#its coming off at the corner now and i dont want to risk any sort of shit happening

[thewordsofanerd]

got a new phone since the back of my old one was starting to fall off... only downside of this new one is the lack of a headphone jack, meaning i have to wait until xmas for the wireless headphones the mothership got me

[jangofctts]

Thing for Trouble (boba fett x fem!reader x din djarin) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)

Rated: explicit 18+

word count: 7.6k

warnings: threesome, smut, thigh riding, oral female receiving, handjobs, unprotected sex (dont be a deadbeat, wrap that shCMEAT), light choking, throne fucking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, pet names, sub? din? more likely than you think (also lmk if I missed any tags!)    

a/n: yall im sorry this is such garbage but kjkwejh here we be. I hOPE YOU ENJOY THE CIRCUS. thank you to everyone who’s encouraged this so COME GET YALLS MANDO MEAT  

There isn’t much when he it comes to Tatooine and fun things to do. There’s pod acing, drinking, Sabaac tourneys, more podracing, gambling and scavenging. Unless there’s a festival or some wild event, you’re stuck with boredom and whatever you can scrounge up for fun in the palace. 

Now, don’t get it wrong—if you had it your way, you’d spend every waking hour trialing behind Boba, but you don’t want to smother. Fennec too—while you enjoy her company, you know that half of the reason she sticks around is Boba’s order for your protection. Kinda ruins the fun when you know she probably only tolerates you because she’s being paid to. Eh whatever—doesn’t stop you from tagging along on as she runs errands in town—besides, today you actually have a reason to be here instead of loitering like a lost puppy. 

Fennec tells you to be safe and com her the second trouble rears its ugly head and disappears into the weapons shop—muttering about her prized rifle being jammed or something. You don’t know, all you hear is that you have the entire afternoon to yourself to hunt down your oh so elusive prize. Star cherries.    

The markets are always vibrant. Jam packed with people from each and every corner of the galaxy, hundreds of booths and stalls selling their wares that varies from foods to jewelry to even bounty services. Tempting as is it is to peruse the sparkly rows of dainty necklaces and rings or inspect the vast array of beige ponchos and manilla undershirts—you have a purpose. A once a year chance you refuse to let go to waste.   

The shabby booth is tucked near the end of the street, the mountain of the little red fruits looking comical compared to the withered old lady who sits beside them. She flashes you a gap-toothed smile, the crowfeet wrinkles surrounding her eyes scrunch with the movement. “Ah! I was wondering when you’d show, dear.” 

“Hello, Mrs. Feraan,” you greet, bending at the was it to kiss her wrinkly cheek. The old vender was one of the first kind souls you met here when you arrived on Tatooine. In return for a couple compliments or an offer to be the lab rat to test her new recipes for pie or tarts, she hooks you up with the best of the cherries—handpicked with love. “How’s business today?”

She waves her hand in dismissal, her silver rings glinting in the sun. “Same as always, child.”

Eventually you work your way through the pleasantries and a couple, long winded tangents. The sort that only old people can flawlessly spin and keep you engaged. Trials and tribulations to earn your prize—you don’t mind sacrificing a couple hours.

Finally you’re allowed to walk away—cherries in hand and exceedingly eager for your sweet snack. Unfortunately, suffering through Mrs. Feraan’s old childhood laments is not the only bump in the road you have to face.       

Granted, it is your fault—not looking where your feet are taking you—

Your temple crashes into something agonizingly hard. You swear you hear a quiet bonk when your skull collides with the mystery material and fucking hell—you probably have a concussion from the force of it. 

Unbothered by your probable brain injury, you’re far more concerned with the cherries spilling onto the ground and so, as you flail and dramatically topple over—the brunt of your fall is cushioned by your shoulder. Something pops and yeah, ok, maybe you just tore a ligament but—kriffing worth it for the cherries you miraculously saved from their dusty graves.     

Your temper flares as you spot the dirty brown boots pointed in your direction. Maneuvering yourself up so you don’t also get trampled by the crowd, you bare your teeth and put on your best impression of a terrifying force of nature despite the fact you’ve been knocked flat on your ass. “What the fuck—“

The words shrivel up and die upon your tongue as your eyes slide up the stranger’s legs, broad shoulders sporting the shiny armor that twinkles in the midday suns. They then settle on an all too familiar helmet. Well, sorta—you’re familiar with a certain red and green one, not the equivalent of a wearable disco ball.

You squint as the stranger’s head dips to look at you crumpled at his feet. You dust yourself off and point an accusing finger. “Fuck is your problem standing in the middle of the road?”

The stranger quirks their head. “You ran into me—maybe you should watch where you’re stepping.”

The raspy voice is a striking sound. Mellow and silky even as it passes through the vocoder and dresses it in static charm. Some of your anger melts away—maybe this is the friend Boba was talking about—it’d make sense. They’re wearing the same type of armor…  

You shake your head and shove down your pride. You don’t think Boba would appreciate you chewing his ear off. “Sorry—you’re right.”

As you readjust your clothes and precious cherries you introduce yourself with a tiny smile. Yet just as you're about to ask him his name he interjects with a step forward. You flinch away but all he does is sweep back a strand of hair from your forehead, revealing a little nick in the skin. You hiss as his fingertips scrape against it--great, an actual head wound. “Are you alright?”

Maker—here you are, after yelling at him and he finds it in him to be compassionate. You wave away his concerns. “Y-yeah--peachy.” 

He apologizes with a dip of his head and words soaked in regret and fuck--now you feel bad. You wrack through your brain and search for last ditch attempts to fix this little mishap and settle with a half baked idea. It’s dumb--but hey, if it works, it works.  

“Seriously, it’s fine. But I mean, if you’re so worried, how about you walk me home and we call it even?” You propose, sticking out your hand to seal the deal. If your assumptions are right, he’d just be tailing you the whole way home anyway. “I’m headed towards the palace, so if it’s not too much out of your way then—“

He hesitates and interrupts by taking your hand. “Alright. Deal.” 

You smile. “Lovely.” 

On the return trip, Din is quiet—tells you his name and responds to your conversation fillers with interested hums—but other than that he remains on the silent end. Intriguing with a rounded softness unlike the armor he wears--a man of mystery much like  a certain someone who awaits you back home. Well--Din is less grumpy--by a long shot...but still. It’s easy to spot some of their shared similarities.  

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Upon arriving at the castle you part ways with Din before he reaches the throne room--you’re not too excited about showing off your new battle scar yet and while it was an accident, making an entrance with Din will make it far too easy to link the injury with him. Besides, you don’t wanna risk scaring off your new friend if Boba decides to showcase that tightly sealed lid of anger and brutality. 

Instead you take the long way around the palace. Soon, muffled voices carry through the long corridors, growing louder as you work your way back from the kitchens. You round the corner, catching glimpses of Boba and your new friend through the pillars that prop up the low ceiling. You don’t meant to spy, but you do so anyway, hesitant on interrupting.     

That is...until Boba cocks his head to the side and settles his eyes onto the pillar you hide behind. “It seems we have a little shadow with us today.” 

You suck in a breath as your heart skips in a thrumming pace. Boba addresses you by name and crooks his fingers in a lazy motion for you to step out into the light—revealing yourself to the small party of two. “Come here, little one.”

The low light catches off of Din’s helmet with a glittering sparkle when he swivels his head. The tiny, warped figure of yourself reflects in mirror-like pieces of smelted beskar as his shoulders pull tight with recognition. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the smile that threatens to crack across your face at bay. Boba is no fool—he excels in the subtleties of shifting eyes and clenched fists to hide anxiety or closely guarded information—sickeningly familiar with your own quirks and tells, but—  

There’s no reason to reveal Din’s little secret—not yet. Boba called him a friend but you truly have no clue what the depths of that word entailed. Friend could mean anything from a casual acquaintance, to an old childhood bond, and or anything in between. You sigh and brush past him, mentally congratulating yourself for keeping a cool mask of indifference etched into your features. If Din wants to open that can of worms then so be it—you weren’t the one offering to walk random people home. 

You step onto the dais and slide your free hand into Boba’s outstretched palm. The worn leather tickles up your forearm and locks over your elbow, silently demanding you to sit on his lap. There’s plenty of room to both sit on the throne but no—Boba prefers you tucked against the cool metal of his cuirass. You grunt as the bowl of star cherries you cradle dangerously dips when Boba adjusts your weight over his thighs.  

His fingers pull back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear and then spider along your jawline. The ends of his mouth quirk as Boba pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, capturing your undivided attention. “I don’t like it when you lurk in the shadows, little one. You’re allowed to listen.

You huff. “I know—but lurking is fun.”

Boba releases your chin with a scoff. “Foolish, girl.” You dip your chin with a sheepish grin as heat rushes to your cheeks. You briefly forget about the tiny nick adorning your right temple, the only thing you were trying to keep hidden—but Boba is all too quick to notice. “What is this?”

He pushes your hair out of the way of the cut, inspects it, then curls his fingers around your jaw to demand an answer. You refuse to let your eyes wander over to Din—what a dead giveaway that would be—and instead muster up enough courage to hold the weight of his stare. 

“I tripped at the markets,” you say—not a complete lie. “It’s just a little scratch—no biggie.”

Boba squints in suspicion and grumbles a soft hm. You feel his chest rise and fall with a deep sigh—he won’t argue about it right now. Not a battle worth his while when you’re keen on keeping the full truth behind a wall of teeth and anxieties. Boba’s hand falls away, gestures to Din who still stands stiffer than a stature, then lays it over the golden armrest. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our guest—“

Din tips his head in acknowledgement. 

“The rightful ruler of Mandalore,” Boba continues. “Din Djarin.” 

Din Djarin…despite already knowing his name (or half of it, at least) you like the way it rolls off the tongue—like how it’s seemingly made to be repeated and carved into the walls of some ancient script. Your knowledge on all things Mandalorian is…limited to say the least but you know enough about the rumors. 

“Isn’t Mandalore supposed to be haunted?” You don’t mean for your words to be a pointy jab to the ribs but regardless, it strikes a tender chord within the Mandalorian. You wince as Din shifts his weight and clenches his palm—a long story. “Sorry—I—I’m sure your home is lovely, all I know about it are dumb ghost stories about evil wizards and laser swords.” 

The blood under your cheeks burn red hot. Great. Not only are you a complete bantha brain, you’ve also managed to sound like an impudent child. Boba soothes a thumb over your thigh as you curl into yourself—bastard. He thinks this is funny.        

“It’s not my home,” Din responds, albeit tentatively. “Never been.”

Your brows furrow. Alrighty then.  

Boba snorts and shakes his head. He mutters something in Mando’a and lazily waves his hand, dismissing the line of conversation entirely. It was turning into a dumpster fire anyway—   

With a slow exhale, you remove yourself from the discussion and instead tuck your head under Boba’s chin. The beskar is cold against your cheek but it feels nice against the sweltering midday heat.  

Their conversation fades in and out as you rest your head over Boba’s cuirass, listlessly picking through the bowl of fruit for the ripest ones. You sigh—the next cherry you bring up to your lips is intercepted as Boba’s hand clamps around your wrist and redirects it into his own mouth. You don’t find it in you to be grumpy about the stolen treat when Boba’s tongue slides over your sticky fingers. Still holding your wrist captive, he sucks the tip of your thumb into the warm heat of his mouth and curls his tongue around the digit. Your index finger is given the same treatment before your hand is returned. The beginnings of arousal spark to life below your belly, and fuck—that shouldn’t have been so…so…hot. 

Din’s smoky baritone fades into background noise as the entirety of your attention zero’s in on Boba’s mouth. You purse your lips and suck in a shaky breath, then return your hand to the bowl to fish out another fruit. You don’t need any guidance this time around as you bring the cherry to his mouth—the crimson juice spilling down your palm and part of your arm as his teeth pierce the fragile skin. You breath hitches as Boba dips his head, catching the bead of liquid running down your arm with the tip of his tongue, then swiping s a slow trail up, and over the lines of your palm. He plants a careful kiss there, then breaks away. 

Before you have the chance to reach for another one, Boba plucks a cherry from the bowl and rests it against the seam of your lisp, inviting you to partake in this little game he’s created. A wicked smirk curls over his mouth as you accept—the tart flavor of the fruit spilling over your tastebuds as you chew and swallow. A little wine escapes you as his leather-clad thumb rolls over your bottom lip, bushes past the barrier of your teeth and seats the digit into your mouth—all the way down to the third knuckle. 

You hardly notice the moment Din’s voice tapers off into silence—much too enraptured with the taste of leather and the smooth feel of it over your tongue. You gag slightly when Boba’s thumb reaches the back of your throat, then retreats just as slow. The string of saliva that still connects the digit to your wet mouth, drips over your chin and part of your lip, eliciting a jagged, echoey breath that crackles through Din’s vocoder. 

Boba grins—something that better belongs on a sneering jackal just about to pounce on unsuspecting prey with needle sharp talons, rather than his face. His eyes drift up to address his guest. “Do you see something you like, Mand’alor?”

Din’s head jerks, averting his gaze to anywhere but the throne. He murmurs a weak apology and shifts his weight to his other leg—acting as if he were to look at you a second time, it’d burn him to a crisp or force him to confront Boba Fett’s wrath. Obviously, neither thing would happen, but Din still remains unsure with his foothold in this situation.   

“I see how you look at her,” Boba drawls—not an accusation, just a statement brought to light. Boba’s hand drops to your thigh, the warm weight of it resting just past your knee as Din swallows his nerves and returns his gaze. “It’s alright—a pretty little thing like her is bound to turn heads.” 

A blush hotter than wildfire licks up your cheeks as Din nods in agreement. “She’s beautiful…you’re a lucky man.”

Boba’s grip on your thigh hoards you closer to his chest. He is and he’s fully aware of that fact, but there’s no need to admit such a thing when it’s so blatantly obvious. A lull in the conversation creates a palpable tension—nervous energy and a choice to let this is fade into nonexistence or…or breathe life into that flickering ember of unsaid desires.     

Your heart leaps into your throat when Boba shatters the silence and addresses you. “You’re awfully quiet, princess…what do you think?”

He’s placing whatever this is into your hand and leaving you to call the shots. You’ve always been a troublemaker and there’s no will or way as to why you’d stop now. You look between your lover and Din as a smile curls over your face. “I think…if he’s so interested—why not give him a show? After all, he did bring me home—he deserves some reimbursement for the trouble.”

Boba’s shoulders jolt with a chuckle. “How chivalrous.” You shiver as he strokes the back of his finger down your cheek. “Fine, as you wish, little one—go play.” 

Giddy excitement bubbles through your chest as Boba offers Din to take a seat on the edge of the dais. Din still has an option to escape, to slip through the cracks and pretend this never happened—but stars, you hope he stays. Din takes a step forward, then another—and another until he’s standing before the throne. He studies the raised edge and gingerly takes a seat. 

You abandon your bowl of cherries onto the forearm of the throne and slip off Boba’s lap. You drift over to Din, his gloved fingers clenching and unclenching as they rest over his thigh plating. He’s purposefully avoiding your eye as you kneel beside him—still locked onto that niggling fear that this could be some sort of trick or test in resolve.      

Smiling sweetly, you skate your hand over his knuckles—guiding his large palm to your waist and then under and up your loose shirt and bra. Din mutters a curse as you place his palm over your breast. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Pleased with his reaction, you peel off your shirt and bra, breath hitching as Din pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Same—I think…”

With a bit more bravery backing his movements, Din pulls away briefly, shucks off his gloves and encompasses both your breasts. They’re warm and calloused, riddled with silvery scars that stand out against his brown skin, a storybook of past battles—won and lost—all equally important to the fibers of his being that stitch him together into a whole. His hand whispers down the length of your ribcage, no doubt feeling the thrum of your heart beating wildly against the cartilage and bone. It tickles over the swell of your hips then—        

“You said you wanted to give him a show,” Boba drawls behind you, a sharp twinge of hostility lacing his words. “So enjoy the show, Mand’alor, ’nd keep your hands to yourself."

Din recoils at the verbal reprimand and drops his hands speedier than a flash of lightning. You frown and throw a glare over your shoulder. Bastard. Boba quirks a brow and runs his thumb over his lip, the edged sparkle in his dark eyes taunting you into challenging him. You huff and turn a cold shoulder. 

“Sorry, Din,” you purr, scrounging up any and all back up plans to keep you both entertained. “Seems my king isn’t as generous I thought.”

Din withers a bit at the catty remark, keeping his lips sealed tight as Boba growls your name in warning. You don’t pay him any mind. 

You puff up your cheeks and release the air in a steady stream, as your eyes scrape over Din’s armored thigh. Ok—you can work with that. It wouldn’t be breaking any rules…not technically. You step away, paw at your waistband and let the breezy fabric pool over around your ankles, your underwear quickly joining the pile. 

Now bare, you return to Din’s side, his careful inhale distorted into choppy static as you straddle his thigh. He lifts both hands, intending to grab at your waist, but pauses midair. No touching. You lips tilt with a smirk as he clenches his fists and pins his hands to the cool stone instead, an attempt to curb that urge to reach for you. His shoulders knit together when you mold your hand in the gap between his shoulder pauldron and cuirass to give yourself some sort of balance—obviously not used to a soft touch.  

You lower yourself and hiss through clenched teeth. It’s fucking freezing. Goosebumps rush up each limb as the wet warmth of your cunt meets the frigid beskar—the chill much colder than you initially expected. It’s one thing to touch the beskar with an open palm and another thing entirely to feel against such an intimate part of yourself. Din’s visor drops to look between your legs as you give your hips an experimental roll. 

It’s different. You’re used to hardened muscle and fabric, or your own fingers while pleasuring yourself. Your breath hitches as Din’s thigh twitches, the smelted seam of the cuisse bumping against your throbbing clit. 

“Sorry,” Din mumbles, “Didn’t mean—“

“It’s ok,” you smile, rocking your hips to ease into the sensation. “Just surprised me.”

The pace you set is slow, careful not to overwork your nerves as your arousal blooms and metastasizes like simmering coals low in your groin. With each lecherous pull of your cunt against his thigh, the beskar begins to warm to the temperature of your skin—the wetness between your thighs abating the friction and making the surface slippery. A low gasp escapes you once you find the right ridge and angle that just grinds perfectly against your aching clit. Your fingers dig into the cowl of Din’s cloak. 

“Shit—feels good.” Like your voice and little moans jumpstart Din’s ability to move, his large hand drifts to the front of his trousers—an already sizable bulge tenting the dark brown fabric. You squeak as Din's leg jolts for a second time, a burst of dizzying ecstasy wracking up your spine with the choppy movement. 

You suck in another raspy breath as your attention drops to his hand that cups his cock and palms himself through his trousers. You chew your bottom lip and clench your fist gripping his cowl, still gyrating your hips over the beska as Din hooks his thumb into his waistband and pulls them down, slow as molasses. 

Fucking hell—he’s bigger than you initially imagined. Flushed a rosy brown, and half hard already, twitching as Din wraps his fingers around the thick length. Din lifts his head, gauging your interest or disapproval—but kriff—who the fuck would ever be unhappy with that sorta heat he’s packing? You bite your bottom lip, scouring your brain for ideas to convince Boba into letting you taste Din—but your plotting is abruptly cut short. 

Boba sits up and off the throne, his presence looming over your shoulder as he lowers to one knee. You shiver and arch your neck, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as Boba runs the fingertip of his pointer finger down the side of your cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself, princess?”  

You nod, eyes fluttering shut as Boba opens his palm and cradles your jaw. You groan and roll your head back onto your shoulders as Boba snakes one hand around your hip and jolts you forward and down—disrupting the slow rock with a catastrophic interference. Unrefined bolts of plasma shoot up your spine as desire licks up thighs—you need more. 

Boba dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You grunt when his teeth sink into your flesh, worrying a bruise into your skin. Boba laves his tongue over the throbbing area, then licks a wet trail up to the shell of your ear, all the while you continue to grind on Din’s thigh. Boba nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name—the sound sweeter than any symphony could ever hope to make. Like smoke over deep water or the surging crackle of energy just before a thunderstorm high up in the mountains. 

“You’re allowed to touch…” he says with a rough chuckle. “Go on.”

Your noise of agreement is quickly muffled as Boba interrupts you with a feverish kiss—all open mouthed and breathless as his tongue curls around yours. Your chest heaves for precious air as Boba retreats just as abruptly as it began. With a satisfied smirk ghosting over his lips, he taps you below the chin and returns to his throne to continue observing.         

Dropping your eyes between Din’s legs, his cock, hardened to its full glory and held casually in his  calloused hand, is truly a sight. Your pulse thrums in your ears as Din rolls his wrist and pumps his length, the velvety skin shifting over what looks like fucking beskar underneath. It strains towards his navel as you watch with wide eyes, mesmerized with the way he touches himself. 

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touch your hand to his wrist.  Din shudders like your skin is made of sizzling embers that’s broken off the tail end of shooting star—like you’re something too luminous and dangerous to be handled by someone like him. You lift your gaze, smiling into that darkened void of the visor and gracing him with a toothy smile. “Will you let me touch you, Din?”

He nods and utters a breathy yes. 

Fuck yeah.    

Din sucks in a stuttered breath when your hand circles around his thick length. His hips jolt into your palm as you slide your fist to the base then all the way back up. Precum beads over the tip, dribbling down and coating your knuckles with sticky wetness. It eases some of that friction as you fall into an easy rhythm, matching your rocking hips with each pump of his cock. 

Din’s stuttered moans fill the small space between you, dragging you closer to your release that’s suddenly so close. He whines as you abandon his length to chase after your high, your arousal leaking from your center and dripping down the sides of the beskar. Din takes his cock into his hands, fisting himself to your little show of breathy wines and rough jerking of your hips over his thigh. 

Din says your name attached with a broken moan and it’s over—    

Everything seizes up tighter than a jaw clamp as your tumble off that jagged peak of searing, white hot pleasure. It’s raw, sparking off like a blade to metal, burning you from the inside out as you cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing, your thighs shaking as you curl inward as if he punched you in the fucking gut. It feels like he did. Maker—the cool beskar against your throbbing clit is like you’ve been thrown to the mercies of an electrical surge. 

It doesn’t help either that Din is still pumping his length, hips stuttering as he brings himself to his own euphoric high. The air in your lungs seizes when a fragile groan, light and airy passes through the vocoder. Din rocks his hips into his fist, once—twice and then he’s throbbing and cumming into his hand. Hot ropes of his release splatter up his chest plate and parts of your thighs, his helmet nearly knocking into you as he hunches foreword from the intensity of it.     

Too exhausted to keep yourself upright, you smash your cheek against his cuirass, involuntarily twitching as the last little waves of pleasure prickle through the rest of your nerves. You whine as you watch Din move his hand to collect some of your wetness coating his thigh. He brings two fingers stained with your slick to the lip of his helmet, pushes it up with his thumb just far enough to sink the two digits into his mouth. He groans out a quiet fuck, and repeats the action, swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made and feeding it to himself. Your cunt clenches as you catch a sliver of his pink tongue that twists between his thick fingers.   

He groans and rolls his head back onto his shoulders. “Please—can I taste you? Fuck—I-I need my mouth on you.” 

Stars—the mere idea of it stokes the dwindling flames into a blaze of want. You look up at Boba and puff out your bottom lip. Pouting and begging hardly ever gets you what you want under normal circumstances—Boba Fett is more stubborn than a rancor—but you hope just this once he’ll be lenient.   

Boba holds out his gloved hand—summoning you to his lap without a lick of protest on your end. Din however makes a sound akin to a whimper when you leave him. Boba gathers you in his arms for the second time, the leather a strange sensation as it spiders down your ribcage and around your hips. You can feel his hardness poking into your backside once you settle against him—his chest plate a cold shock to your naked flesh. You shiver and bury your nose into the crook of his neck, poking your tongue out to taste him. Boba’s cock twitches under you as your teeth sink into him with a cheeky nip.   

“Is that what you want, little one?” Boba rumbles in question. His right hand glides lower, grabbing a handful of your thigh and squeezing. You groan and keen out a whine of affirmation. 

Boba cocks his head towards Din. “Well? You’ve got your wish—don’t keep her waiting.” 

Din shakily stands—hesitating with removing his helmet for enough time that you notice the silence that follows. The vocoder crackles as Din sighs. “Do you trust her?”

“With my life.” Boba states it without a second thought. Your heart twists, golden light spilling from  your lungs and staining your insides with devotion and fuzzy affection. You press a soft kiss over Boba’s jaw.   

“Is she…” Din speaks a word in Mando’a you have no hope to decipher—either no direct translation or he’s purposefully left you in the dark. 

Based on the way Boba almost imperceptibly tenses, you guess the latter. Boba responds with a grunt and an unsure dip of the chin. The answer is complicated—that much you can gather…you push it to the back of you brain for now. 

Din nods, inhales, and steels his nerves. Plastering his hands around the shiny helmet, he tugs it off with a slow reveal of dark, patchy facial, plush lips and wavy brown hair that falls around his olive skin. And oh, his eyes—soft chestnut brown eyes that hold such ache within them—lost things, broken bones, wearing his wounds like decoration upon his chest. Forged in the flames of war, risen from the ashes with murder and mercy rolled into one.      

You wish him a kinder future. One that doesn’t end with pain and a blaze of an unchecked wildfire—the same way how all heroes end up as martyrs.  

Though—right now—you can be the beginning of softer things for Din. You smile and invite him closer, a vortex of anxiety peppered with arousal as his eyes flit over your naked body. He sets his helmet to the side with care and drifts to the foot of the throne—fuck, he’s broad. Why hadn’t you noticed that before?   

Your mental berating is severed when cool air meets the wet heat of your cunt as Boba hooks your thighs over his knees, spreading you wide as far as your hips allow. Din’s unfiltered moan at the sigh of you, sends a volt of electricity through every vein. Din lowers himself to one knee, and then the other, shuffling between yours and Boba’s legs. 

