#it’s two days early but shhhh i have a system

[chronodia]

happy birthday tokio :]

[khalixascorner]

Debt Paid in Soul Epilogue 1

For the first day of Christmas, this author gave to thee: One Epiiiiilooogguuueee ~

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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The pregnancy was difficult for Peter, and Tony hovered constantly as they dealt with complications that arose left and right. Tony hired specialist after specialist to ensure his mate got the medical attention he needed, especially when they found out he was carrying a full litter of three. As Peter grew bigger, Tony was amazed that his tiny mate managed to hold their kits inside him, but he also worried because the omega serval’s small body was not made to carry so much, and bedrest seemed unavoidable.

In the end though, it all worked out fine. The kits came a bit early but they were healthy and Peter bounced back quickly. One of the three kittens was a black tiger like Tony and was much bigger than his two younger siblings, which was what had put so much stress on Peter’s system.

It was worth it though, seeing his mate cuddled up on their bed with their kits tucked safely around him, purring away in their mother’s presence.

“You’re so amazing,” Tony whispered, climbing in behind Peter and spooning the smaller omega. “You brought our kits into this world, and look how perfect they are.”

“You say that now, but just wait till they’re older,” Peter murmured back sleepily. “They’re going to be trouble. Mother’s intuition.”

“That’s ok. We can handle trouble,” Tony promised, nipping at Peter’s neck. As he did, he caught a whiff of sorrow on his mate’s scent. “I’m sorry, kitten. I know you wished May could be a part of this.”

Peter stiffened, then shuddered and carefully rolled so he could bury his face into Tony’s chest.

“I just, this should be a happy time, and I am happy,” Peter cried softly. “But I wanted her to be here too.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Maybe she’ll come around,” Tony offered, though he knew it was a lie.

May had tried to get the courts involved again, so he had sent Nat to handle it. The beta would never cause them trouble again. Nat was the only one that knew though, and she had covered her tracks thoroughly. Even if May’s body were ever found, it would simply look like she had gone off the rails and overdosed on drugs.

Peter would be heartbroken, of course, but Tony had warned her what would happen. He would do anything for his family.

“I just, I thought she would understand,” Peter said, oblivious to the darker turn Tony’s thoughts had taken. “She- she always said I was like the kits she couldn’t have, and then she turned around and told me I couldn’t be pregnant with ours. Just look at them. They’re so precious, and yet she acted like we should have-”

“Shhhh, it’s ok, omega,” Tony interrupted, purring softly to soothe his mate as his tail wrapped around the omega. “The kits are fine, and you’re fine and nothing is going to happen to any of you. You have my word.”

Peter nodded, though his ears still drooped. Tony didn’t let up, nuzzling and nipping at his mate until Peter was putty in his arms.

“Rest now,” Tony said firmly. “The kits will need your attention soon enough and you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“Yes, alpha,” Peter murmured sleepily, rolling back over to curl around their children.

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As the kits grew, their personalities grew too, and Tony took great pride in them. James was an alpha black tiger like him, and from the time he could walk, he followed Tony around when he was home. When his alpha father wasn’t home, he hovered over his omega mother and siblings, growling at anyone who made them cry. Bucky and Tony encouraged the behavior, much to Peter’s exasperation.

The omega twins, Ben and Harley, were a pair of mischief makers that had none of their mother’s gentle calmness. Peter just sighed anytime there was a crash or screech in another room, because ten times out of ten, it was the twins. James kept them from getting hurt but didn’t save any of the hapless victims that fell into their traps. Only Peter and Tony were safe from their machinations, as they loved their mother too much to hurt him while respecting Tony’s place as alpha.

“I really wish you’d have a talk with them,” Peter groused as he deconstructed yet another trap their 5 year olds had put together. “It was cute when they were only two or three, and it was marbles on the floor or strategically placed legos as caltrops, but this is a bit much.”

Tony wondered if Peter wasn’t right. Their kits had all inherited their intelligence from both of them, and it showed in the elaborate glitter bomb rigged to fridge. Peter had been lucky to catch sight of the trigger before pulling it open.

“I’ll give them a room or something,” Tony said instead. In their line of work, he didn’t want to discourage defensive capabilities after all. “Somewhere to practice and then make everyone use it as training.”

“Not in the house,” Peter said firmly. “Put it on a different floor or something. I don’t want them to ‘forget’ which room was ok.”

“Of course,” Tony agreed, already planning which rooms he could add to the training areas for the boys to practice in. He also made a mental note to get them proper lab space so their inventing was supervised. Those pieces were clearly torn from something else, and he dreaded Peter finding the mechanical corpses of whatever appliance they had sacrificed for their craft.

Peter tolerated a lot, especially not having been born into this life, but even he had limits. Taking apart his blenders or toasters just happened to be one of them.

Tony drew back from his thoughts when he realized Peter had stopped moving. The omega’s tail was low and his ears down, and Tony could smell the heavy sorrow floating off of him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tony asked, drawing his mate in. “I promise I’ll talk to them, no more traps in the house.”

“No, I just- where did the time go?” Peter asked, gesturing to the mechanism in his hand. “How are our babies already doing stuff like this? Am I- are we making sure they’re happy? I mean why, why do they even do this? Are they scared and want to make sure they can make things safe?”

“Hey, no,” Tony said firmly. “That’s definitely not the problem. They do this because they’ve got your brain and mine, which is dangerous enough, but they also know that they’ve got their mama to hide behind. And everyone is afraid of their papa, so they can prank whoever they want with impunity.”

“Not everyone,” Peter said with a snort, and Tony smiled as his mate’s scent cleared.

“No, not their brave Oma who yells at me for staying too late at the office and throws pillows at me when he thinks I’m being ridiculous,” Tony agreed. “All of which is healthy for them to see. When they’re older, they’ll have to behave properly, but for now, this isn’t truly hurting anyone. They know where that line is.”

“You mean James knows and rides herd on them,” Peter said with a huff. “Ben and Harley would be wild children without him.”

“I’m sure you’d keep them in line just fine too,” Tony said, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead softly. “But this is good. They’re learning to respect the alphas without me having to be the bad guy. James has a good head on his shoulder, just like both of his namesakes.”

“You’re right,” Peter sighed, leaning into Tony’s arms. “I guess I’m just worrying about nothing.”

“That’s alright. I’ll make sure to remind you that everything is fine,” Tony promised. “And that our children will still need you when they’re older too. They’re just spreading their wings a little.”

“It was easier to feel like I was useful when they were tiny and still needed help,” Peter said wryly. “For all that I didn’t have a minute to breathe some days, I knew they needed me. Now, it’s always ‘I don’t need help mom’ or ‘I can do it myself.’ And I know, it's just part of growing up but I miss it. I miss when they were little kits.”

“It’s ok to miss it,” Tony assured him, pulling him in tighter for another hug. “They were awfully cute back then. Now, they’re just little hellions.”

Peter smacked Tony’s arm but still smiled at the alpha as he snuggled back into his arms.

“I- I wish we could have more,” Peter whispered, like it was some shameful secret. “I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Every time I see little kits, I just want more.”

Tony frowned at the tone and pulled back so that he could look at Peter properly.

“Omega, if you want more kits, then we’ll have more kits,” Tony said seriously.

“But, we already have three, and-”

“And we can have as many as you want,” Tony interrupted. “I assure you, I have more than enough to take care of any kits you’re willing to give me. Plus, you know how much I love stuffing you full.”

Tony nipped at their mating mark, and then kissed his way across Peter’s soul mark.

“Aaah Alphaaa,” Peter groaned, and Tony grinned as he picked the omega up.

“Come on, Omega, let’s go practice.”

[honestlyitsjustsam]

I hope you don’t mind me asking but what is your head cannon on wake-up times for the protocol? Like who’s an early bird and who has to be drug out of bed at noon? Love seeing your little headcannons and ideas in the Val tag!

oh i dont mind!! and im glad you like seeing my posts :3 sometimes i feel like i spam them too much asdfgasdfasdfg

GOD ITS LONGER THAN I IMAGINED IM SORRY

okay so i believe Skye and Sova would def be early birds, the type of birds who also would go for a morning run together and talk about healthy life style... yuck crazy people

Chamber would be up early and would make sure he gets enough sleep and does his morning beauty routine or else he has eyebags and he will eliminate anyone who mentions them...slowly

Brimstone may be up early as well because he likes to meet the agents and its funny for him to see them all sleepy and messy asdfghj then they wake up fr and he makes them waffles and pancakes (mostly for Kj but shhhh)

Astra would be up early as well, she likes the quiet time before every agent is up so she can focus on her yoga and mindful exercises. oh and also she looves watching morning shows on TV which are all about gossip, she loves making fun of the concept and the people in it

Sage def is an early bird as well, i imagine she would wake up and after her meditation and a shower, def would make tea for herself and be tranquil with the day

Breach seems like the type to wake up whenever he pleases, like if he had a fun night and went to bed late he will wake up around afternoon but for a change, if he went to bed early he might wake up at noon, dont think he would be up early usually unless its Sova’s turn to make breakfast i feel the same for Reyna tbh, her waking up routines change whenever she wants to

i dont think Cypher and Viper would sleep..like at all. insomnia is a terrible thing and they both have inner demons which keep them up late at night. so until they cant function properly, they dont sleep which causes them to be up in the morning when everyone is just up. they might think these two are early but in reality they didnt even go to bed yet.

i think kj would sleep at late but wakes up early, she is the type of a person who is content with 4-6 hours of sleep. like it doesnt bother her, she may feel fatigue due to her late night hardworks but that tiredness isnt about the lack of sleep she gets.

raze on the otherhand would again work hard until midnight but sleep until midday as well to a point where kj would need to bring her breakfast because she missed it..My girl isn't sleep deprived; she simply enjoys sleeping.

Neon would be up early as well, but only because she doesn't sleep late; she sleeps at 10pm and wakes up at 9am. She also enjoys running and prefers to do it alone, so since Skye and Sova would be up at 6am, 9am is an ideal time for her.

even tho kayo is powerful, i believe kj would make a charging pod for him asdfghjsdfg like he wouldnt need to sleep but he needs his radianite core to be recharged so he would plug himself in and rest

i believe omen however does not need to sleep, like ever. he doesnt get tire because he doesnt have flesh or a nerve system so he really doesnt need to do anything at night but knit. omens existence is a little bit confusing to me but i see his body as a idk some sort of unstable material plus shade ig idk idk (but he never says no to bigspoon Cy and wake up next to him...)

i think Phoenix might wake up early as well because he looks like he enjoys life and wants to be alive truly, his job is to go and get his gf first because jett tends to be lazy in the mornings and if you dont wake her up she might go and sleep the whole day. so a kiss on the lips is enough for her to wake her up, then they go and visit their bf

yoru has to be the one Phoenix and Jett drug out of the bed, i always thought the dimentional drift to tire him so whenever he has fatigue he just dozes off and wakes up like 20 hours later, his lovers are worried for him :(

fade is a laaazy person, she wakes up late and whenever she wants BUT on sundays she has to be up early because hey sunday breakfast!! a sacred tradition for generations and then she will probably bother Cypher and wont leave him until he eats his breakfast

[champagne-bucky]

The Things We Do for Money

Summary: Your boss is a pain in the ass… sometimes 

Warnings: Chris Evans x Reader, smut, oral (female receiving), a bit of drunk! Chris

Notes: I know Chris Evans has big brat energy and I needed to get it out of my system.

There was no one on this planet who could hate their job as much as you hate yours. Sometimes you’d curse yourself out for agreeing to take on this stupid assistants job, but you were in a pinch and desperately needed the money. Now here you are, stuck three months in with the most absurd and demanding boss. He always has you doing his bitch work for him.

Okay, you’ll run out and get him a coffee from time to time when he’s at work. You’ll go run the errands and make the phone calls he’s unable to make, but you drew the line the second he asked you to do the most dumbest tasks for him. 

He started acting ridiculous literally a month into the job, when he called you at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. Turns out the dumbass couldn’t find his running shoes and you had schlepped yourself half an hour to his house only to find them under the bed the first minute of your arrival. Then, he’d call you for things like tying his shoe laces “because his hands were tired”, whatever the fuck that means, or picking out his evening wear when he’d go out with the guys (and he’d never end up liking what you picked out!)

Now here you are, in your cold ass car in the middle of a Boston winter, driving to your bosses house at the crack ass of dawn. You were annoyed because the night before he’d kept you up till late rattling off your To-Do list for the very next day, half the stuff would probably be scratched from the list anyways. 

Your phone started to ring and you groaned knowing exactly who it was... BECAUSE WHO ELSE WAS UP THIS EARLY!?!?

“Yes, Chris,” you grumbled.

“Whoa, whoa, someone’s a little grouchy for 5:30 in the morning. Speaking of, you’re 30 minutes too late,” you wanted to cure the bastard out, but then he followed up with a laugh.

“Kidding, kidding, anyways, Assistant, I need a favor,” here we go…

“I’m your assistant, doing you favors is my job description, and I have a name you know.”

“Eh, Assistant suits you better. Anyways, if you could run to the shop and pick up my shoes for that award show I have later, oh, and schedule me a haircut would you? You know what to tell them,” this man was way too cheery for this early in the morning.

“No, it does not, the award show is three months away, and no, I do not know how you get your haircut, and I don’t want to know,” Chris responded with a low whistle.

“Gee, someone’s a little cranky monster. Let’s fix that frown before you come over okay?” you grit your teeth. Chris didn’t like a nasty attitude and he had the power to fire you for it.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” you huffed and he hung up the phone after telling you a few more demands.

__

As much as this man was slowly pushing you towards your breaking point, the job came with perks. One of those being travel. You never had an opportunity to travel a lot and working for Chris gave you the chance. From Singapore to Australia, you finally got to see what was beyond your small town of Massachusetts. 

Right now, you were in Atlanta where Chris was filming a new Marvel movie. You didn’t get to see much of the set, or the cast, or the inside of your bosses trailer, but you did get to see a lovely highway every couple hours while running around for that pain in the ass. However, when you got done you got to have lunch in Chris’ trailer without him, which was a big plus. Actually, every moment away from Chris was a true blessing.

“ASSISTANT” you groaned as you heard your name being called from outside the trailer. You put down your half eaten sandwich and swung open the trailer door. There stood Chris in his Captain America suit, arms crossed and tapping his foot.

“Yes, Mr. Evans?” Chris put a smile on his face and motioned you to come closer to him. You stepped closer, but he made you come even closer. You came as close to his mouth and he whispered in your ear.

“Do you know what time it is?” you pulled back from his lips with a confused expression.

“Uh, no. W-What time is it?”

“Time for you to help me out of this tight ass costume,” your eyes went wide in horror. Not this shit again.

“No, no, please Mr. Evans, can’t you ask someone else, like a male, to take off your costume,” you pleaded as marched past you.

“Nope, that’s why I hired an assistant, Assistant. Now hurry up, the boots are the hardest to get off,” you groaned and stepped into the trailer.

Chris sat down on the couch and motioned for you to get by his one boot. You grimaced and got to your knees and started to take the boot off. You tugged and tugged until it loosened a little. When it finally did, the whole room filled with a stench.

“Mr. Evans, ew, can’t you wear socks with these things,” Chris let out a deep chuckle and shook his head.

“Can’t do that or the boots will be too tight on my poor little feet,” he put out the other boot clad foot.

“Little is an understatement, sir,” Chris covered up his small groan with a clear of his throat.

“Well Assistant, you know what they say about big feet,” you choked on your spit and looked up at the man.

“They sign you big paychecks. Now hurry up, I’m getting drinks with the guys tonight,” you groaned again and worked the other boot off.

When the costume was fully off, averting your eyes where necessary, Chris was changing back into his regular clothes while a knock sounded at the door.

“Get that for me, Assistant,” you went to the door and swung it open and were faced with two of his co-workers, Anthony and Sebastian.

“Oh, assistant girl? We aren’t interrupting anything are we?” Anthony winked and Sebastian chuckled. Your cheeks were heating up at that comment when you felt Chris behind you.

“Yeah guys, just one second I gotta put on a shirt,” your eyes noticeably widened knowing Chris was right behind you, shirtless. 

The men suppressed their laughter at your shocked expression. They probably thought you were sleeping with your boss! Oh god, listen, Chris wasn’t an unattractive man, hell no, but he was your boss (and also a pain in the ass), you couldn’t cross that sort of line. 

“I’ll be going now, Assistant. Clean up for me and finish up that list,” Chris grabbed his wallet and left the trailer.

“Yes, Mr. Evans.”

Anthony and Sebastian stopped in their tracks to laugh a little. When Chris turned around to give them a ‘what’ look Anthony finally spoke. 

“Yes, Mr. Evans. I’ll clean up the trailer and then clean you up later, sir,” Anthony mocked your voice as Chris punched his arm lightly.

_

That blare of your ringtone made you shoot up out of your peaceful sleep and clutch your heart. You peered over at the time to see that it was 3 a.m. Groaning, you ignored that call without seeing who it was and tried to sleep again, but then they called you back.

You turned your light on and grabbed your phone and saw that Chris was calling you. Pissed off and tired, you answered the phone with an angry ‘what’.

“Oh, Assistant, I need you,” Chris sounded like he was slurring his words. He was still at the bar?

“Mr. Evans? Are you drunk?”

“Yessssss, I made an oopsie and had tooooo much to drink. Can you pwetty pwease come pick me up. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee…” he dragged out the last vowel as you started looking for your keys.

“Fine, but you’re paying me overtime for this,” you slide on your shoes and run out of the hotel room to go get the big drunken baby.

It took you awhile, but you finally found the bar Chris was at. Luckily, he has always shared his phone location with you for emergencies like these. It didn’t take long to find him either seeing as he was moping on the curb nursing a beer in his hands. 

You rolled your eyes and got out of the car. Chris’ ears perked up at the sound of a door slamming shut and he immediately was smiling like a dope. 

“ASSISTANT!” He screamed and held his arms out for you. The people passing by on the sidewalk gave him dirty looks.

“Chris, shhhh, let’s get you back into the car, okay?”

“HEY! THAT’S MR. EVANS TO YOU or sir if you want to spice things up,” he barely whispered and gave you a wink. Scoffing, you shoved him into your tiny car before he took off down the street.

The drive back to Chris’ Atlanta home was a bit of a drive, but there was not much traffic on the road so it would be quicker than usual. Chris was falling asleep in the passengers seat, but would come to every so often to slur something stupid. This time, when his head went up to speak to you his words were loud and clear.

“You’re pretty,” your cheeks were heating up, but it was too dark to see.

“Thank you, Mr. Evans.”

“And kind, sweet, lovely,” he was showering you with compliment after compliment and you didn’t know how to respond.

“I like you, Assistant,” you tried to keep your composure, but you were stunned. He was drunk so that meant nothing, right?

“I would figure since you keep me around all the time,” you laughed off.

“Noooo, I really like you. Not in a “like” you, but in a “like like” like you way,” his body was now fully turned to face you. 

“Oh, well, Mr. Evans I’m flattered, but you’re my boss. I can’t ruin our professional relationship,” Chris let out a whine just as you were pulling up to his house and getting out of the car.

“Then as your boss, I demand you to like like me,” you laughed as you opened the car door for him to get out.

“Mr. Evans, you know we can’t allow that,” you tried your best to joke with him, but he kept up pestering you.

“How about a thank you for helping me get home,” you furrowed your brows as Chris unlocked his door and was leaning up on the threshold.

“Umm, Mr. Evans I-,” you didn’t get a chance to finish because Chris grabbed your face and was leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips.

Your eyes were probably wider than they have ever been in your lifetime. Chris Evans was kissing you. Chris Evans was kissing his assistant. Chris Evans was drunk and kissing a woman who he signs her paychecks for every week. 

He pulled back a few moments later with a satisfied look on his face. He was still stumbling drunk, but it seemed as if he didn’t care. Chris had a cocky grin on his face while looking at your frozen expression.

“Um, Mr. Evans, um. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and you sprinted back to your car and pulled out of the driveway, not even glancing back at your boss.

_

It had been a while since the whole drunk kiss incident. The day after that night you didn’t bring up what had happened and neither did Chris. 

You assumed that he was so drunk that he probably forgot about the kiss. To be fair, he didn’t even remember him calling you to come pick him up or the whole drive back home. He must’ve forgotten about the kiss and you intended to never bring it up.

Things between you and your boss went back to normal after that. You were still dealing with his antics and absurdities, but it paid your bills so you couldn't complain. However, Chris seemed to be lenient with you nowadays.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but he definitely changed his demeanor recently. He let you come into work an hour later than usual, anytime you said you were unable to do something he let it slide, and he also had given you a raise out of nowhere. Maybe he was changing…

“ASSISTANT,” nevermind…

“ASSISTANT!” you followed Chris’ voice to the backyard where he was standing by the pool.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” you rolled your eyes.

“Assistant, can you do me a favor?”

“Will I get fired for saying no?”

“Yes.”

“Then what is it,” you walked over to him as he started to take off his shirt.

“I want to go for a swim, but I don’t want to miss an important phone call I should be getting.”

“And?”

“And I want you to sit out here and watch my phone till it rings,” you looked at him in disbelief. He really wants you to babysit a phone?

“Are you serious? You just want me to sit out here and stare at your phone?”

“Well, I’d invite you to join me in the pool, but you don’t have a swimsuit,” Chris scoffed and jumped into the pool.

You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the lounge chair. If you were going to babysit his phone you might as well relax a bit. Plus, you didn’t mind the little show you were getting courtesy of Chris.

About an hour went by and still no phone call. Chris had been busy swimming laps in his pool and playing with Dodger who would jump in for a swim. Either Chris was pulling your leg just so you could watch him or this phone call was never happening. You’d think after an hour someone would call soon.

You moved to get up and go back in the kitchen to answer some emails to the rest of Chris’ team when he called for you to come back.

“Mr. Evans, it’s been an hour and no one has called. I have work to do, I can’t stand around all day watching you swim and wait for your phone to ring. You’re a big boy you can do it,” you didn’t hear him get out, but Chris was hot on your tail as you entered back in the house.

“So, you were watching me, huh,” you tried your best to hide the blush creeping up on your face.

“Not the point, sir. I need to get back to work,” Chris clicked his tongue between his teeth. 

“Alright, while you get back to work, I’ll be in the shower,” you went back to your computer and hummed in agreement with his plans.

You heard a ruffle of clothing hit the floor as you looked up from your laptop screen. You gasped in horror as you saw Chris had shucked his bottoms off right in front of you and turned to walk to the bathroom. You put your head down as he turned around to look at you with a satisfied smirk. 

_

The faint sound of the shower running filled the silence for a few minutes as you contemplated your next move. The swim shorts stayed where they were and you refused to pick them up. You still couldn’t get the image of your boss and his bare ass out of your head. 

What did this mean now for your job? 

“Assistant,” you froze at the sound of Chris’ voice, “I need you.”

“Now?”

“Yes, it’s urgent,” he sounded anxious.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” you said from behind the cracked door.

“Can you get me a towel from the closet? I forgot mine.”

You went to grab him a towel and stuck your hand through the door. When you didn’t feel him take the towel from you you got worried.

“Mr. Evans,” you called out.

