfect, don’t worry."

Javier sat down next to me, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth and ease of the moment.

As the movie played, we both settled into a comfortable silence. Javier absentmindedly played with my hair while I traced circles on his stomach. The steady rhythm of the movie was almost calming, but after a while, I glanced up at him. He noticed and turned his head to meet my gaze.

"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

"Yeah, I just... can’t believe how fast things have changed," I replied, my voice thoughtful.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you mean?"

I hesitated, thinking about it for a second. "I mean, not even a week ago, I couldn’t stand you... and now, here I am, in your arms, feeling... I don’t know, different. "Javier smiled softly.

"I like how we are now," Javier said softly, his voice low and warm, his eyes locked on mine with a kind of sincerity that made my chest tighten.

"Me too," I replied, barely above a whisper. The way he looked at me, like this was something real and not just a fleeting moment, made everything feel different, more significant.

We sat there for a moment, just staring at each other, the quiet between us comfortable. Then, without thinking, I moved closer. My hands rested on his shoulders as I slowly slid onto his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath me. His hands found my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin like he didn’t want to let go.

I leaned in, our faces just inches apart, the tension building. My heart pounded as I closed the gap and kissed him, softly at first, but it quickly deepened, slow and deliberate. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer against him, like he wanted to erase any space left between us. The kiss felt different, more meaningful, like we were both saying things we hadn’t quite figured out how to say with words yet.

His breath hitched slightly as he tilted his head, kissing me back with that same intensity, like we were both savoring the moment. The room felt smaller, quieter, like the world outside didn’t exist. And for a while, it didn’t.

As i climbed off of Javier's lap i slowly start getting on my knees without breaking eyes contact. My heart raced inside my chest as i reached out for Javier's sweatpants. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as i slid them down with his boxers, revealing his big hard cock.

I looked up at Javier with eager eyes before running my fingers along the length of it. "Fuck," Javier mumbled under his breath as pre-cum leaked from the tip.

Without hesitation, i leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his cock before licking at it gently. The taste was intoxicating as i ran mine tongue up and down licking every inch of his dick.

Javier moaned softly from above, tangling his fingers in my hair. "That feels so good," he groaned.

i took more of Javier dick into my mouth inch by inch until i had taken all of it in, fully amazed at how well i took all of his length without gagging

The room was filled with the sound of saliva and soft moans as i bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I used my hand to stroke the part that i couldn't fit in my mouth.

Javier's grip on my hair tightened as he tried not to thrust into my mouth. "Fuck, baby. You're so good at this," he grunted.

i could feel Javier getting harder in my mouth, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I continued to suck him off eagerly, wanting nothing more than to make him cum.

Javier let out a loud groan as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "I'm gonna cum." he said through gritted teeth.

I looked up at him with a mischievous smile before taking all of his cock back into my mouth, deepthroating him until he felt the warm of his cum shoot down my throat.

Javier moaned loudly in ecstasy as i swallowed all of his cum, living nothing go to waste, As i pulled away and licked my lips, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow. Then I climbed back onto the couch and straddled him once more, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss.

After I pulled away, catching my breath, I got up on my knees, still straddling him, and licked my lips, grinning a little. "I like seeing you like this," I teased, my voice soft but playful.

Javier raised an eyebrow, smirking back at me. "What, like naked from the waist down?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Yeah," I replied, my grin widening. "I wouldn’t mind without a shirt too." I added, my tone playful, but I wasn't joking at all. My eyes trailed down his chest, making it clear I meant every word.

Javier laughed, his hands moving to rest on my thighs. "You’re trouble, you know that?" he said, his voice low, but I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes

I grinned, leaning in closer as I teased, "Why, because I made you cum three times in one day, old man?"

Javier’s laugh was deep and genuine as he shook his head, playfully narrowing his eyes at me. "Who did you just call 'old man'?" he asked, still chuckling.

I shrugged, smirking. "Just calling what i see."

“Okay, honestly, how old are you, exactly?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Javier rolled his eyes dramatically. “I’m turning 35 in a couple of months.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Oh.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. “What? Am I too old for you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hell yeah!” I shot back, grinning widely.

Javier burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Guess I’ll just have to find some anti-aging cream, then.”

I looked at him with a teasing smile. “No, no, you don’t need to! I actually like seeing those little lines on your face.”

Javier’s eyes widened in mock horror. “I don’t have any lines in my face stop!” he protested, a playful frown forming on his lips.

I chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, come on! They’re like little badges of wisdom,” I said, poking his cheek gently. “Each one tells a story.”

He rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile. “Yeah, a story of bad decisions, apparently,” he shot back, laughter bubbling in his voice.

“Hey, at least you have good company for those bad decisions now,” I replied, grinning at him.

Javier laughed, shaking his head. “I think I could use a shower after all those bad decisions,” he said, standing up with a mock serious expression.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “A shower? What’s that? You mean to wash away all that wisdom?”

“Exactly!” he replied, pretending to be offended. “I need to scrub off these stories before I’m wise enough to teach history again.”

I leaned back on the couch, a playful smirk on my face. “I don’t know, Javi. I think your students would appreciate your… life lessons.”

He turned to head toward the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “Just don’t peek while I’m in there!”

“Who, me?” I replied, a mock gasp escaping my lips. “I would never!”

Javier chuckled, shaking his head as he disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut, and soon enough, the sound of running water filled the air.

I let out a small sigh and got up from the couch, stretching as I made my way to the window. The view outside was calm, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected twist in my life.

As the water continued to run in the background, I thought about everything that had happened between us. There was something refreshing about being around Javier, something that made me feel... at ease, like I didn’t have to pretend to be anything but myself. The teasing, the tension, the way we connected it was all new, exciting, and I couldn't deny how much I liked it.

"Don't peek!" Javier's voice called from the bathroom, a playful edge to his words, bringing me back to the moment.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don’t flatter yourself!" I yelled back, smirking as I leaned against the wall. The sound of his laughter echoed through the door, and I found myself grinning again.

As I lit up the cigarette, Javier emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but his underwear. The steam from the shower still clung to his skin, and droplets of water glistened on his chest and arms. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him standing there.

He walked over to me, his presence filling the room effortlessly. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his mustache as I took a slow drag of the cigarette. The warmth of his skin beneath my touch sent a thrill through me.

"You’re so beautiful," I said softly, my voice low as the smoke escaped my lips.

Javier’s eyes softened, and a playful grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned in slightly, his hand resting on my waist as he gazed at me.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” he replied, his tone teasing but his eyes full of something deeper.

The moment felt intimate, electric, as if the air between us was charged with a quiet understanding. I took another drag, my fingers lingering against his face for a second longer before I smiled and leaned back against the wall, feeling like I could stay in this moment forever.

I took one last drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the air as I glanced over at Javier. The moment felt comfortable but full of unspoken things. “I think I should get going,” I said, my voice softer now. “We’ve got school tomorrow.”

Javier gave me a slight smile, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “You could stay here if you want,” he offered, his tone casual but with an underlying suggestion.

As tempting as it was, I shook my head, grinning a little. “I think it’s better if I head home.”

Javier nodded, stepping back with a small sigh. “Alright,” he said, accepting it.

Just as I was gathering my things and getting ready to leave, I paused. “Oh, I almost forgot about my clothes.”

Javier looked at me, amused. “Don’t worry about them,” he said with a smile. “I’ll clean them and bring them to you.”