“Can I touch?” He asks, soft brows raising in question. 

Boba lazily raises two fingers in a motion of permission. Your chest tightens at the sight of Din’s boyish grin—warm palms settling over the sharp bend of your knees. His thumbs trace soothing circles over the skin and right as Din decides to swoop down, Boba catches him by the hair atop his head and yanks. Din grunts—the long, arched line of his neck a tempting sight as he swallows. “No marks.” Din’s jaw clenches, but nonetheless, he agrees to Boba’s command. 

Boba hums in satisfaction and untangles his fingers from the mess of Din’s soft curls. Din’s brows pinch together for half a tick but smooth out in the next breath. No use being irritated—especially right now.   

As directed, Din leaves not a scratch. Instead he scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth along the insides of your thighs, threatening to catch soft flesh between them—but he knows better than to act on the urge. He laves his warm tongue over each freckle or blemish he finds, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered as licks a steady trail to his prize. Din mouths a warm kiss over the crease of your thigh, and smooths his calloused hands over your hips, settling for a moment to trace little circles with his thumbs onto the soft protrusion of bone there. Seemingly satisfied, he then shifts them closer to your aching cunt. His hot breath fans over your cunt as he uses his thumbs to glide through your folds, almost curious with his exploration. He makes a little hum of appreciation low in his throat when the pads of his thumbs part your soaking folds.    

You whimper and bury your face into the crook of Boba’s neck, his warm palms a much needed comfort as they tickle down your ribcage, then sweep back up to cup your tits. You cry and arch— Din’s tongue is scalding—like liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit. Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until you’re crying out, molten pleasure zipping through your abdomen. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hair—kriff. 

Fuck, you need more.   

Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are transfigured and molded into a vicious loop—beginning with those adoring brown eyes, the color of freshly tilled earth and the warmth of sunlight over dappled aspen leaves in the balmy summer afternoons. It ends with soft lips—rose petal pink with devotion crystallizing in his mouth like sugar—madness and uncertainty and lovesick desire is all that he is and you’re not sure if you’ll come out of this unscathed.    

He sinks two deliciously thick fingers into your clenching hole and curls them, only to retract them a moment later to shovel more of your wetness onto his tongue—as if simply using his mouth wasn’t enough for him. Like he needs to savor every drop of your arousal like the golden ambrosia the gods feast upon in their palaces of cloud and endless twilight. 

That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like he’s afraid you’ll fade away like a hand through fog—but you’re going nowhere. You’d stay here, suspended in time forever if the choice were up to you. 

You whine and arch off Boba’s chest plate as Din strokes and curls his fingertips, plucking little gasps and moans from you easier than breathing. He zeros in on that little spot that makes your leg go all jittery and forces out high pitched mewls that echo through the throne room. You’re careening towards another high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure. 

“Stars—Din. Close—I’m so close,” you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must sting—at least a little bit. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth. 

Your release zips through your body like a flash flood—quick and fatal that leaves you gasping for air and struggling not to let your head dip below the waves. Your high seeps into each limb until they feel heavier than lead. Fuck—it’s so hard to work through the muddled thought and remember where exactly you are. You groan and toss your head back as Din keeps going.    

“Another one—let me—“ He moans, opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go so he can devour more of you. You can feel the mixture of saliva and your own arousal dripping down your cunt and over your thighs, some of it pooling on the throne or onto the floor. Your thighs shake as Din pushes you towards another high.        

You squeak as Boba’s palm sweeps up your sternum, locking his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. The tip of his nose nuzzles into your cheek—silently demanding a well earned kiss as his hips rock into your ass, grinding his cock for the barest scrap of friction. You moan into his mouth as Din doubles his efforts, raw and bordering that serrated edge of overstimulation and ecstasy.  

Goosebumps rush over your arm as Boba places his lips right beside the shell of your ear. You feel the sticky heat of his breath fan over your throat and shoulder, and the way his lips skim your ear when they move to form the syllables of his words. “Such a filthy princess…”

You clench around Din’s fingers and moan a half garbled, “Boba—“ 

His weathered palm encompasses the entirety of your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “If only you could see yourself…dripping all over my throne and another man’s tongue.” Boba clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Depraved creature—cum for your rightful king.” 

Wildfire chars your insides as it begins in your core and sweeps through your body. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you buck and squirm in their arms—no mercy as the prickly waves of your orgasm make you hypersensitive to each touch. Even the hold on your hip, while innocent in nature, is blistering as if you suffered from a fever. You shudder as a salty tear rolls down your cheek. Boba catches it with his tongue as your ears pick up Din’s raspy praise—thanking you while spattering reverent kisses up your thighs. 

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you do spot the apparent wetness soaking through the front of Din’s trousers. Fuck—he—he came again while eating you out. You whimper and rest the back of your head over Boba’s shoulder.  

Your belly flinches under his scratchy facial hair as Din travels up, seizing and worshiping every inch he’s freely given before intercepted. He catches your nipple between your teeth, tugs a bit then moves to the other, lavishing equal attention with adoring lips and sweet whispers. When he reaches your collarbone, you’re boxed in against his chest plate and Boba’s. A blush blooms under your cheeks hotter than stare fire as Din gingerly sucks your earlobe into his mouth and breathes out a muted moan of your name—committing the very essence of you to his memory for the rest of his days. 

Your heart squeezes tight like a clenched fist when he mumbles another thank you. Plucking up a smidge of courage, he risks planting a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You blink—despite the sweetness of the gesture you wince as Boba snarls a curt phrase in Mando’a. Din peels himself away with a minuscule frown and slinks away.          

Yet before you have the chance to remedy the situation of wounded pride and territorial jealousy—Boba tightens his hold on your hips and flips you both, so that now your back is smashed against the seat of the throne, a bit crumpled and sorta folded in half. Your hips hang off the edge as Boba holds the majority of your weight, grinding his clothed cock between the apex of your thighs. 

“Don’t forget, princess—” Boba barks, slithering a hand up the column of your throat. You breath hitches as he lightly presses his palm down. “—what belongs to me.”

Reaching between you, he slides his gloved fingers through your slick folds and sinks two of them inside of your clenching center. You jolt as his thumb scrubs over your clit, still sensitive and edging towards too much. 

“You want me to fuck you here?” He asks, shifting his hold to grip your jaw instead—the rounds of his fingertips digging firmly into the flesh and bone. “Say it.”      

You gasp and scrabble weakly at Boba’s shoulders as he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. “Please, Boba! Please fuck me—I need it.” 

Boba folds over you, his breath fanning hot and hungry against your cheek. He devours your mouth with a discordant edge, like he’s trying to prove to the entire galaxy you are unmistakably his despite the fact you’re already wound so tightly around his fingers. Boba wrenches himself free and tears at his robe and trousers to free his thick length, leaking and flushed a rosy brown at the tip. He doesn’t keep either of you waiting as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something bigger.       

You both groan as he lines himself up with your entrance and sinks into you, a delicious stretch that leaves you shivering beneath him. “Fuck—so wet for me.”

The first roll of his hips makes an obscene noise that showers shame down your throat, but it’s quickly kicked to the back of your brain as he slams back into your cunt—obliterating all thoughts save for him. Boba’s lip curls over his teeth as he claws at your thighs and yanks them over his shoulder, crushing you even further between the throne and the weight of his body. Each stroke is a liquid fire, tearing you apart at the seems while at the same time stitching you back together and leaving your body begging for more. Like this, it’s as if he’s reaching the deepest part of you, pounding into your cunt and hitting every nerve with deadly precision. Your legs prickle with the stretch as you squirm beneath him, stuck with the brunt of rough thrusts and violent stamina with nowhere to go.   

“Bein’ such a good girl for me." He hums into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. He sucks a mark there and tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of you neck, forcing you into a steeper arch. “Maker, you look so fuckin’ pretty stretched around my cock.”

Your walls clench tight around him as you dig your nails into the fabric of his cowl. You voice cracks with airy moans—attempting to work through the haze of lust and respond. All that tumbles from your lips is a pathetic whine of his name—so close to that precipice again.    

The friction of each thrust scraping against your clit, the way he fills you and the possessive hand curled over your throat. You wiggle an arm between your bodies and rub the little bundle of nerves in a frenzied half-circle. You wheeze as Boba increases the pressure over your throat. 

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands as devastating ripples begin to spark through your core, a live wire an inch away from a puddle of water. “Tell me—“

“You! It’s you—“ You sob, desperate for another release only he can give. “I’m yours—“

Boba snickers and gives your throat another squeeze. “Cum on my cock.” 

There we go. 

You seize and cry out, violent shivers forcing your back to arch high off the throne and into his chest plate. It tears through your being, quick and deadly through your core, spreading to every nerve and shredding through it with molten pleasure. Boba’s voice is a gravelly scrape that vibrates next to your ear, sprinting towards his own deserved euphoria. Your climax still boiling through your blood, is dragged out as Boba continues thrusting—an endless echo that leaves you incredibly oversensitive sore. For the next few moments, his thrusts are too sharp, the grip he has on you too abrasive—but then he’s cumming too. A couple more rough jabs and then he’s seating himself deep inside your cunt, his warm release coating your insides with thick ropes. 

You’re panting breaths fill the air between you, settling like fresh snow over a silent wood. By the time Boba pulls out, leaving behind a sticky trail of his cum and your arousal over the throne, you’re toeing the line of hazy unconsciousness. 

“Such a good girl,” Boba praises, threading fingers through hair and tracing the lines of your face. The the soft drone of his voice mixed with Din’s gentle baritone, murmuring something you don’t catch, casts a dreamy haze over your reality. You’re not afraid that this could back fire and blow up in your face—to move inches from two serrated blades, each seeking for a taste of blood and flesh, is always a risk. But yet, the calloused hands and the sweetness of brown eyes reach through chaos and silence to offer you salvation. You take it with a smile. 

You should invite Din over more often…you think, as you slip into content sleep. 

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Family Isn’t Blood (Fatherly! Jack Sparrow X Reader)

Request: Hello i have an requests for pirates of Caribbean. Can you do one when reader is lik 16 and have no parents and a crew in Jack sparrow ship and he is like a father fiquer to her and she isl like a daughter to him but she is always mean toward him and once jack got in troble and she tried very hard to save him and succes and he is like teasing her about it. Sorry if its to long and its ok if you dont like it

 A/N: Probably super out of character, but I kind of like how it turned out so.

Growing up had been rough. You’d never had a place to call your own, as far as you could remember. Your parents had died when you were young, leaving you to fend for yourself and you had been on your own ever since. There was no sympathy in the world for a poor orphan child like you. Every day was spent trying to earn your keep, never staying too long in one place.

Then you bumped into Jack Sparrow.

It had been a complete accident. You were working on some of the ships in the dock, struggling to carry something probably, when his ship pulled into the dock. Ships were always pulling into the dock, you didn’t even look up from your work until, of course, he was right beside you trying to get you to tell him where things were in your little village.

“Please, can’t you see I’m trying to work?” You asked, slightly annoyed as you tied what felt like your hundredth knot that day. He looked around, then back at you.

“You’re a little young to be working in any capacity,” he pointed out. He wasn’t wrong but you were tired and stressed after a lot of work that day.

You picked up a box from beside one of the ships. “I’m thirteen, work is all I have, sir. Now can you please leave and get drunk somewhere else? I’m working here.”

Something about you intrigued the pirate that day, though you had never figured out what exactly it was. Some of the crew speculated it was probably the fact you reminded him a lot of himself, out fending for yourself. The world was a dangerous place on your own, nobody knew that better than Captain Jack Sparrow. He offered you a place on his ship, work that you could do with ease and a place you could basically call your home.

Maybe it wasn’t a traditional home that stayed in one place, but you didn’t mind. You could see the world and never even have to leave the deck.

Of course, you would never admit that to him. Sure, he had shown you a great kindness by letting you stay on his ship, but you didn’t need his help. If he hadn’t come along, you would’ve been just fine on your own. Plus, he was a drunk and he was always getting into trouble. You’d never spoken so much as a kind word to him since you’d stepped foot on the deck of the Black Pearl. There was no need. He knew you were thankful, and you knew you didn’t need to say it.

But now you were at a crossroads. It had been three years since Jack had taken you under his wing, even though you wouldn’t exactly call it that. You were pacing the deck of the ship, every now and then looking up to shore and scowling slightly. He had promised he wouldn’t be long, but he hadn’t been back for hours.

There were few redeeming qualities about Jack Sparrow, but he was usually a man of his word, no matter how bizarre that word was. He wasn’t off somewhere getting drunk and losing track of time, there was definitely something wrong. But the crew didn’t seem to think so, which left you in an odd predicament.

You could go to shore and drag him back yourself or wait and potentially risk getting caught yourselves by whatever had your captain.

“Captains orders, he told us all to stay put.” Gibbs watched you as you walked around the ship, grabbing things you might need and got ready to head to shore.

“Yeah, well he’s not here, is he? You stay here, just in case he does come back, but I’m going up there to grab him myself.”

You didn’t say what was unspoken. Jack Sparrow was the closest thing to a father figure you’d ever had, even though he was far from being the best one. He’d taught you mostly everything you knew about being on the seas. This wasn’t just a rescue mission so you could get back to moving, this was a rescue mission to save what little family you had left. You couldn’t be on your own anymore, no matter how much you hated to admit that.

There was definitely something off as you slowly slunk your way through the little town you’d stopped by. Everything was quiet, which was typical for this hour, but it still felt eerie. You spent a lot of time wandering, not knowing where you were going. Where had that stupid pirate gotten himself stuck now? You pushed a door open to escape some guards walking your way and turned, realizing you’d entered some sort of jail. There were cells and they were all full. They didn’t even look up as you walked by, eying them uneasily and gripping onto your rucksacks strap tighter.

“… There has to be another way out of here.” You mumbled, but there was nothing as far as you could see besides cells. There were so many cells, though the number of people inside each was quickly diminishing. You wondered briefly if this was where you’d end up if found here.

“(Y/n)!” A familiar voice called, and you whipped around, studying the cells closely. There was nobody there. You turned around to keep going when you heard it again. “Oh, come on, (Y/n).”

“Who said that?” You pulled out a dagger from your sheath, it was the only weapon you’d been able to find on such notice on the decks of the Pearl. You held it out in front of you, walking slowly back the way you came. As you walked, slowly and cautiously, a hand darted out to grab your wrist.

“Not sure what yer hoping to do with that,” the voice chuckled, amused and you let out a yelp, dropping the dagger. You looked up, glaring at Jack Sparrow as he leaned casually against the bars of his cell, flashing you a winning smile.

You let out an annoyed noise, bending down to pick your dagger up. “That’s not funny, Sparrow,” you snapped, tucking the dagger away.

“Not even a little?” He asked, grinning. You tried not to let your anger get the better of you. You were here to rescue him not kill him, though that was getting harder by the second.

Immediately, you bent down to get a good look at the lock that was holding him in his cell, ignoring any comments he made about enjoying his time in the cell. There had been a time where you had needed to know locks and how to pick them, it was the only you could get food. Though you were out of practice, you could still remember what you needed to do.

Reaching into your pocket for something to pick the lock, you found what you needed and set to work. He was quiet now; you could feel his eyes watching you as you worked on the lock. Even with his stare, you didn’t falter. You couldn’t falter. This was depending on you and you were going to give it your all.

The lock let out a click and you grabbed it, throwing it to the side. Pulling on the bars, they came open with ease and you tucked away your lockpick for future use, grateful that you’d still remembered how to use it. You gestured with your arms grandiosely, letting him know he could walk forward and join you.

He did, swaying slightly and you knew he was drunk. You didn’t say anything, but you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him the way you’d come, three years on the sea had made you slightly stronger than you’d been before. There was no place for weak, scrawny people on the Black Pearl.

“Ye came back for me,” he smirked, looking at you slyly from the corner of his eye. You scoffed and shook your head.

“The crew was worried. I was tired of hearing them whine so I’m doing something about it.”

“That’s not the only reason ye’re here, admit it.”

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and wrinkled your nose, but he was right. You paused. He stood there swaying and you stared ahead, at the door that would lead you back out into the little town. You felt tears threatening to fall, since when had you been about to cry?

You were only a kid, you reminded yourself, a kid forced to grow up way too soon.

“Fine, alright. I care, is that what you want to hear?” You asked, wiping your eyes before the tears fall, not wanting them to leave tear tracks. “You and the crew are the closest things I have to a family and I can’t lose another family. So just. Get your shit together.”

You grabbed his arm again and kept dragging him. No more words were exchanged the rest of the way back to the ship. He set sail immediately and you sat on the edge, looking down into the water. Somedays, when you weren’t feeling great, you’d contemplate jumping in and joining your parents. You don’t know why you never did.

“They’d be proud of you.” It was as if he could read your thoughts, he leaned against the ship’s edge beside you. You laughed bitterly.

“How would you know?”

There was a moment of silence, which made you inwardly snort. Of course, he was just saying that to make you feel better. He didn’t actually believe it.

“Because I know you and if they’re anything like ye, then they would be proud of who ye’d become. Also, because I’m proud of ye. Ye didn’t have to come back and save me, ya know?” He took a swig from the bottle of what you could only assume was rum. You felt your face heat up.

He wasn’t your parents and he could never replace them, what you’d lost was the chance of a normal life. The chance to grow up with love and support, to actually experience the joy of being a child. But, as he stepped away from the side of the ship, heading back to the steering wheel that Gibbs was managing in his stead, you had to admit to yourself; there were far worse ways to spend the rest of your days than by Jack Sparrow’s side.

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Breathe in the Salt - Chapter 22

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Beta reader as always is @thesnadger! Go read Something’s Different About You Lately and all her other fics!

Life goes on.

Martin is shaken from his thoughts.

Martin’s footsteps did not ring out against the interior of the lighthouse. The sound did not bounce around and up the spire to return in earnest, filling the hollow space with noise as he walked. Around him the walls absorbed every sound, every scratch of his pen. Or maybe he’d just learned to quiet himself. It was difficult to tell at times.

Whether or not the place had changed didn’t matter. The echoes had become a taunt over the dragging weeks, his own voice hitting the walls and bouncing back to smack him in the face. If there was a ghost in those walls, it wasn’t trying to talk to him.

There had been no sign of Peter since he’d spoken of Martin’s good fortune. Peter had wanted to avoid correspondence, no doubt about that, and the letter had sent him on another boating excursion that very day. If Simon were to send another message, there would be no one to give it to. The satisfaction almost made his mouth twitch. 

The boat trip could’ve been a cover, but Martin liked to entertain the idea of Peter jumping into a row boat and furiously paddling away from the shore just to escape the skinny little man who dared want to speak with him.

He even understood the impulse. It wouldn’t be so bad to sit in a little boat in the middle of the ocean if it meant avoiding the horrible old men in his life. He didn’t have to do that yet, not when he had a perfectly empty spot right where he was. 

The weather had worsened considerably, three days of heavy sleet pushing him home without stopping. If he ducked inside a shop he wouldn’t want to go back out, and he couldn’t hide forever. Therefore, when on that fourth day it was closer to a sprinkle than a torrent, he finally took the time to get groceries.

He recognized some of the faces in the little corner shop, several regulars seizing the opportunity to stock up before worse weather settled in. They walked around diligently, considering their needs for the next week and not risking side conversations that could end long after the rain returned in full force. There was no chitchat or calming music, only the squeak of rubber wheels on the cold tile floor. 

Martin focused on the task in front of him. Frozen foods, mostly. At least there was someone out there pre-packaging things for people like him who came back from work tired and hungry. He'd never had much reason to be ambitious with cooking,  and never terribly good when he did try. No wonder dinners had been such a sad affair, but he was the only remaining judge.

As he selected bags of frozen veggies, it hit him that he’d taken far too much. He stared at the white plastic packaging, frowned, and threw it into his basket. Stocking up on long lasting foods would save him trouble in the long run, and changing the budget would’ve been a pain. 

He continued from aisle to aisle, grabbing what his hands were used to reaching for from the shelves and weaving between people who were too busy browsing to notice him. If someone was blocking him, he could loop back around and let everyone get on with their business.

As he eyed some flavorless oatmeal he heard the tiny bell over the entrance ring. He sighed to himself and wondered how crowded it would get if he stayed too long. The balance between moving quickly and not interrupting fellow shoppers was beginning to grate on his nerves, each go-around making him more and more aware of the ones taking their sweet time. 

He went around again, the same backs turned toward him in different configurations. If he kept circling around other shoppers would take their place while he was gone. If he waited nearby he would look impatient and agitated. If he made the loop again more people might be lined up at the queue when he was finally done and then he’d be stuck standing in line even longer, which could make it even more likely that he’d get stuck in sleet if it returned and he’d spend even more time waiting with everyone else, and if someone started chatting with the woman at the register which was very likely then who knew how long-

Heavy footsteps squeaked in his direction. The person who’d just entered was making a beeline for his aisle. Feeling a tiny jolt in his chest at the approach, he reflexively glanced over to see the older woman from the Fairchild house wearing a sensible coat and some sturdy waterproof boots.

She did live in town, then. Of course she lived in town. The Fairchild house was still part of town. Not that he knew for certain she lived there, but either way she would need to buy food. Someone in that big house had to, right? He’d never seen Simon walking about and couldn’t imagine him running errands. At this point he should’ve expected her to be around town, he thought, as his heart slammed against his ribcage.

He didn’t know her name. Presumably she was a Fairchild, what with the way that family worked, pulling like-minded people into it rather than building outward. Otherwise, she was just a person. Just another someone.

Someone he was openly staring at, and who had finally pinned him with a look of recognition from the other end of the aisle. He gritted his teeth, turned on his heel, and hopped to the aisle over. He had food to buy and no need for more… whatever it was she might do. Really, he’d grabbed enough to last him through the week, so why stay any longer in the stale air?

To his relief the queue was empty. Of course as he walked back to the front with his basket full of microwave meals he recognized the cashier. She was a former classmate’s mother, someone he would chat with on his little trips to the shop. As he placed his items on the counter he recalled that he usually asked after her daughter.

No one really liked small talk, and he was sure there would’ve been no change from whenever it was he’d spoken to this woman last. That was fine. Speech wasn’t going to come easy with the way his lips stuck together. He paid for the groceries, took his paper bag full of food and absconded into the night air. 

It was then that he forced his lips apart to breathe, clutching the bag against his chest and walking down the road. He felt the need to wipe his glasses, but his hands were full.

He had only made it a couple of blocks before he heard a voice from behind. “It’s rude to stare without saying anything.”

He stopped and turned to see the woman a few meters away with her arms crossed. Words failed him, so he said nothing and hoped his confused expression was enough.

“What’s your boss been up to? Slinking around I assume,” she asked.

Holding the groceries closer to his chest, Martin lowered his eyes to the ground.

The woman rubbed her forehead. “Of course. Should’ve expected as much from someone like you.” After a brief pause, she continued, “Look, I’m not sure what your deal is exactly, being so clearly new to all of this, but if you’re this messed up when nothing’s happened yet I suggest you leave.” 

She must’ve seen some twitch or twist in his face, as she said, “Fine, do what you like. He must pay really well to make you stay this long.” Then she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and walked back toward the shop.

He felt like he should’ve yelled something back, let her know exactly how much her unsolicited advice meant to him. Tell her to piss off, or to jump back into the sky or whatever it was her stupid group did. 

But of course he couldn’t say that, not then, not with how he was sure he’d sound. It would have come out cracked and raspy, as if he were a teen trying not to sound petulant. And he knew better than to try and argue with a person like her who knew that she knew more.

Instead, once he’d walked far enough that she couldn’t possibly see him, he considered what little she had said. Was this Simon’s idea, using her to push him in some direction that would agitate Peter? Or was she acting of her own will and giving him what she thought of as useful suggestions from one person working for an evil company to another?

If she really wanted to be helpful she could’ve said something informative instead of being vague and weird about it. Who knew what any of these people were thinking? It wasn’t his fault they all wanted to be cryptic. And no matter what she thought she knew about his situation, there was no leaving for him. He could feel it in his gut, in his throat, as easily as he could feel the ice beginning to pelt him from above. 

Leave, she said. What would leaving look like? Being chased down because he knew too much. An empty stretch of road leading him to rooms full of strangers. Leaving someone behind.

The worst was how she looked at him when she said it. He could list out to her all his reasons for staying, but somehow she would know he was full of shit.

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Sasha: so there’s a wrench in things that’s taking longer than expected to fix, can’t get into the details but we’re working on it

Tim: should be back on track before you know it! 

Tim: so dont go making things exciting over there without us

Sasha: sorry to be cagey, it’s hard to explain

Martin’s mobile sat on the weathered wood of his front porch, his only light source besides the cracks around the front door. Giving the notifications a once over, he released a slow breath through his nose. It burned less than before, much less now that it had been a few days, and he’d come to an understanding that soon it would stop altogether. His own stubbornness exposed.

She couldn’t say she told him so. That was a sort of blessing.

When the light of his mobile winked out, everything was still but for the waves and the creaking of the old house. His old house. Its joints strained with the high winds and plummeting temperature, but it was built to last through such things. Each evening those noises greeted him when he walked through the front door and went with him to sleep, jolting him awake in the middle of the night with a loud snap as if the building had cracked its spine. The house persisted, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to complain about it the whole way.

Tim: in the meantime let us know youre still breathing

Tim: i know i ran out of material weeks ago but that doesnt mean you get out of pretending to think im funny

With a sigh, Martin picked up the mobile.

Martin: im fine

Martin: not much happening still

Tim: think the boredom will get you first?