All of a sudden the door opened and you were face to face with a naked Chris Evans. You kept your wide eyes on his and pushed the towel to his chest.

“Assistant, I need some help getting dry,” you were stumbling over your words, but not for long until Chris pulled you in the bathroom with him and brought your hands up to his chest.

You kept your eyes on him and you dried off his upper body. Chris looked into your eyes with adoration and a hint of lust. This was getting too serious way too fast, you went to pull away, but he grabbed your wrists.

“You know, I meant what I said. You are very pretty,” you gasped. 

“Chris,” he pulled you closer until your lips touched. Fuck it. You couldn’t fight this anymore. This gorgeous man wanted you and a part of you wanted this pain in the ass too.

The kiss started slow, but descended into something so raw and animalistic. Your tongues were all over each other’s mouths and your teeth were scraping and hitting together. Chris pushed you up against the bathroom door and moved his lips to your neck.

“So good, wanted you for so fucking long,” he continued to kiss down your neck to the collar of your shirt.

“I want this off, now Y/N,” you gasped again. That was the first time he ever used your real name.

You couldn’t deny his orders, so you happily took off your shirt, bra included, and threw them on the floor. Chris went to praise you for being so good and attacked your sensitive buds. 

He scraped, licked, and sucked gently on each nipple, giving him all the attention they deserved. You moaned loudly and he went to kiss you again. He pressed himself into your thigh and started to grind.

“All for you, baby. It’s all for you,” you let out a breathy moan.

“Please, Chris, please, sir. I want it,” Chris growled in response.

His hands began to wander. They rubbed up and down your sides before they inched their way towards your center. Chris took his one hand and put it under your shorts. You whimpered as he went and rubbed your center in teasing strokes.

“Chris, please,” he removed his hand and opened the bathroom door.

“Patience, baby,” Chris picked up your shaking body and carried you throughout the house towards his bedroom.

He kicked opened the door and laid you down on the bed. Chris removed your shorts and stood back to admire your bare body. His thumbs drew small circles around your hips as he looked up at you with dark eyes.

Chris connected his lips with the top of your belly button and started to kiss downwards. He came in contact with your pussy, but wouldn’t kiss it. His lips ghosted yours, his beard was scratching the surrounding area. It seemed as if time had stopped when all of a sudden he attacked your core. 

Your hands flew down to his hair and began to pull at the roots. Chris groaned into your pussy as you arched your hips into his mouth. He brought his thumb to your clit and started to rub fast and hard circles. You were so close to cumming, but you could barely form the words.

You tried to tell him, but it felt so good and he was doing all the right things to restrict your speech. The tiny bubble within you had grown bigger and bigger and was going to pop any second. Chris started to thrust two fingers in you while his lips sucked your clit and that’s when it happened.

“Holy fuck,” you looked up with a heaving chest to see Chris’ beard, lips, and fingers soaked. His eyes grew darker as he grabbed your chin and kissed your breath away.

“Fucking squirted all over me baby, how you gonna clean me up?” He nuzzled his face into your neck and started to pepper kisses all over.

You were at a loss for words, but your body was doing all the talking. Your hips started to thrust up into Chris’ thigh and he looked down with a smirk.

“I know you want it, honey. Give me one second,” Chris moved off your body and made his way to his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on.

Now, he was back on top of you and drinking you in. You kissed one more time before he lifted your leg over his shoulder and positioned himself at your sensitive entrance.

“You sure?” You shook your head rapidly at his question.

“Yes, get on with it, sir,” he smirked as he entered you.

The stretch hurt, but the pain was replaced with pleasure as he started to thrust. He started off slow, careful not to hurt you, but he was going deeper into your pussy. You cried and slapped his bicep, urging him to go faster.

“If that’s what baby wants, then that’s what baby will get,” and Chris went into overdrive.

You screamed his name and moaned so loud that you were sure the neighbors would hear you. Chris loved hearing those sweet noises and was doing all he could to make them louder. You were reaching a second high, but Chris was still keeping a brutal pace.

“Chris, I’m about to cum.”

“Hold on, sweetheart. We aren’t finished this just yet,” he grabbed your other leg and threw it over his shoulder, attempting a deeper angle.

Chris kissed you with all his might. His tongue evaded your mouth once more and his thrusts were getting faster and faster. A sweat broke out on him and he was getting close. 

“Baby, you can let go whenever you want,” a final scream ripped through you as you arched your back and came for the second time.

Chris fucked you even harder through your orgasm. He wanted to fuck your pussy so that it was be sensitive for the next couple days. He wanted you to never forget this moment.

Tears formed in your eyes as he kept going. You were trying to keep up, but your body started to get weak. Chris noticed this and worked faster to get himself to the edge.

When he finally came, it felt as if his eyes had rolled back up into his head. He was sweaty and growing tired, but he didn’t want to leave your pussy yet. He knew he had to because the position you were in was starting to get uncomfortable. Chris finally removed himself and threw the condom out.

He saw your eyes were dropping and quickly picked you up to take you to the bathroom. He let you do your business and went to grab you a bottle of water. 

When you came out of the bathroom, with shaky legs, Chris was there with a water bottle  by the bedside table and the sheets drawn back waiting for you to get in beside him. You gladly accepted the comfy spot next to him and soon you drifted off to sleep.

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When you finally woke up, you felt something heavy weighing down across your abdomen. Your eyes shot up as you looked around a room you didn't recognize. As if right on que, Chris groans beside you and opens his eyes. He smiled and pressed you closer to his body and gave you a sweet kiss to your temple.

“Evening,” Chris buried himself in your hair as you lifted your head to look out the window, confirming it was night.

“What time is it?” your voice was strained.

“Close to 11. Didn’t think we’d be out for this long,” he winked and for a moment you forgot why you were in his bed.

“OH MY GOD,” you gasped and shot up and Chris followed suit.

“WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG?”

“WE HAD SEX!”

“I KNOW I WAS THERE. WHY ARE YOU YELLING?” Chris matched your voice.

“I’M YELLING BECAUSE YOU’RE MY BOSS. I SLEPT WITH MY FUCKING BOSS,” you slammed your head back down on the pillow and buried your face in it. You only lifted your head off the pillow to hear him laughing at you.

“I get why you’re laughing, but I’m not. I’m a slut,” Chris laid back down next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“Hey, hey, you are not a slut. Please don’t think of yourself that way,” he cradled you into his arms.

“I did the one thing that nobody is supposed to do. I shouldn’t have ruined our professional relationship,” you tried to break free from Chris’ hold, but you wouldn’t let you go. 

“Listen to me, you did not do anything wrong. I wanted to ask you out for a long time… I just, well, you see-”

“You got piss ass drunk and ruined your plans,” you giggled into his bare chest. 

“That’s one way of putting it, yeah,” and he laughed along with you.

“So, I guess this means I should resign now shouldn’t I?”

“Not necessarily no, I still need my assistant.”

“So I get to sleep with you AND be on payroll? Wow, what a dream come true,” Chris laughed some more.

“We don’t have to tell anybody for a while. I’ll help you find a new job so it won’t look so fishy whenever we tell people we are dating.”

“I don’t know, I am gonna miss that fat Christmas bonus I get every year…” 

“I think I can think of a way to make up for that,” Chris’ hand was stroking up and down your thigh which made you shudder.

You turned to kiss him as you hummed in agreement. Things started to get hot and heavy once more and soon the sheets were pushed off the bed, Chris was attacking your lower half with kisses. Right when he got to your center, his phone rang.

“You wanna get that for me, Assistant?” 

[tchallasbabymama]

Funeral

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter 12 of Playlist. Catch up on the story and read my other fics by checking out my masterlist HERE! Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x  OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here!

CW: Smut (consensual non-consent, knife/claw play, cutting, blood play). Basically if edge play bothers you, don’t read the last scene except for the verrrry end. Child endangerment. 

Word count: 10,313

The King and Queen of Wakanda, along with their newborn baby girl, stayed in the royal birthing chambers for the rest of the day so the midwife could keep an eye on mama and umntwana. T’Challa spent almost the entire time holding and talking to his daughter, only easily giving her up when it was time for her to eat.

“Challa, can I have my child please?”

“Our child,” he said as he carefully handed her off to her mother.

“I know that, do you?” she said with a look that made the king’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“O-of course, I just-”

“Shhhh, I’m kidding,” she chuckled before her face changed as Siyanda latched on for the second time since she’d been out in the real world.

“Does it hurt?”

“No it’s just...a weird feeling, but it’s good.”

T’Challa climbed in bed next to her and stroked her hair out of her face as she fed their daughter.

“I already want another.”

“Can my entire bottom half heal first, please?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple.

“I can be patient.”

Ashanti shot him another look and he changed his tune.

“When it comes to this, anyway,” he said with a smile.

When the princess was all fed and burped they felt it was finally time to let their loved ones in to see the new addition to the family.

Ramonda, Bisa, and Chidi came in first, each crying tears of joy over their baby’s baby. However, when it came time to hold her, T’Challa’s reaction surprised them all.

“I...I’m sorry, was that a growl?” Ashanti asked her husband, dumbfounded.

“...No.”

“Sounded like one to me,” Chidi said, cautiously stepping back from the bed.

“It’s just the herb in his system making him extra protective. Those panther instincts really kick into gear when you have a child,” Ramonda chimed in.

“Oh so is that why I barely get to touch my own baby?”

Ramonda nodded and reached for the baby, causing yet another deep rumbling in T’Challa’s chest.

“Down, boy,” Ashanti joked as she handed Siyanda to Ramonda and reached for her husband’s hand.

“How are you feeling intyatyambo?” Bisa asked, sitting on the bed next to her daughter.

“I’m tired and everything is sore, but I’m floating in the clouds everytime I look at her.”

“That feeling never goes away,” Ramonda chimed in as she looked down at her granddaughter. “You know, it’s too early to tell for sure, but she has N’Yami’s eyes, just like her baba.”

“That’s what T’Challa said!” she looked over to him as he followed Ramonda’s every movement with his eyes. Ashanti squeezed his hand and he broke his gaze. “Baby, stop. Nobody here is going to harm her.”

He lightly cleared his throat and nodded. Deep down, he knew that to be the case, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Ramonda walked over to Bisa and carefully placed Siyanda in her other grandma’s arms.

“Bast, she’s beautiful,” Chidi stood behind his wife and stared down at his granddaughter, too afraid to touch her out of fear that her father would rip his head off.

“Do you want to hold her?” Bisa asked him.

“That’s probably not such a good idea right now,” Ramonda noticed how T’Challa reacted everytime Chidi got close. T’Chaka had done the same thing. He had been wary of anyone touching Shuri, but other men brought out the predator in him and his territorial nature flared. It calmed down after a while, but it was the worst when she was a newborn. “In fact, I’m not sure if Daka can even come into the room.”

“Why is that?” Ashanti asked.

“Look at how he is with a normal man. We’ve never had two panthers at the same time, so I could be wrong, but I would give it a couple weeks for him to calm down...just in case.”

Ashanti nodded and kissed her husband’s cheek, his eyes still glued to their baby girl.

“I’ll go bring in Shuri and Kwame,” Chidi offered before heading out the door, a little hurt he couldn’t hold his granddaughter.

Ashanti lightly slapped T’Challa’s chest, “You hurt his feelings.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“Try closing your eyes or something.”

“I’d still hear it.”

“Not with my headphones! I’ll be back,” Shuri had barely made it in the room when she ran back out, and when Kwame entered he went straight to his best friend and pulled her in for a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re a mama now! Where is the little bundle of joy?” he looked around before his eyes landed on Bisa rocking her granddaughter in the corner.

“If you want to hold her I’d suggest waiting a couple weeks, baba might attack you,” Chidi complained from the doorway.

“No worries, I don't like holding them when they’re fresh out anyway. Too delicate.”

Just then, Shuri returned with her headphones and T’Challa tentatively placed them on, turning around to look out the window as a distraction, still holding Ashanti’s hand and bouncing his leg from the anxiety of not being able to know what's going on with his baby girl.

“Ok, now try, baby,” Bisa said, handing Siyanda off to her umakhulu.

“She looks just like you did when you were born,” Chidi added, walking closer to Kwame so he could see her cute little face.

“Awwww she really is cute!”

Everyone laughed as Chidi passed Siyanda to her auntie, but it was quickly cut short when everyone noticed the look of complete adoration on the older princess’ face.

“She...she’s beautiful.”

She stared at her little nose and her little round cheeks and swore to herself that she would protect her niece with her life.

There was a light knocking and everyone looked up to see the prince, never really one to follow directions, standing in the doorway.

“Stay there, don’t come in,” Ramonda warned.

“So I don't get to see my baby cousin?” he pouted.

Shuri looked at her brother, still turned towards the window and unaware of what was happening, then to Ashanti and Ramonda. Ashanti nodded and Ramonda let out a deep breath before doing the same. Shuri walked over to N’Jadaka and placed her in his arms after taking one last look at her distracted brother.

“Wow...she’s so tiny.” he played with her little fingers as she looked up at him. T’Challa shifted and they quickly but carefully placed the baby back in Shuri’s arms. N’Jadaka stayed in the doorway as Ashanti reached to take the noise-cancelling headphones off her overprotective husband.

Shuri placed her niece in her baba’s arms and T’Challa’s tension melted away.

“I apologize, I don’t know how to control it yet,” the king said softly while staring at his greatest creation.

“You’ll get there,” Ashanti placed her head on his shoulder and he smiled, kissing her temple.

Just then, Binta and Ramla entered to check on mama and baby so the family left to give them some space. After Ramla made sure everything was safe, she allowed the new little family to return to their quarters to start their new life together.

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Princess Siyanda was a very sensitive and reserved child. As an infant, she only wanted her parents and would cry whenever anyone else held her. It took her a few months to warm up to the rest of the family, but she eventually got there and they were able to step in and help take care of her.

As she grew, she continued to be a shy baby. During her crowning after her first birthday, it was almost impossible to get her to stop crying, seemingly overwhelmed by all the attention. After a few more months, the princess started to come out of her shell a little bit, but she was still very cautious around new people and people she wasn’t fond of.

Siyanda was also a quiet child, and she didn’t speak until she was almost two. Now, at three years old, Princess Siyanda was the chattiest little thing to people she deemed worthy, but still very silent in the presence of those she didn’t like. Like Mala and Ode, for example. Siyanda had been coming to council meetings since she was an infant, sitting in one of her parent’s laps as they ruled the kingdom, and even then she grew anxious when the Merchant and Mining tribe elders approached her. Now she would hide behind whatever family member was closest. It had started to become bothersome to the two elders who felt disrespected by the child’s behavior, which only fueled their already deep disdain for her and her common mother.

Ashanti and T’Challa were head over heels for their temperamental little girl, so when they found out the reason for her actions they were floored that they had missed the signs.

It all started with a headache that just wouldn’t go away.

“Mama? Baba?” came a little voice from outside their door, prompting T’Challa, who was a much lighter sleeper than his wife, to get up and let in his baby girl.

When he opened the door she squinted up at him and looked as though she were seeing him for the first time. She burst into tears as her baba crouched down to scoop her up, but she wiggled out of his arms.

“What is it, sithandwa?”

By this point, Ashanti had made her way over to the doorway and stood behind her husband as he tried to calm their daughter down. Siyanda’s tears subsided for just long enough for her to speak, “My head hurts. You’re too bright.”

“What do you mean bright, baby?” Ashanti crouched down to Siyanda’s level with T’Challa, hoping to stop her baby girl from crying.

“My head hurts, and it woke me up. You’re too bright.”

“Who, baby?”

“Both of you.”

T’Challa and Ashanti looked to each other in confusion before turning back to their daughter.

“Close your eyes, baby girl,” Ashanti said as she reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a hug.

“Now, tell us, how are we too bright?” he rubbed her back in slow circles to calm her down, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“There’s colors around you and-and it hurts my eyes,” the little princess huffed out between sobs.

“Colors?”

“Mhm.”

The two parents were perplexed as they turned to each other with their eyebrows furrowed yet again, both unsure of what they were hearing.

“Why don’t you come to bed with mama? Baba will make you some tea to help you sleep, ok?”

“Ok mama.”

“Keep your eyes closed, baby.”

Ashanti carried Siyanda to the bed while T’Challa disappeared to the kitchen to make a quick cup of tea. The princess kept her eyes closed as her mama sang her favorite lullaby and played in her soft curls that she got from her baba. Slight whimpers left her lips as a dull aching throbbed in her head, but she preferred it to the stabbing pain of the bright colors.

T’Challa returned and he set the tea down to cool before crawling into bed with his two favorite girls. “Tell us what you see, sithandwa.”

She sniffled as Ashanti wiped the tears coming from her eyes and T’Challa held her little hands in his. She tried her best to explain to them the bright purple and yellow light radiating from around them that they couldn’t see, but they just couldn’t wrap their heads around her words.

“How about we go see Umakazi Shuri tomorrow?”

“Ok baba.”

Ashanti helped Siyanda drink the tea with her eyes closed and eventually she drifted off to a fretful sleep, tossing and turning between her parents all night. They desperately needed to talk  about the situation so they texted on their beads so as not to wake their sleeping child up.

A: It sounds like she’s seeing auras.

T: Isn’t she too young for that kind of thing? A: I always thought mutations kicked in at puberty.

T: They normally do.

A: Maybe it’s not a mutation?

T: I don’t know what else it could be.

A: Me either, but I’m worried about her.

T: Me too, Kitten.

They both gazed at their sleeping daughter’s not quite so peaceful form as she slept, neither one of them getting much sleep of their own that night.

The king, queen, and both princesses were missing from breakfast the next day, leaving Ramonda and N’Jadaka to dine alone. Siyanda found that she could open her eyes as long as she didn’t look at anybody, but that proved to be a harder task than she expected so she just kept her eyes closed behind sunglasses the whole way.

As they entered Shuri’s lab, she immediately sensed something was wrong with the usually much more excited princess.

“Yaya! What’s up?” she picked up her favorite niece and spun her around, surprised by the lack of giggles. “Ok something is wrong, talk to me.”

T’Challa cleared his throat, “We think she is seeing auras.”

“She has powers?!”

“Well that’s what we want you to help us find out,” Ashanti added.

“Sure thing, it’ll only take a second,” she set Siyanda down on the table before putting a painless blood collection device over her arm and distracting her while the machine drew her blood.

Shuri connected the device to her computer and the results appeared on the screen. After combing through the data, Shuri felt almost ready to make her declaration.

“I’ll need to run some more tests, if you don’t mind.”

Ashanti grabbed T’Challa’s hand and he looked down at her concerned face.

“Challa, I don’t want her to feel like we’re experimenting on her.”

“She won’t, I promise. I’ll do it with her.”

Ashanti nodded and the four of them spent the whole morning in Shuri’s lab. It turned out that Siyanda could in fact see auras and she had most likely been empathic since she was an infant.

The adults watched her play with fake gauntlets Shuri made just for her as they spoke in hushed tones.

“So that’s why she’s picky about who she lets near her?”

“Looks like it,” Shuri swiped through the screen until she came across a picture of a brain. “You see here? This is my brain.”

Ashanti and T’Challa watched the synapses fire and light up the screen.

“And this is ubhuti’s brain,” She pulled up another projection, this one with even more synapses lighting up the screen. “The heart shaped herb altered his brain so that he could have heightened senses and panther instincts, so that’s why he’s got more going on up there...I’m still smarter.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes as Ashanti grinned at her sister-in-law.

“But this...this is Yaya’s brain.”

All three adults stood in awe as they watched parts of her brain spark in ways they hadn’t ever witnessed before.

“What is that?”

“That’s her visual, emotional, and sensory centers firing off. Now look at this scan from when I had her look at T’Challa.”

“Bast…”

“Is she...this won’t keep hurting her will it? She has a headache and it gets worse when she looks at us, I don't want her to-”

“My love,” he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Sorry, right.” Ashanti took a breath, “Ok so what now?”

“I’m thinking: glasses.”

“Wh...glasses?”

“Yes, if I can filter out at least some of the light it’ll be more manageable for her. She’ll probably grow out of the headaches when her body gets used to her new power.”

“What if she develops more powers? Can you tell ahead of time?” T’Challa asked his little sister.

“Not unless she’s hooked up to machines when it happens.”

“So you for sure found the mutation in her genes?” Ashanti chimed in.

“Yep!” She swiped across the screen and brought up a swirling double helix before typing in a code and pulling up the exact genome. “Here it is, the X-gene.”

Ashanti’s mouth was wide open as she released her husband’s hand and stepped towards the screen, taking it all in. Her mind raced all over the place. She knew these things usually came from the mother, but as far as she knew there were no mutants in her family. She’d have to talk to her parents, and soon.

Despite her confusion and fear for her child’s safety Ashanti couldn't help the slow smile creeping up her face as she turned back to T’Challa.

“Our baby has superpowers!”

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“Umakhulu!”

“There’s my grandbaby!” Chidi swooped Siyanda off the ground as she giggled, but he paused when he noticed something was a little different. “What’s with the goggles?”

“Auntie Shuri made them for me because people were too bright.”

Chidi looked at Ashanti in total confusion and she waved him off.

“Yeah, I’ll get to that in a little bit. Where’s mama?”

“She should be back from closing the restaurant any time now. You know, I’m surprised you have her up this late...is everything ok at home?”

“Yes baba, T’Challa would’ve come but he got called into a meeting with the Avengers.”

“Your baba is such a busy superhero,” Chidi whispered to his granddaughter, making her giggle right as Bisa opened the door, saying hello to the Dora Milaje stationed outside.

“Well hello you two!” Bisa kissed everyone’s forehead and sat down next to her husband just in time for Siyanda to crawl into her lap and make herself comfortable. “Where’s my son in law? Somewhere getting on your nerves?”

Ashanti chuckled, “Not today mama, he’s working. Actually I’m here about Yaya...and her glasses.”

“Yeah, what’s up with these? They make her look so old.”

“They do, but she needs them until Shuri can come up with a better idea,” Ashanti took a breath, “Mama, baba...she’s an empath...a mutant.”

“What’s a mutant, mama?”

Ashanti took in her parents’ shocked faces before looking down to her child.

“A mutant is a person with special gifts.”

“Gifts?”

“Mhm, like how baba and Daka can run really fast.”

Siyanda nodded and went back to playing with Bisa’s bracelets, shaking her out of her daze.

“You said she’s an empath, what does that mean?”

“She can see auras and feel people’s energy. Shuri thinks when she’s older she might be able to feel peoples’ emotions, but we can’t know for sure yet.”

“What colors does she see around us?”

“Yaya?”

The toddler looked up from her grandma’s beaded wrists and her big brown eyes landed on her mother. Ashanti couldn’t help but smile down at her cherubic face. Siyanda was her little twin, she looked and acted just like her mama, right down to wearing her emotions on her face.

“What is it baby?”

“You don’t see the colors?”

“No, that’s your gift, not mine.”

“It’s pretty, mama. You’re yellow and baba is purple. And when you’re together it swirls.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” she turned to her grandparents, “And you’re green and blue mixed together.”

“What do the colors mean, intyatyambo?” Bisa asked, her eyes wide with wonder at her granddaughter's gift from Bast.

Siyanda shrugged, taking in the swirling colors around them with a smile on her face.