I glanced down at the clothes I was wearing his black shirt and sweatpants and chuckled. “Well, I’ll make sure to wash these and give them back to you, too.”

Javier raised an eyebrow, smirking. “No rush. They look good on you,” he teased.

I laughed, shaking my head as I headed toward the door. “Alright, Mr. Peña, I’ll see you tomorrow at school then.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Caleb,” he said, his voice warm as I slipped out of his place. The cool night air hit me as I left, a small smile tugging at my lips as I thought about the day and the strange, exciting path that lay ahead of us.

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[lovingme232]

Jeffery Woods X Reader NSWF

//Jeffery finds you drunk and lost in the woods// 3K Words.

Lost and Found.

You stumbled out of the bar, laughing and clearly wasted. “Hey bitch!” Your head snapped up to one of your friends calling out to you. She was already in your shared uber. “Get in!” She yelled again. You cracked up and started walking to the car, but it had already started rolling down the street.

Panic swarmed through you. Your legs stomped on the cold concrete, trying to catch up to the car. But it was no use. The car was moving too fast, and you couldn’t run in heels. “Wait!” You called out through slurred speech. Your friend called out to you from the car window, but it was no use, she was already a ways away.

The car turned down the street and you knew there was no use in trying to catch up with it. Somehow you would have to find your way back to your apartment.

You turned back to the bar, and took one step towards it. Without warning a few guys whistled at you. “Hey sweetheart, want a ride?” He rocked his hips back and forth and licked his lips. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go that direction. 

Swiftly you turned around and started walking in the other direction. The lights flickered in classic horror movie fashion. But it was better than going home with the guys behind me, plus you were pretty sure you knew a shortcut.

The breeze flew past you, biting your cheeks, and every bit of reviled skin, which was a lot. Wearing the shortest dress from your closet seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Finally you got to a fork in the sidewalk. One direction leading into a forest, and the other leading you in a straight path. This must be the shortcut. You split off into the forest, where it only got colder. The breeze blew harder, grabbing at your shoulders.

You took every turn you remembered, but still ended up in the middle of nowhere. You looked around and saw nothing but the night sky and tall narrow trees. Your stomach dropped when you realized you were lost. There wasn’t a person, or animal, or any teller of which direction you should go.

You shivered in the cold. Yours were probably bright red, along with your cheeks. Your hair blew erratically.How did you even end up this deep in the woods? This was the last time you would have four shots of vodka. The world seemed like it was spinning. 

Ending up in the middle of the woods wasn’t on your to-do list for the day. You spun around looking for any sign of life. A campfire, or a tent? Nothing. There was nothing and no one in the area.

Then you heard it. A loud snap. It was a branch. You flipped around towards the sound. “Hello?” You called out. The world fell back into eerie silence once again. “Hello?” You called out again, taking a step towards the sound. Maybe it was just a deer.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You pulled down your dress, to cover some more of your thighs, but you still shivered from the cold. You were stuck here and had no way out.

You gasped when another snap came from the same area as before. Now you knew someone was hiding. “I know you're hiding over there.” I slurred. “Come out.” A low grumble escaped from the bush, and a man slowly arose from the bush.

You had to admit when you saw him butterflies rushed through your stomach. Despite the many scars, and an obvious surgery revolving around his eyelids, he didn’t look that bad.

His black hair covered his shoulders and part of his face, but you could still see his eyes, which followed your body down to the bottom of your dress. You subconsciously pulled the skirt of your dress down to cover some of your thighs.

Your body swayed towards him. “What are you doing in the woods?” You stammered. If you were sober right now, your actions certainly would be different.

His eyes narrowed, he looked at me like he wasn’t quite sure if he should respond. “What are you doing in the woods?” He finally fired back. You thought for a second, trying to remember why you were here. “I’m lost.” You drunkenly laughed, and started tipping to one side. His hands grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you into the correct position. A smirk crossed over his lips. He looked me up and down once more, and licked his lips.

“The woods are a dangerous place for a pretty girl like you.” As his eyes met yours a shiver ran down you back. “Let me help you out.” He didn’t ask, he demanded. Before you could protest or agree he linked your arms and started walking you home. “I know these woods better than anyone.” He stated. 

After a few minutes of walking awkwardly, you couldn’t take the silence anymore. “What’s your name?” The words quickly flooded out of your mouth. He looked over and down to you. “Jeffery Woods. You?” The words gave you a rush of deja vu. You had sworn you heard the name before, but just couldn’t figure out where. “Y/N.” You said in a hurry, when you realized you had gotten stuck in your head.

He hummed in acknowledgement, and then it went back into awkward silence. You held onto his muscular arm, taking each step carefully. It was only now that you realized how painful your heels actually were. With every step you took, you winced, as the strap of your heel brushed over your heel. Your steps became rougher and slower. Every step your ankle twisted outward, almost making you fall.

Jeff watched as you struggled to walk in your heels. Something in him enjoyed seeing your struggle. His eyes lit up with every step. Finally he couldn’t help harshly laughing. When your head snapped over to look up to him, he immediately stopped. He cleared his throat. “Do you want me to carry those for you?” He motioned down to your heels. Gratitude flooded over you, as you quickly nodded. You pulled your heels off, and handed them over to Jeff, who took them in his free hand.

Finally you were able to walk comfortably. The grass you walked on was soft, something you’d expect to see in the yard with a cute white picket fence. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jeff look over to you. You immediately looked back over to him, thinking you would meet his gaze, but you didn’t. He quickly looked away, only making it more obvious he was staring at you. 

In your drunken mind, you thought it was because he was attracted to you. Which you would be right, but in all the wrong ways. You couldn’t help but think of it as cute. You looked away with a soft chuckle.

You realized that you had left the woods quickly after. The lights of many houses had been shut off, leaving you and Jeff on a dimly lit street. Finally you knew where you were. Your arm slid out from Jeffs. You turned to thank him for his help, but his hands were already wrapped around your arm once again. “I’ll walk you home.” It was another demand. His grip was tight around your arm, but you were too zoned out to notice. You nodded, and started leading him to your home.

You didn’t really know what to hope or think. All you could wish for was an exciting night, and you had already gotten that. Your eyes glanced back at Jeff, who was already looking at you. He sweetly smiled at you, it made your stomach do little flips. Your face flushed, from the mix of alcohol and flusteredness. You looked away, and didn’t look back.

When you made it to your apartment building, he walked you to your door. You turned to face him, thank him for not letting you stay lost in the middle of the woods. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out, so you closed it. 

Stupidly, instead of the average ‘thank you’, you grabbed the strangers face and pulled it in for a kiss. A thank you kiss. He didn’t reciprocate. You pulled his face away from yours, breaking the kiss, and brushing your hands over the scars that drew a permanent smile on his face.

Embarrassment quickly washed over you when you realized what you did, and you saw his stunned face. His eyes flicked down to you, and you half expected him to yell and scream at you. But he didn’t. His expression changed to one of a predator looking at its prey. You gulped.

He roughly grabbed your face, and slammed his own lips onto your. The kiss was sloppy, and clearly the work of two people not thinking straight. He slammed you into the door behind you. One hand grabbed onto your hip, digging his fingers into it. The other fiddled with the door, until you both stumbled into the small apartment.

The kiss broke leaving both you and Jeff to catch your breath. When you looked up to Jeff you realized your lipstick had left a mark on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. He turned to you with furrowed brows. “What?” 