He considered the message and then set the mobile back down next to him. The meeting with the Fairchild woman had been enough to drain him without him uttering a single syllable. Texting was easier but not by much, and he had nothing in him to keep up with Tim’s lighthearted attempts to engage.

The notebook tucked into his jacket had been the only good receptacle for words recently. His jacket protected the little record of his thoughts from the spray of water that slipped under the porch roof and misted over his glasses and hair and cheeks, blurring his vision and sucking the heat from his skin.

He found himself in a little bubble outside of time where clouds blocked out the sky and any hope of telling time with it. Fog hid the path up and away from his home, no entrance or escape from where he sat but for the wide expanse of salt water ahead. 

When was the last time he’d seen a boat on those waves? The trek down the cliffs would’ve made dragging one to the shore a pain, and there were no other homes left down on the rocky beach. Had they owned a boat when he was younger, some small thing never meant to fit more than one person but forced to fit two and a half? Did he remember something like that happening?

He sighed and pushed the false memory away with her inside of it, but the obstinate thing sailed right back into his mind. He inhaled and then let a sharp breath out through his nose. 

With some effort, he pushed out, “Stupid. She wouldn’t have needed to go out in a boat.” What a grating sound.

It wasn’t as if his house had a place for a boat. There wasn’t even an overhang to drag a dinghy under in a lazy effort to protect it from the elements. 

Had there been one once, though? He couldn’t see much from where he sat, the fog creeping in from the sides and obscuring his view to his right and left. That and his glasses made seeing his stiff hands a miracle.

His mobile lit up the space beside him.

Sasha: it won’t keep us much longer though. it complicates things, but waiting won’t do any good. 

Sasha: so sit tight and we’ll have a plan of action soon

Tim: seriously though even if nothing happens you should still tell us youre fine

Tim: a quick thumbs up or a ‘hey im good’ is fine dont need to start a whole conversation if theres nothing to report

Tim: but saying nothing implies a worst case scenario. i know everythings sort of come to a halt on your end but we dont know when something will happen

Tim: so text us after work

Tim: or at least respond same day

A new lecture, from Tim of all people. He’d forgotten to respond to the others for a couple of boring days in a long string of boring days and he was being told off. His day to day life wasn’t any of their business. He’d needed the time to himself, away from his phone and all that. And they knew he was mostly off on weekends.

At least Tim confirmed that all they needed was proof he wasn’t dead. He could keep that in mind in the future.

He wasn’t being fair to Tim, the one who at this point still attempted to talk with him when he didn’t need to. Of course Martin not responding would look bad- he was lucky they hadn’t broken down his door by day two. But at the end of all things the problem was him. The problem was his. 

Martin: i will

Tim: good

The rain began to pick up a little, splattering the screen and forcing him to pocket his mobile. It was as good an excuse as any to ignore more messages. He’d agreed to not leave them in suspense about his safety. It was all he could give them.

Pushing himself off the front steps, he stood just outside of the porch roof’s reach and inhaled. It did still sting, but that seemed to be the point of the exercise. It opened things up, cleaned him from the inside and washed it all away with an exhale. It was no wonder his mother had been so insistent with how much he found leaving him with every breath. 

He looked up into the sky with eyes squeezed shut for a few moments, then looked one more time at the black water ahead-

A thrashing in the water cut the silence in two, forcing a yelp out of his chest as he caught himself on the porch railing. Past the fog, just barely visible against the dark backdrop of sea and sky, was a figure hunched and formless and slowly shuffling out of the water.

Martin stepped backwards and half-fell back under the porch roof, wiping the rain from his glasses. The fog had grown so thick as to obscure the figure of any distinguishing features, and as he continued to back toward the front door he squinted hard to get a better look at the- the person? The thing? The-

It couldn’t be. No, it wouldn’t- she wouldn’t come back. It wasn’t possible. But if it had come from the sea (where else could it have emerged from so suddenly?), then there wasn’t another explanation.

His throat went taught with panic. He grasped at it, using his other hand to fumble behind him for the doorknob and hold it tight. He wanted to run. Run away, run up the hill, run straight at her and scream until his voice left him entirely. Anything but stand there rigid against the reality creeping toward him. Damn it, when had this fog rolled in so thick? What time was it?

The figure stopped, its crunching footsteps giving way to the sound of waves and pattering droplets. Martin held his breath and waited for something to give, whether it be his mother’s patience or his own two legs.

Then the footsteps resumed, more certain and definitely faster than he’d recalled his mother ever being. Right, she had always needed to be careful of her knees. The sea couldn’t just fix a history of osteoporosis.

This wasn’t a comfort. As the figure grew near and gained definition to its stick legs and shifting, asymmetric middle, Martin could only stand there frozen in terror with his hands gripped tight around the doorknob and his own neck.

An uncertain voice shouted over the drizzle. “Martin? Is that you? This fog is-”

Wait.

No. No that didn’t make any goddamned sense. He didn’t hear that.

And yet, out of the grey shroud, hair sticking to the sides of his face, walked a stiff and mildly embarrassed Jonathan Sims. He stopped just short of the porch steps, and then Martin couldn’t register anything else, his vision narrowing to the thing clutched to Jon's chest.

“Ah. Hi.” Jon adjusted the awkwardly folded seal skin in his arms and cleared his throat. “May I come inside?”

[kotalefanzu]

Pitch Pearl  ATUS AU- Part 3

ahahaha. i finally came back to wite the finale. WOOOO. im still sorry about waiting so long oof.

where we last left off, danny had a dream about phantom, in which he tells him about the creation of the natural portals. he leaves danny, saying that he’ll come running back soon enough. when he wakes up, jazz tells him that sam and tucker have gone missing.

danny takes a second to process that information along with the dream and his brain just shuts down. he goes on autopilot, acting like he didn’t hear a word she just said. jazz tries to snap him out of it to get some sort of reaction but when she actually looks him in the eyes, filled with exhaustion, fear, and helplessness, she realizes that he doesn’t need any more things to worry about and goes to tell their parents not to bother him. 

when she leaves, he blankly goes through the motions as he normally would. just like before this all happened. he checks his phone with slight hope that they may have tried to contact him, but after realizing he spent ten minutes just staring at it, he puts it away and doesn’t check it again. the walk to school is nothing but a stream of consciousness and he doesn’t even really feel awake anymore. everyone is just a blur while his brain refuses to process anything around him. 

he gets to class, looks at his friends’ desks, and notices two cleanly carved DP symbols on them. it makes him start giggling a little, then laughing loudly, before he sinks to the ground crying out of frustration and overload.

a town meeting is called in the middle of school. the missing children line up with the new influx of ghost sightings and they want to check to see if any more kids have gone missing. someone points out the danny got taken last and the two missing children were his friends. others bring up the lunchroom incident and start pestering him with questions, seeking answers. danny waits for his family to quiet everything down before explaining everything from his first day in captivity all the way to last night’s dream. many people want to push the blame onto danny for painting a target on their heads and force him to deal with it on his own while others want to use danny as a bargaining tool to save their lives.

the fentons reject every suggestion and say that the most important thing here to do if to protect the children and find a way to defeat the ghosts now that blocking their way into the human realm is no longer an option. they explain that giving danny up might be a trap if phantom was able to kidnap sam and tucker but didn’t head straight for danny. he is told to safe and not try anything.

the GIW are called in to work on locating one of the portals and storming the ghost zone to rescue the missing children. danny is desperate to help and spends most of his time reliving unwanted memories just to give any form of information that might be helpful. after a while they send him away to try getting back to normal life as he needs a form of distraction. 

at lunch, he is cornered by the other teens who ask if he is really just going to sit there and do nothing. danny is hesitant to lead more children into the ghost zone where they could be hurt, but they are determined and at this point, he is willing to risk it. after stealing a bunch of weapons from his parent's old weaponry vault, he finds a natural portal and opens it. they get sucked into it and arrive in the courtyards of phantom’s keep.

the ectoplasm flooding his system is mildly overwhelming but he pushes through it and begins guiding everyone to the dungeons where they would probably be kept. he notices while navigating that strangely everything is the same as it ws before he left, from to the decor to the guard rotations. when they reach the dungeons, sam and tucker aren’t there. it confuses him. he tries to think about where else phantom could have put them and a small voice whispers, ‘check your old wing’. its actually easier to sneak back to his old wing due to all the times he has snuck in and out of it. while the rest of the group aren’t so used to the routes, following him makes it a lot easier. waiting in the common room of the wing are sam and tucker, posed like lifeless dolls and dressed in clothing uncomfortably similar to what danny once wore, though less extravagant. their skin is pale and lifeless and their eyes are glowing

perched on their heads are silvery circlets. danny motions for the rest of the group to stand behind him. sam and tucker slowly turn to look at them and another battle breaks out.

its obvious from how they are fighting that while they wont strike to kill danny, they dont care about sparing the rest. the group slowly works out a system of one half distracting sam while the other go to hold down tucker and remove the circlet. as soon as it comes off, the glow from his eyes fades and he stills like they pushed his power button. with one less person constantly firing at them, its a lot easier to do the same for sam as she can’t fight them all off. dash and kwan take up carrying the limp, unconscious people and they make off with their battle spoils to the portal. 

danny reopens the portal and makes sure everyone gets through, doing a headcount. when he is sure everyone is accounted for and out of the ghost zone. he thanks them and seals it, locking them in the human realm with him on the other side.  

it takes a while for the group to finally tell someone what happened and they start fearing how to explain to the two dead to the world people who still haven’t woken up yet. they finally fess up when jazz drives by and asks where danny is. they silently just show her sam and tucker and watch the emotions flicker rapidly on he face. in the end she settles on heartache and gives a weak smile, telling them that she’s glad they are back but wishes they could have brought her brother back as well. she is more forgiving when they explain that it was his decision and they didnt have time to stop him before it was too late.

back in the ghost zone, danny stares blankly at the sealed portal, wondering if he should just step through now before its too late. just as he reaches out his hand, he gets pulled in a tight embrace as phantom laughs in his ear. 

“What did I tell you, Starlight. You would come running back into my arms soon enough. Let’s go back home. You’ll find I didn’t change anything when you left. We can go right back to how it used to be before. Like you never ran away from me.”

he stays huddled up in his room for most of the time, only coming out when phantom wants him to accompany him on an errand or when he has to attend meetings with phantom. the faces are familiar. he made a few friends during his captivity and while the circumstances are grim, its pleasant to see them again. 

for starters, clockwork was a common face when danny began getting incredibly homesick. phantom had requested danny be allowed to view the present of his ‘loved ones’ lives and he had spent every moment he could watching them throughout the day and making sure they were fine. clockwork also had hilariously awful puns, though they werent allowed to actually say them anymore after phantom got jealous and forbade them from speaking to danny. danny still carried the one-sided conversations and it seemed to cheer clockwork up from the decree. princess dora, now queen dora, was also a good friend of his, often discussing with him the pain of living with overbearing nobility. she had done a double-take when he approached her and sat him down to calmly ask what happened, though he could see the tension laced through her. after recounting she took a long sip of her tea and looked him in the eyes. she told a seemly random story of her exploring her kingdom and hearing a bard singing about how the mighty dragon princess stole the dragon king’s crown and the mighty dragon queen took her dear brother down. the piercing look in her eyes before she moved to a new topic told him more than enough.

the few moments of reprieve they offered was not enough to outdo the lappet treatment of phantom that allowed for no rejection, but it was something and it was all he could ask for.

sam and tucker wake up finally after being in a coma for two days. after scanning the room filled with their classmates, parents, and the fenton family, they quickly realize the only one not there that should be is danny. sam is the first one to speak, immediately yelling at them for trading them for danny and going off about how they need to go back for him as soon as possible. dash defends them by telling her that its not their fault danny closed the portal before any one of them could drag his skinny self sacrificing ass through it. they cant reopen it without him.

sam quiets down after that and tucker takes out asking all the questions he can think of to find a way to fix this. there has to be a way to reopen the portal.

(a cut back scene to danny interacting with phantom. im not good with writing abuse mixed with love very well so go ahead and use your imaginations okay uwu)

sam and tucker also end up secluding themselves and working nonstop on trying to figure out how to save danny. jazz stops by every day to check on them and pass on homework and anything she hears about the ghosts to them. while they start cleaning up the room to take a break and finish schoolwork, sam trips on a piece of paper and is about to fall. only she is caught in mid-air and surrounded by a neon lime green aura, one similar to danny’s though his is a bluish mint. the aura dissipates and she hits the ground with a soft thud but everything stops as tucker and her look at each other in shock. 

“That was you!”

“That was me!”

homework gets pushed aside again for experimentation and documenting. they might be able to reopen the portal after all.

[holdin-out-for-a-hero]

Creep-FF7 Biggs X Reader Ch.8/?

Summary: you get on the bad side of one of Don Corneo’s men and now you have a target on your back.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a week late! New chapters will be posted every Saturday, but I’ll try to post more than once a week. Also, it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my last post, it’s important.

"Raise hell," was what Jessie said. A simple, yet effective description of your current mission. Thing is, your team had never been told to raise hell before. Usually, you were told the opposite. In all of your previous missions, it was imperative to not raise hell or else get caught and ruin the mission or worse, lose your life. This was going to be interesting.

The four of you crept around the corner, staring out at the security checkpoint that lay directly in front of you. Something was off about the scene...

"Where are the guards?" Cloud asked. He was right, there wasn't a soul in sight. Even the guard booths appeared empty. Definitely a red flag.

From there the group scurried towards the guard booth, heads ducked just in case there was a troop they had missed. You and your friends crouched against the wall, just below the window and out of sight. Wedge was the first to peer into the booth.

He let out a small scream, and you slapped your hand over his mouth. Cloud grabbed the boy by the wrist and yanked him out of sight. So much for being subtle... But if there were someone outside, they would've been provoked by Wedge's scream. The seconds slipped by painfully slow as your group waited to see if anyone would come looking for the source of the sound, no one did. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, hand falling away from Wedge's mouth.

Biggs looked inside the guard booth himself, noticing the only Shinra troop was either dead or unconscious on the floor. He ducked back down quick.

"Looks like someone beat us here," he said, voice a low growl.

"And I don't think it was Jessie!" Wedge added. Biggs shook his head.

"This had better not get in the way of our plans..."

Cloud slowly stood up, glancing around for any sign of life before looking down at the three people below him.

"It won't," he said simply.

"And you're sure about that?" You asked, scanning your surroundings as you stood up to his level. Once you were completely content that no one was around, you crossed your arms and stared up at the SOLDIER. He only nodded, and you studied his face, unable to read him. "Then let's go."

Biggs noticed your extended glance at the mercenary, and as the four of you moved to your next position, he made sure to slide between you and Cloud.

You couldn't help but notice his proximity as well as the brush of his hand against yours as the two of you walked side-by-side. You wondered if he noticed too. His hand was so close to yours, you could just grab it if you wanted... You mentally slapped yourself, now was not the time or place for a stupid crush.

"Don't see anyone here, what the hell happened?" Biggs asked, taking another glance at his surroundings. The usually heavily-guarded security entrance was lifeless. It was and eerie sight, which he couldn't seem to get over. Something was wrong, and the fact that he didn't know what it was only made his concern grow.

"Jessie's supposed to circling 'round back, right?" Wedge asked, worry lacing his tone. You nodded to him.

As you leaned against the wall that stood just before the warehouse gate, you tried to ready yourself for what would happen next. Sure, there weren't any guards outside the building, but there was no way that would ring true on the inside. There were too many valuable thing in that warehouse, so Shinra probably had a whole militia in there to keep it all safe. As soon as Cloud walked into those gates, all hell would break loose. Just like Jessie wanted.

Biggs went over the plan one last time: The three of you would scale the building to reach a vantage point while Cloud walked through the front. Then, the three of you would use the vantage point to help him out and watch his back. As Biggs explained this, you noticed Cloud's eyes glaze over in contemplation. He wasn't thinking about the mission, though; there was something else plaguing the merc's mind.

Biggs finished speaking, and Cloud still looked shellshocked. His gaze hadn't faltered from the sky in quite a while, which both Biggs and Wedge noticed.

"Cloud?" you asked; he didn't respond. You slowly placed your hand on his shoulder, and he jolted at the contact. You gasped and you pulled your hand away. His gaze met yours, eyes fiery and filled with... fear? Confusion? "You okay?"

He hesitated, glancing at you once more before calming down and returning to his typical stoic demeanor.

"Yeah,"

Just as he spoke, a flare whirred into the sky; Jessie's signal for the plan to commence. So you, Biggs, and Wedge scaled the side of the building, reaching a second floor balcony that ran all the way around the inner courtyard of the warehouse. Cloud stepped through the main gate, and as he did, a few Shinra guards spotted him.

He  slashed his way through the troops, effectively causing a stir, which only lead to the dispatch of more troops. You tried your best to make his job easier by taking out a few from your vantage point, as did Biggs and Wedge, but for the most part it looked like Cloud could handle himself. You would expect no less from a former SOLDIER 1st class. But you couldn't forget that look in his eyes... what could possibly be going on in that boy's head?

"Unauthorized intruders in 7-6 annex. All units: proceed to location and neutralize targets."

The automated voice dragged you back into reality, the reality where you had to raise as much hell as possible. All the missions you've been on in the past, you were told to do the exact opposite. Stay as quiet as you can, Dont let anyone see you, if you get caught, you die. So hearing that stupid automated message set off so many alarms in your head. You had to remind yourself that it was gonna be ok, Cloud was the one taking the brunt of it anyway (which he was perfectly capable of handling). You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and keep your hands from shaking. It would be really hard to shoot Shinra troops with shaky hands.

There was a slap on your shoulder, you turned your head to see who it was. You met eyes with Biggs, a smile on his face and and a knowing look in his eyes. He felt the same way, you could tell.

"Showtime. We can do this." He said, you smiled up at him. And then the two of you resumed helping Cloud.

You stuck close to Biggs for the most part; because of the safety his presence always provided and that stupid little crush, it had become a subconscious habit. Jessie often mocked you for it, and Wedge and Tifa would always raise a brow. But they weren't here right now, and Wedge was too busy to judge you.

All was going according to plan, until it wasn't. You knew there were going to be troops, your group could handle troops, but there was more up the company's sleeve than just a few inexperienced guys with guns. They were Midgar's biggest technology and weapons manufacturer, so you should've expected to see something of that sort. When it happened, though, you were still surprised.

The platform you stood on started shaking, no, vibrating, and you instinctively grabbed at Biggs' bicep. The two of you looked around in confusion, trying to figure out why the ground was shaking below you. And then you saw it. Just a few feet away, a turret rose from its hiding place within the platform. There wasn't just one, but many spaced out across the balcony.

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me!" Biggs said.

As soon as they ascended from the ground, a storm of bullets were coming Cloud's way. There must be some way to help him, you thought. You looked at the turret, maybe there was a power button on it or something? Probably not, though you did check. Then you  realized something: they weren't attached to the platform. With enough force, you could push them off.  So that's what you did, you began pushing, only to realize you didn't have the strength to push them down alone.

"Help me out!" You called to Biggs, and he did so. As soon as he joined in, the turret fell from the platform and bust into a million pieces below.

Wedge watched from across the courtyard and began doing the same with the turrets on his side. Pretty soon, the three of you had taken most of them down.

"Goodbye," Biggs sighed, he had just pushed the last turret from the platform, which he insisted he do alone, and put his hand on his hips, catching a breath as he watched it shatter on the ground, "And good riddance."

Just as it seemed all of Cloud's threats had been neutralized, a loud growling and the sound of a gate opening interrupted the moment's peace. They just had to let out the dogs... Shinra's guard dogs weren't like normal dog. No, they were genetically enhanced and the most viscous animals you had ever encountered. They could rip a man in half. And cloud was facing an entire pack of them.

There were so many hounds, more than you ever expected, all growling and snarling. You questioned Cloud's ability to take them all on at once. Though you've seen him accomplish crazy things, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Across the platform, Wedge saw the situation unfold below. There were way too many of them, and he knew there must be something he could do. Wedge saw the opportunity to be helpful and took it, no matter the risk. He jumped down from the platform, took the dogs' attention away from Cloud, and then ran.

"Catch me if you caaan!" He taunted, which only angered the dogs more.

"Wedge!" You shouted. He only sent a thumbs- up in you direction.

"What the hell is he doing?" Biggs asked, holding onto the railing. You found yourself gripping the railing as well, praying that the boy would end up ok. And if he did, you'd definitely give him an earful after the mission.

The dogs chased him in circles while Cloud worked to take them out one by one. You and Biggs tried to help, but since they were all running so fast, there was always the fear of hitting Wedge instead of the intended targets. You both avoided the dogs closest to him and instead focused on the ones in the back.

But one was getting closer and closer to him, snarling and ready to bite. It's head was at just the right height to take a chunk out of his ass. Once it got close enough, it sunk its teeth in. Wedge jumped at the contact, grabbing at his butt as he screamed in pain. But he couldn't stop running, not yet, or else he would become a meal for all of those animals.

Cloud took the rest of the dogs out, and Wedge collapsed to the ground when he knew his threat was neutralized.

"Think I... ran off... the pizza," He said in between ragged breaths. You and Biggs laughed. Wedge was just... so Wedge. That's the only way you knew how to describe him. Even when his life was in danger, he was still undeniably himself. You couldn't wait to give him a lecture for being so reckless.

"Hell of a show, man! If only the ladies loved you that much!" Biggs called from above.

"I'm glad someone's enjoying themselves," Wedge replied.

And just like that, the moment of peace was over. This time, your new threats were mechanical beasts, Shinra's newest and best mechs. Of course. Because things just couldn't be easy, could they?

The four of you began fighting against those metal monsters. Cloud and Wedge attacked from the ground, while you and Biggs used your height advantage to chip away at the machines' health.

Still, Cloud was a far better fighter than the three of you combined, and it turned out he didn't really need your help either. He finished them off quickly.

This time, there was no time to take a breath before the next threat appeared: more troops. And a lot of them at that.

"Don't move!" They ordered to Cloud and Wedge as they circled the pair, guns at the ready.

And then came the unexpected savior: a man on a bike flying through the air. That red bike... it was Roche. And he rode in with the same maniacal laughter he did when you first met him. As he landed, he spun around all of the troops, dispersing them.

"Well, aren't we having a wonderful time kicking the hornet's nest?"

You and Biggs jumped from the platform, running towards Cloud and Wedge. The troops you ran past didn't even respond, for they were too focused on Roche, a member of SOLDIER, helping the other side. At least that's what it looked like. It was too early to tell who's side he was really on.

He parked his red bike, stepping off of it and turning to look back at the four of you. He glanced between Biggs and Wedge for only a moment, before turning to you. A spark of recognition graced his eyes as he looked you up and down, noticing the bandages on your arms.

"Glad to see you're ok," he said, same sickening inflection.

"No thanks to you," you spat.

"Weren't you going to do the same thing to me?" He raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as well.

You huffed; he was right. You were going to do the same thing to him. He just beat you to it. Still, the sight of that weirdo infuriated you, and you had to hold your tongue to keep from telling him off.

Roche's attention fell away from you and instead to Cloud. His eyes lit up at the sight of the fellow SOLDIER, that creepy smirk of his growing even wider.

"You know what I want," he said, voice a low rumble, "A second dance, just the two of us."

He approached the mercenary, taking slow, methodical steps. His blade was held down at his side, scraping the ground as he walked. Then he stopped, taking his sword and holding it out towards Cloud.

"You turned the key," he said, placing his other hand on his heart, "then engine roars with excitement... it hungers to be set free!"

His poetically erotic comment disarmed your group for a moment by sheer shock alone, though you all quickly regained composure.

Roche wanted a one-on-one duel, but you recalled being told to have Cloud's back. Looking at Wedge and Biggs, you knew they were thinking the same thing. So the three of you held fast to your positions, weapons and fists at the ready. Cloud reached for his sword, and the three of you took a step closer.

"Fall back," Cloud warned. You opened your mouth in shock for a second, before a hand on your wrist and pulled you away from the upcoming fight. Without even having to look, you knew it was Biggs. You crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance; you really wanted to punch that weirdo...

There was a second's pause as the two finished their stand off, before Cloud made the first move and ran at the other SOLDIER. And thus their battle begun, sparks flying from the clashing metal. Being genetically altered, their movements were much faster for you to keeps up with. It was a flurry of attacks, one right after the other.

It seemed as though Cloud must have worn the man down, as the man staggered back, out of breath. After a few gasps of air, his breathing slowed again and he looked back up to Cloud, that same evil grin on his face. He straightened up, playing with the blade in his hand for a moment, before laughing.

"I told you we were going to push it past the red line!" He said, sword pointed at Cloud.

And so their dance started again. Their swords swung through the air so fast you could practically see them cut through the air around them. Huffs and grunts filled the night as their swords met over and over again. Neither party held back, both SOLDIERS used all their might, which made for an electrifying battle. Their moves were rapid-fire, an onslaught of attacks with the same intensity of a summer storm.

Eventually though, cloud chipped away at the man's health and stripped him of his resolve. Roche fell to his knees, taking quick, labored breaths. Cloud put his buster sword back on his back.

"Satisfied?" Cloud asked. Roche caught his breath and got back on his feet.

"With such fleeting pleasure? Hardly." He laughed, making his way back to his red bike. He stroked the seat for a moment, before turning around, "There are higher height to which you and I can still soar."

As the words left his mouth, more Shinra troops as well as a few more mechs came out to play. Was this night ever going to end? It was always one thing after another. You, Cloud, Wedge, and Biggs got into a square formation, each facing outwards so everyone's back was covered.

The troops stood back as three mechs stomped over to your group, the one in the middle charged towards Cloud and he held his sword up in defense.

Just before it could get to him though, Roche drove past, knocking all three mechs off of their feet. He stopped his bike for a moment, taking another sinister look at Cloud.