“So what are the glasses for exactly?” Chidi asked. Much like his daughter and granddaughter, Chidi wore his emotions on his face and his bewilderment was still very obvious.

“The colors are really bright and they hurt her head, so Shuri figured out how to filter out the light so she can still see them without it hurting. Hopefully she’ll grow out of it.”

“Auntie Shuri said I’m a superhero like baba!” The princess jumped up and started play-fighting with her granddad, who then chased her around the living room and into the backyard.

“Those two,” Bisa chuckled, shaking her head before turning serious. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m ok as long as she’s ok. I’m just confused on where it came from. Does anyone else in our family have powers?”

“Well that depends on who you ask...the women in my family have been gifted for centuries, but it was mostly through dream work and divination, not as empaths. Though I’m not really sure what the difference is between a gift from Bast and a mutation.”

“I don’t think there is one.”

“Me neither.”

The mother and daughter sat in silence for a moment before Siyanda’s screeching laughter rang out as Chidi chased her back into the room. Ashanti scooped her up into her lap when Chidi plopped down on the couch, resting his head on his wife’s shoulder.

“I'm too old for this.”

Siyanda nodded and Chidi’s hurt face sent Ashanti and Bisa into a laughing fit. After they came back down to earth Ashanti felt her stomach growl and invited her parents to come back to the palace for dinner.

The four of them arrived just before everyone else and took their seats as the rest of their small party filed in. All except for the king, that is.

“Where is my son?” Ramonda asked.

“Yeah, where’s baba?”

Ashanti sighed and pushed back from the table, kissing her daughter’s head before sauntering out the room and down the hall towards the business side of the palace. When she reached his office she didn’t even bother knocking before she swung the doors open.

“T’Challa.”

He looked away from the documents on his screen, his tired eyes filling with worry as he took in her tone. She almost never said his whole name, so he knew he was in for it.

“Is something wrong, my love?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s dinnertime. Let’s go,” she turned to usher him out of the room, but he didn’t move.

“Kitten, I have work to do. We spent half the day in Shuri’s lab and then I spent the rest dealing with the Avengers-”

“You have to eat, don’t you?”

“Yes, I was going to have it brought to me.”

Ashanti crossed the room and rolled his chair back from the desk, sitting sideways in his lap.

“Your eyes look tired baby, give them a break from all the screens. Mama and baba are here...Yaya misses you...I miss you,” she pouted.

“I know what you’re doing-”

She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m not doing anything,” she said before kissing his cheek, then his jawline. Her lips trailed to his Adam's apple and back up to his earlobe before whispering in his ear.

“I miss you, Kumkani.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he mocked, making his wife giggle. The king let out a sigh as Ashanti kissed up and down the column of his neck. He had already made up his mind about going to dinner, but he was also very willing to see how far she’d take her seduction.

Ashanti moved in his lap to straddle him and they connected in a passionate liplock, her hips grinding slowly into his. He let her have her fun before he stood and placed her on his desk, reaching his hand up the leg of her flowy printed shorts until he made it to his destination between her thighs. She moaned as his fingers grazed her clit, slowly stroking it through her underwear.

“You come in here and distract me.” He pushed her panties to the side and ran his bare fingers up and down her juicy slit, “All you had to do was say please.”

“Please kumkani,” she begged as he continued to tease her lips and his fingers slowly made their way deep inside her. He held her gaze as he fingered her slowly.

Ashanti wanted more, she needed more.

“Fuck me.”

“What was that? A little louder.”

“Fuck. Me.”

“You are giving orders now?”

“Please baby.”

“That’s better,” he said with a salacious smirk resting lopsided on his chiseled face. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his dick so she could feel how hard he was. “You think I don’t miss you too, my love? I miss your taste-”

He planted a sloppy open-mouthed kiss on her lips.

“-your smell-”

His head nuzzled into her neck and he took a deep breath, letting out a moan as he exhaled.

“-How you feel around my dick when I’m inside you.” He had her pussy hanging out the leg of her shorts, exposed to the elements as he stroked her clit and looked into her eyes as he spoke. The next thing she knew she was filled with her husband. His hips snapped into hers and his hands found their way to her hair, grabbing a handful of her curly faux locs and pulling her head back. He licked and nibbled on her throat as he buried himself in her and all she could see was stars.

It had been about a week since the King and Queen of Wakanda had been able to have any alone time, and they were both at their limit. They were used to going long stretches without any physical contact when he was away on missions, but when they were together they could barely keep their hands off each other. A week was way too long.

Her legs tried to wrap around him, but he was in no mood for that soft and sweet shit. He wanted to tear her to pieces and she wanted him to do it.  

Ashanti’s eyes rolled back in her head and she felt the tension rise inside her as his thumb circled her clit. Her body melted into the desk and she struggled to stay up on her elbows as he leaned over her, teasing her.

“You miss me?”

“Y-yes Kumkani.”

“What do you miss?” He loved teasing her, especially when he knew she could barely speak.

“Mmm fuck. I...I miss your hands on me.”

He slowed his strokes and his large hands made their way up and down her body. His left hand found it’s home at the dip of her hip, gripping her tight. His right hand rested just below her throat as a tease, refusing to squeeze her the way she wanted.

“What else?” he slowly dragged his tip along her g-spot and a shudder went through her body.

“Your lips.”

He trailed kisses on every inch of her body he could reach, ending on her chest. His tongue brushed across each nipple as he french kissed her breasts, pulling each bud into his mouth and nibbling softly as she moaned in his ear. His hips kept a slow and steady pace until he released her from his mouth and dug deep inside her.

“Kumkani!”

“Mhm, what else do you miss?” T’Challa’s hands gripped her hips tight as he leaned over her and pulled her into him to meet each stroke. Her hips grinded up into his until he pushed her legs back further, damn near folding her in half and laying his weight on her as his hips rolled his dick deeper inside her.

“This. I miss this.”

“I bet you do, Kitten,” he chuckled before slowing down his strokes and kissing her softly. “I miss this too.”

Their tongues danced against each other as her body tightened and released around him, coating him in her juices.

“Where do you want it?” He couldn’t hold on any longer and desperately needed this release.

“Right there, baby,” Ashanti cooed as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tight. The tension in his body rose to an alltime high and the vein in his forehead threatened to pop before his body jerked and he stilled inside her.

The two of them laughed as they untangled themselves and came back down to reality.

“You think they know?” Ashanti asked as she straightened his tunic. He twirled her around and was surprised there was no visible wet spot.

“We got lucky this time. You’re going to have to start keeping a change of clothes in here,” he slapped her ass just to watch it jiggle.

“Challa!”

“I’m sorry, let me kiss it-” he grabbed her and started kissing down her neck again as he firmly gripped her ass.

“No, we have to go,” she giggled as she struggled to get out of his grasp. “We can get back to this later.”

“But I want it now, you started it,” he whined and bit into her neck. “Let’s skip dinner.”

“Challa, I invited my parents.”

He visibly deflated and let out a deep sigh. He loved his in-laws, but he would much rather be blowing Ashanti’s back out in their quarters. He released her from his arms with a roll of his eyes and tried his best not to pout as she pulled him out the door, but his sad face was quickly replaced by one of great amusement as he watched his wife limp down the hallway.

Later that night, T’Challa was called to an emergency mission with the Avengers and was gone for a whole month.

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Ashanti had passed her creative genes right on down to her daughter. The little princess loved to draw and regularly surprised her parents with colorful portraits of the people in her life. They loved seeing the world through her eyes and kept every picture, even when the subject was unrecognizable. Their favorite was a picture she drew of the whole family holding hands, each one of them glowing in their different colors. N’Jadaka was red, full of passion and strength, and Shuri’s ambition came through as a vivid orange color. Ramonda was surrounded by a peaceful cloud of light blue and the bold blues and healing greens of Chidi and Bisa’s auras swirled together in perfect harmony. She even drew pictures of her favorite aunts and uncles, capturing how M’Baku’s red aura danced around Shani’s pink glow. The twins were a bright yellow with tinges of purple and blue, Okoye’s aura was the same fiery red she wore as armor, and the blue light emanating around Zina contrasted beautifully with the pink surrounding Jafari.  

Siyanda’s drawings were always so bright and colorful, until one day she surprised her mother with a much darker piece of art.

“Who’s that, baby?” Ashanti asked with concern as she looked over her daughter’s shoulder. She was drawing a dark cloud of putrid greens and browns around a group of blacked-out people.

“I don’t know. I saw it in my dream.”

“Was it a bad dream?”

Siyanda nodded as she continued to focus on her dark masterpiece.

“Tell me about it.”

“I just saw the people.”

“These people?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No, mama, they’re just the people.”

“Did they do something in your dream?”

“They were just there. It was scary.” She reached for the black crayon and scribbled around the perimeter of the peoples’ collective aura, encasing it all in the darkness.

That night, when Ashanti’s beads trilled with T’Challa’s special tone she quickly pressed her communication bead, prompting her husband’s figure to rest in the palm of her hand.

“Something’s wrong,” she said before he could even speak.

“What is it?”

“It’s Yaya...she drew this.”

Ashanti held up the wild crayon drawing and T’Challa’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

“I don’t know, she just kept calling them ‘the people’. She saw it in her dream, Challa.”

“Her dream?”

Ashanti nodded, “I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

“And she never uses dark colors like that, not even for an outline...what happened in her dream?”

“Nothing. She just saw this...she said it was scary.”

T’Challa was quiet for a while, wheels turning in his head.

“And these ‘people’ aren’t anyone she knows?”

“Nope. I’m worried about her, what if this is some sort of premonition? I told you what mama said about the women in our family.”

“Kitten, if it’s a premonition I think we should all be worried. It doesn’t look good.”

“No it doesn’t...when are you coming home?”

“I’m cutting it short, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Don’t they need you?”

“Probably, but I am needed even more elsewhere.”

The next morning, a very sleepy Siyanda waited for her baba on the tarmac with her family. Shuri held her on her hip as she rested her head on her shoulder, but the second the Talon came into view she perked right up and jumped down from her auntie’s arms. She tried to take off towards the ship, but Ashanti grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere.

“Not yet, baby. Wait until the doors open.”

“Ok mama.”

Her little leg bounced in anticipation and the second the doors opened and Ashanti gave her a nod, she took off towards the ship, running almost as fast as her Baba, when she noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Daka!” She tackled her big cousin and he “fell” to the ground.

“You’re getting strong, Punkin!”

She giggled as he tickled her until a throat clearing stopped them both.

“No love for me?”

She sprung from the ground and into T’Challa’s arms, leaving a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“I missed you, baba!”

“Not as much as you missed him,” he pretended to be upset.

“It’s been longer since I saw Daka, baba.”

“It’s ok to say you missed me more. Don’t let him pressure you,” N’Jadaka said with a wink.

Siyanda giggled as the three of them disembarked the Talon and the returning Udakus were greeted by their family.

After a month apart, T’Challa and Ashanti were relieved to be back in each other’s arms. They held each other for a moment before going in for a kiss. They tried their best to keep their hands to themselves, but their kiss turned heated until Ramonda cleared her throat and Ashanti  looked up to see Shuri shielding Siyanda’s eyes.

“Sorry, it’s been a while,” Ashanti hid her face while her husband laughed and pulled her in for another kiss.

“Eewwwwww,” the littlest princess was disgusted by her parents’ display, prompting Shuri and N’Jadaka to join her in her protests.

“Yeah, ewwww.”

“Mmhm, y’all nasty.”

“Alright, alright, damn. I can’t love on my husband?”

Siyanda shook her head.

“And why not?”

“Because it’s gross!”

T’Challa chuckled and scooped her up, placing her on his shoulders as they walked back into the palace. “You just keep thinking that for the next twenty years.”

“Make it thirty,” N’Jadaka chimed in from behind them.

“How about forty? Fifty, just to be safe?”

“Sounds good to me, man.”

“Stop it, you two,” Ramonda slapped the back of her nephew’s head at the same time her son received a deadly glare from his wife.

“Ow, ok. Twenty it is.” N’Jadaka laughed as he dodged his auntie’s hand, sending a wink to his big cousin who was trying very hard to not look down at Ashanti.

“So, what have I missed, little one?” T’Challa asked his daughter.

“I rode a rhino!”

“You did?!”

“Mhm. Mama almost didn’t let me, but Auntie Okoye talked her into it.”

“Well thank Bast for Auntie Okoye,” he sent his friend and protector a smile.

“Anything for our princess,” Okoye said, trying to keep a straight face since she was on duty.

“Anything?” Siyanda’s eyes were filled with wonder as her mind raced through the possibilities.

“Anything within reason,” Ashanti interjected before she got too carried away, booping her on her nose as they continued down the hallway to the living quarters.

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“Your highnesses, there is a rebel faction within our borders,” explained T’San, the River tribe elder. He had asked for a private audience with the king and queen to discuss sensitive matters, and they were intrigued when he said it was something he didn’t want to announce in front of the council.

“What proof do you have?”

T’San nodded to the guards stationed at the door and they opened it to reveal two River tribe warriors with a very angry looking woman between them.

“Let me go!” she struggled to get out of their grasp, but they held tight as they walked her into the throne room.

“Thetha,” Ashanti ordered. The woman stared at her in contempt and remained silent.

“Your queen commanded you to speak. Now speak.”

“She is not my queen,” the woman spat, eyes narrowing at Ashanti, who shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She could almost feel T’Challa’s blood pressure rising.

“She is and you will respect her. Ungubani?”

The woman remained silent until the River tribe warriors squeezed her arm tighter.

“Ouch! Ok, damn. My name is Iniko, your highnesses,” she said sarcastically as she gave them a weak Wakandan salute.

“Enough of your disrespect-”

“T’San, thank you,” T’Challa cut him off, standing and slowly walking towards Iniko. “Tell me, what is it you want?”

“We want a real queen, not some common whore.”

“That is enough! Take her to the holding cells, I will deal with her later.”

The palace guards collected her from the warriors and she thrashed in their arms as they led her out of the room.

“You’ll never stop The People!”

Ashanti and T’Challa made eye contact right as the doors closed. He made his way back to his throne and sat down, taking the queen’s hand in his.

“My sincerest apologies, my queen, my king.”

“Thank you T’San. How many more are there?” Ashanti asked, still a little shaken up from what she just heard.

“She is the only one we have found so far, my queen. My warriors are questioning her friends and family as we speak”

“Good. Keep us updated on what you find, and T’San?”

“Yes, my king?”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to other council members, I will address it in our meeting.”

The elder bowed his head in understanding.

“Anything else, T’San?”

“No, my queen, that is all.”

“Well, the king and I would like to thank you for your service to Wakanda.”

“It is my honor,” he saluted them and left with his warriors in tow.

As soon as the doors closed behind him Ashanti hopped up from the throne.

“She saw them in her dream, Challa.”

“I know…”

“This isn’t good.”

“I know…” He was in a daze. Not only was there a rebel faction out to get his wife, but his daughter was certainly having premonitions.

“Yaya has another power.”

“I know…”

Ashanti turned to look at him slumped down in the throne with his head resting on his hands. She went and sat across his lap, burying her face in his neck. They stayed like that for a few minutes before T’Challa shifted to check the time.

“It’s time to make our rounds, love.”

Ashanti sighed and got up, shuffling towards the door with her husband on her heels. They made their way to Ramonda’s vegetable garden to find her and the littlest princess digging around in the dirt, harvesting yams. Siyanda looked up and excitedly ran to her parents.

“Can we go see the rhinos now?”

“In a little bit,” Ashanti chuckled. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

“Mama, these look delicious.”

“They do,” she said proudly. “We’ll find out for sure at dinner.”

“I’m already hungry, let’s go before I bite into one of these things raw.” Ashanti said just before her stomach growled. “Zana Cafe for lunch?”

“Yes!” Siyanda was always excited to see her grandparents.

“We had better get going. See you later, mama,” he kissed her cheek.

“Don’t be late for dinner, I can’t promise N’Jadaka won’t eat all the yams again.”

“Oh we’ll be there, and tell him I’m not above fighting him over food,” Ashanti said with a serious look on her face as they walked away. Ramonda chuckled and went right back to tending to her garden.

T’Challa always loved making the rounds to the different tribes, but this time he was on high alert, as were the Dora Milaje that guarded the family of three. Siyanda had inherited her baba’s love of interacting with the tribes, and while her parents took care of the business side of things, she got to play with kids all over Wakanda. They’d swim in the river, play hide and seek, ride rhinos, and sled down bunny slopes. Naturally, she liked visiting the Jabari and Merchant tribes the best because she got to see some of her favorite people in the world.

Siyanda loved her big cousin M’Bari and followed the nine year old everywhere, but she really loved her uncle M’Baku. He always joked that she was his second child, even as his actual second child was still baking in the oven. It didn’t help that “Siyanda” was his suggestion.

“You know, I am the one that named you,” he told the little princess as she threw a snowball at him before hiding behind M’Bari.

“Really?”

“Yes, your parents could not figure out what to call you, but your Umalume M’Baku knew.”

Shani and T’Challa rolled their eyes as Ashanti chuckled.

“He brings that up at least twice a week,” Shani deadpanned as they watched M’Bari show Siyanda how to make the perfect snowball.

Getting Siyanda to leave Jabari land was like pulling teeth. She loved it up there and if Shani and M’Baku had anything to say about it, she could stay as long as she wanted to, but the royal family still had to visit Ashanti’s tribe. They said their goodbyes and Siyanda pouted most of the way down the mountain until T’Challa leaned in and started tickling her, making her frown go away.

They walked through the bazaar hand in hand, with Siyanda in the middle between her two parents. They spoke to passersby as they made their way to the center of all the hustle and bustle. Before settling in at the Cafe, Ashanti decided to stop by Taj’s, which was now completely run by Zina and Jafari.

“My queen!” Zina shouted when she saw Ashanti, almost knocking her over in a hug. Jafari poked his head out the back and smiled at the scene.

“Your majesty,” he bowed sarcastically, making Ashanti roll her eyes and pull him in for a hug.

“Stop that.”

“Where’s the rest of the family?” Zina asked, looking behind her for the princess.

“Across the way, stuffing their faces. Come eat with us.”

The three of them closed the shop down and joined the Mostafa-Udaku clan for lunch. Chidi and Bisa were already seated on either side of Siyanda and Ashanti took her place between her mama and husband, across the table from her friends and former employees. The seven of them chatted for what felt like hours before the princess let out a yawn.

“Nap time?” Bisa asked the king and queen.

“A little bit past it, actually. We should go before she starts getting cranky,” T’Challa responded, already standing from his seat.

The royal family said their goodbyes and returned to the palace so Siyanda could take her midday nap. While she slept, her parents figured they could get into some grown-up fun, but just as things were heating up both of their beads trilled.

Iniko was dead.

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Another week passed with no leads on Iniko’s death or on The People. T’Challa spent almost every waking hour pouring over evidence that led to a brick wall every time. He decided to call in the only reinforcements he knew he could trust, and as usual they answered.

Steve, Bucky, and Nakia appeared as holograms in the middle of the room as T’Challa explained the situation to them. N’Jadaka leaned against the door and M’Baku took up most of the couch, both listening intently as the king spoke.

“All my leads are coming up short, so I’m opening the floor to suggestions.”

“I could always go undercover. It won’t be hard for people to believe I turned my back on you,” N’Jadaka suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Ashanti chimed in from T’Challa’s desk chair. He nodded slowly, wheels turning in his head.

“Let’s keep that in our pocket for now. Convincing Wakandans to accept you took too much time, I don’t want to impede that progress.”

“I will see what I can get from my contacts,” said Nakia, already typing away.

“What is it they want again?” Bucky asked.

“This ‘common whore’ off the throne.”

T’Challa bristled as she said the words again and everyone grew silent.

“Do they have a replacement already in mind?”

“We don’t know, we don’t even know how they communicate, where they meet, who’s in charge...nothing. Yet,” Ashanti tried to remain hopeful.

T’Challa let out a sigh and leaned back onto his desk.

“Maybe it’s time to let the council know-”

“The only one I trust other than M’Baku is T’San. He’s the only one of them who respected her before her title.”

“That’s good though,” Steve chimed in, making everybody turn to him, confusion written on their faces. “You already know some of them are untrustworthy, so pluck 'em one by one and see who squeals. One of them is bound to know something.”

“How did ole girl die, again?” The prince asked for clarification.

“Cyanide.”

“Damn, that’s too easy to get your hands on. Did Lil Bit track where it came from?”

“Ground up apple seeds.”

“Ok so we know they’re DIY-ing it, which means they probably don’t have the resources to do anything big yet. I’d say go with Blue Eyes’ plan for now.”

“You, Ashanti, and I will head the interrogations. The rest of you, keep your eyes and ears open.”

The three holograms disappeared and a hush fell over the room.

“Challa, I don’t think I should be there when you question the council members.”

“You won’t be, but I want you to come in towards the end so I can gauge their reactions to you,” he ran his hand over his face and sat down in the chair across the desk from his.

“You look tired...you both do,” M’Baku pointed out.

The king and queen looked at each other and took in their appearances. They both had bags under their eyes.

“Yes, well, it’s been a long few days.”

“Why don’t y’all take the rest of the day off? Dr. Jekyll and I can handle the kingdom. I’ll even take Punkin for the night, I know y’all need some alone time.”

“Is the word not ‘pumpkin’?” M’Baku asked, genuinely confused.

“Not if you’re Black. Anyway, what do y’all say?”

“Shuri won’t like that you volunteered her to run the kingdom…”

“Then I’ll run it and she can take Punkin, doesn’t matter to me.”

T’Challa thought it over before he noticed the hopeful look on his wife’s face.

“Ok, we’ll take the day, but you have to tell Shuri.”

“Damn, aight I got it. Y’all go take a nap or some shit.”

And that’s exactly what they did. A couple hours later they woke up and ordered dinner to be brought to them. They lazed around in the nude, watching movies, stuffing their faces, and just enjoying their time together not having to act as king and queen but simply T’Challa and Ashanti. They laid in the bed with his head resting on her stomach as his fingers lightly traced invisible symbols into her skin.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“Challa, I know when you’re lying. You’re not good at it.”

He chuckled and sat up before sighing.

“I’m thinking about The People-”

“No work!”

“I know, my brain just won’t stop going there.”

Ashanti brought him back down to her and played with his hair as he spoke.

“I’m just worried about how you’re holding up in all this.”

She took a moment to collect her thoughts.

“I can’t say it’s easy to hear that people want me dead-”

“They never said-”

“Challa, we know...they don’t have to say it. I’m just worried about where Yaya fits into all this.”

“Her premonition?”

“Yes and no. I’m more so worried about what their plan is for her. Is she in danger too or just me? I can handle being a target again, but my baby?” Ashanti fought tears as she thought the worst. She unknowingly fiddled with her pinky and T’Challa pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

He hadn’t even considered that his little girl might be in danger, too. Just as he started to spiral down that rabbit hole he felt Ashanti move to the side of the bed and stand up.

“Come on, get up.”

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere. We need to get our heads right.”

Ashanti went over to the balcony and sparked up one of the pre-rolls they had ordered from Amare, the royal grower. T’Challa came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin in the crook of her neck as she held the blunt to his lips. He turned her face to his and shotgunned the smoke into her mouth before taking a hit of his own.