“Nothing.” You walked back up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Another kiss ensued, rougher this time. His tongue shoved past your lips, and down your throat. There was no fight for dominance. His hands were groping every part of your body, from your butt to your neck, he was everywhere.

Your hands gravitated from his neck to his shirt, then under his shirt. You scratched at his back and stomach with your newly done acrylic nails. You had gotten them done just for today. Funny how the night took such a turn.

Scraping your nails against his back did nothing to give you dominance. In fact Jeff didn’t seem to care all that much, maybe he liked it? You knew he liked it when you felt the soft humming of his lips against your.

“You like that.” You mumbled once your lips were no longer connected. A smirk crossed over his face, a more wicked look than the ones before. “Something like that.” You felt his chest vibrate as he talked.

His hands guided your’s to remove his shirt. When his shirt was off it revealed his toned 

chest, which was covered in burn scars sprawled up and all over his body. Your mind got lost in following the intricate design of the scars. 

You looked up to him and once you saw a nod of approval you leaned down to start kissing his neck, then chest. You followed the pattern of his scars, leaving trails of kisses marked with your lipstick. When you were done Jeff was decorated with an array of kisses, not a sight you were mad about.

“There’s no reason to take this slow, baby.” Jeff spoke up, you looked up to him doe eyed. His words made you melt like butter. All you could do was nod.

His hands maneuvered to the back of your dress. He pulled the zipper down and stripped you of your dress, leaving no room for the imagination. You stood in your bra and a thong your friend convinced you to wear earlier that day. His eyes traveled up and down your body, a smirk hiding his true smile.

He leaned down to your tights and grasped them, he lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his hips. His growing erection poking you in all the right places.

He brought you to your moderately sized couch and placed you down onto it. He wasted no time unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the ground, revealing his black boxers and an adequate bump in the middle.

Your face turned scarlet at the sight. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Jeff, as he saw, and responded by climbing on top of you and holding you down by your hips and wrists. 

Goosebumps formed on your arms and back as he ran his hands up your body. “Be a good girl, and stay still for me.” You didn’t respond, you just let him drag your undergarments down your body. 

He brushed over my thighs. It was like you were mesmerized, you let him drag your body around like you were a puppet. He talked, and all you would do was mindlessly nod with whatever he was saying. You wondered if you had been drugged, but that couldn’t have been the case. It must have been all the drinks you had earlier.

“Hey.” You snapped out of your trance. “I’m not fucking you if you wont respond to me.” Your mouth fell open, and closed again. You didn’t know what to say. “Oh- I’m here.” He smiled, kinda crooked, kinda creepy. It was only then when you realized how dangerously close his fingers were to your clit. 

You shivered as his cold hands brushed over your entrance, and everywhere around it. He took in your body's response, his smile only grew bigger. He ran his fingers over your clit again, and breathed in your response as if it were air itself. He was teasing you.

You whimpered, and moaned, but nothing was good enough to stop him. It was like torture. Here you were, all vulnerable and needy, in front of a stranger. His fingers were covered in your wetness. “Jeffrey- please…” Jeff stopped, his eyes flashed to you. “Stop what, sweetheart? Use your words.” You rested your back, back onto the couch. “Stop all the teasing, I can’t take it.” He laughed. 

“As you wish.” With one swift motion his finger was in you, pumping in and out. Moving through you, as if you were a river. He moved slowly, dragging every moment of pleasure out. Slowly, but surely his speed picked up. 

Your breathing got heavy, the air was so thick it was almost hard to breathe. Sweat prickled up on your skin, making you sticky to the touch. Your back arched off of the couch, every sound you made only made him move faster.

“Keep going, baby, you're so close.” Your pussy clenched around his singular finger, as your back ached from its position. You felt the pleasure grow as a pit in your stomach. You were close. Jeff’s smile grew wider, and more unsettling by the second.

When he thought you were close enough, he removed his fingers. Not allowing you to reach your full high. Your back fell back onto the couch, your breaths came out in heavy huffs. 

“What are you doing?” Your words came out breathless, and flowy. You looked up to him, resting on your elbows. Jeff left your question out in the open, he thought as he moved his body over yours. 

“Shh, don’t talk.” This was the most confusing man you had ever met, first it was be quiet,  then speak up, and then right back to be quiet again. Even though it confused you, you still followed along.

He positioned himself in front of your entrance, and finally pushed into you, stretching your entrance to fit him. He groaned, his head fell back, allowing his bangs to do the same. “God..” He mumbled. You followed his request and stayed quiet, holding back your moans. You had to bite your tongue to keep quiet.

He slowly started rocking his body back and forth. He kept the slow rhythm, which was enough to almost throw you over the edge. He looked like he had needed this, like he was a young horny teenager. 

He was a mess within seconds, but he wasn’t alone. You were in the same conundrum as him. A mess. Your silence broke, and a spew of slurs and moans drew out of your mouth. Jeff didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seemed like he enjoyed it. He was truly all over the place.

Your pussy clenched around his dick, only encouraging him to move faster. Your back was arched off the couch once again, and your nails dug into Jeff's shoulders. If the neighbors hadn’t knocked on your door already, hoping to make a noise complaint you would have been surprised. 

You felt the same growth of pleasure in your stomach again. Like a ball of yarn needing to be unraveled. 

Jeff's thrusts became sloppy, and unregulated. Rougher, and harder. With every movement brought you closer to the edge. Your back ached more than before, so much so that tears were running down your cheeks. 

All that could be heard through the room were your breaths, moans, and gasps, only for the silent spaces to be filled with Jeff's groans. You could tell he was close by the way he moved, and sounded. 

He pushed himself harder, finally pushing you over the top. Your moans rippled off the walls of your apartment, as you finally reached your orgasm. You closed around him, almost shoving him out of you, but he persisted, until he finally came. He pulled out, and cum spilled all over your couch.

When your body finally relaxed, you were tired. Really tired. You looked up to Jeff, who was still on top of you, but you were too tired to say anything. 

The next morning you woke up alone. Your head banged with shots of pain every now and then. You lied on the couch for a few minutes trying to regulate your thoughts and memories. Right, last night. You remembered Jeff. When you did, you sat up. Only then did you realize the soft buzzing coming from your T.V. You looked up to it, and turned it up. “Jeffery Woods strikes again. Another body was found in the woods last night.” Oh shit. You just slept with a serial killer.

[glorianamultistan]

The General and The Prince

Park Chanyeol x Male Reader

Contains:- mentions of wars, blood, and kidnapping.

<Part 1> <Next>

A little over a week ago, y/n's life was all over the place, and it still is; the difference is that now he is married to the vilest person he could have probably thought of while imagining a married life.

But life changes happen often so abruptly that one is found sitting in an emptied ballroom, with a burnt-up piece of dress shriveled up in hands clutching it tightly while the castle palace all around collapses.

Y/n was well aware of the fierceness of the General who was the primal cause of every defeat his kingdom had suffered; the end result of the war was pre-destined the day enemy troops crossed the inner walls of their most secured military base, but for it to come to this was never imagined.

A surrender was in process to safeguard the capital; y/n's father was hellbent on not letting the enemies cross the gates of the capital and destroy it like they have left ashes and misery in the path they have followed.

Yet General Chanyeol was not satisfied with it; he had to take the main palace down, and that was his aim, swearing which left his country.

Y/n sat there, ashen and mute, staring at the embers still there all around him; his clothes were still intact, he had a few cuts and burns throughout his hands and that was it; he sat as if in a trance, without any emotion on his face, so still that to an observer it would be a photograph symbolising doom.