"We really must do this again. Until then... try not to die. I'll see you on the road, my friend!"

And then he drove off like a madman, skidding past both your group and the Shinra troops, his laughter echoing through the night.

[katsukikitten]

A Pink Rose 3

"Im the shit. yea I know Im the shit, if you dont buy me what I want Imma throw a fit"

The song dances down the long hall, flooding into your office as your sharp eyes rove over long numbers with a smile. You press a manicured claw onto the intercom.

"U-chan. Could you ask the DJ to turn the song up for me please?" You speak softly before a "Yes ma'am" is echoed back to you. You dance to the chorus as you subtract and add more numbers to several documents. You cannot help the cat smile that is painted on your lips as you rip through an envelope with your sharp black claw. They are not obnoxiously long but long and sharp enough to slice skin.

You should know, you scratched someone's ex husband across the face last week. The memory of the blood dripping down your fingers combined with the feel and smell of money sends a shiver down your spine. You count it quickly, sorting the bills so they all face the same way. The color of the money is tantalizing, signifying it is the biggest bill in production, you set out three straps and sort the money easily before sealing it beneath the purple paper band. The old desk drawer groans from weight, you slip the money on top of a small stack before shutting it with a harsh click of a lock. You sort through loans so seamlessly that it seems as if they are sorting themselves. A small pile sits to the left of you of what has been paid in full. A slightly larger stack of paid on time. A much larger pile of past due. You finger through past due to a certain file that you flip through, several months with no payment, not even a word of pleading for an extended time. You read about his personal life, his two kids and wife. You tap the pen to your glossed lip before you shut the mineola file folder, scrawling in cursive Repossession ALL ASSETS, U. Another similar case and its clear early on that you are feeling merciless as you are not planning to send your normal reminders and going straight to your final resort. Patience suddenly worn thin as the deep red ink reminds you of a certain hot head.

Repossession ALL ASSETS D

An abnormal boom sounds off in the lobby, sounding suspiciously like an explosion. You lean back in your office chair,tongue poking at your lower lip while your black claw raps against the smooth grain.

For a moment you think to get up, that you're needed but your crew does not call for you over the intercom so you go back to your work.

You needed to trust them to handle things when you weren't here so what better way than to pretend you aren't here.

Aother file whispers your name, you open it to learn he doesn't have much of anything.

No house

No car

No kids

No wife

But he is quite late. Would you benefit from just repossessing him or would you have to ki...

Before you can even finish the thought the door to your office is blasted off of its hinges as yelling floods into the space.

"Fuck off shit Deku. That's why you're a pet now." Bakugou yells before spitting in the face of the emerald haired man.

Izuku let's his eyes slide to you and when he sees your tight grip on the folder be decides it's best not to witness what is to come next.

You try to keep your cool when it comes to irate clients that barge in with no appointment.

But your freshly re-laquered oak door lying inches from your desk makes it difficult.

"OI!" He opens his mouth to make it worse.

In your hot rage you crush the folder shut before writing in heated script Elimination Contract w/ T.S or Dbi.

"What." You bite out holding onto his piercing gaze as you attempt to calm yourself, "Do I owe this pleasure after a month of blissful silence?"

Bakugou chooses this time to slam an obscene amount of money on the table instead of opening his fat obnoxious mouth.

You stare at the stacks of haphazardly rubber banded bills and wonder if he was more well off than you thought as far as capital.

Or if he was foolish enough to hurt himself by helping out his best goon.

"What is this for?" You fold your hands before resting your head atop your laced fingers.

Explosions pop along his exposed skin and you smile, amused at how easy it is to rile him. Part of you wants to use your power to amplify his wrath but you like your office much too much for that.

Plus you're sure you didn't need more than a few choice words to egg him on further.

"Don't play fucking dumb." He growls slamming his fists onto the top of the desk, hard enough that items rattle and some files flutter to the floor.

"I don't believe that I am 'playing dumb'. But speaking of," You lean closer as if sharing a secret, "I would be a little more careful with my quirk if I were you. They are illegal to use under any circumstance after all."

His gaze darkens, he has half a mind to take all of this money back and just kill you.

He grits his teeth, there is a reason why everyone who crosses your path becomes your pet or deeply indebted to you.

Its astounding to think that in a short eight years a new family dominated the southern region of the city and majority of the southern part of the country.

Not to mention you were only 17 when you started.

Or so the rumors go.

Dont get Bakugou wrong, he is not hesitating merely biding his time.

Because he is more than ready to go in guns a blazing but he isn't willing to risk his own empire should you best him.

Even if that is a slim to none chance.

He has a promise to keep and a reputation to uphold.

He leans closer, leveling his eyes to yours as he would any other head of a family that is threatening him.

"When you're as big as me the police know your quirk and know to look away." His voice comes out dangerously dark and your mood sours.

Just like a fucking Bakugou to be so damn cocky.

You see the ghost of his Father in his eyes and your blood begins to boil.

Vision tunneling in as your mind flashes the sight of angry pools of bright red and the tang of pennies.

Curiosity and agitation cause you to move your head to one hand trying damn hard to seem disinterested as you reach out with your right.

Bakugou flinches back and you smile a wide cat smile as this confirms that he knows.

He knows you need to touch your opponent to "work" them.

But what he doesn't know is you only need to touch them once.

You furrow your brow as if confused as you press the intercom that was next to where his hand rested.

"Deku, please return to my office." You say syrupy sweet as you hold eye contact with a now furious Bakugou.

"Yes Madam. Do I need to take out the trash?" He asks as he makes his way behind you. Katuski's skin pops with explicit explosions furthering your content.

"No my love," You motion him towards you after pointing at a small rolling chair in the corner, "Please help me sort this mess."

You take the piles and begin breaking the rubber bands and sorting the money into manageable piles.

"How much is here?" Hands flying over bills making sure they face the same way.

"Enough." The hot head bites out.

Agitation fills the office as you fight your urge to scream.

Yelling got you no where in your life before being Madame and it will probably get you no where after.

"So you don't know?" A collected question with a hint of venom. Izuku shrinks away from you.

Burning scarlet eyes fly to Deku's thick forearm. An angry white fissure drags along the two bands, breaking their infinite circle and with it the power over the family.

You did this to him and yet the emerald haired man sits by you like a loyal dog.

Another heated palm kisses the wood of the desk, that endless popping echoes.

"Just fucking count it!!" The ash blonde yells.

This time you stand, fully taking in the man as you round the old desk. His attire further encourages your wrath.

It is difficult to be unbothered by him, what with the sloppy way he wears his suit.

Sans jacket. Black pants that are not ill fitting, they show off his muscular thighs and calves but are not overly tight. Black vest with intricate stitching of dragons that could be missed if one did not look closely. The vest sits snug over a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow to show off the beginnings of his tattoo but most importantly the two bands that carry more status than any seal or crown. Lastly his black tie, slightly loosened as if pulled or improperly tied.

Sadly, in this underworld, appearance speaks volumes and Bakugou's outfit screams son of the family or worse yet goon.

His tattoos indicate that he is the head of his family so he should dress like it.

It drives you up the wall that he doesn't. because it would drive him insane too.

"You're already going to be undermined because you're a woman so appearance is especially important for you my tiger lily. Now please dress like a proper lady."

His words echo in your head now and you sure as hell wouldn't dare to admit that you're turning more and more into someone of your past.

Sad that it took him dying to see eye to eye.

You grab onto the silk tie roughly jerking him forward with the motion.

Your noses touch and your breath mingles more politely than the two of you.

"Touch my Father's desk one more time and I will have your hands for display." You growl lowly, igniting fire in those ember eyes, "Got. It. Poprock?"

"Pop. Rock?" His teeth grind but you shove him away slightly. Still holding onto his tie as you straighten it. Before sashaying back behind your desk.

It is the hot head's turn to drink you in as your wide hips and strong legs carry you back to your black leather throne.

Your black dress is body con before flaring out into somewhat of wider train. The dress is solid, hiding where your family crest would be in ink below your collar bone but not covering enough where the start of it cannot be seen. The neckline dips just to your solar plexus showing off the clean bisected skin with sensual hints of swirling ink winking at the world. The sleeves are lace and stop at the wrists but not opaque enough that one would miss your status or the tattoos at 3/4 of your arm dancing up beneath the smooth fabric.

Your heels clack before you take a seat, motioning deadly claws at Izuku to continue counting.

The unique sound of an electronic money counter whirls in the room before beeping when its reach the set number of bills.

"You may want to sit." You say without looking up as deft hands swiftly sort and brick stacks of money, "This may take a while. I can call for tea."

Bakugou growls, plopping himself into the blood red leather chair in front of your desk. He is temporarily hypnotized by your capable hands and how quickly they move across money.

He watches you sort, face, hand count and strap what seems like endless amounts of money that turn into large bricks of paper for what feels like hours.

He wonders how long you've been working with cash.

He wonders even more about how you got someone to tattoo those two bands on you.

Everything about you screamed old money and family traditions.

The way you held yourself, your attire, but especially the way your ink swirled with lotus and tiger lilies alike. How it was designed much like his own, a suit never to be shrugged off.

He clenches his jaw as he thinks, the only way to get those bands are to show the tattoo artist the cold body of the former head. Bakugou relives memories that he is in no mood for before your somehow soothing voice breaks the other wise silence.

"Shouldn't Kirishima have been the one to drop this off?" You cock your eyebrow as you place a final heavy brick onto a tray, "Be a dear and lock this up with U-chan?"

Izuku nods at your request before you summon her via intercom. She enters swiftly and disappears with that damn Deku into one of the two doors behind you.

"Well." You prompt earning a nasty glare.

"He's caught up at the moment." He watches you rearrange paperwork before your hand flies to a handle, as if you suddenly remembered somrthing.

He narrows his eyes as he watches you produce two small pieces of chocolate. You set a spicy chili dark chocolate in front of him before unwrapping a milk chocolate for yourself.

Scarlet eyes burn into the small red square, did this come from a variety pack?

Or did you know this was the only sweet he really ate?

It had to be the former.

"Do tell!" You exclaim as if you hadn't just threatened him. His eyes rove over your office looking for any such displays and when he sees a jar of bright blue eyes he suppresses a shudder.

"Well she's hard to miss what with all that *pink*" Bakugou shrugs feigning boredom as he sees a vein pop in your head. You stand, your leather throne wheeling behind you as you make your way past your fallen door.

"You're just gonna leave me here with your secrets, Gatinna?" A deadly smirk forms on his lips as you turn to face him.

Eyes narrowed to slits carrying a gaze sharp enough to cut flesh.

"I dare you." The room feels as if it darkens but Bakugou pays it no mind as he picks up his chocolate, popping it into his mouth as he watches you storm into the bar.

He stands to follow as this could prove interesting.

@alwayslost123 for you bb

[sablesides-writing-corner]

The Little Mermaid With Royality?

Patton rested his fins on the rocks calmly, dragging his hand through the seaweed as he watched the sun dance in the water. His best friend in the entire ocean, Virgil, was crouched by his side, chewing on his nails.

"Virgil, if you keep knawing on those nails of yours they're going to bleed!" Patton said, batting Virgil's hand away from his mouth.

"Sorry Pat, but are you sure this is a good idea? That ship could be filled with all shirts of traps!" said Virgil, his tail flitted through the water almost enough to cause a hurricane.

Patton laughed "Of course we'll be alright! I wouldnt let anything hurt you!" he ruffled Virgil's hair. Virgil mumbled something Patton couldnt hear and they swam over to the seemingly abandoned ship.

"How could something so beautiful be dangerous?" Patton pondered aloud.

Virgil shrugged "Maybe it's the sharks, maybe the human diseases, who knows, I dont think we should be h- WHY ARE YOU SWIMMING INTO THE BOAT!-" he swam after Patton, who had already made it halfway through the ship at that point.

"Look at all of this stuff! I wonder what it all does?" said Patton, picking up a fork and poking the top of it with his fingers. Virgil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should probably head back shouldn't we?" said Virgil, glancing around the ship like the walls could collapse at any moment.

"Virgil! We've barely even finished exploring!" Patton exclaimed, circling yet another table of seemingly random objects. Patton was so immersed in examining the table of objects that he didnt notice Virgil speeding past him, followed by a giant shark.

"PATTON- A LITTLE HELP HERE!" Patton jolted up from the table and swerved in Virgil's direction, letting out a shocked gasp. He swam after Virgil and pulled him through a hole in the hull of the ship, swimming around the outside until they lost the shark in an anchor.

"Virgil I'm so sorry! I couldnt see it!" Patton wrapped his friend in the tightest hug he could muster until Virgil began tapping the side of his face to get him to let go.

"Its not your fault Pat, you got overexcited," said Virgil, smiling. "Now how about we go ask Remus about the stuff we got from the ship?" Patton nodded and swam to the surface. They reached the bay area where lay a merman with green scales and a moustache.

"Well if it isnt the raccoon and the kitten!" Remus clawed his way over to the edge of the rocks and peered over the edge.

Patton lay the things he'd gathered from the ship in front of him "Can you tell me what all of these do?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

Remus examined the items, he held the fork up to his face "Well, this ones obviously for hair," he said, dragging it through Virgil's bangs. The merman batted him away, annoyed.

Remus continued explaining what he assumed the human artifacts were for, well until sunset. Patton thanked him and swam back to the castle with Virgil, where his father, Deceit, was waiting for them.

"What were you thinking! You could've been killed out there!" Deceit swam back and forth in front of his son.

"But I didn't-" Patton interjected under his breath. Deceit glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Right, not a good time for jokes, sorry," Patton swam back a bit and looked to the side.

"I've been contemplating it for a while now, I'm quite tired of you swimming off all the time to explore human ships and talk to exiled mermaids, Logan!" Deceit called toward the back of the castle. Yet another merman joined the group, and swam directly next to Patton. "Logan's going to watch you from now on, so you dont risk getting hurt anymore," said Deceit. Patton let out an indignant gasp of protest.

Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, "Its for your own good Prince Patton, he's just doing what's best to protect you,"

"That doesnt make it any better," said Patton, swimming out of the room. Virgil and Logan followed close behind. Patton ducked into a cave and swam as fast as he could through a network of tunnels, hoping to lose the two. He reemerged in a cave covered in what most would label a hoarder's heaven, but to Patton was a museum of priceless treasures.

"I just dont understand all this nonsense about humans being bad bow could a world that makes all this cool stuff be a bad thing!" Patton said, running a hand along the side of a music box.

"Maybe because it's a society of ruthless killers bent on the destruction of all of merperson kind!"said Virgil from behind him. Patton jerked backwards a bit.

"Virgil's right, the human world is in fact an utter disaster, it's best if you stay as far away from it as possible," said Logan.

Patton turned around and averted his eyes "But they've made so many good things. . ." he said under his breath. Virgil and Logan placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"Good things dont always come from good people, and you dont actually know how they use this stuff as humans Pat," said Virgil. Patton pouted and swam back out of the cave. He surface once more to stare at the sky, Virgil and Logan joining him shortly after. The night sky was covered in gleaming white stars that sparkled in the water like diamonds. Patton continued swimming lazily in circles, watching the stars glimmering above him.

A sudden noise and spark of color above him alerted Patton to an approaching ship. Logan and Virgil called for him to come back to them, but he didnt listen. He swam up to the ship and latched onto a net hanging from the side, climbing up to an opening, where he watched the humans inside with interest.

They were all so different form each other, but one in particular caught his eye, a man with auburn hair and eyes like fire, the way the moonlight caught them it was like watching fireflies dance. A large shaggy dog bounded around him until it raised its snout in the air, and turned its eyes on Patton. Before he'd realized what had happened the dog raced over. Patton lost his grip on the floorboards momentarily, but was caught by the man.

Patton was to stunned to speak. He stayed there in stunned silence for eons. Someone called for the man and he ran off, Patton took the opportunity to flop back into the water.

"Patton what were you thinking!" Virgil swam up to him in a frenzy.

"Boys-" Patton sputtered. Logan facepalmed and dragged the two of them back under water. Only for a flash of light to alert them of debris falling into the water. Patton immeadietly began to panic. He swam through the sinking ship debris and located the fiery-eyed man, sinking toward the bottom of the ocean. Patton dragged him up to the shore as fast as he could, but he'd underestimated just how far such a trip would be. By the time he dragged the man up to the shore the sun was rising. Patton cupped his face in his hands.

"Come on, wake up, I know you can do it," Patton said, he let a few song notes escape his lips, the man blinked. Patton thought about staying until he'd fully woken up, but thought better of it as he realized how his father might react. So before the man could wake up, Patton dove under the water again.He swam back into his grotto, where Virgil and Logan awaited him, staring at a new addition Patton hadnt remembered bringing there. It was a statue of the sailor boy, and it looked so like him Patton half expected it to burst to life at any moment, and he halfway wished it would.

"We found this in the ship rubble, thought you might want it," Virgil smiled. Patton hugged him and swam around the statue, examining its features.

"Its so life-like," Patton said, smiling.

The euphoria was short lived, as the familiar hiss of Patton's father joined the chorus of ooo's and aah's from Patton while he traced the statue.

"Patton, what's all this," said Deceit.

Patton froze and spun around "D-Dad, how did you find me?" he said, backing up against the statue. Logan avoided looking Patton directly in the eyes. "Logan? This was all you?" Patton said, he sounded hurt.

"All this human obsession nonsense stops now, Patton, I'm tired of it." Deceit raised his the trident he always had at his side, and the room was engulfed in a flash of yellow. As the color subsided, Patton took in exactly how much damage had been done to his beloved grotto, and he began to cry. Only when the face of the once beautiful statue floated to the bottom of the chasm, did Patton swim away. He swam so fast that it felt as though he could form a whirlpool. He hid himself away and rested his head on a nearby rock, breaking into choked sobs.

"Poor thing. . ." said a girls voice.

"If only there was a way to help him. . ." said another.

"Oh wait, there is," the girls said simultaneously. Patton looked up. There were two eel-like mermaids wading in front of him.

"You really think you can help me?" Patton said, he dodnt know who these girls were, but at this point he'd do anything to get to the human world, to get to him even if it cost him dearly.

"Of course we can! We know someone very powerful!" said the girl with pink and blue hair.

"Follow us!" said the one with blonde and teal. Patton swam toward them, and followed them to what looked like the skeleton of a sea monster.

"Girls! What have you brought for me today!" a tall man swam out from behind what seemed like a cauldron, Patton noticed that he had many tentacles instead of one single tail, it reminded him a bit of what Remus always said he wished he had instead.

"They said you could- help me," Patton whispered. The man smiled and swam over to him, squinting as though Patton was some sort of insect he was planning to experiment on.

"Of course, a prince in love with a prince, I live for matchmaking games you know, one might say it's my entire purpose," said the man, there was something sinister in his eyes, but Patton took no notice of it. "Of course, love is never meant to be easy, I will need something from you," he said.

"But I have nothing to give you, all I held dear has been destroyed," said Patton. The man held a finger up and shook it.

"I'm not asking for material objects. . . What I require is. . . Your voice," Patton gasped and jolted backwards.

"But without my- how would I- he'd never be able to-" he tripped over the words as they fell out of his mouth.

"You're a cute boy! What more would you need! Humans only care about looks anyways!" said the man, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror. He turned to Patton and held his hand out. "Now, you'll only have three days to get a kiss from your prince, so make it quick, so do we have a deal?" he asked.

Patton looked around, the two mereels nodded at him. He turned back to the strange merman, and shook his hand.

"Good, now all I need you to do, is sing," said the man. Patton opened his mouth and the melody spilled out easier than a wave current. The man began to chant something, and Patton felt his voice begin to waver. His fins seized up in pain as though they were being torn apart with a knife, his lungs- when did he get lungs?- began to fill with water, he felt like he was going to die. Something seized him by the arm and dragged him up to the surface.

When Patton's eyes reopened he was met with the faces of Virgil, Logan, and Remus. He tried to ask what happened, but all that came out was a choked squeak, his voice was entirely gone.

"Alright Sunshine,let's get you some clothes before someone sees you like this," said Remus. Patton noted the glare he was getting from Logan, which suggested his first draft of the sentence was probably something different.

After hours of gathering enough ship sails and seaweed to make a serviceable outfit for Patton, his three friends disappeared back under the water. Patton heard barking and hid behind the nearest rock.

"Cmon boy! What'd you see!" the sailor ran out from behind the cliffs. Patton peaked over the rocks to look at him, only to get a face full of dog slobber and fall backwards.

The sailor helped him up "Oh dear- sorry about. . . that" he paused abruptly, clearly star struck. "May I- have your name?" Patton opened his mouth, before closing it abruptly, remembering his voice yet again. "You cant speak. . . can you," the sailor seemed distraught. "Well, I'm Roman," he said. Patton smiled. "Let's get you somewhere warm shall we?" said Roman, lifting him up and running to the palace. Patton's face flushed, Roman's chest was warm, and his home even warmer.

A man dresses primarily in black with dark sunglasses on approached the two, "Who's this you've brought with you Roman?" he said.

"He doesnt speak, or can't, rather, but he washed up on shore, he seems shaken up so I brought him inside," Roman smiled. Patton waved at the man, hoping he came off as friendly. Roman set him down, "Remy will show you to your room," he said, gesturing to the man in sunglasses. Remy held his hand out and Patton took it, allowing himself to be lead into a room full of the prettiest garments he'd ever seen.

It took him ages to pick out something to wear, but he finally decided on a light blue sundress and a hat that nearly fell over his face. He walked out of the room and back into the entrance way.

Roman's jaw dropped "Wow. . . you look brilliant," he said. He walked over to Patton and placed a hand on his cheek, Patton felt like he might melt on the spot. "I'm going to take us out into town, get to know you a little better I suppose," he said.

The town was the best experience that had happened to Patton. The colors and structures were beautiful. But the best part was carriage ride with Roman, watching the trees pass with his head resting on the prince's shoulder. He didnt want anything about it to change.

Ok, maybe he had lied about the carriage being his favorite part. They'd take a boat ride shortly after, and some familiar faces had helped set a mood for it.

"So, a little angel told me your name was- Patton, I believe?" said Roman. Patton nodded and smiled. "Well, Patton, I want to ask you something," Patton leaned forward in excitement.

Roman leaned forward, and Patton realized he was trying to kiss him. But in his excitement he didnt notice that two tails under the boat, tipping it over so he and Roman collapsed into the water.

Patton was mortified after that, he felt as though Roman would think it was all his fault, and the later morning didnt help much either. A mysterious man had shown up the previous night, the last night Patton had to get that kiss. To Patton's horror, he saw a ring on the man's finger.

Patton ran to his room, utterly distraught. He tried to cry, but no sound came out. He raced to the window and watched the love of his life leave with a stranger that he didnt even recognize, the raced to the docks to watch them leave, collapsing near the shore as tears fell from his eyes.

"Sunshine!!! Sunshine!!!" Patton looked up, the sun had started to set, he saw three familiar faces frantically swimming over to him.

"Its the sea witch!"

"He used your voice to hypnotize the prince!"

"We have to get you there before th wedding starts!"

The sentences jumbled in Patton's brain like a tornado. Remus grabbed him by the arm "Hold onto to me, I'll get you there," he said. Patton didnt argue, he obviously couldn't.

By the time they got to the ship Patton had already given up hope. But nevertheless the quartet ascended the ship. Virgil lunged at the witch with raging speed, an anger burned in his eyes that Patton had never seen before. Fear flickered in the eyes of the attending guests. The witch's eyes narrowed, he was finally distracted. Logan took the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from him. He held it to his ear and his eyes when wide, he slammed it into the ground and Patton felt a tingling sensation in his throat.

Roman whipped around just in time to hear Patton's song return to him, his eyes sparked with realization. "It was you- this whole time it was you-" he attempt to run to him, but the witch used his rapidly forming tentacles to knock him back, he grabbed Patton by the waist and disappeared under the water.

"LUCAN!" Patton heard his father call from below the surface, he had no time to wonder how he'd gotten there.

"Dee! It's been oh so long since I've seen you!" Patton was spun around to face his father, the cold metal of a knife was felt on his throat. "I expect you know why you're here now? Hm?" Patton felt tears falling down his face, his father's face had turned entirely green. He let go of the trident.

"DAD! YOU CA-" Patton felt the knife press further into his throat. Lucan took the trident in his other hand, and Patton watched his father shrink to the size of an eel.

"Poor Dee, he just loves so recklessly doesnt he, if only hed learned sooner when family matters, he could've avoided this whole thing couldnt he have?" Lucan smirked, and Patton realized that they were rising out of the water. He saw Logan and Virgil's faces in the water and tried to reach them, but Lucan had wrapped a tentacle around his entire body, he couldnt move.

"Now isnt this nice, you get to watch everyone you love die because you care more about a stupid obsession than your friends and family!" the words cut Patton worse than even the knife could have. Tears stung his face as he watched the whirlpool's forming in the water drag his friends underneath. He'd given up, resigned to whatever his fate may have been, when Lucan let out a scream. Patton fell, and was caught by someone. Roman had steered a ship into Lucan's side, causing him to drop the trident. The small snake under the water lunged for it, and Patton's father rose out of the water with a streak of lightning, which struck Lucan right as the ship landed another blow. Lucan sunk back into the ocean with a scream.

The skies cleared, and Patton raced through the water to embrace his father once again. "I'm so sorry. . . I never should have made that deal"

"Its not your fault, Pat, I should've known better," Deceit said, wiping the tears off of Patton's face. "I have a surprise for you," he said. Patton felt warmth envelop his body, his fins began to split again, but this time it felt natural.

He opened his eyes again to see a shining blue dress,and a pair of legs. He turned to Roman, he had abandoned the ship and was racing toward him. He embraced Patton and spun him in his arms. Deceit smiled, Virgil, Remus, and Logan resurfaced with broad grins on their faces as well.