“More Snow Goddess OG?” He took another hit of his favorite strain before passing it back to Ashanti.

“Mmmhm, Amare must want a little prince running around here.”

“Or another princess,” T’Challa smiled just thinking about it.

“Don’t get too excited-”

“Too late,” he said as he kissed her neck.

“I mean about another baby, Challa,” she giggled.

“I know, and I mean this.” His hips thrust forward and she could feel his thickness between her cheeks.

“Oh well in that case, please do continue.”

He pulled away and she felt the chill of the night air on her back. The queen took another hit before ashing the blunt and following her husband back inside.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Stay here,” the smile on his face intrigued Ashanti. She hadn’t seen him look that giddy in a while.

When he came back she was very confused to see he was empty handed.

“Where is it?”

He pointed to the panther necklace that he definitely wasn't wearing before, eyebrows bouncing mischievously. Before she could say anything he called the suit on.

“Ok...I’ve seen the suit before baby.”

His smile grew as the suit retracted from his body, but stopped at his waist. Ashanti watched in awe as the suit partially covered and uncovered him. His hands were exposed while his torso was covered, then the nanites fused into his mask as the rest of the suit retracted into the necklace.

Ashanti reached out to feel the fibers and sure enough, it was the same as his old suit, just a little more...flexible.

“Shuri finally did it,” she said in awe.

“Mhm, and it took me forever to convince her. Of course, I didn’t tell her why.”

She had wanted to fuck him in the suit ever since she first saw it on him in Shuri’s lab all those years ago, and now her dream was finally coming true. Ashanti was about to fuck the Black Panther.  

“Put it back on.”

“You don’t give the orders here.”

A shiver travelled down Ashanti’s spine as he circled her.

“So tell me,” he whispered in her ear as his fingertips lightly ghosted along her hips and down to her thighs before turning her around to face him and grabbing two handfulls of her ass. “How do you want it?”

“Push me to my limit,” she whispered and a deep rumbling chuckle erupted from T’Challa’s chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

The chuckling was soon replaced with a growl as he pushed her up against the wall.

“Say that shit again.”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

He attacked her lips and his tongue slithered into her mouth as his hands pressed her hips into the wall behind her.

“That’s how you’ll address me tonight, understand?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

“Mmm...you remember the safeword?”

“Papaya.”

“Good girl,” he grabbed her by her jaw and made her look at him. “You sure you want to be pushed to your limit?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

He licked his lips and looked down at her as he called his suit on all the way, leaving his face visible.

“Hey Kim, play ‘Kitten’ playlist,” he called out to the AI and a shiver went down Ashanti’s spine.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart

Once I start, I can't stop it, and now we are prey

“I’m not stopping unless you say ‘papaya’. You can say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ all you want, it won’t work. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Black Panther,” Ashanti shivered as she spoke. She could feel the wetness pooling between her lower lips. He had always been dominant, but now he felt downright dangerous and that excited her.

“Go get my kit.”

Ashanti’s eyes lit up and she damn near ran to their closet. She found the small suitcase and rolled it out to the bedroom. T’Challa was seated at the edge of the bed with his suit completely on, face covered and all. She laid the suitcase on the chair and unzipped it, splaying it open.

I wanna dive in you tonight

Wouldn't that be special? (special)

'Cause you're so fucking special (special)

And that pussy ain't a rental (no)

I wanna get you so high (high)

'Til you feel it in your mental (mental)

Do you feel me in your mental? (mental)

I'm fucking drilling in your dead soul (woah oh)

“Did I say open it?”

He was behind her in the blink of an eye, but she never even heard him move. His hand wrapped around her throat and she shuddered.

“No.”

“No, who?!” he squeezed the sides tighter, putting pressure on her pulse.

“No, Kum- Black Panther.”

“I’m glad you caught yourself, you’re still a good little slut,” he held her face still with one hand as the fingers on his other hand slapped her cheek. “Vula”

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, prompting him to remove the suit from his hand and stick his fingers down her throat.

“You better not fucking gag...good girl,” his helmet disappeared as he dangled his tongue from his mouth and let his spit drop into hers. “Swallow.”

She did as instructed and a sinister smile took over his face.

I lost my mind, yeah

So I made yours mine, yeah

Two souls and a dance with the de-

Only one comin' alive

“Get my favorite toys out,” he instructed and she hopped to it, pulling out her remote control buttplug and her clitoral and g-spot stimulator.

“Put them in, slowly.”

She reached for lube and put a generous amount on the plug before working it inside her. Once she was full of it, she then slid her other vibrator in and made sure it was situated on top of her clit.

“Good girl. Now stay just like that.”

She squirmed from the feeling of being filled in both holes as he dug through the suitcase, pulling out a blindfold. He stopped for a moment to press his beads and she released a moan as her buttplug started vibrating, followed shortly by the internal portion of her vibrator in her pussy.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Black Panther, but I-I want to be able to see you. Please don’t blindfold me.”

“Only because you said please,” he gave her a peck on the lips as he turned the vibrators up to the next level, making her moan even louder. “Bast, I love that sound. Come here.” He picked her up and placed her in the swing that had come down from its discreet hiding place in the ceiling, strapping her in and tying her wrists to the bar at the top before turning on the clit stimulator.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart

Once I start, I can't stop it, and now we are prey

Ashanti convulsed as an orgasm washed over her and she squirted all over the floor. He laughed at her as she came back down to earth and he continued to take her there over and over until she was a blubbering mess. Eventually he took pity on her and his suit covered his face again and uncovered his lower half. He ran his fingers along her pussy and removed her vibrator before stroking his already hard dick with her wetness and plunging deep inside her.

Go until you see the light

(Yeah)

Baby, do you see the light?

(That's right)

She stared into his eyes through the mask and struggled against her restraints as he took her there, suspended in the air and at the complete mercy of the Black Panther.  

Call the coroner tonight (tonight)

Blacked-out girl, it's a funeral (funeral)

She was dead on arrival (arrival)

Heart crossed, hand on the Bible (alright)

Ashanti  cried, she screamed, she begged him to stop, but not once did she want to use that safeword. In all the time they had been together she had never seen him so unhinged. If the bite marks up and down her body were any indication, he seemed to enjoy being so rough with her. They both looked forward to seeing her bruised skin in the morning and wondered how long it would take for the teeth indents to go away.

The one thing T’Challa didn’t expect from her was her excitement at seeing the razor sharp claws extend from his fingertips. They had engaged in knifeplay before, but it was more so his kink than hers. However, the sight of those claws flipped a switch in her, and he could tell.

'Cause I lost my mind, yeah

So I made yours mine, yeah

Two souls and a dance with the de-

And only one comin' out alive

“Tell me what you want, I see you staring.”

“I want you to cut me.”

He double checked that the first aid kit was in his suitcase before his thumb sliced a very shallow incision right down the middle of her thigh. He removed his mask and his tongue came out to lick away her blood, making Ashanti moan out with pleasure. She hadn’t expected that.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

(Call the coroner tonight)

Blood on the carpet (it's a funeral tonight)

It came from my heart (my condolences tonight)

Once I start, I can't stop it (go until you see the light)

And now we are prey

When he kissed up her body and finally made it to her lips their tongues lapped at each other and she tasted the copper of her blood. It turned her on even more just thinking about it, her bloodthirsty apex predator.

He called the suit back into the necklace and undid her restraints, kissing the marks on her wrists.

“How do you feel?”

“Really good,” she smiled drunkenly. He wrapped her arms around his neck and removed her legs from the straps, wrapping them around his waist and walking to the bed. He placed her down in the center and grabbed the first aid kit.

“Challa, I’ve had paper cuts deeper than this, you don’t have to do all that,” she chuckled.

“Please, for my peace of mind.”

Ashanti sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, but placed her leg across his lap and allowed him to tend to her wound anyway. “‘Only because you said please.’”

T’Challa laughed as he cleaned her cut, “You think you’re cute, huh? Even after all that?”

“Yes, Black Panther,” she giggled out as he tickled her other thigh. “We should do that more often.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. Even that little surprise at the end,” she gestured to her leg. “Bast, I love how nasty you are.”

“And I love how you’re such a good little slut for me, Kitten.”

Ashanti bit her lip and leaned in for a kiss, but they were interrupted by a banging on the door.

“AYE, GET UP!” N’Jadaka yelled, almost busting down the door. T’Challa’s suit immediately came on as he ran to the door and swung it open.

“Wh-”

“We gotta go, NOW!”

T’Challa and N’Jadaka took off running and Ashanti just sat on the bed, confused and concerned. She only sort of heard the beginning of N’Jadaka’s sentence as they ran out the room. Someone was being held hostage, but she didn’t hear who. She got up and ran the bath that T’Challa was no doubt planning to run for her before their night got interrupted by business. She soaked in the water for a while before she heard T’Challa’s tone coming from her kimoyo beads.

“Take care of it already?” She asked before looking up at the hologram to see the unthinkable. There was her baby girl with a blaster pointed right at her temple with tears in her eyes. Her lip quivered as she stared at the man with the slimy black tendrils surrounding him, his aura unlike any she’d ever seen.

“Hello, my queen,” seethed an unrecognizable voice behind the camera. “You have ten minutes to get here before I pull this trigger...or maybe they’ll pull one of theirs.” He panned the beads around the lab and she saw Shuri, N’Jadaka, and T’Challa with masked people standing behind them holding blasters to each of their heads.

“Please...please don’t hurt them, I-I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“Nine minutes,” they teased before ending the call.

Ashanti threw on whatever clothes she could get to quickest and ran out the door towards the lab. There was no way she’d make it in nine minutes on foot, so she alerted her Dora detail before hopping on T’Challa’s hoverbike and taking off as quickly as she could towards Shuri’s lab, praying to Bast she would make it in time.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @maddeningmayhem, @theblulife, @ljstraightnochaser, @determinednot2fall, @dersha89

[smol-and-grumpy]

Light My Fire - CH08

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Fluff, maybe a tiny sprinkle of angst

WC: 2649

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons​​​​​​ <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST 

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

The next morning, Y/N walks out of her room, dressed and ready to go to work at precisely 7.30am. She figured that she doesn’t have to get up as early as she did, because she basically lives a ten minutes walk away from the office. She’s early enough to be at the office at 8.00am and there’s still plenty of time to get a coffee into her system first. 

Opening the door of her bedroom, she catches a whiff of Dean’s cologne and takes a deep breath. She doesn’t know why, but she loves it. There aren’t a lot of men’s cologne that she likes. The boys in the office don’t smell that good and Donatello’s cologne always makes her gag. That’s why she isn’t going near him if she can avoid it. She always likes Dean’s, though.

Rounding the corner into the living space she’s surprised to see Dean standing by the kitchen island. He’s usually already in the office at this time of the morning. 

There’s a newspaper spread in front of him and he takes another sip of his coffee with a frown. When he notices her, he looks up, the frown evens out and there’s even a little smile decorating his face. She can probably count herself lucky that he’s in a good mood this morning, “Hey,”

“Why are you still here?” It’s her turn to frown because she did not expect him.

She walks over to the machine and Dean opens his mouth to speak but she pushes the button and the machine gurgles loudly. He has to chuckle and he takes another sip of his coffee, waits until the machine stops being so loud. 

When her coffee’s ready, Dean speaks, “Thought we could go in together. We’re married, remember?”

Cocking an eyebrow she looks at him, “I do, but you’re still the CEO and you have a job to do.”

“Eh,” Dean shrugs, “There’s nothing I can’t do with my phone.” He waves his phone to emphasize it. “How are you feeling?”

She drinks half her coffee in one go because she doesn’t want to keep Dean here longer than he has to be. Wants to get going, because she knows how important it is for him to be on time which is before all his other employees start. She holds her mouth when she burns her tongue, “Ow,”. Definitely shouldn’t have drank it that fast.

“What?” He frowns. 

“I just—” She pauses to trail her tongue along in her mouth, “Burned my tongue because I drank too fast.” 

Dean has to chuckle, “You really don’t have to hurry,”

Y/N frowns at him some more, “Duh, I do? You’re waiting for me and I don’t want you to be late.”

“Jesus,” Dean walks over to her, comes to stand a mere inch away and cups her chin between his fingers, tilting her head up to look at him, “I really don’t mind, okay?”

She nods and Dean smiles, the crinkles around his eyes showing. 

His hands go to the back of her neck, thumb stroking along her jawline. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Uh-huh,” She says, her tongue still feels rough inside of her mouth and she doesn’t feel like talking. 

Dean grins, “Where?”

She points her index finger to her mouth and Dean grins some more, leans down, presses his soft lips on hers. 

There’s fluttering in her stomach. Why does it flutter? What the fuck is he doing to her?

“Better?” He asks but he doesn’t move away, his lips still ghosts over hers, his coffee breath mingling with her own. 

“Tongue,” She manages to say without opening her mouth too much but she leaves her lips parted a little.

“Show me,” Dean demands, and watches her open her mouth. She sticks out her burned tongue. 

He inspects it at first but then he moves closer, his lips seals around her tongue as he sucks it in. She can’t lie about it. It really does feel good. Dean’s tongue and mouth is smooth against her burned one. 

It feels good but it’s also very bad because now she can’t quite get enough of it and Dean seems to have the same problem because his hands are on her ass and he goes further down, grabs her thighs and lifts her up to sit on the kitchen island. He slots himself between her thighs, kisses her rough and hard, bites down on her bottom lip, making her yelp, and she can hear him chuckle against her mouth. 

“We should go,” She breathes against his lips, feels a little more than out of breath. 

Dean grins, pecks her lips twice more before he takes a step back to look at her, “You look as if you just kissed your boss,”

She swats at his chest, “Seriously, we should get going.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees, helps her down onto her feet before he takes his jacket and puts it on, “Gabe’s already waiting.”

Y/N frowns at him, “You drive to work?”

He looks at her dumbfounded, “Yeah?”

“Dean, you literally only need to walk two blocks.”

“Wait, does that mean that you wanna walk?”

“Duh,” She grabs her bag and walks to the door, “I mean, you can let Gabe drive you but I’m going to walk. It’s such a beautiful day out.”

Dean’s already on his phone before she can even finish her sentence, “Yeah, Gabe. We’re going to take a walk. I’ll call you when I need you.” He follows her out and locks the door behind him, “Are you happy now?”

She stops in front of the elevator and turns to smile at him, “Yeah.”

*

Dean takes her hand when they step out of his apartment building. She knows it’s for show but it feels real. And it feels good. 

“You know,” Dean tilts his head down to look at her, “I’ve never walked to the office,” He pauses to think, “No, actually, that’s not true. I ran yesterday when I thought that you were leaving. And then I ran back.” 

Yeah, she remembers that. She was so mad at him yesterday and he walked right out of a fucking meeting to stop her from leaving.

“You should do it more often. It’s really a nice stroll. I wish I could live close to the office so I wouldn’t have to be stuck in traffic.”

They start to talk on the way and they walk slower past the coffee shop close to his company. That’s the place she used to work before Dean offered her the job. She wonders if he remembers it too. 

*

They arrive on the office floor together with her hand in Dean’s. In fact, he never let go off her the whole way here. Some people are staring and it makes her feel a little uncomfortable. 

When they arrive at her desk, Ruby’s already grinning at her and Dean. Her grin is wide, bright. Y/N frowns at her friend who’s grin just got even brighter.

“So, have a great start,” Dean says and she feels awkward going back to what they were before the whole friends with benefits thing. To what they were before she agreed to be his fake fucking wife. 

“Thanks, do you need me to do something urgent today?” Y/N hears Ruby giggling and turns to her friend, “You, shush!”

She looks back at Dean and sees him holding back his laugh as well. 

“Oh my god, you guys are unbelievable!” She rolls her eyes and Dean pulls her close by her waist, kisses her cheek and her face literally lights up. What is he thinking? Everyone can see!

“I want you to go over my schedule. Cancel whatever I have at lunch. Was thinking we can go get lunch together.”

“Okay,” She nods, and adds, “sir.” 

Dean’s eyes widen and he has to clear his throat upon hearing her address him formally again, “Right. And oh, get me coffee, please? I miss your coffees.”

He turns to Ruby, “No, offense,”

“None taken,” Ruby shrugs it off.

“Sure thing,” She turns around to sit but Dean stops her, his grip tight on her waist. He pulls her against him with force and plants a kiss square on her lips. She turns to putty in his arms and she can hear someone gasping from a distance. She thinks she can hear Ruby whimpering, too. She can’t be sure because, she’s lost in Dean’s kiss again and it drowns out all the other noises around her.

“Good,” Dean whispers when he parts, pecks her wet lips once more before he steps away and lets her sit down. He clears his throat before he walks to his office, “I’ll be in my office.”

When Dean closes the door to his office, Ruby’s on her case right away.

“What the fucking fuck is going on? Oh my god, you gotta tell me! Are you two doing what I think you’re doing?” There’s a smirk on her friends face and she even wriggles with her eyebrows.

“Shhhh!” She hisses at Ruby because she’s so fucking loud, “I’m his wife remember? Of course we do—” She gestures widely with her hands, “—things!”

Ruby snorts out a laugh, “That’s why he was in such a good mood yesterday! Although he nearly fired me.”

Y/N starts her computer and types in her password, “Yeah, what was that all about? He told me that he almost fired you.”

“It was really a stupid thing. He apologized, though. So it’s okay.”

“Aaaand you don’t wanna tell me why because…” She raises her eyebrow at Ruby.

“Your brother called and Mr. Winchester got mad because I didn’t interrupt him and put Jack straight through to him.”

“What?!” Y/N’s mouth stands agape.

“Yeah,” Ruby sighs, “Like we both know how he is when he gets interrupted when he’s in a meeting.”

That’s true. Ruby’s not wrong. Dean absolutely hates when someone interrupts him when he’s in a meeting because that would divert his attention and it’s hard for him to clear his head again to focus on the matter at hand. That’s why she was also baffled that he left a meeting just to make sure that she won’t leave. 

“So, tell me,” Ruby grins up from her screen, “Does he have a stick up his ass?”

*

The first day back at work was okay. She has spent her breaks with Ruby and filled her in on everything Ruby wanted to know. Maybe not really everything though, because there are things she likes to keep to herself. Like that they already had sex and that Dean ate her out, and that they decided to be friends with benefits. 

Dean took her out for lunch and they went to grab a burger around the corner. The people warmed up to the idea that she’s his wife too. At least she hasn’t heard anyone saying bad things about her, not even behind her back, and if they do, she is sure that once Ruby got wind of it, Ruby will give them an earful. 

Y/N’s on her way home after a long and stressful day. Turns out that she was more needed than she first thought she would be. She’s walking home alone this time, because Dean went straight to a meeting he has with Sam about the marriage thing before Sam would meet with Amara, and she’s not needed. Even though Dean asked if she wanted to join, she really didn’t want to intrude.

Instead, she’s going to go out with Ruby tonight. Apparently, Ruby’s favorite bar is holding a karaoke night. 

Come with me, Ruby said. It’d be fun, Ruby said. And that’s why she’s on her way to change and then she’ll meet Ruby. She’s still allowed to do that, right? She’s allowed to go out and enjoy herself. Sam just said that she isn’t allowed to flirt or date or have sex. Things which she’s doing but basically with her fake husband who’s also her boss.

How did her life get so complicated?

*

Y/N turns up at the bar and she sees Ruby sitting at one of the little tables. Right in front of her is a mic stand and there’s a big monitor. Someone’s already singing too, some strange interpretation of Staying Alive.

Ruby waves at her when she sees her. 

“Oh my god, Ruby, seriously? Karaoke?” Y/N wrinkles her nose at her friend and Ruby just shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. 

“Drink some, it’ll be funnier if you do!” Ruby shouts out above the music.

It seems to be a good idea, so Y/N orders herself a gin. 

After about her third gin, she can see that Ruby’s right. It really is much more fun if you’re tipsy. She’s still not drunk enough to go and sing herself, though. But she bets that she can talk Ruby into singing. 

The people who go up to sing are either drunk or — no, they are definitely all drunk. Some more than others. It’s funny, really. She likes the atmosphere and she thinks that it’s probably not going to be the last time that she’s going to come here. 

Her phone lights up when someone finishes their own version of I Will Always Love You, and she takes a look at her screen to see that it’s Dean.

He had called her too, apparently, because she has two missed calls from him. She was so lost in having a good time that she didn’t even feel her phone vibrating and it’s just pure luck that she sees it now.

 D: What are you up to?

Y/N: I’m at a bar with Ruby. You?

D: Meeting just finished. What bar?

Y/N: 7th street. O’Malleys. They are having a karaoke night.

D: Oh no, you need to be drunk for these kinds of things. Are you drunk?

Y/N: Not yet.

D: Good, I'll be coming with Sam.

Y/N: You really wanna come and listen to other people singing?

D: Hey, a bar is a bar

 She laughs to herself and sees Ruby raising an eyebrow at her, “Dean said he’ll be coming too and he brings Sam.”

“Oh my god, Sam is coming? Shit,” Ruby threads her fingers through her hair, tucks strands behind her ear and rights her cleavage, “How do I look?”

“You look absolutely stunning,” Y/N says, she’s already feeling light headed, “All the women want to be like you and all the men want to be with you.” There’s a cheeky grin on her face as she eyes Ruby who’s frowning a little.

“Ha-ha, shut up.” Ruby hisses grumpily, “I really like Sam. You think he’s still single? Is he looking for something? I don’t even mind a one night stand, I just wanna feel his cock inside of me.”

“Oh my god, Ruby!”

The other woman shrugs, “What? I know what I want, okay? I’m not ashamed of it.” 

“You’re drunk.” Y/N says teasingly.

Ruby raises her eyebrow, “Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking the same about the bossman. Who, by the way, I would also like to spend a night with but he’s off limits now.”

Yeah, because he’s married to her, she thinks. But even if he’s not she would probably be more than jealous if Ruby had something going on with Dean.

Y/N takes her friend’s hand, and looks her in the eye, “Ruby baby, honestly? You look great and if Sam’s single, he would be an idiot not to want you.”

“You think so?”

She nods at Ruby, “I think so. You’re so fucking pretty, sometimes it makes me jealous that you get all the attention.”

“Now you’re just crawling up my ass.” Ruby snorts. 

“Hey, it’s warm and cozy in here.”

CH09

[im-a-lonelyheart]

Fitzsimmons Family Headcanons in case canon fails me

And before they destroy them. Buckle up.

(I wrote this in less than an hour and english is not my first language, sooo sorry for any mistakes)

Edit: I re-posted it because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. sorry.

Enjoy! (Gift credit: X)

They finally decide to retire to their cottage.

Daisy and May lived with them for a while but at different times. Daisy around the time their first kid was born and May when the youngest was a kid already.

May and Daisy totally live together in the USA.

Fitzsimmons started a biomedical company, they make prostetics and medical supplies. They fund small researchers and become relatively known in the medical field (under aliases of course). They run their company from their home as much as they can.

Deke got bored of his company, so he eventually fused it with FS’s, he has enough money to travel around the world and be whatever he wants. Once was a TV chef, and he got bored and became a travel blogger, then launched a clothing line so it goes…

Tried to convince the team to turn their story into a broadway musical. They all said no. He brings it up everytime they are all together (you never know)

Fitzsimmons have three kids, they were all planned ;) of course

Daisy teases Fitz about how the three of them look like Jemma. “You are adopted”. the son is the only one who kinda looks like him. Fitz doesn’ t mind.