Chanyeol saw y/n sitting there, he knew who it was and he knew why it was important to not touch him still; something in him was calling out, a melody, rising, rippling like an unknown sea coming up from the depth of the earth; it was the very last step which brought him so close to y/n that he was able to clearly see the tear stains on his cheeks that made enough metallic noise to break the young prince's trance and look up; there it was, the face that he denied to dance with at the last winter ball, still looking unfazed, 'let's get out of here your royal highness' said Chanyeol, with a proud grin, that is all he remembers before blacking out.

'Is this really the only thing you are going to ask for, General?' The King was shocked, and the Queen and the princesses too; everyone was ready for General Park to ask for rank promotion; the King even decreed a Dukedom, only for winning over the major ports and cities of the enemies, but to ask to marry the prince of the enemy was unprecedented.

'Yes your majesty, this is all. Now, if you may permit, I will take my leave.' Chanyeol left the murmuring throneroom and made his way to the room housing y/n, it was the fourth day since he arrived with the prince there, and he was informed that the younger regained consciousness last night.

'Leave.' As soon as he entered the room, he ordered all the attendees. He went forward and sat on the chair next to the bed facing the wall opposite to it. The prince was leaning on the headboard with his head down.

'So, your royal highness, how do you like our facilities here?' Chanyeol cocked while turning to look at y/n. No response. After a few minutes, the older continued, 'We will give the inner territories conquered by us back, and you will be marrying me for that to happen.' Y/n knew this was coming; all the threats the General made for years to make him dance with him whether he likes it or not, to marry him and only him, they were all real which y/n took in jest as he was too proud to accept such an invitation.

'You know, keeping quiet will not lead you anywhere, so say what you have to now, I am here to listen, I grant you a wish too, as is the ritual here, ask for anything but return.' Chanyeol was suddenly all perched up, looking at y/n. 'Respect' y/n whispered; his throat was still hurting due to all the smoke he inhaled.

'What?' 'I ask for respect; if you can grant that, I will say yes to the marriage.' There was a stretched silence, the fountain of the connected gardens was all one could hear, then a deep inhale, 'Okay, if that is the only request you have, you will have titles here too, I have been granted a Dukedom and you will be living comfortably, nobody will disrespect you, even at the court. I will assure you that.' 'I want respect from you too; you have taken, vehemently snatched everything, still you are returning the territories, so I will say yes, but I want respect from you too.' 'Will I get the respect back my prince?' Chanyeol smirked; he knew how irritatingly ambitious he was, 'Yes.'

The only win here seemed to be that of Chanyeol; it was the completion of his grand plan, the final nail in the coffin; this is what he has been dreaming about since he set his eyes on y/n a few years ago during a festival, he was just a mere soldier back then, he bloodied his hands to get to the level of a reputed General to be asked in a ballroom full of aristocrats, then too he was denied the chance to be with y/n as the prince knew how ruthless the General was and y/n hated wars and murders.

After a few days of convalescence, all of which were accompanied by Chanyeol, who updated him about the upcoming marriage and all the preparations, y/n was free to meet his family.

A troop was sent with him to the castle on the farthest side of his kingdom where his family was currently staying after the attack on the capital. His father was annoyed and his older brother was not helping with the mood too; they were all dejected that it had to come to this but none of his relatives even suggested going against the marriage.

'We will gain back our territories; think about your brother's future as a limited king; you need to persuade your fiance to let go of all the territories and not just the inner ones.' 'I am doing no such negotiations, I am already becoming the reason for you to get back what you lost shamefully, do not try to depend on any of my upcoming relations, have some self-respect father.'

'Self-respect!?' Y/n brother screamed making him bounce in shock a little, 'It was your deranged idea of self-respect that caused this war; if only you could have given him a chance he would have never attacked us like this. And look where you stand; you are forced to do what you never really wanted and did whatever you could to stop it.'

'Well, brother, you do remember who it was who first denied me to dance with him, don't you? 'A self-obsessed lowly General' is what you said when he asked you for a dance with me the very first time we went there for the Royal Ball.'

'But later he became a threat so I urged you to give him a chance too, then you were the one who was hell-bent on denying him!'

'Enough! Stop arguing about what has already transpired and think about the future. Y/n, son, you must not waver and make demands; you are a prince, he is a General, and the rank difference must come into play.'

'Update your information father, because you seem to be having none; he is a Duke now, and even if I am a prince, of a mostly fallen kingdom I must remind you, I have no intentions of making any more deals for and on behalf of this marriage. I will leave now, I am not waiting for dawn to have another fruitless discussion, farewell your majesty, brother.'

With a solemn bow, y/n left as he came, with the metallic clinks and rustles of the troop.

Reaching the other kingdom he was informed that rather than going to the palace, he would be going to the new manor of Chanyeol, which was now decked and ready for his arrival. He was greeted by the whole household and finally met his mother-in-law, who opposite to what he had expected, was too sorrowful to handle without any prior preparation.

'I am ashamed to be hosting you like this, your royal highness; please find a way to ignore all the mess; the house is still not up to date with all that is necessary to be having you here.' The lady wouldn't even raise her head, 'Please sit now Lady Park, I have no reservations as such regarding the place, I am pleased that I am not in a prison after a war, and please do not make a fuss about the titles, you are going to be my mother-in-law so we can work things out.' 'Oh no sir, I do not accept any of this, I am more of an apologist for my son's actions right now in front of you; he paid no heed to my requests and did what all his swelled-up ego allowed him to do. I don't know how will I ever get over the fact that my son forced you into such a situation.'

'Lady Park, I just had this conversation with my father and brother too; let us please move on from what has happened and try to resolve the situation peacefully and think about how the path ahead can be one that is less painful to go by.' 'You are as kind as the rumours suggested sir; please let me know about any trouble you have here, and I will look into it right away; let me take you to your room for now; you must rest before tomorrow's ceremony.' 'I am not a guest here Lady Park, I am supposed to live here, so please do not be at your tip-toes around my comfort; let us go; it is quite late now.'

Y/n's room was, for now, pretty well arranged; he could run away pretty easily from here, the manor was secured but if he asked Lady Park to help him, he was sure that she would do all in her power to let him go without a scratch; but it was useless to do so, he had nowhere to run and if somehow he managed to cross over to the other kingdoms there was no guarantee of his survival, he had no money of his own or any possession, so he sits down on the bed and flops, to stare at the roof and think, think about tomorrow when at a private ceremony he will accept now Duke of Sandria Park Chanyeol, then he will be living with that man under this roof, as his husband, for the rest of his life, was respect the right choice?

The rituals were over; they were married, no gala, no ball, a peaceful summation of more than five months of unrivaled violence. Y/n was sitting in his room, with a book open as a distraction while looking out of the giant window; the land surrounding the manor was beautiful, and the hills were lush green and mild dew which the mist caused made it all look fantastical.

'Come in.' Y/n answered the knocks and did not look back at the door, thinking it was some maid or servant who came to take his belongings, or gifts as they were, away, 'You looked beautiful today, Mr Park.'

Y/n stilled for a moment, then closed the book and turned back. 'Why did you knock at my door? This is your house.' 'I believe privacy should be respected too; you have all the right to say no.' 'I believe I lost all the rights to deny anything the moment I said yes to you today.' 'Don't make it more miserable than it already is dear, I have no intentions of hurting you, I just want to talk to you before going to my room.'