"I'm glad we've both found out voices, I dont know what I would've done if I'd lost you forever," said Roman, planting a kiss on Patton's cheek. Patton rested his head on Roman's chest and listened to his heartbeat, and he sung his heart out as they stood there in the now shallow water, lost in their love for each other, reality only a distant memory.

[sarinataylor]

Joger ask: how would they cope with Roger having a crisis about the fact that John has written hit singles including their biggest ever hit and he has yet to pop his a-aide cherry? Is he rubbish? Is he really just a pretty face? He knows he brings lots of musical input & the sonic volcano & ‘the girl for everything’ for the band but really, who is he kidding? And John can’t deny that he aced his degree or does the finances or wrote hits... Thankfully Radio Gaga comes along and all ends well...

hmmmm ok. this got? long. very ramble-y. apologies

so like. roger is so fucking proud of john y’know???? and it’s not john’s songs being more successful than his which is cutting deep (because, well, commercial success is somewhat ehh to roger now that they’ve already made it big. the music he’s writing and creating, off on the side, is more about the music than anything else), it’s that he didn’t see it coming

100% did not see aobtd being a hit. hated recording it with his drums taped up, and thought the whole thing was a waste of time which.... it obviously wasn’t because john’s latest royalty cheque was big enough to have even freddie blinking in surprise

and. well. roger’s kind of always been the one with his finger on the pulse, so to speak. roger was riding the early waves of punk before the sex pistols had so much as looked at a safety pin and thought, “hmm, i wonder”. and his ability to keep up with, stay just one step ahead, of the trends has been invaluable in the past and now.... he might be slipping behind?

because even though he fucking hated half of the lines in ymbf he... he knew it was going to be a hit in the US. that sort of soft poppy feel, with a funky little bassline? the american’s eat that shit up in spades. of course it was going to be popular.

but, yeah, he didn’t see aobtd being a hit and now he’s starting to wonder if maybe the reason he isn’t writing hits isn’t because he hasn’t been trying to appeal to the broader audience, hasn’t been trying to write songs that will get massive air time or be played in clubs, but because he’s got no fucking clue about what people want anymore

‘girl for everything.......... except knowing what people want’ doesn’t, uh, sound as good

and it’s not? it’s not a Big Deal, not really. he just gets a little quieter about voicing his opinions on tracks because, well, maybe he doesn’t actually know what the fuck he’s talking about?

and so, hot space

brian’s losing his gd mind arguing with everyone and everything because he feels backed into a corner, freddie isn’t playing the peacekeeping role he usually does, john is being Just a Little Bit of an egotistic shit, and roger is........... not getting involved. which works kind of awfully because both brian and john take his silence as tacit approval of their position, which boils over into a lot of misunderstandings about just what it is roger thinks about what’s going on in the studio

(and mostly what roger thinks about what’s going on in the studio is that this album is going to be a Fucking Disaster because instead of ripping apart one anothers songs and building them back up stronger all they’re doing is ripping into one another and calling it creative differences)

and he tosses up a couple of songs and lets them do what they will with them (and oh my god if you haven’t listened to action this day performed live???? do urself a favour and do it oh my god i fucking hated that song until i listened to it live) because well. they probably know better than he does at the moment, because he doesn’t quite trust himself. and tensions are high enough that inserting himself into the cockfight when he isn’t actually Sure about his opinions just seems an unnecessary risk.

and. uh. hot space...................................................... does as it does

and john is pretty mortified about the whole thing because.... ???? all of that work and fighting and it’s flopping which is. made all the more worse by brian’s oh too casual sympathetic comments during the press junket, and then even worse by the way that roger. doesn’t seem surprised?? because. well. even when it was a love song written about roger roger was honest about what he didn’t like about it, but now there’s a whole fucking album that john pushed really hard for and roger a) didn’t like it and b) didn’t tell him

he thought they respected one another more than that. he thought they were more secure than that. 

which sort of........ simmers uncomfortably between them as they gear up for the tour and sort of. explodes when roger starts making suggestions for changes to some of the songs for the live performances that. annoyingly sound much better and why didn’t you bring this up when we were recording the fucking album, roger (look aight atd sounds SO MUCH BETTER LIVE, IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND IM STILL SHOOK)

and roger’s sort pussyfooting around it because oh well... you know you and freddie really wanted to this one as a sort of concept album..... and brian and i didn’t want to interfere...... (brian: very much did want to interfere) ............ so ya know................ it’s not really my style so i didn’t wanna stick my foot where it doesn’t belong.........

and john’s like???? its music what the fuck are you Talking About? you know music you know what sounds good and what doesnt and it’s not like you’ve ever been shy about voicing your opinions before, so forgive me if im a bit confused about the sudden reticence 

regardless, it’s Not a Big Deal. no really. roger will insist this til the day he dies

and things calm down? they take a break and, as they are wont to do, the tensions of the band slowly start slipping from john and roger’s day to day lives? like, when they’re not living in close quarters and feeding off of the energies that brian and freddie and mack and everyone else is putting out. it’s just them, yeah? 

but anyway, roger’s still been writing music and ha enough for a new solo album so he’s like. yeah. think imma do that and john’s a bit taken aback because? fuck, you’ve been busy then you said you didn’t have much of anything for hot space??? and roger’s like. uh, yup. been busy. busy bee, me. ya know. while ur out painting the shed i gotta keep myself occupied somehow

except. well. john’s obviously lending a hand with bass and mixing, and brian’s in and out too, so’s freddie and. it’s freddie, actually, who picks up that roger had been working on the beat of  I Cry for You (Love, Hope and Confusion) back in the studio when they’d been working on hot space which.   doesn’t make sense, because he definitely hadn’t shown them it to them which is odd, because roger usually shows them everything he writes in case they want it for queen? 

and then brian chimes in because, actually, he recognises the lyrics for killing time? 

and john is like what the FUCK is going on because this is just? weird? 

so john ends up lowkey cornering him at home in a totally not cool sneaky fashion (read: he gives him a fucking mindblowing orgasm and then is like [head propped on roger’s chest] SO)  because???? ofc he supports rog’s solo career but also? why didn’t he share what he was writing with him? what’s going on? music’s always been a language they’ve shared, even if they tended towards different dialects, and now it... well it doesn’t feel very good that roger seems to be inching him out of something that john knows is so very important to him

and roger’s like huh no idea what you’re talking bout. been really busy writing recently. shame though, means i might not have much for the next queen album

and john’s like? do you want to leave queen, if that what this is about?

and roger’s horrified because what the fuck no i’m just not sure i’ll have much to contribute is all which has john like?? because. it’s roger of course he’s got something to contribute what the fuck are you talking about

but roger’s like oh well ya know nothing im really writing at the moment is much of our current style so. that’s cool, though. that’s fine

but john is confused bc well. hot space was a bit of a failure so they’re probably headed back to more consistent waters so that’s not a problem, and hey, maybe if roger had injected a bit more of his style into the album things might have been better right?

ANYWAY basically john’s like yo my man like. if u dont wanna write any material for the new album that’s? fine ig? but we kinda Need You to be a little bitch about the things u dont like because.... things work better when ur being a nitpicky little bitch than when ur being silently supportive of me :) though that was sweet

and rogers like oh i was 100% not being supportive of either u or brian’s bullshit tbh i just. disco isn’t my forte ya know i didn’t wanna chat shit ab smth i know nothing about like, god, imagine if you’d listened to me about aobtd????????? 

which. john’s like. i? i mean, i did. fuck sake, the whole thing got rewritten to be about our dog (steve) bc u made a joke about it? i.     i did listen to u about aobtd

and john has honestly NO IDEA what any of this is about? because roger has an awful tendency to sit on things until they’re Much Bigger than what they were to begin with. like, john’s actually not great at that? he’s not very good at hiding that he’s angry or upset, not for the long term. roger’s a lot better at it in the worst kind of way, because unless you pick up on it right at the beginning by the time you’ve figured out something’s wrong it’s months down the track and so many micro interactions or events have been tacked onto the Original Problem that it’s a sprawling mess of “i dont want to communicate that im feeling vulnerable about something so instead im gonna try and turn my vulnerabilities into armour” - like deciding to turn all of your writing, not just the stuff that won’t fit on your main project’s albums, into solo material because your solo stuff doesn’t have to be successful 

but also, ok fine. 

and so he sort of? lets it go? because tbh once roger latches onto something, when u havent go in there early enough? your best bet is to just wait for him to.... get over it. which he generally does. he doesnt have the patience for decade long grudge matches, not really.

and then it all comes to a head when brian writes and shows them all machines (or: back to humans) which obvs came about from an idea of roger’s and. well. freddie thinks its amazing, john is nodding along even as he sends him small little side eyes and well. fuck it, right?

and so the next week he comes in and slams down the first rough draft of radio gaga, the music heavily influenced by I Cry for You (Love, Hope and Confusion) which freddie had been complaining about being used up on a solo album 

and then he goes home and tops the hell out of john, the end.

[willofhounds]

Broken souls ch 7

Graves's POV

He stood next to the Lake where he was supposed to meet Newt. Tonight there would be fireworks that evening. He insisted that Newt come so that he could relax some.

Ever since he appeared with Dumbledore Newt had been on edge. The younger man refused to meet with his brother again. He couldn't face the one he was supposed to kill.

Percival hoped that if he worked with Newt more that he would realize that no one deserved to be alone. No matter the things Newt had done the younger man had turned away from that life. It wasn't too late for him.

Dumbledore tried talking to Newt as well. Unlike with Percival the younger man did not relax in the slightest with the professor. There wasn't the same amount of trust there.

A sound of footsteps were heard behind him. They were too heavy to be Newt. Turning he found a silvery grey haired man staring at him. A sword hung at the man's hip and Percival could see his twitching hand.

Percival inquired his hand on his wand, "Who are you?"

Something told him this man wasn't friendly. The man cackled with an insane look, "You have him under a spell. I will kill you so that the spell will break."

Percival didn't say anything but his kind was reeling. What in the hell was he talking about? There was little doubt in his mind that this crazy man was talking about Newt. The spell part he had no idea.

Percival shot off a stunning spell but it was blocked by the sheath of the sword. A vicious insane grin that sent shiver down his spine was given.

The man pulled the sword from its sheath. Percival stared at it dumbfounded. What in the name of Mary Lewis did the man think he was doing with a broken sword?

The blade wasn't even half its original length. There were three or four inches of the blade left.

He moved shooting off non verbal spells that never hit their target. Then a white hot pain erupted in his chest. Blood exploded as if he had been hit with a cutting curse.

Staggering away he looked back at the man. Where the blade was broken it was now drenched in his blood. What the hell?

Basic magic was no longer an option. He began using more complex magic some of which he could get in trouble for using. This time he saw the blade move.

The man's hand came up and the blood dripped from the blade. Then it lengthened as he flung it down. There was no way to stop it or to avoid it as blood erupted from his chest a new cut.

His only thought from there was that this was the power of Chronos. That thought was terrifying.

Newt's POV

Newt ran through the city streets. He had to reach Percival before Creed did. That moron thought that she made him weak. That she somehow enchanted him. Nothing could be further from the truth. Percival was the one who had shown him another path.

The people at the festival shouted at him as he pushed past. He had to find Percival. He had to save the older man from Creed.

As he turned the corner to where he was supposed to meet Says his heart stopped. He lay on the concrete blood pooling around him. Across the front of his chest were several slash marks.

He was alive but only barely. Creed was grinning as he stood by a nearby wall.

Kids were hiding around the corner. There was true fear in their eyes. He would have to keep Creed from seeing them. If he did then the man wouldn't hesitate to kill or use them. It was the way of Chronos. One of many things he had not agreed but never spoke up.

In Chronos it didn't matter if they were man woman or child. If they had to die it was the Numbers job to kill them.

Newt rushed to his friend's side and helped him sit up. Creed frowned but didn't say anything.

Percival whispered pain clear in her voice, "This isn't your fault, Train. Don't go back down the path you have diverged from."

His green eyes looked down at his friend sadness in them. He wouldn't make it to the hospital. Without any magical training he couldn't help his friend.

He said trying to comfort Percival the best he could, "Don't speak. Please save your strength."

He said his and cupping Newt's cheek, "Don't forget your promise. Newt... I..."

Whatever he was going to say was lost in the gasping. Blood was filling his lungs and he was drowning. He held Percival close not allowing him to die alone.

Tears stained his face for the first time in years. Creed was a dead man.

He drew Hades as the man said, "There you go, Newt. With him dead you are no longer bound to his spell. Now come with me and we will bring down Chronos."

Gently Newt laid Percival down. The man was still breathing but only barely.

Newt snarled, "You're a dead man, Creed."

Creed's face fell as he said sadly, "Oh Newt. It seems the spell hasn't worn off yet. Dont worry it will soon."

"This end now!" He roared.

Fireworks exploded above him in all sorts of colors. It lit up the dark alley.

Newt blocked the attack by the extension of the sword. This wasn't magic but the ability of Tao. It was an inheritance thought to have been destroyed by Chronos years before.

Loading a burst bullet into the chamber. He locked it in and aimed preparing to fire. As he dodged another attack he fire. Behind him there was the sound of metal screeching. It was a metal on metal sound.

He turned to see an oil tanker had been hit by Creed's attack. In his distraction he could not get Hades up in time to block the next attack. Kotetsu hit him in the chest blood erupted from the wound and he bit back a cry.

Carefully he kept him feet but it wasn't long before the blood loss began to effect him. The wound to his chest was massive and deep.

When he looked at his hand he saw a black light come off it. Oh no. The last time he saw that light he blacked out. Then when he came to he was in a room of dead bodies. Every single body had been torn apart. Almost as if by a rabid animal.

His emotion ran out of control at seeing it. Seeing his panic Creed grinned and went to attack him again. Then it felt as if his chest burst and the whole world went black.

Sven's POV

Eve was sitting on his shoulders. Her bright violet eyes watched the exploding rockets in the sky. Ever since he had taken her in she was becoming more and more like the child she was.

Sven decides to risk bringing her out into the open. Chronos was presently occupied with their runaway cat. Sven was surprised to learn about the Black Cat's betrayal of group.

From his interactions with the Cat he could tell the man was fiercely loyal. It would take something drastic to turn the Cat away from his masters. Then again when Sven called out to him, Black Cat stayed his hand. He didn't kill Eve.

Eve said breathlessly, "Blood. I smell blood."

Huh? He looked up at Eve. Her eyes were no longer on the fireworks. They were staring off into the distance. As if trying to see something he couldn't.

She ordered urgently, "This way, Sven. We have to save him!"

Save him? Who was him? He wanted to ask but would wait. This was the first time he heard her so frantic.

She led him far from the party to a backside of the lake. An alleyway was lit up by fireworks. A black shadow was running amok. He had to grab Eve at the last second as it went through the alleyway and at ship. They hid behind another wall just as the ship exploded.

Eve struggled to get out of his arms. She repeated, "Blood. I smell blood. We must save him."

"Who, Eve? We can't go into that blaze. We will die."

She wasn't listening however. Instead she had climbed down from his shoulders and had taken off. Straight into the blaze.

Sven ran after her using his jacket to shield his face. He nearly bumped into her as she had kneeled to check on something on the ground.

His eyes widened at the sight that lay on the ground. Black Cat in his dark jacket covering on the top portion of him was lying there. Two kids lay on the ground under his protective jacket. He had to get them out of there before the fire got worse.

[tartagilicious]

I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with Eugene with a slightly taller MC who defends Eugene from a zombie. Eugene then realizes he has feelings for MC but thinks they dont like him, after a patrol of the roofs leads to MC and Eugene having a mushy stargazing night with quite a bit of fluff at the end!

Hi, thanks for guiding me through the process of what you want! that helps me a lot. I hope you like it! this is long af, so i’m sorry that it took so long. this probably isn’t as much fluff as you wanted, but it was a little hard to fit it in, so I apologise for that ^^;

(this one has some details from the 2nd critical. which, btw, she sprained her ankle then but was immediately fine?? that’s changing as well 🤷🏼‍♀️)

I could hear someone shouting as I felt myself begin to fall back, but that feeling was soon replaced when someone’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me back up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the zombie struggling on the floor of the karaoke room while my saviour landed my feet on the ground.

The sound of heartbeats around me was so loud and strong that I didn’t even know if they were coming from me or Lawrence. 

“You guys!”

Eugene, the one who I had heard shouting before, came rushing up to us.

“That was really close,” Lawrence let out a relieved laugh as he finally let go of my arm, leaving me to stabilise my weight myself. And I knew I could do it, but my ankle just didn’t let me do it well. So, as soon as his hold loosened, I staggered a bit.

Though his arm was quick to hold me up again, to which I returned with a grateful smile. “Oh my god. Thank you guys. You saved my life,”

Despite me saying this, Eugene still looked concerned, his eyes lingering on where Lawrence was touching for what I felt like was a little too long. “Are you hurt? Did you get bitten?”

I shook my head, but he kneeled down next to me anyway. Upon looking at my ankle a little closer, I noticed his expression shift.

“It’s just a minor sprain,” I tried, knowing full well that probably wouldn’t get through to him. “I’ll be fine.”

Eugene ignored me, though, turning to Lawrence and mentioning, “It’s really swollen. It must hurt a lot,”

“In any case, ___, I’m glad you’re okay,” Lawrence said to me, offering me a small smile which I hesitantly returned.

“Yeah— but, what happened up here? I was p-” I paused, not wanting to outright say that I thought I was pushed just yet. “I fell down there before I could really see what was happening,”

The guys both exchanged looks and both almost immediately went off into their own things. Lawrence let out a deep sigh from beside me, while Eugene just looked away and started to play with the hem of his sweatshirt, unconsciously, I assumed.

Jay, he-

They almost didn’t even need to say it.

“Okay,” I nodded, getting both of their attention again. “I get it. Let’s just get out of here first, then.”

“Thanks. I’ll tell you the story later, okay?” Eugene said this, turning my attention to him. I just nodded.

“Right, well, we should really get back to the school.”

I got a piggyback from Eugene back to the school after minutes of insistence, but I had to admit, I wasn’t really looking forward to limping back to the school, either. After that was settled, though, it was a generally peaceful walk back. With the sun setting, and almost no zombies around, I was finally able to relax a little bit for what felt like the first time in weeks.

Though I still felt a little bad about making Eugene carry me all the way back to the school, I began to fall asleep on his back as he climbed up the stairs in the school anyway. 

I couldn’t help but look at my feet while Scarlett yelled at me soon after, ‘you killed Jay!’

I didn’t want to hear it, I didn’t want her accusing me anymore. But, everyone’s expressions made me feel bad nonetheless, so I had no choice but to tuck my throbbing ankle behind my other leg and take her words. 

Everyone’s fear mixed with doubts, It was a dangerous thing. And with every passing minute, it proved to be too much for me. So I excused myself from the room, and turned my back on Scarlett’s screaming voice.

I didn’t even want to go back to my classroom at that point, but the moment I sat down in the blankets on the floor, I fell asleep. I only woke up hours later at what I thought was a knock on my door, but even then, I just decided that I was hearing things and fell back asleep.

I didn’t know why I was so tired suddenly, but by the time I was finally awake, it was already dark out. I cursed to myself as I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I looked at the moonlight shining through the windows. I’d probably already missed dinner and the meeting, but it was too late to go back to sleep now. After a restless night last night, a good afternoon nap was the only thing I needed for history to repeat itself.

But, before I could begin to run through any of the possible outcomes of the night ahead of me, someone knocked on my door. I opened it to face a slightly surprised Zion, but I couldn’t blame him. I was equally as surprised to see him.

“I see you’re awake now, sleepyhead,” He grinned at me, inducing a tired smile from me.

“I’m sorry for missing the meeting and dinner,” 

“Nah, it’s alright, I think almost everyone understood,’ He told me, not even bothering to mention the certain someone. 

“Ah, I see. So just the usual objections?” I asked, getting a kick out of the slight eyebrow raise he did at my words. 

“Yeah, You know her,” He laughed a bit, making me smile again

“But anyway, do you need something? You showing up outside my door at this time isn’t really normal,” I asked, getting his attention again.

“Oh yeah, It’s just, ___, I wanted to ask; can you check up on Eugene for me?”

 His expression showing that he knew what he was asking was probably a stretch. 

“Eugene?” I furrowed my brows. “Why do I need to check on Eugene?”

But, I didn’t think it was.

“He’s been in a weird mood ever since you guys came back today, and, I don’t know- I guess you’d probably be the best to talk to him,”

I didn’t really follow his logic, but I couldn’t find any reason to turn him down. 

“I mean, yeah, I guess I can. Where is he?”

“Thanks,” He gave me a small smile, which I returned. Zion might not always show it, but I knew that he cared a lot about Eugene. “I think he’s coming in from patrol. Do you need any help with your ankle or anything?”

I instinctively looked down at my ankle that was still wrapped tightly with a bundle of gauze. Maybe I was dumb for not accepting his help, but I just shook my head.

“I think I’ll be fine.”

He looked a little hesitant, but I knew that he had faith in me. “Just, yell if you need any help, alright?”

“Will do.”

I nodded, walking past him and making my way to the stairs. This was probably nothing but Zion worrying, which I acknowledged, but I couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Whatever kind of mood that he was talking about, I hoped that Eugene was okay. 

Only once I stood at the top of the stairs, did I realise what I was actually getting myself into. My ankle was throbbing still, and going down at this time was a risk on its own and I knew it. But looking behind me into the empty hallway for a moment, I let out a quick sigh and just decided that I would go through with it.

Besides, if I needed any help, Eugene and Harry would be up around here soon enough.

It wasn’t that hard to hop down the stairs on one foot, but it tired me out quickly enough. My body was still lagging from the midday nap I’d taken, so everything came to a stop faster than I would’ve liked. 

But thankfully I only got down the first flight of stairs before I was met with Eugene and Harry walking up.

“___?” They both stopped as Harry asked, “When did you wake up?”

I could see why Zion asked me to check on Eugene. He had given a reaction to my appearance, but there was a sort of look behind his eyes that was frantic. 

“___?”

I was brought back to reality by Harry calling my name again, before I finally realised that I had been staring at Eugene.

“Ah,” I averted my gaze, slightly embarrassed as I laughed, “Just now. I just wanted to stretch out a little bit-”

“Your ankle is sprained. You shouldn’t do that,” Eugene interrupted, sending my eyes to him again. 

Harry nudged him, breaking our eye contact. “She’s been in bed all day, she’s probably cramped.”

“But, ___, why come here? It’s dangerous for anyone,” Harry said.

I didn’t find any reason to lie. 

“I wanted to see where you guys were,” I admitted, surprising both of them. 

“Thanks, ___. Do you want to come up with us now?”

There was my chance to ask Eugene what I needed to, I knew. But, strangely, I couldn’t find the courage to. So, I just said, “No, I don’t think I want to go back yet. I want to walk around a little more,”

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eugene said, his voice getting a little rougher all of the sudden. “You’re hurt and you need to rest,”

I knew he would say that.

“Then, can you come with me?” I asked this bluntly, as the idea had just shown up in my head. 

Both of them looked surprised, to say the least, but before either of them could react further, I realised that what I had said was probably a jump. 

“You don’t have t-”

“Yeah, ___. I’ll come with you,” Eugene interrupted, now surprising me. I was at a loss for words when I noticed Harry looking between the two of us, slightly puzzled.

“Come up soon, okay? It’s late, so be careful,” Harry said, giving us one last smile before trudging his way up the rest of the stairs. I just watched his back for a moments, slightly nervous to turn back to Eugene as I knew that he was already looking at me. 

“___, why would you come down here if you just wanted to stretch, you idiot,” His words told me that he was irritated, but he couldn’t help but look away as he spoke. I was hoping that at least this way, he wouldn’t notice my fumbling nature.

“I- I was bored of the hall. I wanted to see something new, so can you show me something?” I asked, watching his eyebrows tick up slightly as he looked back at me.

“Gee,” He smiled slightly for the first time since I’d run into him. “You’re so weird. But, yeah. I will,”

He helped me silently down the rest of the stairs, occasionally criticising my decisions and asking me why I had even bothered to be injured in the first place if I was going to be like this.

“Moving is a big part of recovery, you dumbass. And for your information, I was getting a little cramped in my classroom,”

We made it down to the second floor after a few minutes of quiet arguing, but thankfully, it wasn’t serious anymore. The both of us had hints of smiles as we went back and forth over little things, mistakes and internet humour that came pre-apocalypse.

We walked slowly like that for quite a while – or for at least what felt like it – until we turned a corner was suddenly faced with a creature lurking in a nearby doorway. Eugene stopped me immediately, thankfully, having recognised the low groaning before I did. He held the shoulder he’d been leading me by tightly as if to tell me to stay put, and with a small squeeze to stay silent.

Didn’t Zion and Ethan clear this area already? I knew both of us were thinking it, but neither of us dared to speak a word.

His voice was slightly shaky as he said, “Back up slowly. I’ll get you up the stairs as fast as I can,”

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of the monster in front of me as I swallowed harshly. I took a few steps back on my own, going very slowly as to not get the zombies attention nor hurt myself any more, but that didn’t seem to be helping. We needed to get out of its view, and fast. 

“Faster,” I whispered, taking another step back as he followed my instructions, adding a little speed into his steps as well. I was relieved, being able to see the edge of the wall in the corner of my eye, but it was too soon to feel relieved. 

As soon as we stepped back what seemed to be one of the last necessary ones, Eugene’s sneaker squeaked on the tile floor. I cursed shamelessly as the zombie’s head turned towards us, our presence finally registering in us as it began to come towards us.

Fear flooded through my veins as I gritted my teeth, grabbed Eugene’s arm, and went as fast as I could to the staircase. I was breathing hard, and tears were coming to my eyes, but I didn’t care about that right now.