After the kids go their own ways they leave together again.

Have their own quinjet in case of emergencies, they say. Let’s be honest after years of flying with SHIELD, commercial flights lost their charm.

Look retired Fitzsimmons would be that kind of couple who travels the world together (properly this time), they say the quinjet is to visit their friends and Family around the world but would randomly send pictures of them in front of a famous landmark.

Mackenzie Skye Fitzsimmons (Daisy calls her Kye) (Born around 2021) (Quarantine baby) or (Timetravel baby)

They never asked Deke about their daughter’s name in the original timeline, but once they told him, judging by his reaction they knew it was this. (but in the lighthouse timeline her nickname was Kenzie)

Fitz was really adamant on this name, Jemma thought it was cute and a great way to honor their best friends, but years later he told the kid:

“you were named after two of the bravest persons I’ve ever met”.

Jemma just stared into the space as it dawned on her that her husband was really an idiot.

He winked at her and she forgave him. Eventually.

When she was a toddler Fitzsimmons moved back to the city and left their cottage, they wanted their daughter to have the best education and also didn’t want to wake her up early because the closest school was still an hour away.

Around that time Daisy found Bobbi, they met up, and Bobbi introduced her to her baby son Owen. 

“oh my god. I need to call Fitzsimmons” 

“what” 

“shhhh. wait, it’s connecting... Hey guys! Look who is here! Bobbi and her baby Owen Shaw” 

Fitz spits his tea all over his phone. Bobbi doesn’t know what’s going on, and they eventually explain it to her, well, after Daisy stops laughing and Fitz stops coughing.

Bobbi and Hunter had changed names and moved to England. After learning that Fitzsimmons live nearby, they make plans to see each other as much as they can. Look this is my headcanon AU so Fitzsimmons offer them positions in their company, Bobbi in the lab and Hunter in a made up security position that doesn’t fit his nametag. 

Some weekends Fitz and Hunter take the babies to the park together, while Jemma and Bobbi work or hang out together. One day kye and Owen were playing and Owen proudly declared he was going to be an astronaut. Fitz was like “you and your son are the bane of my existence”.

The kids become best friends. Duh 

BUT this is Bobbi and Hunter we are talking about, they’re nomads so they eventually move out around Europe and America, when the kid started high school they agreed to stay in one place.

Anyways,

Amazing kid, took a while for her parents to figure out the whole parenting thing but she was so great, as long as things went her way.

Fitz can’t say no to her. A dog? We’ll manage. Ice cream for breakfast? c’mon you know how convincing she can be. 

She is a really calm kid, well behaved. Responsible older sister, mom friend, but messy af. “look mom, I have a system and I know where everything is”.

Nicest kid you’ll ever meet, but if you mess with her siblings be careful, you never know if you will find trash in your backpack.

She is an MD. Eventually, her parents moved back to the countryside but she stayed in the city with her sister to finish her education.

Makes friends everywhere she goes.

She and Owen started dating in their teens but were on and off several times, they even briefly dated other people because one of them would get scared of things becoming too serious (even more when they learned that Uncle Deke was genetically their son). 

In their late twenties they decided to get married as a compromise to stay together and work things out, after all, some things are inevitable.

They had two kids: Daniel Shaw (Deke, but They wanted him to be his own person so they changed the name), Gabrielle Shaw (Born as Oliver Shaw)

Owen worked for a while for SWORD. Eventually decide to move to Germany to work as researchers.

Margaret Abigail Fitzsimmons (Maggie) (Born 2025)

The odd one. Grew up to be a successful artist. Really independent as a child, could play hours by herself or caually chill around her parents or her brother’s crib.

Despite being the only one in her family who isn’t into science, she loves doing experiments all the time, in the name of aesthetic. One time turned the dog blue. There’s a fire extinguisher in the living room just because of her. Banned from her parents’ lab “Pretty colors can go boom”. Aparently.

After being constantly told she is diferent from the rest of her family, she feels happy when someone tells her she looks like her mom. She scoffs but she doesn’t really mind.

Acts though but is a softie, vegan, activist, animal lover. Loves to tease everyone, prankster, makes fun of her mom but it’s the first person she thinks of when something troubles her. Late night calls are not unheard of.

Can’t commit to a single hobby. Photography, cooking, volunteer work... name something, and she has probably already tried it.

Really close to Deke, sometimes travels with him. They are kindred spirits. Feel like only them understand the need to explore and try new things.

She grew up to resent shield. Look she loves what her parents and their friends did, but hates how it affected them. Forgive and forget? in this economy?? 

Lives in Paris by herself but somehow always manages to get everyone to come to her art exhibits. You won’t be able to stop her once she sets her mind to something. Stubborn as her dad.

Doesn’t want kids, maybe one day if she feels ready she will adopt but she is happy as an aunt.

Matthew Phillip Fitzsimmons (Matthew) (Born 2030)

Ray of sunshine, Momma’s boy. He loves it when his parents take him to their lab. Ever since he could walk he is always following his sisters around, if they are up to something he is the first one to know. They love to tease him, but he has enough blackmail material to get them to shut up. He would never use it tho.

Computer genius. He has his own video game company. Launched his first video game at 16. Fitz is mildly offended he sees the Framework code as “old stuff”.

He is a sweetheart, adores his parents and calls them every single day. He met his wife in college and has been happy ever since. It was fast and passionate, they got married within a year and a few years later they had a baby. 

Truly an example of living fast. 

Melissa Fitzsimmons (his daughter) a sweetheart, may is her godmother. (The babies’ baby’s baby, i cry). The cousins are thick as thieves. 

May loves the kid, “age is making you softer”, Daisy tells her and laughs, May’s glare while holding a baby is too much for her.

Emma Johnson (born 2029) (the honorary fourth kid)

Daisy’s daughter. Jemma cried when she told her the baby’s name. She wanted May and Jemma in the delivering room with her. 

I can see Daisy being a badass single mother but I also see her finding love, I haven’t made up my mind but I think she will be loved either way.

Only child, so loves to hang out with the FS kids.

She and Matthew are best friends since they were little, even having video calls when they couldn’t see each other in person.

Fitz and Daisy had a bet on whether they would get together, but it was called off when it became apparent Emma wasn’t interested in men altogether. She was the first woman in his wedding.

The “Quake” legacy was too much for her so she decided to focus in something different. Currently works as an architect and on her spare time works as a freelance illustrator.

All I can imagine is a scene where the are all together in a field (probably the same one where they buried Coulson and Loop!Fitz) May, Fitzsimmons and Daisy. They try to meet up there at least once a year to chat and reminisce about old times, sometimes with Deke, Mack and Elena (and their twin boys) or just them. 

Their kids are playing while their parents watch, but May’s watching them, with their backs to her they almost look like the kids she met in the bus all those years ago. Coulson would’ve been so proud, this is the future we were fighting for all along, she thinks.

“You did good”.

Daisy turns around with a soft smile on her face and says “yes, we did.”

The end

[saywhatjessie]

Written for Kathleen for the History Huh? Holiday Exchange! 1.8k (Ao3)

“Yes, Alex, of course I’ve heard Mariah Carrey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’.” Henry said, rolling his eyes and tapping at Alex’s leg where it was propped next to him. “I am gay, you know.”

“And thank God for that.” Alex said, rubbing a hand up over Henry’s hair. “But how am I supposed to know which pieces of American culture you’ve experienced? You didn’t know about ‘Get Low’! I don’t trust any of the education provided to you by that snotty English prep school.”

Henry laughed, softly. “Ah, yes: forget the European history and international policy I was educated in. If there’s no American pop music on the syllabus, the whole system’s a crock.”

“You get it,” Alex said, nodding solemnly. His face only broke when Henry snorted.

“I don’t think most Christmas music is strictly American, though.” Henry argued. “I’d say it’s such a specific genre it’s mostly universally shared.”

Alex grinned. “Let’s test that.”

 He lifted his pelvis so he could reach his phone that was tucked into his back pocket and caused Henry to whine at him, disgruntled by Alex’s squirming.

They were huddled together on the couch in Alex’s room in the White House, their New York brownstone not yet ready for them. Alex was sitting sideways on the couch, back against the armrest. One of his legs was extended down the couch to make room for Henry who was laying on his side between Alex and the back of the couch, but mostly on top of Alex. Alex kept one socked foot pressed into the cushions to keep them from toppling off the couch onto the floor.

As twined together as they were, Alex reaching for his phone definitely disturbed Henry’s whole body.

“Oh, shut up,” Alex told him. “We’re doing science.”

He got his phone in front of him, petting over Henry’s head again to apologize for the disruption, and pulled up Spotify.

“Consider this your official Christmas education.”

Henry snorted again, resting his head against Alex’s chest. “I wouldn’t say this is–”

“And you’re shutting up again.” Alex said, pressing play and resting the phone on his knee. “We’re listening now.”

Out of Alex’s phone speaker came some high melodic bell sounds followed immediately by a female singer doing a vocal run of ‘Oh yeah!’

Henry hummed. “Britney Spears.”

Alex looked down at the top of his head. “You know this one?”

“No,” Henry admitted in a grumble. “But any queer worth their salt knows Britney when they hear her.”

Alex chuckled. That was valid.

The song got to the chorus and Alex couldn’t help but mouth along to the lyrics.

 Santa, can you hear me?

I have been so good this year.

And all I want is one thing:

tell me my true love is near!

He’s all I want, just for me,

underneath my Christmas tree.

I’ll be waiting here.

Santa, that’s my only wish this year.

 Henry rumbled a soft laugh, burying his face in Alex’s sweatshirt. “Love, that is incredibly sappy.”

Alex swatted him, lightly. “Leave Britney Alone.”

Henry laughed again, grinding his forehead into Alex’s sternum and Alex just grinned, bringing his hand up to rest in Henry’s hair.

When that song ended, a new one started.

“Fuck yes,” Alex said, with feeling. “Keeping it in the 90’s.”

“Dear, you were just barely alive in the 90’s.”

“Shhhh!” Alex shushed him. “*NSYNC is singing!”

Henry was right: Alex was born in 1998 and, therefore, most of these songs were just a little bit before his time. But he did have an older sister.

“I do, actually, know this one,” Henry said, humming along to the chorus. Though why he didn’t sing the lyrics, Alex didn’t know. It was literally just ‘Merry Christmas’ over and over again.

“I’m shocked that it’s a boy band that makes its way across the pond to you,” Alex said.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I had an older sister of the nineties as well, Alex.”

Alex got bored of the song halfway through (it really was repetitive) and picked up his phone to find a new song.

Most of the songs Spotify had picked for them were in the same vein: 90’s and early 2000’s stars singing poppy Christmas songs. But a little bit of scrolling found him something truly incredible.

 “It’s Christmas in Hollywood, 

Santa’s back up in the hood, 

so meet me under the mistletoe,

let’s fu-u-uck”

 Henry burst out laughing, his convulsions almost enough to shove Alex to the floor. “What is that?”

“Hollywood Undead!” Alex answered, merrily. “They’re not good and this song is actually terrible but it kind of slaps?”

Henry could barely hear any of the lyrics over his laughing but he did manage the jolly voice of Santa on the track saying “If you guide my sleigh I’ll let you fuck my wife.” And that just sent him into a whole new bout of hysterics.

“We should play this at our holiday dinner,” Alex suggested, as the song faded out.

“Oh, yes,” Henry said, choking on a couple late chuckles. “This is the best representation of sharing between our cultures I can imagine.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too,” Alex answered, a stray giggle betraying him.

They managed to laugh through the next song which was someone’s cover of “Santa Baby” but it wasn’t Eartha Kitt so Alex didn’t think it was any real loss.

It wasn’t until a certain guitar riff that Henry shushed him. “Quiet, darling, Darren Criss is singing.”

Alex groaned, dropping his head back against the armrest. “God, you and that guy.”

Henry shushed him again.

Alex rolled his eyes and picked up his phone to look at the song title. “Extraordinary Merry Christmas” from the Glee soundtrack.

And, yes, there was Lea Michele’s voice harmonizing now.

Alex understood, obscurely, the appeal of Glee. The music. The drama. The beautiful people. June had been obsessed with it in the early days and he’d seen a few episodes but he could never really get into it.

Henry, though, was a card carrying Gleek. Which was absolutely absurd but also, weirdly, totally expected. He was totally the type to eat that corny shit up.

Also, he was obsessed with Darren Criss, who played Kurt’s boyfriend Blaine on Glee.

“I guess this song, is kind of alright,” Alex admitted.

Henry turned wild eyes on him. “Do you not hear him? He’s incredible.”

Alex rolled his eyes again. “He’s not even the real Harry Potter,” Alex grumbled.

Henry shushed him.

When the song was over, Alex pulled the phone up and tapped out another search.

He made Henry get up before he hit play.

Henry groaned. “Why.”

“Because we’re going to dance like the worst and most terribly cheesy couple in the entire world,” Alex answered, promptly. “And I get to be Blaine.”

“Wha–” Henry started but then Alex hit play and the opening notes for the Glee version of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ started. 

Henry’s eyes lit up but he frowned. “Let me be Blaine, my voice is deeper than yours.”

“Too late!” Alex said because it was Henry’s cue.

“I really can’t stay,” Henry sang falsetto and completely off-pitch.

Alex tried not to laugh over his line. “But Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“I’ve got to go ‘way.”

“But baby it’s cold outside!”

They swayed in a circle, arms around each other, trading lines and trying not to laugh at Henry’s absolutely horrendous attempt at falsetto. Alex didn’t know all the words and Henry’s voice kept cracking but they got through the whole song with minimal trouble.

They were laughing to themselves by the end, Henry ducking his head to bring Alex into a long kiss. Alex hummed into it.

The phone kept playing another Christmas song of another slow-ish tempo so they kept dancing, not wanting to stop now they’ve started.

Henry pulled away, resting his forehead on Alex’s. “Why did you get to be Blaine?”

Alex laughed. “Because he’s your favorite. And I wanted to be your favorite.”

Henry kissed him again, humming. “It’s not just because you wanted the boy part?”

“The point of that version is that they’re both the boy part.”

Henry smiled a small smile and leaned down to kiss him again.

They stayed kissing for the rest of the song, and then the opening notes for “Baby It’s Cold Outside” started again, this time the Zooey Deschanell version.

Henry pulled away again. “You know when Kurt and Blaine sang ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ on Glee…” Henry started, licking his lips. “That was the first scene of television I’d ever seen that had a positive and sweetly romantic portrayal of two men.”

Alex pulled his head back a little bit to look at him. “Really?”

Henry nodded. “Every other gay thing on television was always very sexual. Or completely neutered. I was a 13-year old kid having innocent crushes on boys but there was nothing on tv that looked like what I was feeling. Not until that scene.”

Alex grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on Henry’s jaw. “That’s adorable.”

Henry growled a little in his throat, but turned his head so it was easier for Alex to kiss him.

Alex kissed him on the mouth, pulling away with a smile. “Weird, though, that the song is about date rape.”

Alex grinned wider as he watched Henry’s whole face turn red.

“You have to take the song in context!” Henry hissed. They stopped dancing. “In the 1940’s, it was inappropriate for a woman to be at a man’s house very late without a chaperone! You have to listen to the song with the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse.” Henry was breathing heavily. “The song’s a game of cat and mouse! She even says ‘At least I’m gonna say that I tried’ like she really wants to stay but she knows what people will say if she does.” Henry was sporting the angry eyebrows now and Alex was delighted. “It is disrespectful and historically inaccurate to reduce the song in that way.”

Alex reached up to rub his thumb against the crease of Henry’s eyebrows. “You enormous nerd.”

Alex leaned up and kissed the pout on Henry’s mouth. Henry held firm in his rage for a count of two before he melted and kissed Alex back.

They kissed all through Christina Aguilera’s rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

[crqstalite]

video game questionnaire :)

tagged by @greencrusader13 ! might be a little disappointed because anything i’ve posted recently (ME, DA + SWTOR) are the only games I’ve ever played. i know, i’m a gaming baby but i’m getting there lol.

Rules: Fill in your answers below and tag some buddies!

Games

First game you ever played: I want to say World of Warcraft. I was born a few months after it was released [it’ll be 16 before I am :( ] and my parents absolutely loved it throughout my childhood. They stopped playing retail a while back, but they got me into it back during Mists of Pandaria. I don’t play it anymore (no real reason other than that except for one time, I’ve been locked to free to play since I picked it up)

Favorite game: If you mean game I go back to just for the hell of it when I’m sad or bored, SWTOR.

Game you’ve played through multiple times: ...SWTOR. I have quite a few toons that are honestly just copies of each other. It isn’t perfect, but besides WOW it’s a game from my childhood. Been playing since beta (okay ‘playing’ is a rather complex word for wandering around and not knowing what the hell to do at eight years old)

Game you hated at first but now love: I’m usually willing to give most games a chance, even if I don’t like it. See: MEA. Can’t say I love it, but some of the characters I like.

Game you used to love but now hate: Overwatch. I used to be really into the competitive scene but the highest rank I ever managed was bottom of the barrel silver. They make it rather difficult to rise in rank, and I gave up a few years ago. Still play when I need a little bit of chaos in my life but it’s not on my list of games to love anymore.

Your favorite game atmosphere/setting(s): Mass Effect 1. Now saying I’ve been through the whole trilogy and then some, I like the setting of the calm before the storm. Shepard + co. know something’s up, but without real proof they can’t really do anything. It’s a little unnerving, really.

Game with the best group/companion(s): Mass Effect 2. With the largest crew in the trilogy, it’s impossible not to get attached to them. Except for Jacob. I will never be attached to Jacob.

A game with your favorite ending: I might be too hard on games, but I legitimately can not think of an ending where I went ‘wow! I worked really hard for this and my characters prospered because of it!’. Except for ME2, where I was flying by the seat of my pants at first, entirely unaware of how the ending system worked and honestly, probably only managed the best ending because of mutuals (you know who you are ;). Made it all the more satisfying seeing all of my squadmates at the end.

A game with the WORST ending: MEA. I didn’t like the entire game to begin with, and the Meridian stuff honestly flew over my head like a damn jet. I always liked the Tempest’s theme, and that gave me chills over the ending, but it was rather anticlimatic. Unlike the two games before it, there’s really no risk factor in the ending. And Ryder 1 was a poor excuse for a culmination of your work. I did not spend a majority of those 65 hours on that game to not get another cutscene or epilogue with my 100% viability.

Best character customization?: I’ve been told DAI has one of the best. However, I personally like MEA’s, the realism is nice but a little jarring when it’s animated in-game.

Hero and Companions

Your favorite playable character: The Inquisitor and Trooper from SWTOR are my favorite classes to play. Shepard is pretty great too.

The funniest playable character: Currently, the Smuggler from SWTOR.

Your favorite companion(s): Elara Dorne, Andronikos Revel, Doc, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko + Gault (SWTOR), Alistair and Morrigan (DAO; I know, it’s early but they’re fun!), Garrus Vakarian, Kaidan Alenko, Tali’zorah nar Rayya vas Normandy + EDI (ME OT), Vetra, Drack, Jaal + Kallo (MEA)

Companions you could live without: Skadge, Jacob + PeeBee. I would’ve said James, but he grew on me during ME3′s campaign. Liam and Gil are sort of climbing up there, but I can see where MEA tried to grow their characters so I’m giving them a pass for now.

Relationships

Favorite game friendship(s): Shepard + Garrus. Sorry these two snip at each other so much of you let them, and that line ‘There is no Shepard without Vakarian’ kills me every single time. None of my Shepards have actually romanced him but it’s cool to see a female/male friendship that isn’t dependent on a relationship to back it. On that note, Joker + Shepard as well. He doesn’t have that big of place in the game, but he obviously really cares about them. He’s omnipresent in the series too, and one of the few characters that can’t die in the game. Hell, Anderson even asked him to watch over their stress levels, and he was obviously serious about it too. And Tali + Shepard. While that can also be a romance (apparently was even a bi one before it was cut entirely, thank you modders for restoring it), the friendship you can have with her is undeniably sweet. She feels like a completely capable younger sister that you watch grow up through the games, from a young Quarian on her pilgrimage to an Admiral who was ready to do what was right for her people.

Favorite game relationship(s): ...Shepard/Kaidan (ME3, specifically. I mean you guys you’ve seen my blog), Shepard/Garrus, Ryder/Jaal, Ryder/Reyes, F!SW/Theron, F!Consular/Felix, F!Trooper/Aric

Favorite companion banter: ...you guys play games with banter between companions? I kid, but I like the banter between Ashley and Kaidan in ME1. And Morrigan and Alistair’s in DAO.

A relationship you loved but went bad: Malavai Quinn and a female Sith Warrior. I loved the way it was going during the vanilla story, but then the betrayal hit and he disappeared for six years and two expansions. A double whammy if you ask me. This kind of goes for all the vanilla romances, especially Vector for me.

A relationship you weren’t sure of but loved: Jaal and Ryder, and then Thane and Shepard. I did Jaal’s with Fia, and have yet to do Thane’s with Shepard. Jaal was unbelievably sweet if you did romance him, and he has a living family you visit in game. Thane’s is sweet, but also heart wrenchingly sad because you knew he was going to die in the next game but you’re still entirely willing to go after him.

A character you wish you COULD romance: Joker. Sorry, I am not sorry. I mean apparently there’s even a line where he alludes to if there was an alternate universe, he’d quote on quote “Rock your world”. Bioware, lock away the good romances why don’t you. I can just imagine how quickly the conversations in the cockpit would turn on their heads...and Zenith. Zenith I wanted as an option. I feel like the Consular would’ve worked rather well with him.

A minor character you wish could be a companion: Nihlus. I know next to nothing about him, but the fact he was killed off so fast is annoying to say the least. Skavak from SWTOR as well, I know he was an antagonist for a whole chapter, but I mean, we chased Jaesa down for a whole Act, so Skavak should’ve been fair game too.

Fun

Shoutout to a random NPC: Green took mine, but yes, that officer from the Citadel in ME2, “Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space!”

A game you love watching playthroughs for and want to play: Left 4 Dead. I know, it’s an old game but I love zombies. I would probably have nightmares for a while but the universe fascinates me at least.

Love watching playthroughs but won’t ever play: Walking Dead (Telltale; not even for the zombies but because the story telling is not as great as it could’ve been), Dead by Daylight (yet again, the universe is cool, I just don’t like other people)

Online gaming or solo?: Solo. Up until recently I’d only ever played with PUGs during FPs and that was rather frustrating. It got so bad that I ended up just running them to level and do the story quests at higher levels, especially for classes like the Inquisitor that I’d run plenty of times before. Still, some new Discord mutuals fixed that for me, it’s actually fun to do FPs now.

Why do you play video games?: For someone who grew up rather sheltered (and is still sheltered, shhhh), video games were my escape from kids who liked the sun and animals a little too much. So I played video games. It distracted me from my other problems in real life and gave me something else to focus on, like saving the galaxy a few times over.

tagging: @sheyshen , @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @roguescarlett

[stormcrawler75]

Heart’s Heroes Part 4

Summary: Virgil and Remy go to school and meet their new teacher.