'Oh? I will get a room of my own?' 'Until you are ready to share a bed with me, yes, you will have a room to yourself.' 'Then I guess there will be no more direct descents for the Dukedom.' 'Time will tell. Well, if you have any requirements tell to my mother who is pretty much willing to serve you food if you want, (he sits on the bed) I will be going on a tour soon so we have a week to spend together and unfortunately my sister will be coming to meet you too.'

'You know, I feel like this is all a dream; as absurd as it may sound, it has yet to settle down on me, because I never thought I would be taken away from one prison to another like this. I knew my father wanted to marry me off as a peace offering to any kingdom willing, but it happened so that I was actually picked up, like a garbage bag.'

'Don't demean yourself; you are the crown jewel I snatched, and this is not a prison; you can go anywhere you want, do anything you want; you do not need my permission for anything, just remember to come back otherwise there will be useless wars again.' 'Don't worry, I will not run away, I will stay, and live, but do not expect me to reciprocate your feelings, whatever they may be, and we will be fine; a lot depends on this marriage, I do not want my people back home to suffer because of my foolishness.' 'Ah well, I will go now; also, try to accept people here too; they see you as a prince and no less; good night.'

The next few days were calm, weirdly bland, and nothing happened, which made y/n realise how calm life can actually be; back at home before the war all he did was read and attend events or be locked in the palace; there was nothing to do, he was not allowed to go anywhere too since the threat of people kidnapping him was always looming, which he never understood why, kidnap the crown prince why the other one.

On the third day Lady Kim, Chanyeol's sister, arrived, and she was like her mother in a grave mood, fidgeting while meeting y/n; he did not understand yet again, why such courtesies for a snatched prince, 'Your royal highness, I am sorry I was not able to attend the wedding, I live quite far away from Sandrian region and it was such a shocking and sudden news.' 'It is alright Lady Kim, please do sit down, you too Lady Park, I have said it to you multiple times don't wait for me to sit, just sit; let us cut back on some formalities insides these walls at least, we are a family now, forced indeed, but I have not a drop of vengeance in me, if you ask me honestly, I used to live like this back at home too, so, let us just be comfortable.'

'How are you adapting to the changes, sir? It gets colder than your kingdom here, I hope my brother has made arrangements for you to be at ease.' 'I am doing well, I have always adored winters more than the humid summers we had, so I can say I am better off here in some sense.' 'Oh it is good to know; we can all go and skate over the lake once it freezes and you can attend the winter festivals; we have a lot of them throughout the empire, I am sure the public is eager to meet you too.'

Lady Park put down her cup and said 'They are eager indeed, I have more than a dozen invitations for the balls and dinners already, and all asking specifically for his roya... I mean, y/n to join them.' It was as hard as biting a bullet for her to let go of the formalities in which she had soaked herself into the bones.

So it went on, and a week went by, full of still awkward lunches and dinners and a few guests to be entertained; throughout the week he did not see the head of the house anywhere, technically he was the head too but he liked Lady Park being in command more as he was not used to being the one in authority of a household.

One Saturday, after almost two weeks of disappearance, Chanyeol knocked on y/n's room around the ungodly hour of 1 AM. Y/n was a bit scared by the knock; he was writing a letter of reply to the crown princess as she had invited him to the palace for a private visit and did not expect anyone to be up this late. 'Can I come in?' The rasp was the giveaway, 'Please wait a minute, I am not presentable.' Y/n was not; he was in his robes; he quickly put on a loose shirt and trousers the said 'You can come in now.'

'Why are you up so late your royal highness.' The courtesy was more sarcastic than respectful, 'I have not been able to sleep, I have weirdly a lot of correspondents to reply to so I thought why not do that.' As he finished speaking and arranging paper on his desk facing the grand windows, he turned to look at Chanyeol and was shocked to see blood all over his clothes; for a moment he was stunned; y/n was not a fighter; he hated the very sight of blood when his brother would come from his military tours and right now, in front of him was a man almost soaked in blood, in his room talking to him, and he felt scared for the man, so much so that without thinking about who he is talking to, he had to verbalise it.

'What the hell happened to you!? So much blood!? Why are you here!? Go to a damn hospital for god's sake!' He almost screamed the last part, and was shaking so much that Chanyeol had to walk from the door side to hold him. 'Calm down, it is not mine.' 'DO NOT TOUCH ME LIKE THIS! I HATE BLOOD!' Y/n screamed in whispers while shutting his eyes. 'Okay! Okay. Will you try to calm down please, wait just turn around.'

Chanyeol took off his pads and shirt and gloves and threw them out of the room, then shut the door to come back in and saw y/n standing still, 'you can turn around now.' The glory of the human body was never so well available for y/n to look at like this; his brother was muscular and well built but nothing he can imagine, even the Commander in chief of his kingdom's army was not comparable to Chanyeol, yet he had to control himself once again. 'What happened? You are still wounded you know, I see the cuts on your arm, not that they should do anything to such a great General, but get treated I guess.' Y/N had already turned around again flustered.

'Nice to know you care, and sorry for coming in like this. I had no idea you would have such a reaction upon seeing blood. I will keep that in mind. I came to check up on you as I was attacked on my way here by some people who were allegedly from your father's kingdom, so I thought why not check up if you are safe or not.'

'Oh. Don't worry, my father does not want me back; they would never come for me; rather, they might kill me as it was pretty clear that I caused the war that destroyed them.' 'Something's wrong with your family, I have never seen anyone react like this to all the events that have happened.' 'Well, why dwell on it. I am here; you survived another attack, and all is fine.' 'Nice to know my survival is fine for you.' 'Don't get ahead of yourself; my survival depends on your survival, do not forget that you brought a prince from your enemy kingdom after a war. You must survive, I plan on living a long life.' Y/n turned and looked straight into Chanyeol's eyes.

There was an understanding between them that some lines are put up and they shall not be crossed, and respect was mutual. 'I will be staying for some time; we have to go to the palace soon, a private invitation. I hope it won't be a problem for you to attend, I have yet to accept it.' 'I was writing to the crown princess; we can go, I have no problem, just keep your mother here; she will probably fall sick due to all the stress she will take about a royal visit.' 'You like her?' 'I never had a mother; she is a good company, but frail for her age; you never thought about her while fighting wars?' Now y/n was sitting on his bed, and Chanyeol was in front of him on the chair where a y/n sat writing letters.

'I thought of her; that is why I never told her any trouble or wound or failure I ever had, and I had a retinue of servants to look after her.' They were again staring at each other; where will all of this arrangement lead them? Nobody had any idea; it was a day-to-day event still.

'Well, I will take my leave; you should sleep, I will ask them to serve the breakfast an hour later than usual.' 'Don't do that; your sister and mother should eat on time, I will just get up early.' Chanyeol was surprised at how well y/n was settling in; it was as if for the first time he had somewhere to hold on to. 'Okay then, good night my prince.' Chanyeol smirked closing the door, and left y/n flustered again.