God, I’m so stupid for wanting to come down here.

But all that mattered right now was that both of us survived.

Once we were beginning to near the staircase, the zombie was still only right behind us, but my ankle was throbbing at this point. I knew I shouldn’t have pushed it that hard only hours after spraining it, but if I had to choose between my ankle getting a little worse and being bitten by a zombie — well, the choice seemed easy to me.

“Hey,” Eugene shook my shoulders as I started to slow down. “Come on, you can make it!”

No, I can’t.

“Okay,” I nodded, catching my breath as I picked up my pace again.

It hurts.

We had finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want Eugene to die, but, I didn’t feel like I could-

“___!” Eugene was calling my name, shaking me again, making me look up and see the zombie turning the corner to us. I let out a sigh, tears coming to my eyes.

I didn’t even know if we were going to make it, but I still had to try anyway. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve and spotted a pocket attached to the wall, containing fire safety items. I’d learned about these kinds of thing not that long ago, only right before the apocalypse had broken out, so as I took a few steps forward to reach for the bag, I relied on luck to help me find what I hoped was in there.

“___!” He whispered to me frantically as his fingers slipped away from my shoulder, but I didn’t answer.

I hurriedly opened the pocket rummaging through it as I looked at the zombie, the creature still slowly lurking through the doorway to the stairwell. That was when my palm clasped around it; a long metal bar with a slight curve at the end.

“Crowbars are really effective against zombies if you know how to use them,” Ethan had said to me, picking up a bloodied one from the mass pile of weapon-like things they’d accumulated. “Go for the head, and if the hit’s strong enough, it’ll go out just like that.”

Eugene immediately recognised my intentions when I pulled it out, saying my name again as if to talk me out of it. But I didn’t listen to him. I took a few shaky steps forward, gripped the bar, and swung.

I was terrified, to be honest. I knew that if I missed, I would die. But, when I opened my eyes again, the zombie was on the ground, blood gushing from the wound I’d made in its neck. I was breathing hard, and my heartbeat was beating so fast in my ears that I didn’t even realise Eugene pulling me away.

“God, ___. Why are you so reckless?” He asked, quickly putting my arm over his shoulder as he began to lead me up the stairs. I just gave him a small smile.

“I’m happy you’re still alive, Eugene.”

He just looked away as I said this, his cheeks tinged red as he sighed. “At least we both made it. Let’s tell the others tomorrow morning, okay?”

I nodded, responding quietly. “Okay.”

He gave me a small smile as we both stopped at the top of the stairs. “Thank you, ___ You were really brave and saved both of us, even with your ankle,”

He laughed sheepishly.

“Try to sleep well tonight, okay?”

But it took a long time to fall asleep that night. I even considered going over to Eugene’s classroom a few times, but if I was being honest, I was afraid to go out into the halls. Every once in a while, I’d a hear a zombie groan, and the sound alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine. My thoughts kept me awake well into the night – just causing my body to pass out from exhaustion eventually.

The knock on my door the next morning was a little later than usual, I could tell. But I didn’t pay much mind to it as I got up and made my way over to the door. I wasn’t surprised to be faced with Eugene.

Before I could say anything, he asked,”Hey, ___. How’d you sleep?”

I didn’t answer, just giving him a small sheepish laugh. He still seemed to understand, though.

“Yeah, I didn’t really sleep that well, either. But I’m glad you seem fine,”

In the meeting, Eugene and I told everyone else what had happened the night before together. And for once, I agreed with Scarlett.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it was my fault for suggesting it.” I nodded, avoiding her eyes as she smiled triumphantly. 

“See, it is her fault! Isn’t this enough to make her leave now?” She said, seeming genuinely excited that I’d finally messed up. I could see doubt in everyone’s expression, but I didn’t know which side it was directed to, and that worried me.

“Oh, quit it with that, Scarlett! She may have suggested it, but she saved me. Twisted ankle and all, and there’s no way doing something like that means she deserves being kicked out,” Eugene argued, earning a scoff from her.

But before she could say anything else, Zion piped up from beside her. “Sure, let’s say everything is her fault, Scarlett. but you can’t change that she got them out of that situation.”

She let out an irritated sigh. “So what? You’re just going to let her go?”

“I think rather than punishing her, wouldn’t it be better to do more thorough patrols? They did run into a zombie after all, and that’s not her fault,”

“You don’t know that!”

A few people sighed.

“Scarlett, the discussion’s over.” Lawrence said. “Ethan and I will do patrol after this meeting’s over, who wants to go tonight?”

Nobody spoke up, and at that point, I knew for a fact that everyone else was at least sceptical after last night. Finding a zombie in the school after everyone had been working so hard to keep them out was a big thing, even though no one said to out loud. 

“Why don’t Eugene and ___ go? They’ve already had to deal with it once, anyway,”

Eugene shot Scarlett a glare. “What kind of logic is th-”

“Alright, we will,” I interrupted, making everyone look over at me.

“We will?”

Zion just shook his head. “Kid, you can’t go again. It’s too dangerous. No matter what you think, you probably just got lucky last night,”

“Then I’ll try my best to get lucky again tonight, Zion. Besides, I know that if there are really more zombies around, Lawrence and Ethan will take care of them soon better than we can,” I said, leaving him silent. 

Normally, I would try to keep Scarlett’s words from getting to me, but this time, I couldn’t handle it. I hated how she belittled me, and wanted me gone for everything I did that was even slightly out of line. My ankle felt a little better today, and for some reason, I just had the desire to prove her wrong because of it. 

“That’s not exactly how it works, ___. But, if you say that you can do it, I guess I really have no choice but to believe you.” Zion shrugged, beginning to smile as Scarlett was looking even more irritated.

I nodded and smiled back. “Thanks, Zion,”

“Okay, so Eugene and ___ for night watch. Good luck tonight, you two,”

The day went by as normal, then Eugene was at my door that night at sunset. I could tell that he was a little unhappy.

“Looking forward to this, huh?” I asked, a hint of teasing in my voice as he scoffed, turning away to hide his smile.

“Absolutely, ___. Who wouldn’t be?” he replied, sarcasm dripping off of his tone. I just laughed.

With the both of us still a little jumpy, we were only assigned to patrol the 3rd floor. And I was glad that Lawrence had decided to spare us like that; even if it had made gotten a rise out of Scarlett. 

Eugene and I walked around as fast as we could, since my ankle felt considerably better after a night of rest. the both of us spooked at the quickly darkening sky and the occasional random noise. I knew that we both knew that there was no way the zombies could be up there, but we were still cautious, nonetheless. 

“Hey, does your ankle still hurt?”

I turned to Eugene as he asked the question raising a brow. “Huh?”

“Your ankle.” He repeated. “How is it?”

“Ah,” my eyes trailed down to my ankle as I walked, the slight pinch in it being all that was left at this point. “It’s a lot better, thanks to you. If you hadn’t helped me walk like that last night, who knows where I would be right now,”

dead, that’s for sure.

He scoffed lightly. “Don’t even say it. You’re the one who took down the zombie,”

“Yeah, but without you I couldn’t have taken down the zombie!”

“Come on, ___. Why are you so nice? It’s irritating, because I didn’t do anything to help you then!’

I gave him a look as we both stopped walking. “You helped me get there! Literally!”

I just sighed, “Would you rather me just say that you were no help at all?”

“That would be the truth,” He shrugged.

“Eugene you-”

“Hey,” He interrupted, grinning as he watched my confused expression. “Wanna go up on the rooftop?”

“What? That’s random,”

“It’s a yes or no question, ___”

So, minutes later, we were both sitting up on the rooftop. 

“Hey, Eugene? Can I ask you something?” I said, watching him turn his head to look at me from where he was sitting. He looked a little confused, but still nodded.

“Was anything bothering you last night? I mean- you know, before we almost got killed,” I said, laughing sheepishly as he just smiled, his face tinging red.  

“No, I don’t think so, why?” He said this, but the way his cheeks were and how he refused to look right at me told me otherwise.

I leaned a little closer to him, holding me knees up to my chest as I teased, “Are you sure?”

Without looking at me, he just laughed and pushed me away lightly. I just grinned, laying back and putting my arms behind my head. Eugene noticed what I was doing and just scoffed, smiling.

“You’re unbelievable,”

“You still love me though,” I said, staring up at the sky as I failed to notice how flustered he’d gotten from my words. Having a moment of peace like this where I truly didn’t have anything else to worry about was nice; and something definitely none of us got often anymore. 

“Hey, ___? Do you like the stars?” Eugene asked, finally stretching out next to me, supporting his weight on his hands as he stared at the sky. I looked up at him and nodded.

“Yeah. At home, I had those glow in the dark stars on my ceiling, and, I guess this just reminds me of it a little bit of that,”

He nodded in understanding. It was hard to talk about home sometimes, but I felt comfortable with Eugene, so it was no trouble mentioning it.

“Do you miss home?”

I couldn’t help a small smile. “Yeah. A lot,”

“What about you, Eugene? Do you like space?”

“I never had the stars on my ceiling,” He joked, making my smile a little wider. “But, I did take astronomy as an elective for a while,”

I sat up slightly my eyebrows raising. “Whoah, really? My school didn’t even have an astronomy class,”

“Yeah, but you probably still know more than I do,” He shrugged.

“…I’d bet that’s true,”

“Then let’s do it.  ___, what’s that constellation right there?” He asked, finally laying down next to me, so close that his ear was almost touching mine. I didn’t pay attention to this, though.

“That’s the Big Dipper, you headass.”

“Hey, I was starting off easy!”

He kept rambling off constellations for me to name, and even if his point was a little off, and he got them wrong at some point, I really enjoyed what he was doing for me.

“That’s Cassiopeia!” I said excitedly, inducing a groan from him.

“How is it that you didn’t have an astronomy class but can still name all 88 constellations?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised as I just laughed. I hadn’t even noticed, but in the time we’d been laying down, we’d somehow gotten even closer. Our hips were touching, and if I moved even a centimeter closer, it would probably be safe to say that I would be hugging him.

“I love space, that’s all,” I answer quietly, embarrassed by my sudden realisation. 

He nodded, casually bringing his hand around me to rest my head on his shoulder. I was a little surprised, but didn’t say anything about it.

“So, Eugene, you never did answer me. Was something wrong yesterday? You seemed pretty irritable,” I said, getting a sigh from him.

“Don’t laugh,” He mumbled, just further fueling my curiosity. “But I was just worried about your ankle, to be honest,”

“Why would I laugh?” I asked, moving my head to look him in the eye. He held the eye contact shakily. “You worried about me. Thank you for that,”

He just looked away, embarrassed. 

“You are better though.. right?” He asked faintly, inducing a soft laugh from me

“Yeah, a lot. Thanks,”

I leaned back into his shoulder, shifting around to get comfortable. The roof was concrete, so it wasn’t the softest, but next to him, I probably could’ve fallen asleep anyway.

“Eugene,” I mumbled, his eyes moving down to mine. “Thank you for this. I haven’t had this much fun in a while,”

He seemed pretty proud of my answer, smiling as he pulled me a little closer. I could feel almost the entirety of the outlines of our bodies molding together. And, if I was being honest, it was a nice feeling. 

“Good,” He whispered this happily into my hair, earning another smile from me. So, I adjusted my head and turned my body to face him, wrapping my arms around his torso as I buried my face in his chest.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” I whispered, getting comfort in the way his arms wrapped around me seconds later.

“Yeah,” He agreed faintly. “Let’s.”

[jangofctts]

Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two) 

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh       

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

  You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days. 

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules. 

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell. 

You’ve got other shit to do anyway. 

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman. 

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.  

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”    

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.    

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”      

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.  

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.” 

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch. 

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking. 

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.  

                               -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever. 

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.   

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.   

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option. 

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent. 

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.   

The next time you part,  Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm. 

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile. 

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.” 

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare. 

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong— 

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.    

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.  

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him. 

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp. 

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly. 

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.  

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”   

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit. 

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all… 

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. 

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth. 

It's perfect. So fucking good. 

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts. 

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.” 

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..." 

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. 

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork. 

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.” 

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you. 

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts. 

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic. 

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare. 

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are. 

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”   

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.   

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor. 

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said. 

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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[artificialqueens]

hollywoof hills [vet au] - chapter 3 - akita

A/N: this took a lot longer than expected, but hey, i got it done! i dont think any triggers apply really except one case of misgendering someone. theres a little bit of set up in this chapter for later events

It was a quiet day today. There weren’t many appointments booked, and all the calls so far had been to book things in later that week. The phone wasn’t even ringing much, and while you’d think that would be a nice thing for the two on reception, it was not. Since they didn’t have anything to do, they’d both been asked to sort the Pet Health Plan monthly flea treatments. It was a lot of checking info, labelling, and putting  things in packets. Farrah looked frustrated and restless, and Manila looked like she was ready to end it.

“Why can’t the nurses do this?” The pink haired girl mewled, “They all have to sign them off anyway.” “I know! We have other things to do.” “Like what?” Adore barked, having been sat at her desk, “I don’t see you handling any animals, or having to do a fuckload of paperwork.” “You wouldn’t have a ‘fuckload of paperwork’ if you filled it in when you got it,” Manila cockily returned, and yelped when a pen lid hit her neck, “Oi! Don’t throw things. I’ll tell on you.” “You’ll tell on me? Good luck, Jinkx loves me and Max can’t touch me.” “Go back to your paperwork, Delano.”

They fell into a quiet again, making small talk over the crinkle of plastic packets. Then, a moment of salvation - the door alarm rung as someone came through. It was Brutus, his saggy lips slobbering, and his bald belly swinging. For someone who’d had a major bowel op, he was looking pretty happy. “There’s our hedgehog eater!” Farrah cooed as she stood up, before glancing up at the person walking him. She didn’t recognise them at all, having only ever seen this dog with a middle aged woman, but she noticed that they were much prettier than the typical owner, and definitely younger. “What’re you looking at?” They said with a biting tone, though their face followed it with a smirk. “Sorry, I’ve only seen him with your… mum?” “Yeah, she made me bring him in today.”

There was a brief pause, Farrah still getting a grip on herself. They were quite cute, and though they were coming off a little brusque, she wanted to know more. However, she did need to do her job, and eventually asked, “Can you just put him on the scales?” “Why? He’s not gonna have lost weight since yesterday.” “I don’t know, but I’m told I have to ask anyone who comes in with a dog to get their weight.” After pulling a face, they put the canine up on the scales, calling over, “84.5 kilos, the fat fuck.” They affectionately pet his side, “What was he yesterday?” “He was 84.5 kilos.” She returned. “Told you.” “Take a seat, Miss Kween.” “Ew, don’t. Call me Aja.” With that, they wandered off to the chairs, large dog lumbering after.

When Farrah turned back to Manila, she caught her sniggering at her. Pulling a face, she tried to go back to sorting the flea treatment, but there was a fluster on her face, and she kept glimpsing up at the person sat on the chairs, pretty chilled out, fussing the dog and telling him how handsome and brave he was. When Jinkx came out to call them through into the consult, they greeted them pleasantly, like they knew each other. As soon as that door closed, the dark haired receptionist started on Farrah.

“Look at you getting all nervous!” “Fuck all the way off.” She was quick to snap, “So what? I didn’t expect to see anyone my age, or cute, this morning.” “You think they’re cute?” “I don’t not think that, leave me alone,” Whining, she threw one of the empty flea treatment boxes at her. “Why is everyone chucking things at me?” “We wouldn’t if you weren’t annoying,” Adore chimed, getting up to join Jinkx in the consult, realising she was meant to follow. Once she was gone, Farrah mumbled, “Even if I do think sh-” “They.” “-They’re cute, they’re a client, I’m not really gonna get a chance.” “You never know.” She smirked, “We’ll see what happens when they come back out.”

-

Max was a very polite woman. Politeness was something she’d prided herself on, particularly in this line of work, where you sometimes did have difficult clients. This pre-op check, however, was testing her a little bit. The cat was fine, it was a young male, 5 months old, in for a castrate. He was the right weight for the operation, so that wasn’t an issue. He was looking healthy and happy - or at least, as happy as a Persian could look. In fact, he would be the perfect pet to operate on, until she noticed that in his fur, there was some cat food.

It was necessary to ask anyway, though it was now a lot more important to do it. “Has he had any breakfast?” “I had to give him something, he kept meowing for food.” “So he has eaten this morning?” “Yes.” The owner seemed a little irate at the questioning. Max took a deep breath, trying not to show the annoyance she felt, “Unfortunately, we won’t be able to operate today. When you booked him in, you were informed that he must have food withdrawn the night before, at 8pm.” “But I can’t just not feed him! It’s cruel!”

For a moment, she considered getting someone else into the room. She considered seeing if Jinkx was free, because they were a more seasoned vet, and they must have dealt with this before. But Max couldn’t always go running for help, and after a moment’s consideration, she re-explained the exact risks she’d listed for the owner three days ago when the cat was booked in. “The anaesthetic can make the cat feel poorly, and it can make them vomit. Because of that, we need them to come in on an empty stomach so that they don’t vomit while unconscious on the table, as they can then end up choking, and in many cases, it can kill them. We can rebook you in for later this week, but please, you must not feed him after 8pm the night before the operation.” “Fine. I better not have to pay for this waste of time appointment.” “The pre-op check is free.” Putting the cat back in the basket, she saw the owner off. Milk quickly slipped into the room, saying a quick goodbye to the client.

As soon as the door was shut, Max pulled a face in the direction of where the owner exited. Perhaps it was immature, but it got a light laugh from her nurse, who sprayed down the table and scales with disinfectant. It wasn’t much, but it saved the vet the hassle of wiping things down before another appointment. “The dog for its dental’s here, you want me to start setting up in prep for him?” “I’d say yes but I don’t know yet if his owner knows how to follow instructions.” “I’ll do it anyway,” Milk laughed, “Try not to get too stressed out, if anything, it gives us essentially a free break to catch up on stuff.”

-

Not long after the cat went, and the dog came through, Aja left the consult room, slobbering Brutus lumbering behind them, elizabethan collar clanging loudly on the doorframe on the way out to reception. He was healing well, and they’d been instructed to just keep a close eye on him, and to bring him back again the next day. As they came up to book in again, Farrah near scurried out from the vet’s desk area, where she’d been meaninglessly flipping through worming packets, trying to actually manifest some confidence.

“How’s he doing?” She cooed, sitting in her chair and leaning forward on the wood. “Well, his insides are still in him, so that’s good. And he’s not too inflamed around them or anything. They said I’ve gotta bring him back tomorrow?” “Of course,” she opened to book an appointment, “Is 9.40 tomorrow okay?” “Should be fine, yeah.” After a pause, punctuated by taking one of the business cards, they asked, “You working tomorrow?” “Yeah - Monday, Wednesday, Thursday are my days.” “Guess I’ll see you in the morning then.” With a smirk, Aja waved with their free hand as they headed outside.

When they’d walked out, Farrah turned toward Manila with an incredulous expression. She didn’t want to be getting her hopes up, but there was something promising about the way they asked about her shifts. It could have been just pleasant conversation, but that wasn’t what she wanted it to be. There wasn’t much time for chatting about it though, as the phones were quick to provide an interruption. The black haired receptionist picked up, leaving the other to turn to speak with a bored Adore, who was now on the couch, cuddling a dozy Major.

“Did you finish the paperwork?” “Fuck no,” She snorted, “I have to get Jinkx to double check like all of it as well.” “How much you got left?” “Not a lot but it’s all stuff to be signed off. I’ve filed a few things away though.” “You’ve only got 2 appointments and they’re both after 5, so you have to go clean the groomer’s room out.” She grinned as soon as the woman groaned. “How many appointments Jinkx got?” Moving off the couch, she looked over Farrah’s chair, chin resting on the back of it, “Oh they’ve got like a free morning. They’re helping me now then.”

-

This room was full of just any old garbage. There were rusted dog crates, a broken cat basket, half a broken computer chair, a fold away table  that was for some reason not folded away, and several boxes and bags of decorations. A couple of boxes in the corner, it turned out much to Jinkx’s delight, was full of leashes and collars, clearly put here as spares, which were quite needed. They had a couple of slip leads on the hangers by prep, but they were worn through, and several of them had just disappeared.

Adore was currently focused on the unopened packages with ‘VET BED’ scrawled over them in scruffy writing. This room had clearly been meant for storing things they needed, but most of it had gotten completely forgotten about. Opening the box, it was full of the soft wooly bedding, which she decided she would suggest to Chad to use in replacement of the old, overwashed strips of it they were using. There was a lot of the new stuff, so much so that she checked it was from their own order, and not for the groomer. It was delivered a year ago.

“There’s a lot of good stuff in here,” Jinkx mused, “but there’s also a whole lot of… junk?” “You’re free for ages, and Max just has one op, should we take some of this shit out to the dump?” “Why not? It’ll probably take until lunch, so I guess it’s McDonalds today.” “Fuck yeah! We offering to anyone else to pitch in for it or are we just getting it for us?” “I’ll go ask them now, you start moving stuff nearer the door so we can get it out quicker.”

As Jinkx left, she focused quite intently on rearranging the room. This wasn’t Adore’s favourite type of job, tidying up was boring and exhausting and she’d rather be doing something more productive, but the promise of food was good incentive. Plus, she absolutely loved going in the car with Jinkx, as silly as it sounded, because it was always fun. Even if they were going on the worst home visit, the car ride was light and entertaining. Dragging the broken chair to be beside the door, she hoped this wouldn’t take too long, now excited to get out. When Jinkx was back, they helped drag everything toward the door. Once they’d sorted what was going in the tip, they encouraged Adore to help load the car.

-

Sat on the floor in front of one of the kennels, Max was doing the fun job of hand feeding a dog wet food. She’d been warned by the owner that he would wolf it down, so to try and prevent him from aspirating it, she elected not to just leave a bowl of food in his crate, as was the usual protocol. Originally, she’d offered it on a spoon, but he was clanking his gums off it and whining, so the best option was feeding him by hand. Sure, she had a rubber glove on, but she didn’t find it any less disgusting. Milk slumped down beside her, greeting the greedy yorkie with a polite hello.

“For someone whose hands have been inside of animals, you’d think I could manage this without feeling ill.” “Well, animal insides aren’t usually cold.” Nudging her elbow, she offered, “I’ll feed him, if you want.” “No, it’s fine, I’m getting used to it.” Max smiled a little towards her, before focusing again on the dog. After a pause, Milk asked, “How long you been working here? 4 months now?” “I think so, it’s gone by fast…” “Chad was really proud of you, you know. You’ve come on quick for someone so new.” “It wasn’t really a choice, I couldn’t be bad at it, or I’d be out of a job.” “Take the secondhand compliment.”

When the dog was fed, they both decided to hang around the in the room, mostly to make sure the little canine kept his food down. Max had brought her laptop in, and was sat at the prep table, making notes on the yorkie’s file. Milk was now restocking the syringe cupboard, having noticed when prepping the pup that they were running low of 1mls.

“We aren’t shifted for tomorrow, right?” “We never work thursdays, but we have to come in at lunch for a meeting.” “That’s enough time to recover - you want to go out for drinks tonight?” Max raised a brow, “I suppose, who else is going?” “Adore, Farrah, some girls I know from outside of here.” “Alright, sure.”

-

At closing up time, everyone was more than ready to go. Adore had hurt her wrist in moving things out of the car, but had got by her day alright, and was still planning on going on the night out. There was a stray dog handed in, which was reunited last minute, and the owner was kind enough to put a donation in the Guide Dogs box. Farrah was making her last Pet Health Plan call for the day, and when the phone clicked down into place, she cried a loud hurrah, pushing away from the desk to go and pet Major.

“Your turn to cash up tonight ‘Nila!” The door swung open, and in walked Raja. With a snidy tone, Manila turned to the girl on the couch, “Joke’s on you, my ride’s here.” “Didn’t realise I was your Uber driver now, as well as your personal shopper and all around slave.” “You knew what you were getting into when you asked me to get with you, that’s all I’m saying.”

As she gathered her bag and coat, she pointed to the til, “I cleared it with Chad that I could leave early, so this is actually your problem now. See you tomorrow at 12!” When Manila and her partner left, Farrah flipped her off, returning to the desk, but calling the dog with her. If she was going to have to tediously count money, she was having a canine friend to help her. She would have asked Adore, but she was even worse at getting the cashing up done. Knowing she’d be having a miserable time, and done writing up their notes, Jinkx came to sit with her.

“You count the notes, I’ll count the change.” “Thanks Jinkxy!” Now that the ginger was here, the dog had abandoned her to sit by his owner. With the two of them doing the job, it was a lot quicker, and it also meant she didn’t have to wait around for someone to sign off on the amount. “So, I seen you talking to Aja, do you know them?” “No, I’d only seen their mum here. Do you know them?” “They come to the group I run in the art centre, they’ve been coming for about a year.” “Really?” Farrah tilted her head, “What’re they like?” “When they let down the front, they’re sweet. But they like to come off… I wouldn’t say tough, but you get what I mean?” Nodding, Farrah closed the envelope, signing it, and pushing it over to Jinkx, who did the same. It was then put in the locked draw.

“What night does your group run again?” “It’s on Fridays, from 8pm to 10pm, and also Saturday, from 4pm til 8pm.” The group Jinkx hosted in the art centre was an LGBTQ+ support group, mostly for people to make friends, and get advice. They also hosted fundraisers from time to time, and it was something they’d become proud of. It had been running for 6 years now, and they’d been running it since the start. “I might start coming again.” Farrah used to go; that was a leading factor in her getting this job. She’d met Jinkx there 3 years ago, and attended the group for a year. In that time, she’d lost her original job, and they let her know almost as soon as they found out that there was a vacancy for a receptionist position. She’d been here ever since. She only stopped going to the group when she’d started a night class.