Characters: Remy, Virgil, Roman, Logan, and Patton.

Warnings: Brief mentions of nightmares, torture, and swearing.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 This is Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Remy yawned and scrubbed at his eyes sleepily. In his opinion, it was much too early for anyone to be awake. Why the heck the school system thought that eight o’clock was a valid time for any self-respecting teenager to be awake was beyond him. How did they expect him to both fight crime and get a good grade in all of his classes? Ridiculous, that’s what they were.

Virgil leaned forward from the seat behind Remy and whispered to him, “Ms. Georgina’s late today. You think she’s coming in?”

Remy glanced back to his friend and grinned. “Well if she’s not, we’re legally allowed to leave in fifth-teen minutes.”

Virgil laughed and punched Remy’s shoulder lightly. “That’s not true, Goof!” He shook his head and poked Remy’s seatmate in the shoulder. “Hey, mind switching seats with me?”

Remy barely took in Virgil switching seats with the girl next to him until Virgil was pulling him to his side. “It’s ironic,” Virgil murmured. “That’s you have the power of Sleep Inducement and yet you never catch a wink of it yourself.”

Remy closed his eyes and shrugged. “Irony’s a bitch, Darling, you know that.” He snuggled close to Virgil and said through another yawn, “I say if she doesn’t show up in a few minutes than we head over to Ro’s and spend the day sleeping.”

Virgil nodded and rested his head against Remy’s. “Yeah, fine. We’ll need it for tonight anyway. Roman wants to do some patrolling with us.” He chuckled at Remy’s answering groan. “Hey, dude. Our fault for deciding to follow in that Drama Queen’s footsteps.”

“Guess you’re right,” Remy muttered. He cracked his eyes open and fumbled with his phone, hissing at the bright light when he turned it on. “We got four minutes before we’re ditching. Ms. G better not show up at the last minute or I’m gonna flip.”

“Yeah,” Virgil replied softly. He sounded just as tired as Remy did, maybe more. Though, Remy thought that he should’ve expected that. Poor Gurl was tortured just a few days ago. He was probably still recovering from it.

Remy glanced at his phone and shook Virgil off of him. “C’mon, bae. Let’s get packed up.”

Virgil moaned but nodded. The two of them started to get packed up and a girl glared at them from across the room. “Are the two of you leaving?” She hissed. “We're supposed to wait for the teacher.”

“Yeah, well, she’s supposed to be on time,” Remy said carelessly. “Listen, Kayla, Gurl, I ain’t waiting around for Ms. Georgina to show. I’m tired and me and VeeVee here,” he clapped Virgil on the shoulder lightly, “are gonna catch up on some well-deserved sleep.”

Kayla crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Ugh, really? You’re skipping class to sleep?” She scoffed and shook her head in disgust. “No wonder everyone thinks you’re both gonna be dropouts. Losers.”

Virgil gave her a dry look. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak snooty bitch. At least, not this early in the morning.” He slung his backpack on his shoulder and ignored Kayla’s huff of outrage. “C’mon, Rem. Let’s get going before we get caught by a hall monitor.”

“Sounds good,” Remy drawled, taking a little enjoyment in the look of annoyance Kayla sent his way. He grabbed Virgil’s arm to leave but they hadn’t even taken a step before the door was opened and a man in dress pants, a dark polo shirt, and glasses stepped inside.

“Good morning, class,” the man said. He was looking down at his shirt, adjusting his tie. Virgil and Remy took one look at each other and scrambled back into their chairs, both pretending to not hear Kayla snickering as they did so.

The man looked up and Remy made sure to put on a face that just screamed, ‘I totally got eight hours of sleep last night and am ready to learn!’ “I am sorry for my tardiness which won’t happen again. Luckily, we have only missed twelve minutes of class time so we still have plenty of time to dedicate to learning.”

He walked over to his desk and set his briefcase on it before turning to the chalkboard and writing “Mr. Logan” on it in big, blocky letters. “My name is Logan Abbott and you will call me Mr. Logan. Mr. Abbott was my father and I will not respond to that name.” Mr. Logan turned on his heel and surveyed his new class. “Are there any questions before I continue?”

Kayla promptly raised her hand. “Where’s Ms. Georgina?”

Mr. Logan raised an eyebrow. “She’s decided to take a leave of absence for reasons that I assume are very personal. I will be your History teacher for the rest of the year.”

Virgil raised his own hand and Mr. Logan’s eyes snapped to him. Remy felt a shiver go down his spine. He almost felt like the teacher was scanning his friend and the feeling didn’t go away when Mr. Logan’s eyes flicked over to him before landing back on Virgil. “Yes, Mr?”

Virgil answered. “My name’s Virgil Shae. And I was wondering if we’d be sticking to the same lesson plan Ms. Georgina had for us.”

Mr. Logan studied Virgil for a few more moments before turning back to the chalkboard and writing down a lesson plan that everyone, except Remy, scrambled to write down in their notes. Remy lazily picked up his phone and snapped a picture.

“We will be deviating from it a little,” Mr. Logan confessed. “For the most part, we will be sticking to it. However, there are a few things that I plan to change. For now, we will be continuing with what you have been learning thus far. So please put your textbooks away.”

The students all glanced at each other in confusion. “You,” Kayla began hesitantly, “want us to put away our textbooks?”

Mr. Logan placed his piece of chalk down and turned around. “Yes. We will be watching a historical documentary this morning and we have no need for the textbooks. I plan to use the textbook as little as possible actually. I will be assigning readings for you to study that I will provide myself.” He narrowed his eyes when no one moved to put away their textbooks. “I’d prefer to start the documentary as soon as possible. So please, put your textbooks away.”

Virgil sent Remy an amused look, grabbed his textbook and shoved it in his bag. Remy quickly followed and Mr. Logan nodded approvingly at them. Kayla and a few other grumbled in annoyance but everyone followed their lead.

If this was how all classes were gonna be, Remy figured that History class was gonna get a whole lot more interesting.

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“I’m telling you, he’s amazing!”

Roman watched his younger friend fondly as Virgil waved his hands around as he told his story. The bruises along Virgil’s neck had faded to a dull yellow since his run-in with the Dragon Witch and he almost seemed back to normal. If it wasn’t for the nightmares he had every night, Roman would think that Virgil hadn’t been affected at all. So it was nice to see Virgil wearing a real smile for once instead of a fake one. Even if it was just because of some new teacher.

“Mr. Logan, huh?” Roman asked. He took a sip of his apple juice and raised an eyebrow. “Got a crush there, Vee?”

Virgil sputtered uselessly and Roman and Remy both laughed at the pink blush staining Virgil’s cheeks. Remy snickered and slapped the lunch table the three of them were sitting at. “All kidding aside. Ro, he really is something. Got a head on his shoulders and that documentary he showed us actually taught us something.”

“Ahh,” Roman sighed. “I remember when I got to watch documentaries. Now, my teachers just give us lectures. You Niners are lucky that you don’t have to deal with that yet. You’re so lucky.”

Virgil and Remy shared a long-suffering look. “Yeah, yeah, you’re suffering, we know,” Remy drawled. “Now, why don’t you tell us what we’re doing tonight?”

Roman immediately turned serious. “Shhhh,” he hissed. “Not so loud.” Roman looked around before continuing, “We’re patrolling the east side, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Virgil yawned.

Roman narrowed his eyes and pointed at him. “You’re taking a nap tonight before we leave. You too, Rem! Understand?”

Virgil nodded warily. “Yeah, fine.”

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Logan ushered his last class of the day out of the room before he firmly closed the door. He fished out a key from his breast pocket and locked it.

There. Now he could begin his real job here.

He walked over to his desk and sat back down. Logan opened up his laptop and started back up on the file he had started after his first class. Remy Somnum’s picture stared back at him and Logan wrote down the information he had collected on him through his observation. It didn’t take long to write down the few things he had learnt about the boy (Seems to not be on a proper sleep schedule. Good friends with Shadow both in and out of the mask.) and then he closed Remy’s file, placing it on his desktop right next to Virgil Shae’s.

Logan leaned back in his chair and stared at the two files. He would have to find a good way to observe Roman Abgabe as well at some point during the school day. All of the classes he had been assigned to teach were for Freshmen, not Seniors. Perhaps he’d have to volunteer to oversee a Senior study period. Anything to get close enough to Roman Abgabe’s to properly study him.

The phone suddenly started vibrating across his desk and Logan scooped it up. He answered it and held it against his ear. “Logan Abbott.”

“Hi, Lolo!”

Logan sighed in a mix of fondness and exasperation at the familiar voice. “Greetings, Patton. I have done what you asked of me. I hope that this finally makes us even.”

“Of course, Kiddo,” Patton chirped. “Completely and totally! You got into the school okay?”

“It was laughably easy,” Logan said smugly. “I forged some papers and talked my way through the Principal. The bribe I left with the School Board will smooth everything else out. I’ve gotten into Sleep and Shadow’s class and spent part of the morning observing them. I’ll find a way to do the same with Prince’s.”

Patton made a happy sound over the phone. “Perfect! Oh, did you make that neat invention you were telling me about?”

“Indeed.” Logan glanced out the window to watch the clear sky outside. “Using the bugs I’ve planted throughout the school I was able to overhear where your little Heroes will be going tonight. I’ll send my new drones out to watch over them as they work. No other villains will harm them with my drones there.” He looked back down to his computer and made a copy of the two younger Heroes files. “I’ve started files on Shadow and Sleep and I’m sending them over now. I’ve included a few things that you may like to know.”

“You’re the best friend ever!” Patton gushed. “Thank you so much!”

“It was hardly any trouble,” Logan said dismissively. “Really, I’ve been planning to go back to teaching anyway. I have no problem making some observations on a few Heroes as I do so.” He laughed and shook his head. “I just don’t understand why you’re taking such an interest in these Heroes. Don’t you usually fight the Negotiator?”

Patton sighed. “Yeah, I do. But I’m not about to let children run around the streets and get tortured! They really are doing a lot of good work, Lolo. Crime on the street has decreased a lot since Prince started.”

Logan made a sound of understanding. He had been setting up the email to Patton and pressed send. “I’ve sent the emails. But, you’ve raised another question. Prince turns eighteen on June the fourth. Does your protection over him end then?”

“Logan, I’m surprised at you,” Patton scolded. “Do you really think an eighteen-year-old isn’t still a kid? He’s too young and he’s seen too much. My protection over him stays the same.” He suddenly brightened. “Anyway, I’m planning to do something soon that will make sure that there’s no need for me to worry about other villains going after them!”

“Really?” Logan chuckled. “I doubt they’d want to join you. And are you really going to try and adopt them? You’ll have quite a fight on your hands.”

“Not unless they want me to,” Patton said easily. “But, I’ve got a more permanent solution. I’m gonna get all the other villains locked inside a deep, dark hole and then throw away the key. How you feel about betraying some of your other clients for me? I know that we’re even-steven now but I’d really appreciate your help.”

Logan hummed and drummed his fingers on his knee. He eventually smirked and said, “You always do pay quickest and you even leave tips when I sell you things. I suppose that grants you help in your endeavour.”

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[thecleverdame]

Moonlight

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Story four of the Moonlight series - ABO Masterlist

Summary:  You’re a bonded pair with three children and all Sam can think about is having more.

Warnings: Breastfeeding(non-sexual, baby related), dominance, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

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Sam comes home late, just after two in the morning, shutting the front door carefully, cautious of waking you or his children. He’s a little sore, bleeding and a little drunk but it’s been a good night.

He kicks off his shoes and steps directly onto a pile of building blocks that send him careening forward into the arm of the couch. Cursing under his breath he rubs his foot, then picks up the toys scattered throughout the living room.

He’d gone out to run with the pack, after weeks of domesticity he needed to get out under the full moon, to feed his wolf instincts. There’s nothing like the sensation of shifting under the moonlight, giving into his base impulse to run and fight and hunt under the guise of his animal alter ego.

After they’d howled and roughhoused beneath the night sky, later morphing back into men, they’d gone to the bar, nursing cuts with sour mash and trading overblown stories. Sam had been the first to leave, gulping the final vestiges of his whiskey and patting Dean on the shoulders, “I’m a family man now, gotta get home before it gets too late.”

He flicks the overhead light as he smells you, catching your scent as he drops his duffel bag onto the table. If there’s one thing he knows it’s the pheromones of his mate and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re in heat.

Your heat is not supposed to come for another two weeks and you had a solid plan. You wanted to send the older boys to your mom’s, Owen is only one and needs constant supervision while Liam is two and old enough to ask questions. He doesn’t need to be privy to his parents fucking like animals.

Your youngest, Colin, is only three months and this is your first heat since giving birth. Sam has a track record of successfully getting you pregnant on his first try resulting in children that are almost too close in age, which is why you’d planned on taking suppressants this time. If anyone’s in need of birth control, it’s you.

He shrugs off his jacket and prowls down the dark hallway. He checks on the two older boys who are sprawled out, dead asleep in their beds with small bare feet poking out from under covers. Opening the door to master bedroom he finds you asleep on top of the comforter in nothing but panties and a tank top. The lamp at the side of the bed is still on, casting a dim glow across the room where an open book is lying near your hand. Sam knows this familiar scene all too well, these days you fall asleep just about anytime there’s a moment of silence, you’re exhausted with being a mother to your sons and mate to your Alpha.

Sam pads quietly to the corner the room, peeking over the edge of the crib where his smallest child sleeps soundly, with a thumb in his mouth. He smiles thoughtfully, caressing his small head full of dark hair, grateful for the family you’ve given him and the life you’re created together. During the days this place is a madhouse, the chaos of children laughing and playing, it’s ever ending, but the nights are quiet and generally reserved for you time together, however little time it might be.

You moan in your sleep, rolling onto your back and brushing your hand over your sex; you’re in heat all right, and you don’t even know it yet. Sam’s eyes narrow as he walks around the end of the bed to watch your resting body. His eyes shift to your panties, you’re already soaking through, your heat flooding your system, getting you ready. He knows by the time you awake you’ll be in pain, cramping and begging him release.

There’s a tell-tale tightness in his groin as he palms his growing erection through his jeans. You’ll trigger his rut sooner rather than later and right now he’s a bloody, sweaty mess, stinking like wet dog, so he practices self-control while he still can and slinks off to the shower.

You wake up to the sound of water running when the muscles of your abdomen cramp quick and sharp. It takes you a moment to shake from sleep as you feel a familiar twinge between your legs. At the same moment, your son stirs in his crib, you’re breastfeeding and it’s a never-ending cycle of sore boobs and hungry children.

You wince as you get up, scooping the child and bringing him with you back to the bed, where you lift your shirt as his small hands cup your breasts, his mouth finding a nipple. Closing your eyes you hear Sam in the shower, banging his elbows into the wall of your small bath. He’s like a giant in a child-size playhouse, trying to get clean. You really need a bigger house.

You’re surprised, a heat this early means it’s going to be a bad one, you suspect the next several days will be filled with this burning ache that turns you into the desperate woman Sam loves to take advantage of.

Sam wraps a towel around his waist, his cock already at half mast, your scent is stronger now and his body is responding accordingly. He wanders back to the bedroom to find you cross-legged with a baby at your breast. He catches your attention and you look to him, your eyes lighting up. He’s never gotten used to that, the way you can make him feel without even trying.

“I swear I didn’t wake him up,” Sam grins, closing the door gently behind him.

“He’s always hungry at this time, just like clockwork, my greedy little boy.” You cradle him in your arms, glancing up to enjoy the view as Sam dries off. Draping the towel over the dresser, he stands naked and proud watching you switch breasts. You groan, tipping your head to the side and biting your lip as another wave of pain rolls through your lower half. You know he can detect your scent, just like his very presence ignites a spark between your legs. “This is gonna be a rough one.”

“You’re early this time, that came on quick,” he lifts an eyebrow, throwing his dirty clothes on the closet floor. “You were fine when I left.”

“I was fine when I fell asleep, maybe it’s the full moon. I need a night out, I haven’t shifted in so long, my internal clock is all screwed up.” You move, looking down at Colin, his eyes fluttering closed, he’s almost back to sleep as he continues to suckle, softer than before. “What happened to your face baby?”

Sam touches the cut under his eye and shrugs, “just messing around with Dean, things got a little rough.” His brows come together as you gulp, trying to hold back the pain of your heat as it grows inside you. He strokes himself, his cock hard and bobbing in front of him, “you’re killing me, you smell so damn good.”

“He’s done.” You stand with Colin, his small mouth releasing your nipple as you place him back in his crib. “He’ll sleep through anything but we’re gonna have to call my mom tomorrow, have her pick up the boys-”

Sam’s on you immediately, turning you to face him as his lips meet yours in a hard kiss. Your body takes over, his touch curbing the painful contractions in your stomach as his tongue swirls inside your mouth. You moan, as he pulls you closer, his hands sliding down to you cup your ass, pulling your body flush to his chest.

He leans back to yank your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but panties as his stiff cock pokes in the belly. His swoops back in, his mouth biting at your shoulder, then kissing back up your neck as you shiver, running your hands through his hair.

“You want my knot?” He growls lifting, your legs wrapping around his waist, grinding your pussy into his stomach.

“Sam, we-” You stop for a moment, groaning as you rub your sex into him, desperate for relief. “We talked about his.”

He knows he doesn’t have to, he’s a seasoned mate and he knows to control himself. He can easily fuck you through your heat, and his rut, without knotting you…but he wants to really fucking bad, wants to swell inside you until his cock is trapped, ensuring that you’re bred with his child.

The two of you have talked about this, you told him sternly that you weren’t having any more, not any time soon. You already have more than enough on your plate, you’ve been pregnant for what feels like a lifetime and given him three babies in three years but tonight all Sam can think about is going for a fourth. There’s a certain biological imperative that kicks in, you’re bonded, you’re his, which makes him constantly and utterly desperate to watch your stomach swell with his pups.

“Omega,” he purrs against your lips, his hands sliding up your back to grab fist full of your hair, “just one more, four is a nice even number.”

Sam can’t control himself. It’s three months without a little one growing inside you and Sam’s determined to rectify the situation. The idea of you thick, your body growing with his seed is almost as satisfying as marking you that first time.

“I can hardly manage the ones we have, “ you groan, tipping your head back, his mouth traveling across your neck.

“We’ll get help, a nanny or something.” He drops you unceremoniously onto the bed and crawls over you, caging you between his body and the mattress. Reaching between your legs, he rubs your pussy through wet panties. You hiss when he presses two of his finger between your lips, only stopped by the cloth barrier, “you’re so fucking wet.”

“Can’t help it,” you whimper. He drops his head to your chest, biting your nipple. You yelp, arching toward his mouth.

“Shhhh,” he hushes, slipping his hand inside the waistband of your panties and dipping two long fingers into your pussy, “you’ll wake the boys up.”

Clamping your mouth shut, you try your best to stay quiet as he pumps into your slick cunt, his thumb finding it’s way to your clit, joining in, as he works deeper. His touch helps ease the pain but it also works you into a frenzy of raw nerves. He peels your panties down your legs, looking up with feral eyes before burying his head between your thighs. You feel his tongue push inside you, lapping as deep as his can get.

“Alpha,” you groan and buck up into his mouth. Sam rewards your wriggling by sucking your clit into his mouth with a wet, hungry sound.

His fingers thrust back inside you, hooking upward and making contact with that spot inside you no woman can reach on her own. Your breath hastens, hips rising off the bed as his lifts his head to watch. Your expressions melts as he feels your muscles quiver and tense in anticipation.

“My little Omega, come for me, you can do it.” He lowers his head, his mouth sealing over your clit and tongues under the hood with stiff, quick strokes. He licks, once, twice, three times and you come, twisting and thrusting into his face, grabbing a handful of his hair as you pull him into you. Sam grins, stilling lapping while you pulse, wet against his chin.

Sam takes his sweet time, licking up, then down your slit as you come back from your high, his tongue sliding past over-sensitive nerves until he’s satisfied with your experience.

He moves back and off the bed, standing over you, admiring his handiwork. The pain that comes with your heat is gone, but you’re by no means satisfied, not until you’ve had his cock inside you. Not to mention Sam’s in a full-blown rut now, he needs you just as much as you need him.

“Turn over,” he orders. You suck in a deep breath and roll onto your stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he clarifies. You don’t hesitate to assume the position, your Omega showing as you submit completely.

You feel him behind you, the bed dipping down and his hand on your lower back. “Spread your legs for me,” he gently smacks the inside of your thighs with his palm until your opened wide, presenting yourself to him, “tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you pant, as he settles between your calves.

“Say it,” he takes a hand full of your ass, rubbing it before pulling back. “Tell me.”

“I belong to you, Alpha, I’m yours.” You arch up into his hand, pushing your head down to the bed.

“That’s right, now be a good girl and don’t move.” He hisses, sliding two fingers back into your drenched pussy. He angles his touch downward, pressing toward your belly and you gasp struggling to stay in place.

“Sam,” you cry, his fingers twisting and pressing where you’re ripe for him, it’s wonderful but it’s not what you really want, not what your body is craving. “Please, oh god, please fuck me,” your pleads spilling out in a single breath.

Gripping the bedspread you ball your fists when you feel the head of his cock rub over the swollen lips of your pussy. Sam curls over you, his tongue licking up the small of your back, up until he’s reached the base of your neck. He growls, biting down and pushing into you at the same, your mouth falls open in a silent scream as his teeth sink into your flesh as his cock slides deep, thick and stiff until his balls slap against your clit.

You lurch forward, knees buckling as you collapse onto the bed with Sam’s weight on top of you. He grunts, lifting your hips right where he wants them and starts to move, sliding out and back in with a wicked thrust. “Is this what you needed?” He reaches up, grabbing your hair until your throat is bared. “Do you like this? Taking my cock in this sweet little cunt?” He accentuates his questions with a sharp stab of his hips that makes you shove your face into the bed to muffle the cry that rips from your throat.

“Yes, yes” you rant, nearly biting your own wrist to keep from being too loud.

“Gonna put my pups in your belly tonight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Sam rolls his hips, “Want me to knot you until you’re so full you can’t move?”

You moan, whole body shaking as you pant a breathless, “yes.”

He groans and begins to move faster, fucking into you mercilessly with the wet slap of his hips. His hands grip so tight you know he’ll leave bruises, but it feels good, you want his marks on you, to remind you of who and what you are. He reaches around your hip to find your clit once again, raking his fingers furiously as your second orgasm begins to build.

Then, just as you’re on the edge, he pulls out with a groan and moves to the front of the bed.

“Come here,” he’s settling in front of you, his back resting against the headboard as you clammer into his lap, straddling his legs with knees bent on either side of his thighs. He lines his cock up with one hand, pulling you down into his length with the other.

He never gets sick of watching this, your head falling back and mouth open as your body takes his dick, clenched in tight, silk muscles. You brace yourself, hands on his shoulders as you ride him, sliding back and forth on his cock as your squeeze him inside you. Your whole body is humming, desperate for release with him inside you.

With every move, your clit slides across the crown of pubic hair at the base of his dick, it’s perfect friction that works in combination with his thick shaft filling you completely. He wraps one hand around your neck, not squeezing, just showing ownership as his other hand spreads wide over your stomach while you’re fucking yourself on his cock.