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Am i Crazy? (Zosan X Reader) P6

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7 - Part 8

Hoisting the duffle bag over your shoulder you look back up at the back of the sunny and to where Chopper was leaning over the railing. The doctor helped you get the stuff you needed and get off the ship without anyone knowing, you hate sneaking around but you know they wouldn't let you do what you need too. You reach your arms up and catch the doctor as he falls into your arms, you didn't want him to come, but he said the only way he would help you was if he came so you gave in. "Ready?" you whisper placing him on your shoulders "yep" he whispers back clinging onto you as you run off to the woods and down the cobble path. The pain killers and adrenaline made it easy for you to push yourself, you knew the area well and you knew the house like the back of your hand but you hoped he hadn't change it much, you doubt he did since he had it custom-made and wanted to make it perfect. Half way down the path you turned off into the woods, Chopper gripping tighter and keeping his head down as you ran down a thin dirt path "But the path" Chopper whispers into your shoulder as the sound of fighting and metal beating against metal got louder "That path leads to the front of the house, this one leads around the back where we won't be seen, i told them to take it but i guess they didn't" you sigh soon coming to a stop as you look out of the path's exit, the wall to the back of the house blocked your view from the fight taking place outside in the front but that was a good thing.

Walking up to the wall you chucked your bag over, it hurt your shoulder a bit but you pushed through it before lifting chopper up, so he can pull himself up to sit on the top. The holes in the wall were small but over the years of living in the house you knew a trick to climbing it, thats how you got out in the first place. Pulling pieces of wood out of your pocket you wedged it into the slits in the wall making sure they got stuck before climbing up, you struggled more than you thought you would since you had to put weight in your bruised ankle but chopper helped you up near the top and over the wall, dropping down the other side landing on your good leg you helped chopper down onto the grass and grabbed your bag heading to the back door. The sound of fighting was loud inside, things crashing and fire crackling along with men yelling, you managed to peek around the corner and see what was going on, Sanji and Zoro where fighting strange robots, some made out of sofas and others made out of tables, the walls were now spiked but you couldn't see your ex although Zoro was going after something you can't see trying to get past anything that got in his way.

You smile for a second, your heart-warming up at them fighting for you but you had to help. "What are they?" Chopper whispers as you both sneak away, heading around to a slope that leads into the basement "I don't know, iv never seen them before, i knew the house had cameras and alarms but nothing like that" you sigh putting on some black leather gloves and pulling out some wires form the duffle bag before pushing them into the electric lock, it fizzes for a moment before sparking and turning the lock off opening the door. "Ok.. Iv never been aloud in here but i'm sure we can figure something out" you smile down to Chopper as you open the metal door and turning the light on inside. Your ex's lab as big, white walls with blue lights, different robots in pods lining the wall along with large chalk boars with math and science equations on them. "Wow" Chopper smiles running in as you follow, the tables in the middle of the room have computers, photos and lots of metal around but something catches your attention, right in the back is a large line of shelves with jars. Your heart drops as you get closer realizes what's inside.

"Oh god" you turn away feeling sick as Chopper runs over to you watching you cover your mouth and lean on the table, he looks at you then to the shelves his eyes widening. "Im so sorry" you whisper into your hand "when he said biology robotics i thought he meant prosthetic or mini robots that can fix people not this" you turn to look at the jars, brains, eyes, lungs, hearts and more in brown liquid, it made you sick. "We have to help them" Chopper looks up at you then to the robots on the wall. "We will but first we'll give my ex a taste of his own medicine" you nod starting to look around the room for a control panel to the house, you soon found it hidden away behind a chalk board on the wall that Chopper helped you take off. You open the box to see a bunch of switches and button's, it looks complicated, Chopper tugs on your jacket and holds up a booklet with a smile "Chopper your amazing" you praise about to take the booklet off him when the sound of glass shatters "Sanji" you can tell its Zoro yelling and your heart drops. Pulling over a stool you pick Chopper up and place him on it "I'm going to help, i need you to deal with this" you tell him as he shakes his head "Listen i need to help them, your amazing Chopper, you can do this" you rub his furry face and it seems to make him calm down a bit and nods at you before turning to the panel and looking through the booklet. You grab some cans out of the duffle bag and attach them to your belt before grabbing a metal pole form one of the tables and walk out the way you came in.

The fight was getting more and more frustrating for Zoro, he couldn't get to the man no matter how many times he cut through the robots, they kept getting back up and putting themselves back together. Sanji managed to melt a few robots with his fire but more kept coming and any arms or legs they couldn't reattach would either grab onto him or launch themselves at him. His shoulder was already hurt from being pushes into a spike on the wall, luckily i was only a scratch. Sanji tried making his way over to Zoro to back him up, so they could end things until someone kicked him in the stomach and sent him into the wall, his arm getting impaled on a spike but before can scream out a robot grabs him pulling him off it and throwing him through the window, "Sanji" Zoro runs only to get knocked back by another robot. Sanji landed on the grass his back hitting the solid floor making the air leave his lungs, he pants trying to catch his breath and get up only for a shimmer to appear in front of him grabbing his neck and pinning him to the ground. Sanji kicks his legs as the man strangles him, but he can't seem to get a kick in. His hands grab onto the arm holding him by the neck trying to push him off. Your ex laughs as he turns his power off looking down at the cook before pulling out a knife raising it in the air "You were never good enough" your ex laughs.

Running up you swing the pipe as hard as you can hitting your ex in the side of the face knocking him off Sanji and rolling along the ground, the knife he's holding stabs into his arm as he yells out in pain. "Back the fuck off" you yell anger taking over your body, you can take being hit, yelled at and called names but you would never let him hurt the ones you love. "Love" Sanji coughs sitting up as you help him stand "What are you doing here?" he asks pushing you behind him as your ex gets up and looks over the knife in his arm. "I-I" you manage to get out before taking a breath to clam your nerves "I'm not going to let him win" you glare as your ex pulls the knife out and looks at you with anger before letting a smile show "You came back birdy" he sighs pleased with himself as he cracks his jaw and puts the knife back in his pocket and wraps some cloth around his wound "But it seems you've forgotten your place" he turns invisible making Sanji hold you close behind him "Trust me, I-" you whisper as his hand squeezes yours only to be interrupted . "Behind you" Zoro's voice yells out making you turn to look only to be kicked in the side, Sanji brings his leg down on where your ex might be managing to hit something only to be punched in the face.

As Sanji tried to fight your invisible ex Zoro breaks through the robots and jumps out of the window sliding next to you ready to fight any robots that come at him, but they don't leave the house they just stood there. "You know where he is right?" you ask gaining the swordsman's attention, You stand up and pull your jacket back to show him the cans on your belt "I have a plan, i just need you to distract him" you state as the swordsman nods looking back at Sanji. "You shouldn't be here, but we'll talk about this later" Zoro grumbles before running off to help Sanji slicing at where he senses you ex to be, Sanji doesn't really want to follow the swordsman's lead, but he knows it's the only way he can take this guy down. "Don't you ever touch them again" Sanji yells kicking his fiery leg and hitting the man sending his now shimmering form slamming into the wall. Taking the cans off your belt you head over to the sprinkler system, unscrewing the cap to the pipe you open the cans and poor the colored liquid into the pipe, it takes you a while to get the rest of the cans in before screwing the cap back on and turning the valve to make the sprinklers work. You know it will take a minute for it to push through the system but that just gives you time to get his attention.

Your ex pants managing to regain control of his devil fruit powers again and run off, Zoro looks around trying to sense him while back-to-back with Sanji "Where's Y/N?" Sanji asks not seeing you while also keeping an eye out for any grass movement "I don't know" Zoro grumbled only to see you run out form behind the house, he senses something run past him and runs after it Sanji quickly following as they yell out for you. But your ready, the sprinklers start working and spraying colored paint everywhere showing you exactly where your ex is and like you thought he's running right at you, pulling the pip back you take a step to the side and swing hitting him in the face. He's taken aback by you actions but doesn't have time to think as the pipe connects with his face, the impact causes him to slip on the wet colored floor and hit the ground hard next you. You sigh while stepping away, the sprinklers turning off probably due to being clogged by the paint but you didn't care as you ex laid on the floor, his nose broken and bleeding trying to catch his breath.