When everyone was ready to leave, all having changed into their non-work clothes, the going out girls converged into a group outside as Farrah locked up. A sweet routine that had started was that before Jinkx put him into the car, Major would go around to everyone who’d finished so he could get a fuss before he left. As Jinkx drove away, they would wave out the window, and Major would jump up at the the back seat windows, looking out with a dropped jaw and a happy face. Once the vet’s car out of sight, the girls hit the pub.  

[quest-draws]

Excerpt from The Story of the Seven: Reconstructed, an archival initiative seeking to recreate Madame Lucretia’s original notes with as much accuracy as possible. The following has been compiled by comparing post-Story accounts from dozens of dedicated chroniclers, with oversight from Madame Lucretia and the available members of the Starblaster’s crew. 

Excerpt begins 

Cycle 36, day 6

     We’ve finally found a sign of civilization, as well as plausible evidence that we are all blind idiots. As we flew over yet more icy foothills, Merle (Of all of us!) noticed that one of the mounds appeared to be smoking. Under more careful examination we realized that these ‘foothills’ were actually snowed-covered buildings, meaning it is quite likely the other foothills we’ve seen the past few days were also actually buildings. 

     We, the best and brightest of our deceased world, saviors of multiple realities, the last and only line of defense against the relentless malevolence of the Hunger, wasted nearly a week looking for signs of life when there were entire cities directly under our hull. At the risk of sounding pessimistic, I think this world may be fucked. 

     Now that we’ve realized our mistake, Captain wants us to backtrack and see if we can find a settlement closer to Lup and Barry’s original prediction of the Lights trajectory. However, Lup’s trying to convince him that we should do some reconnaissance in this village first. 

LT: Look, there’s no point going backwards in this fuckin’ blizzard if we can just-

CD: -We are way, way off, the- they’re your calculations? Do you- 

BB: [crosstalk] They’re our calculations, Lu

LT: [crosstalk] I know.

TT: [crosstalk] You calculated ‘em. calc-calculated the shit outta- 

[LT puts up a hand to silence the others]

LT: Look I’m not dunking on my calculations, cause they’re tight as shit, ‘natch; outside looks like someone put a flock of doves through a woodchipper. You wanna fly through that?

CD: [crosstalk] I’m not- 

MB: [crosstalk] Gross?

LT: [crosstalk] Been flying six days straight, you wanna keep, keep flyin’- 

CD: I don’t wanna fly through the scenario you just made me visualize, no. This is just snow. 

[MB raises his hand kind of awkwardly. Mags, c’mon, you’re not 12]

MB: Uuum, Cap’nport? No offense but you look kinda beat, are you sure?

CD: Wh- excuse me. Are you questioning my piloting abilities, Magnus?

MB: [crosstalk] ‘Course not, just-

CD: [crosstalk] I’ve flown us through, through literal eldritch death pillars - 

MH: [crosstalk] ...do look a little tired -  

MB: I know!

[captain gets out of the pilots seat, oh dear]

CD: What was that? Merle? 

LT: It’s been nearly a week, Captain. You haven’t slept. 

CD: Neither have you!

LT: Yeah, and I’m pissed about it! 

BB: look everyone’s a little frazzled- 

MH: I’m fine. 

BB: [crosstalk] Merle, oh my-

LT: [crosstalk] Merle!

TT: [crosstalk] Hahaha holy fuck Merle! Not the time?

CD: You know what, okay, fine! Okay, we’ll vote. Let’s vote. Who thinks we should go down there? 

[Lup, Mag  LT, MB, and BB all put up their hands]

CD: All right, and who says we should turn back?

[CD, TT, and MH put up their hands]

CD: Lucretia.

TT: Lu- Baby-Lu, fuckin’ put dowait I forgot to put myhandupfuck

LC: I’m not answering to that, but I do thin k 

[TT attepts to take my fuckin

Taako tried to take my journal, and while I understand his intentions it’s imperi

BABY LU NEEDS TO STOP WRITING OUR CONVERSATIONS IN REAL TIME AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND HER

BABY LU WILL GET HER JOURNAL BACK WHEN THE GROWN UPS DECIDE WHAT WERE DOING IN THIS FROZEN FUCKING HELLSCAPE 

     After my journal was so rudely stolen, we decided that it would be best to have some of the crew investigate the settlement while the others got some rest. Captain landed the Starblaster just out of sight (not far with the weather) and Lup, Magnus and I made our way into town on foot. We were ushered into the smoking building Merle first noticed almost as soon as we were in sight of it. It’s apparently some sort of tavern/town hall, with one long, open room punctuated by tables and some truly massive support beams. 

     Chiana, the innkeeper (or possibly Mayor? Chief? They are definitely some measure of authority figure) was quite unsettled by our sudden appearance. It’s apparently unusual for people to travel between communities at this time of year, especially in the middle of the night (which it apparently is. We seriously lost track of time with the storm blocking out the suns). They’ve insisted on putting us up until the storm settles some. We have of course accepted, but we decided that it might be best not to mention our true intentions here. They were spooked just by us appearing in a blizzard, we don’t need to bring up the rest of it. We notified Capn’port that we’ll be staying a few days to gather info, and since then Lup and Magnus have been having quite the time chatting with the assorted patrons/guests. 

     This really is quite a spectacular building. The ceiling is only about 7 ft. high (Lup and Mags can both touch the ceiling), but it’s so wide and long it doesn’t feel cramped. It’s hard to estimate how large it is exactly; the hall is a patchwork of additions, none of which quite match up. Here an extra nook were the hall was widened, there a slight indent were an old support must have collapsed. Wood flooring giving way to tile, tile being overtaken by carpet, and then carpet receding back to wood again. The support beams are the only consistent element, solid blocks of wood punctuating the room at even intervals. 

    But the room’s really dominated by the kitchens and the dance floor. The kitchens are spaced along the northern wall about 50 ft. from one another, one in each corner and the last right in the center. The latter is the only one operational at the moment, and Chiana’s not making anything more complicated than some mulled cider (which, for the sake of accurate chronicling, I must say is delicious). I thought at first the stove here was heating the hall, and while it’s fairly large on closer inspection that doesn’t seem plausibe. It’s far too warm, even in the farther corners. I suppose the surrounding snow might provide some insulation? 

     Besides that, there’s a raised dance platform in the center of the hall, in front of the middle kitchen. Lup’s dragged Magnus and a two middle aged women onto it, though there isn’t any music at this hour. She's currently waving at me to come join them. I’ve been nursing the drink Chianna gave me so I’d have an excuse to stay seated, but I think I’d better relent before Lup tries to physically drag me up there. They’re really acting silly tonight, but I suppose we all needed to blow off some steam. 

     Alright. Okay. I probably should have noticed this when I first started drinking, but the alcohol here seems to be quite a bit stronger then I’m used too? Or what Lup and Magnus are used too. I didn’t notice until I went out on the dance floor and I kind of tripped but at first I thought that was just me being clumsy or tired, but then when I started actually dancing it was worse like, I’m usually a good dancer. And Lup was acting especially silly and so was magnus, even though he should have a better constitution than us because he’s not a squishy wizard he’s a beefcake. Lup said that. 

Fuck okay I am definitely a little tipsy here I should stop writing. But I was going to write somethig down it was important? we were dancing, and then I was stumbling and I said like Lup I feel kinda tipsy but I only had one drink and she said Aaaaaww ‘Creesha, you are suuuuuuuuuch a lightweight lol but then she fell over and Magnus laughed and one of the ladies we were dancing with asked how much she’d had and shed had three, which made them laugh because apparently threes a lot here. And then we all sat down for a bit and we were talking about travelling and it was kind bullshit because we are trying to blend but we mentioned THE LIGHT THAT 

THAT WAS IT LIGHT LIGT light the light what was that aaaaah what was OH MY GOD I CAN’T REMEMBER THE REST FUCK I [[handwriting becomes illegible]]

okay okay I went back to talk again and I had a few more drinks because chiana gave me more drinks they are actually super sweet i mean chianna. Chianas super sweet. They actualysaw  the light when it landed sorta they saw a flash through the storm but not in the direction we came. Lup’s been trying to redo her calculations on some napkins she thinks the blizzard had something to do with it but shes still  really smashed I dont think now a good time for math Lup 

Lucretia darling are you gonna nag me or are you gonna oh my god I dont know how to spell half those words Lup Im a fucking drunk journalist dont pull the fucking jargon out on me

Barry please tell me what Lups saying in words drunk  journalist understands

A drunk? Lucretia? Whats going on?

Lup: Baaaaaarrry holy shit did you remember to to do the thing for the storm

BB: Lup? Lup you’re- Lucretia give your stone to Lup I can hardly understand her

LT: hiiiiiiiiiiiii barold, hiiiiiiiii, we fucked uuuuuup

BB: oh wow youre super smashed

LT we fucked up Barry! we didnt-interference! the storm created interference and we fucked up the direction and

BB Lup that doesn’t make anysense? our equipment relies mostly on magical energy unless the storm has arcane origins

LT: oh hey, MORRISON DOES THE STORM HAVE ARCANE ORIGINS?

Morison: MS: (shes one of the dancing ladies) I dunno where arcane is but the storms local. amma constein cursed the whole country side bout 20 years ago after liddy halloway dumped her

SEE BARRY

BB: okay yeah that would definitely throw off our readings but its not like we could have known that beforehand. I mean we know now, so I suppose its a good thing you guys went down there even if you also got fucking wasted, for some reason

?: whose fucking wasted (oh its taako

TT: heeeey chucklefucks whats this about you getting crunk on your uuuuh super important potentially, world saving info gathering mission?

MB taako taaaaaakoooooooo booze is super cool down here? I had a bunch

TT: eh yup I could guess

MB: but not like a super bunch? A little bunch. Its suuuuper strong its great

TT hahaha oh. oh you are so lucky cap’nports asleep. What about you, baby lu? tell me-tell me you, at least are treating this mission with the uh, gravity and maturity it fucking-fucking nesessitates fuck you taako im 58

TT whelp haha BB please just give m emy stone back  

im 5 fucking 8!!! Im not a baby godamnit. Im a grown ass women ill get as crunk as I fuckin wanna on this sweet ass booze and you cant have any taako you bitch hahahahha oh my god lucy someone please tell me shes still writing this down I nee

taakos a jackass im a grown fucking ass women an he wasnt even really a hundred when he joined cause hes a LIAR and A JERK comparatively in terms of relativ ageing im more an adult then him but he still calls me baby lu he could call me lucy or creesh like Lup calls me that i love her she? so nice Lup brought me another drink and we danced more but not well cause everthings floaty and I lay down so my head wouldnt float to high the ceilings still really low Lup lay down with e and magnus came in he was screaming cause he went out in the snow he was trying to do the dip thing were you go in a hot spring right after but theres no spring only cold magnus. everythigs only cold magnus why do you do this to yourself?magnus. chiana is making him sit by the stove in the kitchen and they wont give us any more drinks i told them i was 58 and also an alien but that didnt convince them which is probably fair. they dont know. taako knows he has no excuse

chianna gave us a room and its really dark its in the basement it super warm I think there actually is a hot spring but like underneath sorry mags that probablywhat you were thinking but still. super dumb. god Im gonna be so bad in the morning. the storms clearing up a little so well probably go then I hope captains not mad Im not sure he knows but we proly found the light so he cant be too mad. I  need sleep. I need to sleep. good night journal Ill miss you love Lucretia

Cycle 36, day 7

Firstly, I am never drinking again. Ever. Secondly, as soon as I get back to the ship, I am burning these pages. Posterity is not worth this level of embarrassment. 

Cycle 36, day 8

     Lup, Magnus and I had some trouble getting back. Though we weren’t nearly as intoxicated as the previous night, we weren’t precisely sober either. Between Magnus stopping to puke every five minutes, Lup’s persisting lack of balance, my truly excruciating headache, and all the motherfucking, goddamned snow, we nearly got lost on the mile-long hike back to the ship. The others had a field day teasing us, and I can’t even be mad at them for it. Looking over my own notes is literally, viscerally painful. To reiterate: I am never. Drinking. Again.

     I am not going to destroy those pages, however. It’s the only written account I have of what Chiana and the others told us about the Light, and it would be irresponsible to get rid of them before we’ve properly found it. Besides, Lup and Taako both practically begged me to keep it in. I don’t understand why Lup want’s this reminder of our idiocy to remain in tact, but damn she is hard to argue with. She’s also tried to insist that “baby-Lu” is a compliment, but won’t explain how so. I take back all the nice things drunk me said about her. 

     Maybe later I’ll go back and just stick a summary were those pages are, but for the mean time they’ll have to stay.

      I spent most of yesterday just resting, once we got back. I don’t think I honestly realized how tired I was until then. It’s only been 8 days since the last apocalypse, most of which we spent searching, frantic and blind in a literally cursed blizzard. Much as I hate to say it, I may need to take Taako’s advice and stop chronicling in real time. Just for a bit. I’ll pick it up again when we find the Light. 

     Time to go save another world.

End of excerpt. 

[editors note: Can I just formally request that, should we ever see Fisher and Junior again, I be permitted to feed these pages to them, in hopes that they might be erased permanently this time? Please?

- LC ]

[editors note: Madame Lucretia’s request is noted and denied.

- TT ] 

[the-fiction-witch]

Save Ya

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER (PHYSIC/ FORTUNE TELLER) RATING: CUTE + DARK (RAPE WARNING) + SWEET SMUT

SPOILERS FOR ALL EPISODES

WHITEY’S POV:

I stood sorting out my horse to go out when I heard maggie behind me

“Where the hell are you off too?” she asks

“Oh nowhere... just going for a ride” I answer

“Not without some supper in ya your not come on your getting too dam skinny” she says so I sigh going inside and sitting with her having some soup she made me “where are you going off to today?” she asked

“Nowhere...” I tell her

“Whitey, I’ve seen ya riding off every other day, where are ya going?” she asks

“Visiting a Girl” I blush

“Really...I who’s the lucky lady then?” she asks

“Y/n Y/L/N” I smile

“Y/L/N? isnt that the old crazy guy just down the river?” she asks

“well...he has a daughter, Y/n she’s a fortune teller now” i explain

“really? is she just a friend or....” she smirked and I just shrug

“I do really like her, but I can’t tell how she feels about me” I shrug as i finsih up my food

“Fine but be careful, didnt ya hear what happened to the last boy who kept visiting the house down the river?” she asked

“no” I shrug

“when Mr Y/L/N was a bit more with it a little boy kept visiting his daughter to play games one day they where playing kiss chase the boy tried to kiss her and he shot him” she explained and I just gulp “Just be careful all Im saying” she says before leaving back into town so I sigh going out again and finishing up with my horse and going off town the roads following the river down out of the way of town and far from almost any civilization except a few farms here and there until at last I saw the little house by the river with the little veg growing outside and logs pilled up for the fire some clothes hung out on a line I stopped a little far away putting my guns away before going closer soon enough the dog by the door sat up and growled at me before until I saw it was me and the dog ran up to my horse woofing and jumping trying to play 

“Okay okay, Maxie Give me a sec” i told the dog stopping my horse and tieing him up close to the river so he could drink “Hey Maxie” i tell the dog giving her a stroke and she kept licking me like crazy trying to play still woofing like mad

“Maxie what on earth is the matter” Y/n says coming out the door and Maxie returned to her happily “WHITEY!” she giggled running and hugging me

“Whoa! Hi Y/n” I smile hugging her tightly too

“WHO IS IT!” I heard her father shout from the door

“It’s just whitey papa” she smiles back pulling away from our hug “well what can I do for you today?” she smiles

“Just the usual Y/n i just wanted to come see you” i smile at her

“come on then” she smiles taking my hand and dragging me inside the house with her having to go past her father who looked at me evilly as she walked me though the living room and kitchen though to her little bedroom, the room is as simple as any other room but with rugs on the floor and a table in the middle where she does all her work  her bed tucked up in the corner covered with alot of blankets and teddy bears and a shelf to the other side with all sorts of little potions and things on she doesn't have a door just a curtain of all sorts of ribbons and beads so if you where no open side you couldn't see what was going on  “sit down” she smiles so I sit in the chair I normally do and she sits in the one across from me getting her cards sitting them on the table “ready?” she asks and I nod setting out a bunch of cards 

“Uhhh That one” I tell her pointing to the third card so she flipped it over it was luck “Yes!” I smile happily

“you always get luck” she laughs

“Clearly I’m lucky” I laugh

“Very lucky, I wish you could bloody give me some good luck” she smiled continuing to flip cards “Ohhh In balance” she smirked 

“is that good?” I ask her

“well it’s not bad reciserily” she laughs

“okay, so some as always” I ask

“Pretty much” she smiles

“Okay” I sigh “thanks anyway Y/n” I blush

“Your welcome whitey” she smiles “You know there is a easly more indepth way to read you know” she smiled

“Ohh how?” I ask her

“Give me your hand” she smiles so I let her pack her cards away and i put my hand on the table and she took my hand carefully running her little soft fingers across my hand looking so deeply at it “you have soft hands” she smiled

“Thank you, you do too” I tell her she was quiet for a moment before she laughed moving to get a cup of water putting a little water on my hand and moving her hands around with the water in my hand “Your hands are so dirty” she laughed getting the skirt of her dress to dry my hand “thats better, i can see the lines rather then just mud” she giggled

“what can you see?” I ask her

“your heart line crosses your life line, soon too” she laughed

“soo? what does that mean?” I ask her

“It means your gonna meet the woman you destined to be with, pretty soon I would say next few days or you've known her a month of so” she laughed “Or the man” she smiled

“The woman I hope” I laugh

“Just checking whitey” she laughs “Ohh your life line ends so abruptly” she sighs

“what like quick death?” i ask her

“yeah, I would say gun fight most likely knowing you” she laughed

“what else can you find out?” I ask her

“well...this line crosses your heart line...it means you have a big heart, but I already knew that” she giggled “This means your lucky, but should avoid being cocky it might get your hurt” she explained

“Y/N! GET OUT HERE!” Her father yelled

“I’ll be back in a minuet” she sighs giving my hand a little kiss before she got up and went out to her father I was lost for a moment in my own little world my hand tingeing so happy where she had kissed me I heard a bit of muffled shouting what I didn't hear just as her father came in 

“It’s time for you to go” her father told me

“Isn’t Y/n coming-” I begin

“she has chores to do, you run along home now, I’ll sure she’ll catch up next time she goes to town” he says so I sigh getting up and going out the little house giving Maxie a stroke as I went over to my horse sighing Y/n wasn't meant to be coming into town for another three weeks, I looked around outside hoping to see her but I couldn't I went to get on my horse when I noticed a little bit of paper on the saddle so I pick it up and I reconised Y/n’s sweet handwriting

“I’m so sorry I had to run off whitey, Papa said I had work to do, I will finish off what we where doing next time you visit...I would wait a few days while papa calms down, See You Soon Whitey X”

 it made me feel a bit better I know its not her fault it’s just her father being mean to her and not letting her do as she likes so I got up on my horse and went home trying to not use my hand to much the one she kissed still all giggly laying in bed trying to see the lines and things she sees in my hand but I couldn’t so i just went to sleep

TIMESKIP:

I waited a few days before going off down the river again to her little house when I got there as usually Maxie went crazy trying to come over and say hello to me but her father was gardening and he grabbed Maxie by her collar not letting her go any further “What Do you want!” he snapped

“I’ll here to see y/n” I tell him 

“Y/n’s busy” he says

“It’s okay, maybe I could help her with-” I begin

“I said she’s busy! Too Busy to talk with a bastard like you” he says

“Where is Y/n?” I ask him “I just want to see her” I tell him 

“Y/N! STOP WASHING MA CLOTHES An GET OUT HERE!” he yells and within a couple seconds Y/n came out the house but she didn't run to me or hug me or even smile at me she looked like she was going to cry “there you seen her, now run off home” he tells me

“papa..Couldn’t I just-” she began

“Y/N! GO BACK INSIDE!”  he shouted

“papa one minuet please” she asks

“one minuet” He told her so she ran over hugging me tightly and he went inside with Maxie so I hugged her back

“Y/n what’s going on?” I ask her

“Nothing, I promise, it’s not safe to visit while papa is here, come back tomorrow afternoon he’s going to the salon across town” she smiles

“Y/n-” I begin

“Please whitey just do as I ask” she begs

“Of course y/n, are you sure you will be safe?” I ask her and she nodded gravely as her father came back out

“Thats a minuet, Y/n you come back inside now” he told her

“Yes papa” she said sadly leaving my arms and returning to her house 

“run of home now Kid” her father told me so I sighed getting back on my horse and going off back to town....

It got to about mid day so I rode out to Y/n’s little house again staying in the tree’s and bushes walking along side my horse every few steps I went I heard a noise it was rhythmic like  a muffled screaming so I hurried towards her little house but the sound stopped rather quickly but I kept going till I saw her little house her father was still there something had clearly happened as Y/n was laid on her stomach over a planter in the garden with her father stood just behind her lighting a smoke so I hid down under a little bush trying to hear what he was saying 

“I dont know why you bother screaming y/n it’s not lke someones going to hear ya” he laughed

“I’m sorry Papa” she said sounding like she was crying 

“Soon little Darling you will learn to just accept me, it will hurt so much less” he smirked holding her close and kissing her neck harshly THAT BASTARD! I quickly got my rifle from my horse laying on the floor trying to aim at him trying to take him out but he was too close to y/n I dont want to risk hitting her he then moved away from her sorting his horse to go I followed him for a moment but i felt a pain stick in my stomach a bit of glass in the sand sliced my skin open it wasn't gushing with blood but it did hurt alot so I had to let him ride off slowly getting up being in a lot of pain as I wonder over slowly to where y/n now stood hanging up some clothes

“whitey” she smiled before noting I was in pain “whats the matter?” she asked

“floor glass” I tell her

“Oh you poor thing, come with me” she smiled helping me into the house and laying me down on her bed after a couple seconds I feel asleep .... when I woke up Y/n was stood over me cleaning my cut up with some clean water and a few little herbs “Hi whitey” she blushed

“Hi...What- What are you doing?” I ask her noticing she was fiddling a lot with some things and my shirts where gone 

“Helping” she smiles “put a few little herbs and things in the right places and you’ll be back to normal in no time” she smiles fixing a bit of hair behind her ear and I saw her eye, she had a black eye

“Y/n? where did that come from?” i ask her trying to touch it

“Im fine” she says sharply putting my hand back down on her bed

“that’s not what I asked you Y/n” I tell her

“papa, caught me...trying to write, to tell you not to come till later” she explained

“Y/n...has he always done this to you?” I ask her and she just nods “why didn't you tell me y/n”

“It’s family business thats what papa says” she replies 

“But Y/n thats not normal thats not what families do to each other they dont punch each other the most you get is maybe a strong talking to or bed without dinner this...isnt right” I tell her

“It’s just how he’s always been” she says finishing up with my cut and wrapping it up 

“Thank you y/n” I tell her

“Its alright” she blushes giving the bandage a little kiss 

“Y/n...just before your father left, I saw you two outside....what was he doing to you?” I ask her

“I would rather not talk about it” she says sadly getting up and going to do something else over by her shelf 

“fine you dont have to talk about it, but when I ask you, you tell me the truth okay?” I ask her and she gravely nods still facing away from me “was it you who was screaming?” I ask and she just nods “was he hitting you?” I ask her and she just shakes her head “was he in any way disapining you?” i ask her and she just shakes her head and my heart broke realizing what he was doing to her “Y/n....Oh come here” I tell her and she happily runs over hugging tightly onto my chest for a moment “Y/n...was he...?” I begin and she just nodded “How long?” I ask her

“Since I was 12, when my mother died” she said sadly 

“Oh y/n Im so sorry, I cant believe I didn't notice, how did I not see it, it was so bloody obvious” I sigh

“I’m used to it” she said sadly getting up and getting a little bottle of something trying to put it on her eye but she kept flinching in pain so I took the bottle from her and doing it myself carefully taking care of her once it was all done she looked alright almost back to normal again “Thank you whitey” she smiled

“Your welcome” I tell her “Thank you for fixing me up” I tell her with a slight laugh

“Your welcome whitey” she smiled 

“I should really pay you back” I tell her 

“It’s fine whitey, couldn't leave you bleeding out on the doorstep” she laughs “besides I dont go out moneys not worth much to me” she sighs

“i didn't mean like money” I tell her

“Then what?” she asks backing her herbs and such away so I move her chin up to look at me and press a sweet kiss to her lips she didnt kiss back her heart rate going crazy when I pulled back I saw her face she looked shocked like she didn't know what to do so I quickly got up and got dressed again 

“I should uh...I should go” I tell her and she just nods I quickly grab my things and go out to my horse still tied up where I left him I felt like shit for a moment 

“whitey?” she says from her door making me turn back to face her she giggled slowly coming over to me putting her hands on my chest and kissing me I kissed her back wrapping my arms around her waist as we kissed “Same time next week” she smiles

“See you then my darling” I tell her before going off home 

TIMESKIP:

I sat across the river waiting though the horrible sounds as Y/n’s father  as he made her her bend over before he left Why the hell didn't I bring my bloody rifle I cant hit him from here not with my guns not without being in danger of hurting y/n I just had to sit and listen to her quiet screams and cries “Oh dont bother screaming, what you think your pretty little cowboy boyfriends gonna come save ya” he father “DO YA ! do you think that little pipsqueak whiteys gonna come save ya”yelled “Well he’s not he doesnt love ya Y/n not Like I do, he just wants your pussy Y/n, I love ya he’s not coming to save ya anytime soon” hitting her as he continued  wanted to kill him so bad but I couldn't from here and even if I did y/n would never forgive me it’s my own dam fault she said come at 1 i got here at quarter past 12 having to listen to this is my own dam fault at last he left her alone climbed on his horse and went off to go get drunk so she just stood by the garden for a moment obviously waiting for me so I snuch up behind her making her jump as I wrapped my arms around her “Whitey” she giggled realizing it was me quickly turning and kissing me as passionately as last I saw her but this time even more so as the kiss went on her hands slipping down to undo my shirt 