“When you come I want to you think about how you’re going to give me another son. Gonna fuck you until I know you’re bred.” His words and insistent movement of your hips come together in unison as your world comes apart, twitching and twisting as pleasure consumes every inch of you.

Sam watches you shake, eyes rolled back in your skull as you clench around him. You so beautiful like this, the mother of his children strung out like a glowing, raw goddess.

The urgency of your hips slows as you wilt forward, nuzzling into his neck, trying to catch your breath. Sam wraps his arms around you and rolls you both over, his cock deep in your dripping pussy.

“You’re mine, Omega.” He grunts, thrusting forward, driving into you at a quick pace. He’s heavy, laid out over the stretch of your body, but the weight of him feels all-consuming and wonderful. He props himself up, pushing matted hair away from your sweaty forehead. He looks into your eyes, his rhythm never faltering. There’s a flash of tenderness behind his fierce stare. Before you were bonded he was all wild, everything was rough and urgent. just needing the release to calm the ache in his balls, but that was years ago. Now he has control, he’s mastered his own rut and knows how to stop himself for from pushing too fast and hard.

He kisses you, lingering for a moment at your pink lips as he asks for consent, “tell me what you want.”

“I want your knot Alpha, I need to feel it.” You roll your hips up into his as the ring of muscle around the base of his cock begins to grow, his knot swelling as the pump of his hips slow. Just as you feel him stretching you impossibly wide, he comes, spurting a familiar warmth deep within you. Sam jerks as he spills his seed, his mouth finding the scar on your neck where he first marked you, sucking at the healed skin.

You clutch at the back of his neck, he’s covered in sweat, heavy on top of you as his knot secures the two of you together. After a few breathless moments, he chuckles, he always laughs after he comes, says it feels too good not to. He flips you both again so that he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips as you lay over him, spent and trembling.

“It’s been a long time since we fucked like that.” He smirks self-satisfied, wiping a hand over his face.

“A year,” you affirm, rising up far enough to look at him, your hair falling down around your faces like a curtain. “My first heat in a year, since I was pregnant with Colin.”

“And probably your last for while.” He scrunches his nose happily, a calloused hand down moving your back, gripping a handful of your ass. “After tonight, we’re gonna have little ones everywhere.”

“Just how many children are you planning on?” You nudge your nose into his, still swimming in post-coital bliss.

“As many as you can give me.” Sam smiles, kissing you. You both feel his knot begin to recede, laying on his chest until your able to slide off him. You lie on your back, feeling his seed dripping out of your sex as your heat abates, at least for the night.

He reaches over. squeezing your thigh before getting out of bed to find his boxers. “I’m starving, you want anything?”

“Ice cream, there’s mint chocolate chip in the freezer.” You always need something sweet after sex, it’s your thing.

You watch as he makes his way over to the crib, admiring his sleeping baby boy. “We’re gonna have more, he’s perfect.”

“One more,” you pat your stomach as he walks toward the door, “I think you already got the job done.”

“Yeah,” his lips slip up over his teeth, a sinister smile washing across his face, “or maybe two or three.” He doesn’t give you time to respond before he slips out of the room.

[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer-Ch 7

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Cursing and fluff, mild angst

Chapter 7

You were a ball of anxiety on the couch that night. Chris wanted to ‘talk’ after he calms down. Welp it was nice to date him for 2 days anyway, also multiple kisses, yet you knew this was it. He wouldn't want to deal with your ex drama, and if Matt did go to the tabloids, it was easily deniable if the two of you had no contact. No proof, no pictures, no story. Honestly it was the smart play, it just sucked.

Chewing your nails to give your hands something to do while watching Chris’ new favorite drama series. You couldn’t even follow along with the plot anymore, making plans in your head to watch the episodes again without him, so you could be ready to watch more tomorrow night. Wait no, scratch that, he wouldn’t be here tomorrow night would he? Back to chewing.

The sound coming from the tv stopped, but it took you a few moments to notice, or at least that was the impression you got from Chris’ expression.

“You’re not going to be able to calm down are you? You’re worried.” He watches you nod your head and he lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...ok…” He mumbles seemly more to himself than you. His hand rubbing your arm with his that is slung over your shoulder. “It’ll be fine. I mean it’s been what? A week or so since we met, but other people do it all the time. It’ll be good.” Again it feels like he’s more talking to himself and not to you. It’s like he’s trying to convince himself that leaving you wouldn’t be hard since it was such a short time.

You felt very differently, but you couldn’t blame him, it was the smart thing to do. He was a freaking superstar and he had to protect his image and subsequently his job. Public perception was everything nowadays. You can feel your chest tighten and throat closing as you fight back tears that are inevitable. The feel of you stiffening in his arms has him look down at you, seeing you start to break down. You watch as his jaw locks and he pushes you off the couch, standing up as well.

“Go pack a bag. If it has you this upset we’re not staying here.” Your eyes snap to him, wide and confused. “I don’t think he has another key but if you’re are that worried that it has you crying you can stay at my place for a night or two, at least until you can decide what to do.” You don’t move from your spot near the couch. “I’ve got a spare room, don’t worry.” He smirks. Did this mean he didn’t want to stop dating you? “Was there something else that you’re worried about?”

“You said we were going to ‘talk’. I just had my ex break into the apartment he’s technically paying for, see you and recognize you and admit we’re dating, while trying to get back with me, probably just so he has a place to live, and you said you wanted to ‘talk’. In what universe is that not ‘we’re no longer dating’?”

“Shit did I use the ‘T’ word?” Chris winced.

“Yeah, ya did.”

“I just meant about you and him and the key situation with the housing. If you were going to stay here or we needed to look at more places, security systems, that sort of thing. It never even crossed my mind to not see you again.” He stepped into your space and placed his hands on your neck and face.

“Huh...you’re kind of strange you know that?”

“I’m sure I’ve been told that before. Probably will be again.” He smirked.

“It would be smart to not see me anymore. Make life for your manager a lot easier, so he doesn’t have to catch a story if Matt is stupid enough to leak the information.”

“He needs a little excitement in his life. I’m such a boring celebrity. He should be put to the test to see if he can handle a scandal.”

Your arms are now around his waist as he places a kiss on your forehead. “You know you called me your girlfriend earlier.”

“Caught that did you?”

“Were you trying to be subtle?” A grin on your face.

“I learn from the best, or worse in this case.” You slap him on the chest but end up hurting your hand instead, which just makes him laugh, but he kisses your hurt palm anyway. He grows quiet for a moment, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently. “Even though you were thinking of something else, did you still want to come to my place? Until you can get the locks changed at least?”

You’re chewing on your lip again and look at your feet. “While I would feel more comfortable not being here until that happens, that’s an insane step to offer. You barely know me. You can’t possibly be comfortable with this.”

“But you would be, right?” You shrug, not looking up. “We’ve known each other the same amount of time, why do you get to be comfortable letting me into here but I can’t be comfortable letting you into my home?”

That has you glancing up, eyes narrowed in a very ‘really? It’s very obvious why I would be more comfortable.’ look.

“Hey I could be a bad person and I just interview well.” He counters, which makes you giggle snort.

“Are you sure? Like 100%, die on this hill sure?”

“Having to ask that many times makes me less sure....” He laughs. “Yes, go pack a bag. You can call the landlord to get a locksmith out here from my place.”

“She actually lives on the first floor. We can stop by on the way through if she’s home. I think it would be easier if I explained the situation in person.”

He nods and you move into the bedroom to pack a bag. Making sure to pack clothes for the next day and some pjs, along with your toiletry. When you come out, you see Chris has grabbed a few of Popcorn’s toys and treats and is currently looking through the cabinets for his food.

He holds up Popcorns bowl. “Are you out?”

“No, he’s just a spoiled little shit that now will only eat the refrigerated food. The bag’s in there.”

Pulling the little plastic bag from the fridge, he puts that in the bag with the toys and treats. “I think I’ve got him all set, what about you?”

“Thanks and yeah I’m good.” You smile and suddenly get nervous. It didn’t actually hit you to what you were agreeing to until right now. Yes it seemed necessary, your ex invading you space and then raging over Chris being there, not a safe situation if he came back, but this was going to his house. If he deemed you crazy, you would know where he lives. It was a much bigger step than a phone number that he could change at any moment. This was a trust you’re not sure you deserve.

The dogs get their leashes back on and you tote the bag with Popcorns items, and Chris took your bag, while he grabs your hand with the other. You get down to your landlady’s apartment and knock on her door. A dog barking and a muffled “Shhhh” on the other side, let you know she’s home.

“Hey Ms. Daniels. I’m sorry to bother you, but I need something done on my apartment.”

Her smile is pleasant and she looks from you to Chris, who is standing a few paces behind. She was familiar with the situation with your ex and was sympathetic. “Sure, did something happen?”

“We got in and found Matt in the apartment. He apparently didn’t give back all the keys. Is there anyway we could get a locksmith out here and change them? He said it was the only copy he had left, but he said the same thing before.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. Your name is on the lease too so I just need one of you to sign the work order. I’m assuming you’re not staying there at the moment.” She asked, eyeing the duffel and leashes in Chris’ hand.

“No I’m staying with…” You glance behind you. “A friend.”

“Alright dear, I’ll text you when it’s done. Let me go get one of the order forms for you to sign.”

Once the paperwork was done, you thanked Ms. Daniels again and headed out to walk to Chris’ apartment.

“I’m sorry again, this wasn’t how I was expecting our night to go.”

“You can stop apologizing.” Chris squeezed your hand in his as he said it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s still early. We can make up for it.”

He tugs on your hand, stopping you in front of a building, a nice building, a very nice building. Even with it being only a few blocks away from your own apartment, you can see the difference in the neighborhood and the details in the building itself. It all screams expensive.

There is an actual doorman that opens the door for you and Chris. He even has the little hat and outfit that you had only seen in tv shows. Tipping his hat with a polite “Mr. Evans” and a smile to you, Chris says a quick hello before leading you to the elevator doors.

Once the doors are shut, and you are alone in the little box, you turn and fully face Chris.

“You have a doorman.” Your tone flat, almost accusing.

“Yeah….?”

“He has an outfit and a little doorman’s hat.”

“And?”

“I didn’t know those existed.”

“The doormen or the outfit?”

“The outfit, specifically the hat.”

The doors open to a short hallway, at the end of which is a single door. You look around and don’t see any other rooms or doors. Swallowing, you hold Popcorn closer, trying hard to not think about the fact he has a full floor to himself.

“Why the hat?” His question seems out of place now that he has gotten the door open and ushered you inside. Dodger running around, excited to be home. Taking a moment to get your bearings and to pet the insistent Dodger, you use the silly conversation to hide how awkward and uncomfortable you’re feeling. It’s hitting you again just how very much out of your league he is.

“It’s adorable. I think I want one.” You set Popcorn on the floor and remove the leash quickly. He’s starting to get annoyed with Dodger sniffing him and jumping around and you know he wants to go hide somewhere.

“Exactly when and where would you wear it?”

“I’m sure I can come up with an eclectic outfit to pair it with. Or better idea! You come in from a long day of shooting and I’m just standing around in a set of lingerie and the hat. Sexy right?” You giggle and turn back to him to see him frozen at the door. Crap you went too far.

He shakes himself a bit before he answers. “How about no to the hat. Although the other, you are more than welcome to do any time.” A hand smacks your ass as he goes past you, further into the living room, earning a yelp and a groan from you, your whole body growing hot. You shouldn't have started it, because now you didn’t know how you were going to survive a night at his place.

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[1dffchallenges]

Pure Coincidence

Written By: @tinyfelthat

Characters: Katharine/Louis

Summary: Katharine (literally) runs into Louis while getting coffee on the morning she and two of her best friends are leaving town for a wedding. Little does she know, she'll be seeing him again, and sooner than expected.

Author’s Note: I threw this together at the very last minute, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Warnings: Some language

Pure Coincidence

On the day we left for Boston, it was raining and I’d run out of K-Cups for my coffee.

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FRIDAY, ABOUT 8:45 AM, PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA

I was supposed to meet Marnie and Niall at their apartment (after we graduated, they immediately moved in together, and I was so happy for them). I never minded being the third wheel, because they always made sure not to exclude me, except on their date nights, of course. Instead of heading straight to their place, I had to stop at Wawa for a cup of coffee, because I was doing all of the driving. We were taking my car, after all. As luck would have it, I walked straight into somebody while trying to open my umbrella when I was leaving Wawa, and I spilled my coffee all over both of us.

“Hey! Watch it!” he snarled at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t see you. Can I buy you a coffee to make it up to you? I have to replace mine anyway.” I gestured with the empty coffee cup in my hand.

“Yeah, okay,” he said as we walked in. “But watch where you’re going next time. I have to go home and change now. I’ve got a long drive ahead of me and I don’t want to spend the whole time sticky and smelling of coffee.”

“Me too! I’m headed to Boston for the weekend with my two best friends. We’re going to a wedding.”

“No way. I’m headed up the same way for my cousin’s wedding. Well, third cousin. Twice removed, maybe? I don’t really remember. He’s a really cool guy, though, from what I remember. But I haven’t seen him since we were in elementary school. I was really surprised he invited me. He even made me a groomsman.”

“Huh. Well, ours is a friend from college. She’s having a huge wedding, and the invitation said open bar, so I am ready for that, especially considering that the groom’s best man is my ex and I’m a bridesmaid.”

“Hmm, that really sucks.” The guy sipped his coffee. “Thanks for the coffee. I gotta go back and change otherwise I’ll get caught in traffic and won’t make it to the rehearsal dinner.”

“Okay,” I said. “Good luck with the wedding. I hope your cousin is as cool as you remember him being.”

FRIDAY, ABOUT 12:15 PM, SOMEWHERE ON I-95

“Ugh, I gotta pee,” Marnie complained. “Find the nearest rest stop.” I glared at her in the rearview mirror, and she reluctantly added, “Please.”

“The next rest stop is in two miles,” Niall said from the passenger seat as we passed a sign that said so. “Marn, can you make it two more miles?”

“Yeah, okay.”

There was a silence for a moment, so I said, “Did I tell you guys why I was late this morning?”

“Actually, you didn’t,” Marnie said.

“So, I was out of K-Cups.”

“As you often are,” noted Niall.

“Yeah, anyway, so I had to go to Wawa for coffee. And I was trying to get my umbrella to open as I left and I walked right into this really cute guy. Coffee all over both of us.”

“Mhm,” chorused my friends.

“Well, I offered to buy him his coffee to make up for the fact that I’d spilled mine all over the both of us, and we talked for a little while we were in line to pay for the coffees…”

“Coffees, plural?” Niall asked. “He had other people with him that you offered to buy coffee for?”

“No, dumbass, I’d spilled mine all over him, so I needed a new one too. Anyway, he’s going to Boston for a wedding this weekend also.”

“No way!” Niall said. “Did you get his number?”

“Nah, he was in a rush and I didn’t get a chance to ask him for it. I don’t think I even got his name.”

“That’s terrible, Katharine,” Marnie said. “Do better next time.”

I pulled into the rest stop and said, “Do you guys want anything to eat? It’s just about lunchtime.”

“Yeah, I could eat.” Niall answered, as Marnie said, “Sure, but I gotta pee first.”

“I gotta pee too,” I said. “But then we should get some slices of pizza. Are you guys good with that?”

They nodded, and Niall added, “I’ll get gas while you two use the bathroom and I’ll meet you in there.” We all got out of the car, and Niall got in the driver’s seat while Marnie handed me my purse. He leaned out the car window. “See you in a bit.”

He drove off, and as we walked in, I said to Marnie, “Whoever is done first should get in line for the pizza.” She looked over at the growing line and agreed.

A few minutes later, I was drying my hands on a paper towel, and walking out of the bathroom, when I spotted the guy I’d spilled coffee on that morning getting in line for coffee. I stopped, briefly, staring. Or at least I thought it was brief, because the next thing I knew, Marnie was standing next to me. “Earth to Katharine!” she said, waving her hands in front of my face. “Do you need more coffee?”

“Yeah, probably. You won’t believe this, but the guy I walked into this morning is here.”

“What?!” she exclaimed.

“Shhhh,” I quieted her. “You’re going to blow our cover.”

“Cover?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t really want to make him think I’ve told you about him.”

“But you’re going to go talk to him, right?”

“Okay,” I said uncertainly, “What do I say though?”

“Fancy seeing you here? I don’t know! Just be yourself.”

“All right. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll meet you at a table.” I started walking away.

“And don’t forget to get his name!” Marnie whisper-shouted after me.

I got in line behind the guy, and feigned surprise. “Wow! Who’d’ve thought we’d end up at the same rest stop after this morning?”

He turned around, shock registering on his face. “Hmm, I think you’ve been following me.”

“I don’t even know your name, let alone what kind of car you’re driving,” I teased.

“Louis Tomlinson,” he extended his hand. “And you are?”

“Katharine Redwood,” I said, and we shook hands.

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you Katharine,” Louis said.

“Likewise. I gotta get back to my friends though. I promised we’d get some pizza. I know it sucks at rest stops, don’t look at me like that,” I added as he made a grossed out face at me.

“At least get sandwiches instead. The pizza here is so sad.”

“Yeah, but it’s a tradition we’ve had since college, so…”

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” he said. “Go, get back to your friends.”

“I need one more thing from you before I go though,” I said, my voice surprisingly not wavering despite how nervous I was. “Your number.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Gimme your phone.”

I surrendered my phone to Louis and he punched in his number. He handed it back with a coffee emoji next to his name and I laughed. “Here, let me text you so you have mine.”

K: Katharine Redwood

Now you have my number too

L: Thanks. Saving you as a contact :)

I gave Louis a wave and returned to my friends, who, of course, had been watching us interact from afar with rapt interest. They also had gotten me pizza while I’d been talking to him, which I really appreciated.

“So?” they asked.

“His name’s Louis and I got his number.” They cheered and I shushed them. “Shut up! He’ll hear you.”

“What kind of name is Louis, though? Is he French or something?” Marnie asked.

“What? No. I think he’s probably from Philly, like us. Somewhere near there, anyway. I assume. I don’t actually know.”

“Sounds kind of pretentious if you ask me,” she said.

“He didn’t name himself,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Marnie agreed as we finished eating.

We got up, throwing away our trash, and walking back to my car. We climbed back into the vehicle and got back on the highway.

FRIDAY, ABOUT 2:00 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

“I don’t know why we decided to drive instead of flying,” I complained. “I can’t find a parking spot anywhere.”

“Just go to a parking garage, Katharine,” Niall chided. “Honestly.”

“But it’s for the whole weekend, and they’re so expensive.”

“We’re splitting the cost, remember? Let’s just find one and park in it,” Marnie agreed with her boyfriend.

“Okay, fine,” I conceded.

I drove into a parking garage, and found a spot. We got our suitcases out of the trunk, and walked the few blocks to the hotel where the wedding would be held. We got our room keys, and made our way to our separate rooms. When I got in mine, I set an alarm on my phone and collapsed into the bed for a short nap.

FRIDAY, ABOUT 5:45 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

I woke up suddenly to someone pounding on the door. Disoriented by my surroundings, I sat up slowly, and looked around, my eyes landing on the digital clock on the nightstand.

“KATHARINE ARE YOU ALIVE IN THERE?” Marnie shouted, her voice muffled by the door. I got up and threw the door open. “Shit,” she cursed. “You’re supposed to be ready by now! We have to be at the rehearsal dinner in half an hour!”

I looked down at myself, and looked back up at Marnie in her dress, made up perfectly, and let loose a stream of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush.

“We can do this,” she mumbled. “We can do this,” she repeated, more confidently. “Go take the fastest shower of your life, and I’ll get out your dress and your make up.

“Okay,” I mumbled, still half asleep.

“Get in while the water’s still cold,” she instructed me. “You need the shock to your system to wake you up.”

I nodded and gave a pseudo-salute.

FRIDAY, EXACTLY 6:11 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

Breathing hard, Marnie and I ran out of the elevator and into the ballroom. The rehearsal dinner was only for the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and close family of the bride and groom. We, thankfully, did not have to wear matching outfits for this, but Niall was not allowed to come, even though he was Marnie’s date, because there were ‘already too many people coming to the dinner.’

“We made it!” I choked out.

“Yes, and you’re actually on time,” Lily, the bride, said, sounding a little surprised.

“Actually, we’re four minutes early,” Marnie corrected her, looking at her watch.

“Hmm, so you are,” Lily agreed, and floated off to greet someone else.

Marnie and I found our seats at the table, and I looked around. I was glancing around the room, trying to gauge which of the younger men might be single, when I locked eyes with someone familiar. Rob, my ex and the best man, was standing across the room staring at me. I saw him making his way over so I turned and tried to make conversation with Marnie. Unfortunately, she was engrossed in a conversation with Lily’s sister.

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath. We’d had a messy breakup and I didn’t really want to talk to him. I’d broken up with him and I knew he was still in love with me. Every time we ran into each other, it was beyond awkward, and I was the one who had introduced him to his best friend, Oscar, the groom, which is how he ended up as the best man. Every day leading up to the wedding, post-breakup, I cursed myself for having made the introduction.

Before Rob reached the table, I pulled out my phone, desperate for a distraction and a way to ward him off. I ended up texting Louis, out of all the people in my phone, hoping that his rehearsal dinner wasn’t about to start, like mine.

K: Hey, hope your cousin hasn’t turned boring :P

L: Haven’t gotten the chance to say hi to him yet actually

Running late

K: To your own third (?) cousin’s rehearsal dinner??? Shame on you

L: Yeah I know

I’m one of the groomsmen too

K: How’d that happen?

I thought you said you hadn’t talked to him in forever

L: Idk

I think his fiancee wanted a huge wedding with a big bridal party

And he didn’t have enough friends or something

K: Oops

L: Anyway I gtg I’m about to get to the hotel restaurant where they’re having the dinner

Marnie shoved my shoulder. “Stop looking at your phone. They’re about to start serving the food. What’re you so smiley about anyway?”

“What?” I said, looking up. “I’m just texting Louis.”

“Oh, setting up a booty call for later?” she winked.

“God no! I was just trying to avoid having to talk to Rob.”

“Well, you’ve been successful. He’s over there talking up one of Oscar’s cousins. Looks like he’s trying to set up a post-dinner hook up.”

I snorted. “He’s not that smooth, I promise. Watch.”

As we spied on the interaction from afar, Oscar’s cousin slapped Rob across the face.

“Ooh,” Marnie cringed, “That’s going to leave a mark.”

“It’s what he deserves,” I laughed.

Just then, the door to the hotel restaurant burst open, revealing Louis. “Sorry I’m late!” He apologized to the room at large.

“You’re all right,” Oscar called to him. “They haven’t started serving the food yet. Just find your place card.”

Meanwhile, I’d gone wide-eyed. Marnie turned to me and asked, “Isn’t that your guy?”

“Mhm,” I squeaked.

Thankfully for me, I wasn’t seated anywhere near Louis and was able to avoid him for the rest of the evening, escaping to my hotel room as soon as it was acceptable.