Sanji and Zoro skid to a stop next to you and look down at your ex pulling you behind them as you smile and laugh, a part of you didn't believe you just did this and yet there he was. "Fucking hell babe" Zoro places his foot on the mans chest pushing down hard to stop the guy form getting up, he was so proud of you but also couldn't believe the damage you did with a single swing, not only was his nose broken but so was his jaw and one of his eyes were closed shut. Sanji wraps his arms around you and laughs with you a little "You were amazing" the cook praises pulling away to cup your wet and paint covered face. The robots in the house start to make squeaking noises before shutting down along with all the lights in the house. You smile before looking at Zoro whose sword is now at your ex's neck, your smile drops and you place a hand on the swordsman's hand thats holding the weapon. "I thought you wanted him dead?" Zoro asks looking at you confused but you move his sword to your ex's forehead making the man looking up at you panting with eyes wide. "I do but i don't want him coming back" you stare down at your ex who tried to speak through a broken jaw only letting out gargles. "Those robots are people and you will not get a second chance at life" you grit your teeth, the fear you had now gone, he can't hurt you, your stronger than him, and he fears that about you.

Zoro takes your hand off his sword and lightly pulls your chin to look up at him, he gives you a nod as Sanji takes your other hand and pulls your head into his chest shielding you form the man and what Zoro is about to do, you decide not to fight it, maybe it is best that you don't see what happens so you bury your head in the cooks chest and wrap your arms around him. The sound of metal sinking into flesh hits your ears, there were no screams or cry's of pain just silence. You sigh in relief already feeling the weight off your shoulders, looking up at Sanji all you can see is worry mixed with love and it makes you smile leaning up and kissing his lips lightly, he kisses back and holds you a little tighter "Thank you... oh Sanji your arm" you say suddenly realising the blood coming form his arm "It's nothing" The cook leans down kissing your head as Zoro moves you two away form your ex's lifeless body, you take a quick glance back before returning to your two boys. "Are you hurt too?" you ask Zoro looking him over more closely only for him to laugh and run a hand through your hair "I'm fine but your in trouble.... you shouldn't have left the ship" He holds you close to him a little mad at you but still proud of you for taking on your ex. "You would be dead without me" you push away with a smug smile.

Little feet running through the paint covered grass gets the three of you to turn and see Chopper with a big smile on his face and dragging the duffle bag behind him "I did it" he yells letting go of the bag and jumping into your arms that you hold out for him, holding him tight you didn't stop to think about the paint on your cloths that are now covering the doctor "see i told you, your amazing chopper" you pull the reindeer away holding in a laugh at his cute face. "Is anyone hurt?" he asks after calming down and your immediately show him Sanji's arm, "lets get back to the ship and fix you up" Chopper yells worried about the wound but also the paint that may have gotten into it. You four make your way around to the front of the house, Zoro grabs the duffle bag and puts his arm around your waist while you hold Chopper in your arms. The Doctor was looking over Sanji's arm wrapping it in a temporary bandage to stop the bleeding "Hay guys" Luffy yells running over some robots but stops all of a sudden looking confused "Why are you all covered in paint?" he asks making you laugh along with Sanji as Zoro rolls his eyes "We'll tell you later" you smile starting to walk again heading back to the sunny.

[invaderhogtwopointohno]

What Extraordinary Beings We Are

Summary: Qimir is the hottest pop star on the planet right now with a new album, awards and a movie, he is enjoying himself until he suddenly gets attacked outside of a club. His manager, Mae, arranges for her sister to become his protective agent until they can get more permanent security but there is something about Osha that just has him in awe. Based on a Tumblr prompt by @flythesail

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Chapter One

The stadium was packed full of screaming fans, mostly girls and women in anticipation of the concert. The roadies and techs running back and forth to get everything going, the massive screen on the backdrop showing an image of a countdown to the concert’s beginning. The band was sitting in their positions, listening to the stage manager in their ear pieces. The backup dancers were jumping up and down and stretching, ready to go out.

The only one missing was the star himself.

Mae knocked on the door.

“Qimir, hurry your ass up,” she said, looking at her phone. Mae Anaseya had been Qimir’s manager for the last three years and she had been the only one to stay by his side that long because she didn’t put up with any of his bullshit- of which he had plenty. She looked at the time. They were minutes away from starting, opening the door before he could answer her properly.

She walked in to find him sitting in front of his vanity, looking at his phone and generally ignoring the woman who was working on his hair.

“Come on, you need to get out there,” she said and he looked up from his phone.

“Mae,” he said in mild annoyance, the woman putting his microphone around his head and taping it into place. “I thought we said we weren’t going to come into rooms without knocking first.”

“I did. You are going to be late, let’s go,” she said, shooing the woman away as she dragged Qimir from his perch and shame walked him down the hallway. The roar of the crowd filled the stadium and shook the walls. They were like wild animals out there.

“Where are we going next?” he asked, looking at his phone, scrolling through Instagram to see if any of the BTS guys had hit him up.

“Jacksonville, and you need to actually remember this time. Saying thank you to Boston when you were in New York did not go over well,” she said, shoving him along the path to the stage. He didn’t pay her to be nice, that was for sure.

“Thanks for the tip,” he muttered and fixed his black jacket.

“The movie is wrapping post production so you’ll be going on a press tour starting in two months, you have six more stops on this tour and you are done until Feburary next year,” she said, looking at her phone. She had been hired because she had been the only one who had gotten him where he needed to go and doing what he needed to do without much of a fight. Everyone was always letting Qimir do whatever he wanted, as long as he gave them a wink and a smile, but Mae was immune to his stupid charm and instead focused on their working relationship- she was his annoying sister who kept him on the straight and narrow.

Qimir was ushered onto the stage and in front of thousands of screaming fans, Mae standing off to the side, looking at her phone. She returned to the green room, answering calls and e-mails as the concert went on for three hours and finally he came back, sweaty, laughing and looking like he had been having fun. He showered quickly in his dressing room and they were on their way out to greet fans out front.

“We’re heading back to the hotel, your fans have twenty minutes,” Mae said, the stadium security escorting them through the hallways, leading towards the front of the stadium where fans were spilling out of the building, waiting to get a glimpse of him.

Qimir pushed his black hair back, thinking about the evening’s performance when just as they were going through the doors, a shot rang out and everyone screamed, fans running in different directions, everyone dropping down and the stadium security grabbed him, taking him back inside.

He didn’t know what was going on when there were more shots and he was forced into a side hallway and into an elevator.

“What’s going on?!” he asked, looking at Mae, who had also been grabbed.

“I don’t know!”

The security team took him down to the basement and shoved him into a car before he had the chance to ask what was happening and they were off.

“What is going on? What happened?” Qimir demanded of the driver. They made it back to the hotel and heard the news that someone had been shot outside of his concert. A fan had tried to bring a gun into the building but she had been stopped by security and the cops had talked to her. It was a legal handgun that she owned and she had been told to leave, apparently she came back after the concert and had starting shooting in Qimir’s direction when she had seen him coming out for fan photos. She was shot and in critical condition in downtown.

“Well, this isn’t good,” Mae said, looking around the hotel room. The crew and roadies had been escorted back to their hotels by stadium security, but already everyone was on edge because of the incident. Qimir had been popular but since his album release a few weeks earlier and being nominated for Artist of the Year, he had moved to a super high status in the entertainment world. That kind of attention came with all kinds of threats. They had never had serious security before and this was making her nervous.

“We are going to have to get you personal security.”

“Personal security? Mae, there’s no need for all of that,” he said, looking skeptical and she shook her head.

“With everything going on I think we need to be more careful. With the movie coming out, the concerts and the public events, you are extremely exposed, you need someone to watch out for you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want someone who is going to stand out, that’s boring. Can you get someone who does like undercover work? Like a cool spy?” he whined and she rolled her eyes. This guy was so annoying. She looked at her phone and saw that her sister had finally texted her back.

Are you okay? I heard about what happened. Call me!

“Hold that thought,” she said, stepping into the hallway and calling her sister. “Hey, Osha, I am okay, I promise.”

“Mae! What on earth happened?”

“Well-”

She explained the situation and then finally made her request, “Hey, do you think that Sol would let you come help us out for a bit?”

“You want me to come be security for your client?”

“Qimir is not going to let some guy in a suit and sunglasses protect him, I need someone who can handle all of his annoying,” she explained, thinking of the many times he had gotten into trouble with the paparazzi in the past by making a scene. “We need your help, Osha.”

The Republic Knights were a very effective personal security team that had been formed many years earlier by Osha and Mae’s mentor, Sol. When Mae and Osha were younger, they had been enrolled in self-defense classes by their mother, and Sol had taught them how to take care of themselves. He had moved into private security after several years with the FBI and had offered Osha a job when she was in college. She had been working with him ever since.

Private security was never really Osha’s original interest, but she did get to travel a lot, help protect people and enjoy the added benefit of getting to go to some really nice places. The hotel in downtown where Mae was staying was far more luxurious than Osha was used to.

She had been working personal security for a trading group that had ships going in and out of Africa for the last several months when she got the call about Mae and went to Sol to ask for the security evaluation. Mae was insistent that the Republic Knights be the ones that provide the security service because she could trust Sol. He had a small but dedicated team that had not lost a client the entire time he had been in business.

Sol had insisted that he take the meeting in person, bringing Osha, Jecki and Yord with him to assess the threat level.

“This is a nice place,” Osha muttered to herself as they looked around the hotel lobby, waiting for Mae to come to them. The place was high dollar and they had never worked for someone at this level before.

“Not very secure,” Yord muttered and Jecki looked at him.

“It’s a hotel, idiot, not a Marine Barracks, they’re hiring us to secure it,” she said, rolling her eyes. The two had been working with Sol for about a year now and they were constantly getting on each other nerves.

“Enough, all of you, we have to look professional,” he said, fixing his suit jacket.

“What’s so special about this guy anyway?” Jecki asked, looking at Osha.

“My sister is his manager, he is mainly a singer, but he’s been doing TV shows and movies, he has a new movie coming out and the threats have been getting worse and worse. He is a big deal, I guess,” Osha said, though she had never met him before. Qimir was the thorn in her sister’s side, she was always complaining about what a pain in her ass he was, but she had liked the job and they had a good working relationship.

Mae appeared at the elevators and thanked them for coming, shaking Sol’s hand and they went up to the penthouse to meet Qimir.

“Qimir was discovered by a modeling agency about five years ago, he started singing too and that’s when his career took off with his first album, The Stranger. Since then he has been super popular. We’ve been on tour for the last two months. We wrapped his movie a month ago and it’s in post production so soon we will be doing a press tour. After what happened, I realized that we need to come up with a better security set up because we’ve been relying mostly on security at the venues and the movie lots.”

“We are more than happy to oblige, but this is a big ask, Mae, we have never taken on such a big client before.”

“That’s why I thought of you, with such a small operation, you would be more dedicated to his security than a bigger name. Besides, he’s an annoying pain in the ass and handling him is going to take a full team.”

“What about your security?” Osha asked, looking at her sister. She had been there when the woman had shot into the crowd.

“If you keep me from getting hurt too, that’s a bonus,” she said, as they reached the floor where the room was. They entered the massive penthouse to find that it was only decorated in the finest. Qimir was a major client. The most security that they had done the past few months had been escorting and trade route protection, not a single client that came with a big name. But Sol was excited for the new challenge and the higher rate of pay for his employees.

And he trusted Mae, she had been a good kid since he’d known her and Osha. They had been a little at odds because Osha had decided to keep her training under Sol going when Mae moved on to other things, but this was a chance for them to all work together.

“Qimir! Get out here, the security team is here,” Mae said, leaving them standing in the sitting area to hunt him down.

Yord took in the room, searching for all exits and being mindful of the massive windows that looked out on the city. Jecki helped herself to a spot next to Sol on the couch and Osha looked at the large painting of a lion on the wall.

“This is ridiculous, I don’t want some random people hanging around me like this,” Qimir whined as he followed Mae out of the bedroom, looking at the pair on the couch. “This is bullshit, I don’t need some suits hanging around telling me what to do.”

Mae looked at him, shaking her head.

“Qimir, I trust Sol, we’ve known each other for years, he will make sure that you are safe and that’s all that matters to me. I can’t lose my meal ticket now,” she said and he rolled his eyes, looking over and spotting Osha standing next to the massive painting and he stopped, taking her in.

She was wearing a black suit and white button up shirt and stiffened at his sudden attention. He looked her up and down and turned to face her.

“Hello,” he said, smiling at her and she looked at Mae.

“H-Hi…” she replied and walked right up to her, looking her over.

“Hi,” he said again in a much lower voice and got extremely close to her. She stiffened, looking up at him.

“Qimir, this is Sol, he’s the one who you’re meeting with today,” Mae said, looking annoyed and Sol stood up. “This is my sister, Osha, I’ve told you about her before.”

“I remember…” he said, not taking his eyes off of Osha as he completely ignored everyone else in the room. “How are you doing today?”

“F-Fine,” she said, looking at him, confused. What was his deal? She was used to being generally ignored and pushed aside. Sol was a great mentor, but he always maintained professional distance with her. Yord was the king of following the rules so he was no fun and Jecki was great, but she was not great at getting close with people, making Osha tend to stand off on her own. Her profession also made her more of a wallflower than a conversationalist.

“Qimir,” Mae snapped, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him towards the couch, forcing him to sit down. She shook her head, looking at Osha. “Sorry about him.”

Osha recovered quickly, but Qimir had yet to take his eyes off of her.

“I understand you were hesitant about having a security team around,” Sol said, trying to gain control of the meeting, “And I understand that you want to go about your life normally but-”

“No, it’s fine- I want Osha to take care of me,” Qimir said, finally taking his eyes off of Osha and looking at Sol.

“Excuse me?” Sol asked, surprised.

“Sure- yeah, if she is the one who is my escort, I am more than satisfied,” he said, smiling at her. “Mae trusts you, so I trust you, and I want Osha.”

“Uh- I don’t think-” Osha tried to interject, but Sol reached out a hand to Qimir.

“We are happy to do business with you!” he said a little too hastily. A client like this with this kind of money was going to get them more team members. Sol looked at Osha, smiling at her in reassurance.

Qimir looked at Osha, sitting back on his couch and she felt like this was a big mistake.

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@flythesail bruh you did this to me, now I can't be stopped