SATURDAY, ABOUT 2:15 AM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

I was having trouble sleeping because I was worried about the Louis situation and the unfamiliar bed wasn’t helping. I was going to have big bags under my eyes in all of Lily and Oscar’s wedding photos. I got out of bed, and texted Marnie to see if she was awake. She was, so I grabbed my room key and padded over to her room down the hall. She’d told me Niall was snoring like a lion so I would have to knock loudly. I banged on the door and got no response, so I hit it a little harder. Finally, I heard some movement from the room. The door opened to reveal, not Marnie or Niall, but a disheveled and sleepy Louis.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry Louis. I was trying to find my friend’s room. She must’ve given me the wrong room number,” I said in a rush, backing away from the door slowly.

“Katharine?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I squeaked.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I was looking for my friend Marnie’s room, but she gave me the wrong room number.”

“Oh. Okay. G’night.”

“Good night, Louis. See you around.” I went back to my room.

Somehow I knew that Marnie had found out Louis’ room number and given it to me in place of her own, but I was too tired to care. My trip down the hall had actually made me sleepy, so I got back into bed and fell asleep immediately.

SATURDAY, ABOUT 3:45 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

“So, Katharine, you’ll be walking down the aisle arm in arm with Oscar’s cousin Louis,” Lily told me. A weird look must’ve crossed my face because she added, “You know him?”

“Not really,” I said. “Only in passing.”

“Mhm,” she said, only half paying attention, as her hair was being done, and she was reading off a list of bridesmaid/groomsman pairings.

I was church-ready, as was Marnie, so we sat together amongst the five other bridesmaids, including the maid of honor, who were all gossiping about single men they were hoping would be at the wedding. Finally, after I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned to Marnie and asked her, “Did you give me Louis’ room number on purpose last night?”

“No!” she said. I glared at her. “I swear, I didn’t realize until you hadn’t shown up after ten minutes that I’d given you a wrong room number.”

“Then how did I end up at his room?” I asked angrily.

“Pure coincidence,” she said.

“There’s no way.”

“Face it Katharine, the universe is throwing the two of you together for some reason. And I think I know what it is,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

SATURDAY, A LITTLE BEFORE 6:00 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

We were lining up to walk down the aisle when I caught sight of Louis looking pretty attractive in his tux. While I was staring, he looked up and I turned red, embarrassed to be caught in what I was doing. Shock registered on his face, and then he mouthed “Is that really you?” at me.

I nodded slightly, so as not to mess up my carefully done hair.

The music started, and we linked arms and walked down the aisle. He said something to me as we were walking, just before we separated and went to our separate sides of the altar, but I couldn’t hear him over the music.

We took our places, then the music swelled, and Lily floated down the aisle, arm in arm with her father. She looked radiant. I took a peek at Oscar and he was smiling and crying and looking like it was the best day of his life.

They had written their own vows. Oscar went first and his were touching and beautiful, but there were a few lines in Lily’s that stood out to me more than any other bit, despite its simplicity. “It was pure coincidence that we sat next to each other in that lecture hall on the first day of that semester. And it was pure coincidence that we were assigned as partners on the final project, given that we sat nowhere near each other for the rest of the semester. But it was no coincidence that we fell in love, because you really are my other half.”

By the end of the ceremony, all the bridesmaids and groomsmen were crying. We were given a few minutes with the makeup artists before we went outside to take the wedding photos. It was a chilly day in early October and it wasn’t long before I was shivering in my strapless dress. Louis sidled over and offered me his suit coat, which I accepted gratefully.

“I saw you crying during the ceremony,” he said.

“Your eyes weren’t dry either,” I noted.

Ignoring me, he continued. “You look beautiful in that dress. I tried to tell you in the church but I guess you couldn’t hear me over the music.”

I blushed and nodded. “Thank you.”

“Is that douche of a best man really your ex?”

“Unfortunately.”

“How long were you together?”

“Too long,” I said. “Oh, no. He’s coming over.”

“No, he’s not,” Louis said. “Oh, shit, never mind, he is definitely headed this way and he has murder in his eyes.”

As Rob approached, he bellowed, “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY GIRL?”

“Um, I’m not your girl,” I said. “We broke up in January, in case you forgot.”

“Besides, Katharine’s not a girl, she’s a woman,” Marnie said. I hadn’t seen her come over and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“I’m Oscar’s distant cousin, Louis,” Louis said, calmly, “And I saw that Katharine was cold, so I offered her my suit coat. I didn’t even know her name until yesterday.”

Rob deflated a bit. “Doesn’t explain why… never mind. Fuck you Katharine. You too Marnie. And you too Louis. Or whatever the fuck your name is.” He stomped off.

“Thanks for helping me get rid of him, you guys,” I said.

SATURDAY, ABOUT 9:45 PM, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

I was tipsy. Not enough to completely lose my inhibitions, but I was a little looser than usual. That had to explain why I was dancing with Louis the way I had all night. The wedding reception was drawing to a close. I’d had too much to drink closer to the beginning of the party, but for the most part, that had gotten out of my system due to the near-gallon of water that I had also had.

The night was bound to end with me in Louis’ bed or him in mine, but that’s not what I wanted. I mean, I kind of did, but I’d had way too much fun with him, dancing and talking and making fun of Rob striking out with every single woman he tried to hit on.

“Go on a date with me when we’re back in Philly,” I whispered to him during a slow dance.

“Okay,” he whispered back, then kissed me softly.

***

The night we danced together for the first time, it was cold and I’d run out of explanations for how we’d met.

[killianmesmalls]

Life As We Know It, Ch. 5

Summary: Just when the Jones brothers feel like their lives are where they should be—Liam is graduating from the police academy and Killian is just a couple years away from graduating high school—they get some news that turns their whole world sideways. An AU where Liam, Milah, and Bae are alive and help Killian navigate the unexpected world of being a young, single father.

Warnings: In previous chapters, mentions of date rape and Eloise Gardener, as well as a decent amount of swearing. In this chapter, references to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit for anyone unfamiliar) in case that might upset anyone.

Chapter: 5/?

Chapters 1 & 2, Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Tagging: @hollyethecurious, @kmomof4, @courtneyshortney82, @spartanguard, @ashley-knightingale, @branlovestowrite, @wyntereyez, @hapartshapchap, @gusenitsaa, @artistic-writer Let me know if you want to be tagged and I’ll add you!)

Also, thank you to @gusenitsaa for reading over it for me!! 

Liam was confident he’d seen some of the worst places: their parents’ bedroom after their father went on a bender, various homes that morphed into one another in the memories of his foster care days. Those were a different kind of terrible, but this one? This white room and all the beeping computers and ailing infants? He was sure now that nothing was worse than the NICU.

He watched Killian sitting in the chair by the plastic incubator, his eyes unblinking as he focused on his child. A daughter, they discovered. Born at thirty-three weeks, the doctors had informed the teenage father her prognosis looked good, she just needed some time to strengthen her lungs and immune system. The positivity in their voices was lost on the younger Jones, though, as he stared at the four-pound infant he couldn’t hold like he’d imagined for months. Seeing her little chest struggle to breathe, wishing nothing more than to have her in his arms and tell her it was okay...

Liam wished so much to take all the concern and all the pain away from Killian and his newborn. With everything else they’d been through, this seemed beyond cruel. If the elder brother still believed in a god, he’d be cursing him or her to the depths of hell. 

Just then, a little twitch of the sleeping child’s hand and Killian was up like a shot, eyes glued to her tiny form. Her arm jerked and suddenly a little whimper followed by a tiny, high-pitched cry. 

"Shhhh, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he insisted, putting his hands inside the compartment, letting her little hand wrap around his index finger. The strength of her grip eased the knot twisting in his stomach, and he even managed a smile as she began to quieten. 

A breath Liam wasn’t aware he’d been holding escaped, and he took the time to look around at the other infants unlucky enough to spend their first weeks here. Their new addition was luckier than some, he knew. Just a few feet away lay another child no more than three pounds, struggling each day just to make it to the next. He closed his eyes and hoped to anything that might be listening, whether he believed in them or not, that their yet-to-be-named bundle would see home soon, as would the other children fighting their own battles near her. 

Thank the bloody stars for the nurses and doctors. One in particular had kept them apprised of every stat, every little milestone, every minute detail of their girl’s progress. It was about the only thing holding them together. 

“I think she’s hungry,” said Killian. “Nurse Tilly said this could be one of her hungry cries. I think? Right? Think we can try again to get her to eat? Hopefully this time works better than last one. She seemed to get the hang of it a little.”

“Yes, she seemed to,” replied Liam. “She’ll get there, Killian. We just need to give her a little time. And, also a name.”

“Oh, he’ll think of something,” the nurse said as she entered, giving Killian a supportive wink. “I’ve seen plenty of babies here without a name for quite some time. Can’t rush genius, Uncle. Daddy over there is just trying to be sure the name she’s given is the one his little daughter happy with, isn’t that right?”

Killian nodded, never taking his eyes off his little girl. A daughter. He had a daughter now. And one that was looking to be his and his alone if everything got settled as Weaver promised it would. 

Liam could see those wheels turning in his brother’s head, feeling the same in his own. They’d be this girl’s family. Now more than ever, as the nurse offered to settle her in his brother’s arms so he could attempt to feed her this time, the elder Jones could sense the immediate change in their family and almost see what was to come: Killian being indulgent and curious with her, Liam spoiling her slightly behind his back, maybe one day a bigger house with a playroom. One day maybe Killian would find someone to build a relationship with. Hell, maybe he would, too. They could make a family again. The foundation of something new was brick by brick being put together with every breath of this new addition to their lives. 

 “Alice,” Killian said suddenly, jerking Liam out of his thoughts. 

“What?” 

“I….I want to name her Alice. After—”

“Mam.”

Killian nodded, looking at Liam for a moment, a small smile stretching over his lips at his brother’s small nod of approval. 

“Alice it is. Any thoughts on a middle name, if you want one for her?”

Killian paused before looking up to the nurse that had kept them both sane and might as well have had magic with everything she had done for Alice since her sudden arrival into the world. 

“Tilly. Alice Tilly Jones.”

Cries. More cries. So many cries. 

Killian groaned on the couch in the living room where they’d set up the crib as there hadn’t been enough space in his room for it. She’d been home for two days and still the paranoia wouldn’t leave him, though exhaustion was starting to battle with it and he silently begged for Alice to try to sleep so he could rest just a little more. 

When another shriek escaped her, he rose to his feet, nearly bumping into the edge of the couch on his way to her. “Alright, little miss, you have my attention.”

He lifted her carefully into his arms, bouncing her slightly and feeling the fullness of her diaper. “You’re full of it more than your uncle is.”

“I heard that!” Liam groggily called from the other room. 

Killian smirked into Alice’s peach fuzz-covered head, carrying her to the changing table. “Looks like you’re not the only baby in this house, Al.”

“I heard that, too!”

“I meant for you to,” Killian replied, careful not to be too loud and further upset his baby. 

His baby. Still, settled at home with a crib, car seat, stroller, and various other items gifted to them by Liam’s work friends and Weaver’s station, Killian had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that Alice was here. She was his, and his already upside-down world was now twelve kinds of sideways. 

He still had tests to take, classes to finish, a job to get… A life to get in order. A life for her. Yet, even here, changing her and listening as her wails calmed, bringing silence once more to the early morning hour, Killian pushed away his concerns to plaster a smile on his face. He could worry when she couldn’t see him, when there was no risk of his anxiety reaching her. 

Once she was set with a clean diaper, Killian lifted her back into his arms and wandered to the kitchen, preparing a bottle as he’d been taught and, at this point, felt he’d practiced ad nauseum. Still, the butterflies of “what if” fluttered around his stomach, and that nagging wonder of if he was doing this all wrong came rushing back. 

“No, I got this. I can do this. Right, Al?” 

She fussily twisted in his arms, and he tested the bottle’s contents before pressing it to her lips, still breathing a sigh of relief when she latched onto it. He could feel the burning exhaustion still hanging on his eyelids, but the peacefulness of her eating made him feel strangely grateful for these late night moments. 

He took a deep breath, smelling the top of her head and letting this new world sink in. Her own eyelids began to droop, and a different kind of flutter went up from his stomach and straight through his chest. 

“No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together.”

Killian had seen some of the worst places, ones that morphed and stretched from his childhood to that beeping NICU. He hoped against hope, against logic, that was the last terrible place his Alice would ever have to see. She was home now, safe, and his. 

His daughter. Finally it began to feel real.

[woolleyluciscayde]

Destcember Day 6: In The Vanguard

Meds suck and so does mental and physical exhaustion but the grind never stops gamers and neither will this train! Hopefully I won’t have to take anymore meds after this week is done but without further ado, here’s the next entry for Destcember!

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Ash always knew that getting together with Cayde meant she’d be seeing a lot more of the Vanguard. Ikora welcomed her company anytime she was in the command centre, but Zavala wasn’t so warm in his acceptance of Ash and Cayde.

“Aw c’mon Big Blue, whats not to love about her?! She’s smart, beautiful, funny-“ Cayde began, trying to defend Ash.

“And a distraction to you. Which is very clear to me.” Zavala snapped. “You’re clearly more focused on her than you are on your work. Which should be your priority. Not a dalliance.”

“She’s no dalliance, Zavala. She’s my girl, and my god if you say one more bad thing about her-“

“You’ll what? Golden Gun me? Cayde, you and I both know that whatever you’re doing with Ash is nothing more than to sate your own appetite for the time being.”

“Oh don’t be so cruel Zavala. We all have feelings, wants and needs in this world, even us Guardians. Is it so wrong Cayde has somebody he cares for and someone who cares for him?” Ikora defended.

“Not when it’s distracting him. It’s clear that from the state of his paperwork-“

“Oh? You mean the paperwork that’s all nice and tidy and ordered and done?” Cayde interrupted, ready to gloat. He watched as Zavala read through every report, every piece of documentation needed, and stared at it in disbelief.

“Who did you pay this time Cayde?” Zavala growled.

“Nobody, actually. See there’s one thing about this ‘dalliance’ as you put it, and it’s that she knows me. Knows how much I hate paperwork. So she sat down and helped me with it. Simple. Still think she’s a bad idea? To be honest, most of the Tower consider her as a second Hunter Vanguard. I think you should just give her the job now and help me out.”

Zavala was speechless. He knew he had no leg to stand on. He knew how powerful Ash was as a Guardian, one of the most skilled Arcstriders in the system at that, if not the best. She was a valuable asset, but her status with Cayde and her tendency to get into trouble bothered him.

“Yes. I do. End it.” Zavala snapped, and he left the room, leaving Cayde speechless with Ikora, who was the same. Unsure of what to do, Cayde left as well, descending some stairs until he reached the small terrace that sat below the main courtyard of the Tower, right by Banshee’s weapons shop. And he sat there, not moving for hours.

“Hey stranger.” A voice called out to him, and he looked up to see the warm hazel eyes of Ash staring back at him. “Thought I’d find you here. Ikora told me Zavala drilled into you about me?”

“Oh. Yeah. He just... thought you were a bad idea for me. Kinda got to me.” Cayde sighed, patting the concrete next to him for her to sit down on.

“Well clearly Zavala’s just jealous you’ve got someone and he doesn’t. You really gonna let him dictate what you do?”

“Course not. I just... wish there was a way to show him how much I truly care about you and how much I love you.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll think of something, Six. You always do.”

As it turned out, Cayde didn’t need to invent something to show Zavala how much he loved and cared for Ash. Because the next morning, as Cayde was scanning over scout reports, a distress signal came from Mars.

“Identify yourself Guardian.” Cayde answered immediately.

“This is Mashia-4! I’m in the Hellas Basin but, there’s a problem sir.” The Exo told her Vanguard.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was out here with Ash Toriel and uh, she went into a cave in Olympus Descent to check out a Hive ritual and to try and disrupt it but I heard something rumble from inside and she cried out and now I don’t know what’s happened to her or her Ghost!”

Cayde’s heart sunk fifty stories into the ground, steadying himself by gripping onto the terminal he was using to communicate with the Exo Hunter.

“A-Any idea where abouts in Olympus Descent this is?” He asked, breathing heavily.

“It’s right near the entrance but, I’d hurry sir, it sounded like the cavern collapsed.”

Cayde wasted no time in coordinating a rescue squad, with himself leading the charge. As he went to leave, Zavala walked in and stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Cayde it’s still early morning, back to your post.” Zavala ordered.

“I can’t Big Blue. There’s a Hunter trapped in Olympus Descent, gotta go help them out.” Cayde protested, and he continued on his way to the hangar. Ikora followed, having heard of what was happening, and so Zavala ended up joining them on the icy red planet.

Cayde sprinted over to the cavern entrance, blasting the rocks clear with a spare stick of dynamite he had on him, and then he began to dig along with the other two Vanguards, deeper and deeper until they came across the now broken Hive Ritual, with a mound of rocks near the centre.

And sticking out from underneath it, was Ash’s boot. Cayde quickly began to shove the large rocks aside, and once Ash was free, she sat up with a gasp, Cayde wrapping his arms tightly around her to assure her everything was alright.

“Shhhh. I got you. You’re okay sweetheart I’ve got you and I’m not letting go.” Cayde promised Ash as she sobbed a little into his shoulder, aching from the pressure of the rocks digging into her bones and muscles.

But Zavala could see how genuine he was being with Ash, how much he truly did care for her, and how much he loved her. And so he let it all go. Instead, he clasped a hand on Ash’s shoulder and smiled.

“Perhaps having you in the Vanguard isn’t such a bad idea after all, Ash.” Zavala noted. “It’s clear how much Cayde loves and cherishes you, so it’s clear that you’re quite capable of keeping him in line. Now go home. Get some rest.”

And as Zavala watched the two Hunters go, he noticed how close they were. Arms linked, hands held and Ash’s head resting on Cayde’s shoulder. He knew at that moment that they were true partners until the very end, and he had no right to stop that.

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More Second Year Stories

Like I’ve mentioned before, I see the second years milling about my gyomushil and the hallways, but I’ve only managed to befriend a few of them. I talked about two girls before in my previous post, and this post is dedicated to two boys. 

Student 1

The first time I “met” this second-year student was when he was coming out of my classroom when I was about to start class. (Some of the second years use my classroom to study when I’m not teaching) Usually, the second years just scadaddle outta there but he made eye contact, smiled, and bowed on the way out, so I remembered him.

For the next couple weeks, every time I bumped into him again in the hallways he would always smile and greet me enthusiastically. After maybe the third or fourth time, I decided it was time to figure out his name, so I asked the other teachers in my gyomushil during break time one day.

“There’s this second-year student that always waves to me, but I don’t know his name,” I explained to the Korean literature teacher. Unable to come up with any other way to describe him, I held two fingers over my eyebrows cuz the kid has bushy brows. The other teachers all wanted to try to guess who it was, but I couldn’t confirm even if they guessed it right. Then the Korean literature teacher pulled up the student roster with everyone’s pictures. I flipped through and found him. “Ah, him!” I pointed and the Korean lit teacher took one look at who it was and started laughing.

Other teachers: 왜? 왜? Korean lit teacher: (in Korean) Hahaha, try to guess. Other teachers: [name]? Korean lit teacher: Yup Other teachers: *bursts out laughing* (something about eyebrows in Korean)  Chemistry teacher to me: How does he greet you? Me: *demonstrates with wave* Chemistry teacher: Oooh. For us he always bow like this!! Hahaha so polite.

Two weeks later, on the Friday after finals were over, I glimpsed him walking by a pillar as I was on my way to the bathroom. To my surprise, he saw me and turned around. We waved and he was just about to say something when another teacher called his name and he hurriedly took off the street shoes he had been wearing and stood to get lectured.

The following Monday, I saw him again in the gyomushil talking to another teacher. I had no classes that day and was mindlessly doing quizlet flashcards on the 100 most common Korean verbs (I’ve been doing this same set for months now orz) when he suddenly appeared next to my desk. “I’m boring,”* he announced.  “I want to practice English with a native English speaker,” he continued in near-flawless English. “Can I practice speaking with you?”

“Yeah…!!” I hadn’t spoken to anyone that day besides a hello to my co-teacher so I was thrilled. “Anytime!!”

“Is right now okay?” He wanted to know.

We talked for about ten minutes, and I found out that he rooms with some of my first years in the dorm, wants to go to Korea University, listens to ONE OK ROCK, and is on the first season of Boku No Hero. I also showed him the blackout poems my first years did. “Where are the boys?” He asked, flipping through to find his roommate. “Ah, here,” he said as the neatly lined black ink turned into scribbles and scrawls. When he finally found his roommate’s poem, he read it and said, “I don’t really understand it…but I guess that’s poetry, right?” I looked over and saw that his roommate’s poem was indeed nonsensical. “That’s right,” I agreed. “Poetry.”

And now we’re friends! Yay! Too bad all the current second years are moving to the fourth floor where I’ll never see them again…

*For those of you who aren’t ESL teachers, it’s a common mistake for students to say “I’m boring” when they mean “I’m bored”.

Student 2

The first time I interacted with this character was also when he came into my classroom. It was so early in the semester that I wasn’t even sure if he was a second-year or one of my first-years, but he came in, told me “Teacher, present,” and dropped the sketchiest piece of bubblegum I had ever seen in my hand. The hot magenta wrapper was slightly coming off and the whole thing looked like it had lived the better part of its life sitting forgotten in the pocket of a winter coat during summer, only now to emerge once again. “Wow,” I said, taken aback but grateful. “Thank you!” Sketchy gum or not, it was still one of the first presents I had ever received from a student, so I kept it.

Two months later, I noticed a second-year standing in front of the door of the gyomushil. I made eye contact with him and tilted my head in question. He copied me so I tilted my head the other way. He copied that too. Amused, I watched as he waved and disappeared. Moments later, he came in through the other door of the gyomushil. “Shhhh,” he told me dramatically as if we were spies together on a high stakes reconnaissance mission. “This is for you.” He whipped out a Chupa-Chups lollipop. “Wow! Thank you!!” He smiled and turned to leave but I called him back. I kept a stash of candy at my desk for any student that comes to talk to me outside of class, but since no one ever comes I just started eating them myself. “Here,” I tossed him a candy and his entire face lit up.

I later learned (from the Korean lit teacher again) his name. I read off his name tag the next time I saw him, and I noticed it was purple, indicating he was on the disciplinary committee. “Yes,” he told me proudly. “I’m special.”

Then, last week. All the other teachers were at a meeting, and I was left alone to defend the fortress. He and his friend came in. He wanted to use the broadcasting system, but I didn’t have the authority to grant him permission so I engaged him in conversation instead. After a while, his friend said something to him and dragged him over to my desk. They both pointed at something on top of my bookshelf, so I went over…and saw that they were gesturing to that very same piece of gum I had gotten several months back.  “He gave it to you,” his friend told me. “Oh! Yes! I remember,” I half-lied, because I hadn’t remembered his face until now. The two boys laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

The next time I saw him, he brought along another friend. He introduced his friend to me and insisted that his friend wanted a tea packet. His friend shook his head. I turned back and asked him if he was really telling the truth, and he nodded vigorously. I then switched to Korean and asked “진짜? 정말?” His eyes got really wide and he laughed sheepishly and said, “Ah…no.” then ran away with his friend.

That brings my second-year friend count up to four!! I will miss seeing them around next year since third-years become literal living ghosts once the new school year starts.