“y/n, what are you doing?” I ask her but she just returned to kissing me my hands uncontrollably slipped down to her arse and she moved her hips in such a way it was like she was shaking her arse intentionally cause my hands where there her hands now done undoing my shirt completely her now moving forward so much i could feel her breasts though her dress against my skin taking my hands away from groping her arse a moment to take my shirt off “ummm Y/n” I moan a little suprised at her before she pulls away taking me inside the house and laying me on her bed laying ontop of me and kissing me more her lips where so sweet like I never wanted to stop kissing her as her hand slipped down undoing my jeans pulling them down alittle and sitting ontop of me her pussy inches from my cock “Uhhh Y/n...I dont know if we should-” I begin before she moved so I slipped inside her tight wet pussy

“if we should what?” she giggles

“I was gonna say I dont know if we should have sex” I tell her

“well your inside me now whitey its a bit late for that” she giggles

“I mean making out and everything is one thing but...are you sure about this?” I ask her and she just nods moving my hands to her hips as she bounced up and down on me her every tiny movement from the tiny little bounces, my little thrusts, her occasionally clenching herself around me all felt so good each one making me feel so on edge already so close “Uhhh Y/n!” I moan moving her hips a bit with my hands making her go even faster 

“Ohh Whitey!” she moans back having to nuzzle her head into my neck sucking on my skin giving my hickeys to keep her self from screaming to loud as she bounced faster and harder overloading my mind with pleasure

“UHHH OH GOD Y/N!” I scream “Y/n, Y/N a little fast please Y/n I’m so close” I tell her and she happily speeds up by alot the fastest she could go and within seconds I felt myself release inside her and she collapsed against my chest both of us breathing heavily trying to calm down “God Y/n you are fucking good at that” I tell her

“Thanks whitey, you where pretty good too” she giggles giving me a few more sweet little kisses going quickly back to our make out again 

“I wonder if anyone heard us” I smirk between out lusty kisses

“Yeah I did” a voice says from the door and there stood her father “saw ya too” he said before throwing a knife at us lucky he missed “YOU BASTARD WHAT WHERE YOU JUST DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!” he yelled as me and y/n separated quickly sorting myself out 

“PAPA LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Y/n screamed back at him trying to making him stop as he went for me but y/n got in the way and he punched her and kicked her over and over trying to get to me I quickly opened her window and ran for it she grabbed my hand and jumped out the window too both of us running to my horse but her father had shot him so we quickly got her’s and rushed off away from the house with her father firieing at us I circled back trying to not lead him to La belle but one time we went back her house was in flames all her beautiful tools and books and all her things gone, burnt up by her father as he stood there on the lawn gun still in hand she burst into tears cuddling me closely crying on my shoulder cuddling into my chest

 “Oh y/n, it’s alright I’ll get you new stuff, nicer stuff hey,dont worry” I told her

“but most of it wasnt mine, my mother gave me that stuff” she cried

“I know Y/n, Im so sorry” I tell her before we went off back to my little house maggie saw me coming back she was sat on her porch as I came back y/n now asleep on me

“I take it this is the famous Y/n” she smirked

“shhh she’s sleeping, she’s had a rough day” I say quietly getting off her horse and taking her off carrying her into my house and letting her rest on my bed I went to go and put another bit of wood on the fire but i heard her groan rather annoyed sounding so I went over to her

“Ummm whitey?” she complains moving her arms around as if trying to find me confused why I wasn't there

“I’m here dont worry” I tell her her hand finding my face and she smiles sleepily 

“i cant sleep without you here with me” she said sadly so I sigh stripping my shirt off and getting into bed with her letting her cuddle me closely “Yay whitey protect me” she giggled sounding almost completely asleep

“I’ll always protect ya, because I love you y/n, and i’ll always be around to save ya” I tell her gving her head a sweet kiss but she was already fast asleep.

[wang-yeon]

Hypnotic| Jungkook 2

You begin to realize that after this process you begin growing an attachment to Jungkook. You began to corrupt that he might hold the same feelings for you, to which he might but is there another longing body getting in the way of this?

part 1

Warning: Smut, possible daddy kink?,usage of weed Jungkook needa get his shit together honestly in this chapter, making a part 3 definitely cause i need to add to this hoe, oh and of course cussing sorry

Genre: Smut, slight angst 

 word count: 8.4K

A/N: To the anon who wanted me to make a part two i finally made it and am sorry it took so long. I know your request went along the liens of him coming to terms with his feelings which he sort of did but  promise in the next chapter he will do just that. Again i deeply apologize

Growing an attachment to something especially when its being another human can be an exhilaration feeling yet a flesh eating one as well. The emotions that come from it leave you a dying hunger for more while it sucks you dry due to what its causing. In this case everything was connecting me to Jungkook. 

Messing around with Jungkook had its perks and i certainly wasn't aiming for this altercation to happen again but due to his charming ways he sucked me in like a cold leach. I had to admire his way of doing so, it was truly hypnotizing how he did it so effortlessly. I had told myself numerous of times that i wouldn't fall for his bullshit yet here laid following after his every need.

I had been attending his football games more, leading to the head board hitting the wall as he gathered every thrust. I had grown an attachment to him and in a way he seemingly did to. He was often around me more than others. He showed a certain amount of care that I had never expected from him. It was reassuring at most but still had the nagging presence of him longing for another body besides mine. Just the simple thought of me thinking this made my stomach churn. I dont know why i felt such way as i promised myself I wouldn't let it escalate this far but I couldn't stay away from his trance, which irritated me to the point of insanity. I had tried to quit more than once as he always came to me with that bunny filled grin and his strong arms as he held me tight chasing away all the thoughts i once had.

The situation didnt help as he had his arms wrapped around me bringing me in close to his chest. My nostrils were filled with the savory aroma of his body only fueling my mind with actives we did last night. That was the only deeds that i would let flow my head. I would stray away from the romance and stay strict to sexual favors as i would only get attached further more. I was already trapped but i didnt want it to seem even more evident then it currently was.

I slightly moved opening an eye attempting to see where my phone had been held. It laid on the dresser as i attempted to move my hand only for Junkook to groan and gulf my whole body into his chest. It was funny how when he was asleep he became so clingy yet when we were outside of the bedroom he had proceeded his tough guy persona. He was at times but not entirely. The more we grew closer the more i felt like we grew in a some what twisted relationship. I couldn't believe i even let those thoughts usher through me but it was surely true.

I had given up on my strength relying on my words as i tried to wake him up.

"Hey, we have to get up. I have practice in a few minutes."

Jungkook held me tighter motioning off my statement groaning.

"I rather be in between your legs than go to practice."

I rolled my eyes but smirking at his sexual behavior. He sure was a teenage adolescent whos dick was uncontrolled. he did this often as he would get any chance to roam his hands upon my body. I surely wasn't complaining but it was not the time to do so as i was already being threatened to be kicked off the team.

"Come on, you have to practice too and i actually attend your football games so you better not suck."

Jungkook frowned as mentioned him not coming to my games. I hadn't known why as it didn't effect me nor him. That was the one big problem I had about the situation was that in some way he would always show a sign of unwanted affection. I knew it was some kind of trap to pull me in further so tend to stay away from it and try not expect to much from him. I tried to maintain myself that way at least. I mentally trained myself to fly past all of his cocky bullshit until it all could come crashing down.

 At times you often give into the forbidden fruit but it sure wasn't worth it however i sometimes couldn't help the flavor that i gained from it.

"I know i told you i was sorry thousands of time."

"Its fine, it doesnt affect me in a positive or negative way. As long as i get shit done ill keep moving."

"ugh i hate when you're like this. Why cant we just stay in bed and fuck, that seems much more appealing."

The idea was certainly appealing but i wasn't willing to risk my soccer studies for him. I hadn't even been very well interested in soccer but it kept my minds off of things and now and days my mind wandered every place. 

I often thought about Jungkook which irritated me and how much i actual put time aside for him as i tried to find myself a better hobby. Being Jungkooks fuck buddy certainly did have its perks and i loved being associated with him in private places but i didn't know if he had others that he shared this place with. I was bound to find out sooner or later.

I twisted myself from Jungkooks grasp making him groan and watch as i gather my things. I had only been sporting my undergarments as i searched for the rest of my belongings. I had a hard time looking for my shirt as we flew things left and right not caring where they would land. i groaned in desperation trying to find the rest of my belongings and Jungkook wasn't helping as he got behind me while i was bent down.

"Baby you know i cant keep my hands off of you when your positioned like this."

I rolled my eyes but still remained as smile at his flirtatious remark. I pushed him away trying to find the items before he pulled me into his chest. He surely was difficult to escape from making it another reason i was so drawn in for i couldn't find a way out. I would complain at times but i always secretly loved it. A very valid reason why i should stay away but as he offered sexual favors i couldn't resist.

"Stop Jungkook, we have to get going im sure were already late."

Jungkook was surely stubborn as he didnt mind a blink to what i say as his hands traveled to my waist. I skimmed the room trying to find my items before my eyes landed on my pants only for Jungkook to grasp my ass and bringing me closer in proximity. I swear this boy couldn't control his dick for a few mere seconds. I loved how attracted he was to me and if we had different circumstances i would definitely join him in his actions. Jungkook still proceeded to continue his actions as his lips traveled to my neck making my eyes flutter and decide to take up on his offer. 

He never had a way with words yet his simple touch had me melting even from the thought. I moaned slightly as he began to grow more aggressive as he smirked in victory at the effect he had on me. My hands danced on his chest while his still Mendel with my ass 

."See princess, doesn't this offer feel much more exciting."

His lips dipped down to my collar bone as my head rolled back. His tongue skimmed across my collar mindlessly leaving small marks that were sure to be visible. I was certainly enjoying the activity between us as i let out a small moan.

"mmmh, Dadd-"

“Jungkook can your horny ass keep your dick in your pants and stop tempting this poor girl. Oh and also daddy? This society really is going to shit."

I jumped slightly away from Jugkook while he stayed still while his room mate Yoongi entered the room uninvited. Yoongi had sometimes managed to walk in on us but still maintained his distance as he knew what would occur from to much closeness. Besides Yoongis awkward timing, he was rather nice at times but still reminded as blunt as he truly is. Yoongi always talked about how Jungkook and I always were over hormonal teens who needed to be disinfected but still kept up with us. Yoongi occasionally asked us about his lyrics and see what they were made of as we were people of constructive criticism. He always appreciated that but couldn't help as things got weird the more i stayed around.

 He was bitter in the beginning as he thought i was a lost groupie only to be found at there house a couple of days of the week. He had gotten use to my presence as i did to his. It still remains strange the more i stay around feeling as if i was out of place but as long as they stay comfortable with the circumstances I must as well

"Sorry Yoongi."

I nodded signifying that I was as well. I grabbed my pants as Jungkook searched for his as well. I was still in search for my shirt before settling on wearing one of Jungkooks. I didnt think anything of it at the time as it was only a clothing item and didnt hold any special meaning. I slide it on while also putting on a jacket over it zipping it up to take pre cations. I wasn't leaving this house without a shirt on so any shirt was find even if its Jungkooks shirt.

"Alright now thats taken care of do any of you need a ride cause your high school is around the corner from my college?"

I jumped up on the offer nodding my head long before Jungkook looked at me as if i had made an awful decision. By the looks of his eyes he wanted to attack me and not in a sexual desire way either. Yoongi picked up on his state as well while he eyed him occasionally looking at me, overall he seemed confused about the situation as was I.

"Um, I'll need a ride Y/N do you mind taking an uber? I just dont want people at school to catch on ya know."

Yeah I did know but i wouldnt expect him to pull something so provocative. It may have seemed bad on my side showing up with the schools fuck boy but rather for him he could have easily showed me off as a latest hook up. Was i really so disgraceful that i couldn't even play this simple part. my eager feelings for him but i couldn't help contort my face at the simple thoughts of his words. 

I couldnt take it all to heart as this was expected but i didnt want to accept the slight pain in my heart due to it. I admitted how he made me feel yet he treated me like absolute shit. He was sweet at times but the flavor switched to a painfully bitter one as time passes.

"You're such a dick."

I couldnt control my state of mind as i was fueled from anger. I was already late for practice meaning extra laps and now Jungkook was fucking with my emotions yet again. Best of all he didnt let my statement affect him as he shook it off and held a bored blank stare. 

I glared daggers at him expecting him to respond only resulting in him in rolling his eyes at my behavior. Yoongi was stuck in the middle of us both eyeing us back and forth awaiting the next move until the silence was enough for him.

"Well could you at least pay for the the girls Uber, have some fucking decency."

We both looked at Yoongi surprised he put his input. He rarely got in the way of our mindless conversations let alone a mini argument. Jungkook sighed and ushered to his wallet looking through it rather slowly. He scratched his head letting out a small groan signifying he didnt have any money or that he simply didnt have the need to give me any. 

I shook my head waving him off telling them i would pay for it. I was far beyond his bullshit and had enough of what it was causing today. Knowing well of myself was sure to fall back into his trap with open arms.

"I dont know if i can do this anymore Tae, the whole thing is draining."

Tae and I had been under the bleachers passing a long needed Joint to one another. I hadn't found a purpose to participate as when arrived I had missed half of the game play. My emotions had also been scattered and I needed to talk them out instead of kicking a ball around.I took a long drag before coughing slightly, taking a deep breath after gathering my thoughts. 

Tae grabbed the joint taking a long puff getting ready for what he was going to say with full forced.

"Y/N, you know i love you but you cant stay away. You're getting to attached to him. You yourself knew from the beginning that this would be a dangerous game and hes playing it to his best efforts."

I rubbed my eyes getting annoyed by the situation and the weed sure as hell wasnt working all to much. I wanted to forget about the pain he was causing me but if i hadn't just gave in i wouldn't have been experiencing this at all. I was to blame for this but that doesn't mean Jungkook was innocent as he was the one inflicting these emotions. I couldn't stay away from his whole being.

Tae was right at times and I tried to deny it but i was growing a liking to him

."My best advice to you wound be to accept what you're feeling wither you tell him that or not. You need to know what you're feeling."

"I know what im feeling not as of now but i know whats gong on. The only thing i i dont know is if their is someone else, my heart wants to just implode at the thought."

Just imagining him with another girl made me feel dirty and used. I hadn't liked the thought of his hands roaming another person, I wanted to be the only one he experienced this with. I was being selfish but when you grow an attachment to another person you wont be able to get those kinds of thoughts out of your head. I was hooked on Jungkook and I hadn't known how to handle it so i turned to my best bet being I hide my emotions for him. That way he wont see the damage hes causing me while will truly know as i feel the pain inside.

"I dont know so naturally i cant answer that however i do know that will hunt her down. If you want we could randomly ambush him and see if hes with another girl?Im free as of know?"

I waved Tae off not taking up on his offer. I hadn't been able to go as far as borderline stalking him to see if he had another interest. There was a part of me that thought of the idea as a good one but it would overall cause more problems. I took the idea as a light hearten joke as i pulled one last puff before dis holding the joint.

"Well whatever you decide to do I’ll support you."

Tae ruffled my hair bringing us in for a hug. He really did make me feel better in stressed moment where i saw no hope. I gave into his hug loving the feeling of his comfort. We pulled away after hearing the coaches whistle signifying practice was over.I straightened myself out as Tae asked if i wanted to grab something to eat to which i declined. 

I had just wanted to go and curl up in my bed watching TV trying to figure out what was going on. Tae nodded on understanding with the confusion clogging my mind.

"Alright well, get some rest remember we have practice tomorrow too."

I nodded and waved after Tae as i made my way to the parking lot. I groaned in realization that I hadn't had a ride as i relayed on an uber.I was left with the choice of doing so again as i mindlessly clicked on the awaiting app and stated my information.I put in my headphones to pass the time hoping it will all pass smoothly. It gives me enough to to rely on my thoughts and what to make of them.

 I hadn't been to aware of what they held but i could feel the power behind his touch and raspy voice making me quiver before him.I was growing a fond feeling for his existence and recognized small things about him. I even recognized his hands as they traced against my waist as he brought us closer in proximity.

 He gently brought his lips closer to my ear letting out a small breathe before saying anything. This action was enough to effect me in the slightest, an emotion i still hadn't known. I was trying to figure out what it was but again i didnt want to know what it was out of fear so instead i focus on his steady voice.

"Hey baby girl."

I turned my body around leaning slightly against him, pressing us together. I had completely let what Tae said slide past my head. Jungkook had been beaded in sweat from his practice making my mind go foggy with sexual themes. He certainly did know how to tempt people maybe even without noticing it and it always seemed to get me in trouble one way or another. 

I had so much anger built up that i didnt care about the consequences as i wanted the feeling to be replaced with another, wither it be a split second or mere hours.

"Hey, daddy."

Jungkook was taken back by my words but licked his lips enjoying the feeling that lingered with my words. He looked around the parking lot as if he was looking at making sure no one was to see his actions that were soon to happen. Jungkook smirked as his hands traveled to my ass giving it a quick squeeze. His nose began to travel against my neck as he intcipated hs next move making me shiver at the thought.

"I think you should finish what we started this morning? Dont you think baby girl?"

I bite my lip at the thought but couldn't help but think if it entirely would be a good idea. It could only fuck about my emotions about him and or anything else even more. Did I really think that this one moment shared between our to bodies would be worth the overly intense feeling to come. 

As of now my body was in control and i was straying away from my mind as it was a mere prisoner under jungkooks control. My body acted as a free willed product not caring about the affect and it not feeling any emotions. It was a good way to Disraeli my feelings as i follow Jungkook to his car to rid of the things in my mind and focus on my body.

I had seated on Jungkook lap on wearing my underwear while Jungkook wore his boxers. We had raced through his house in a minutes notice. We had been attached to each other knocking items we thought as useless down till we reached his bed room. Clothes were being thrown around the room not caring about the destination as we focused on each other mouths. 

 I hadn't always entirely focused on just that aspect of him while we shared moments like this. I forced on his hands and how they raked my body giving areas slight more squeezes and tightness than others. His muscles would often flex once in a while at my small moan or as things intensified.

 His mouth was of course a thing of its own as it held specialty. His lips often traced my collar bone while his tongue slide across my neck leaving bruises he was proud of but my by far favorite was when he combined his tongue and mouth. He would use this to his advantage as he would lap up my juices but also suck playfully on my clit. He held many talents and I did my best to explore each one as it was a new puzzle piece. 

As of now his tongue was battling for dominance with mine. We both knew how it would play out but the teasing made things ever more exciting. His tongue explored every inch of mine as if trying to find secrets lying beneath it. I tried to keep up with him as i did the same only resulting in our tongues to mix together.

 I slowly began grinding on him aiming to take control of the dominance we were both seeking. Jungkook let out a small groan before gripping onto my hips and responded with force. Jungkook was always one for competition, he was a football player overall he took everything as a challenge.

I felt him smirk as we continued planning for his attack. I was intrigued as what it was going to be but couldn't help have a certain amount of nervousness from what was to come from his actions.

 He was unable to read and this trait certainly didn't help as of now. I needed to know what lied next as i would be prepared so i sit there on his lap still following as what we were doing before.I travel my hands to his hair gripping at it tightly. I had grown comfortable taking in his breath and relying on his tongue. 

I felt at peace and wasn't expecting anything Jurassic, however sometimes being to comfortable can cost a price. I felt as Jungkooks hand squeezed my ass bringing me from my state making me gasp as he took full dominance. He smirked into the kiss glad that he finally accomplished his waited goal.

Jungkook quickly flipped us over as i was now underneath him while he eyed me hungrily. The stare put me at a boost of confidence feeling that he needed me now. It always did provide good feelings when you felt needed wither it be sexually or emotional. My body had been set on sexually desire seeking for the exhilaration my body could consume in on take of his touch.

 His mouth latched onto my right nipple circling the bud around in his mouth. I felt my nipple go hard while t was in his savory mouth. He grabbing my other breast as he felt it was being neglected. He often gave it a firm squeeze while he massaged it.I had been a moaning mess all while he was doing so. 

My hands coursed through his hair longing the way they slipped through my fingers yet provided a good comfort. Jungkook hummed as i moaned enjoying the pleasure he was causing me.

 Once in a while he looked up as i met his lust filled eyes. He squinted his as wanting to make eye contact only for me to throw my head back in pure pleasure before he unlatched his mouth causing me to pout.His face inched up to mine, exclaiming my features.

"I think your pretty pussy deserves to be fucked. Dont you princess? You want daddy to fill you up with his cock?"

I nodded my head eagerly at his statement. Just his words were enough to send me into a pool of wetness. I had already been wet when we first arrived in the apartment but as time passed on it only began to intensify. His cock was sure enough to fill my desire and needs of sexual frustration. I took the hint that i was perceived as the same for him, making the time spent welly acquainted.

"Use your mouth baby, I love it when you use it."

"Yes daddy i want you to fill every inch of me with your cock."

Jungkook licked his lips enjoying the sin that rolled off my lips. He slowly took off my panties making sure he took a look at my women hood enjoying the wet state he caused it to be in. He directed his index finger across my wet folds as i shivered and moaned at the feeling he caused. He smirked in success at the deed he caused.

 He always kept a smirk on his face as he always was able to complete these actions to his fullest. He was cocky because he knew what he could do had affects on people in good ways that made him feel empowered. I wouldn't blame Jungkook for this as if I held this i would certainly use it my advantage. I didnt have the affect he did but i had enough for Jungkook to be lusting over me. It wasnt enough to make me full blown cocky but surely fulled my desire. 

I licked my lips as i eyed his hands that traveled to his boxers. I was glad that i semi had the same affect on him, of course his affect was stronger but i still manged for him to want to go through with this.His hands slowly pulled on the helm of his boxers before they pooled at his thighs. He rubbed himself slightly closing his eyes before posing himself. He looked at me with the same lust filled eyes that held eagerness. My eyes most likely read the same as my body reacted to what was to come next. 

I always loved the moment before we actually had sex it was a moment of 'are we really going to do this, again?'. We always managed coming back to each other for the same desired thing and nothing more. It was the same route but not as we held different feelings each time.

 Jungkook slowly directed his cock into my women hood letting out a small groan doing so. I bit my lip not wanting to let out a loud moan as it was to early. I closed my eyes tight concentrating on not moaning, occasionally letting out small noises that didn't amount to anything. I knew Jungkook didn't like when i held back in any situation, so why would this be any different. He wanted me to let it out instead of keeping in as it fueled him to keep going. I could feel his hands dig into my hip and the slight stare in my closed eyes testing my theory. 

I could feel his pace start to slow down as he pressed his chest against mine. His mouth directed itself next to my ear while his fingers traced along my waist line and began growing higher. I knew he had been aiming to tempt me into coming out of my shell and not being afraid of doing so. He licked his lips as the click of his tongue ran across his lower lip signifying he had something he wanted to get off his chest. 

"Its not good to keep it in baby girl, make daddy proud and show him how much you mean to him."

I kept my mouth shut as i felt his hand inch up my abdomen. I had let out shaky breathes feeling his cock slowly rub against my walls as well as his fingers reaching to my breast. Jungkook all while managed to whisper in my ear bringing me to my brink. He knew it was working as i began painting loudly but didnt usher a moan past my lips. Jungkook wasn't one to give up as he certainly loved a challenge as i was providing one before him. He wanted to make me moan and he was putting himself to the test with his best efforts.

His lips nibbled on my neck making its way across my collar bone seeking for love bites. His right hand gabbled my breast giving them the attention they deserved while they perked in his hand. His left hand rested against my waist meeting his slowly long dragged thrust. All of these were reasoning to give in and they seemed reasonable. I couldn't focus on just one as they were all coming at me creating one continuous feeling making me feel the need to release it.

"Ah, fuck."

I had whimpered it under my breath making Jungkook perk up slightly. I felt him laugh against my collar bone at my easy fail. I was weak for his touch and if he hadnt figured that out before he was sure of it. I had been hopeless when it came to him as i experienced things that where no one ever made me feel before. He pushed me to my limits without going to far making me crave for something i had been longing for. Jungkook took the moan as an advantage. His once slow pace soon jolted into a powerful thrust brought out of no where making another moan tremble from my lips. 

He was no longer smirking in victory as he was slightly moaning as well from the sudden change in pace. He licked his lips once more before following the sudden pace. Jungkook met every pace as beads of sweat began to trickle down from his forehead.

 I continued to let out mindless moans embracing the emotions that were coursing through out my body needing to be release.His hands dug into my waist as he used leverage to get a better spot to hit. The room was filled with skin against skin and our moans mixing together in utter euphoria. 

The feeling was overwhelming as i closed my eyes trying to take every emotion in.I had been feeling every sexual desire that was flowing throughout my veins. I felt the lust in my eyes travel around my whole being as if it was being consumed by it.

Jungkook stopped in pace as i opened my eyes to see what the hold up was. He grabbed a hold of my leg attempting a knew position with hungry eyes. I was getting myself ready as i aimed to close my eyes before i heard Jungkook shout in protest at my attempt. I whimpered seeking to close my eyes trying to coop with the feeling taking over my being but seeing Jungkooks lust filled eyes sent me into over drive.His hands gripped onto my thighs as he hit each thrust with aggression. 

My eyes slightly fluttered before Jungkook let out a loud groan signalling for me to open my eyes. Each time i disobeyed him his pace only increase in speed making it ever more difficult to follow his request. I moaned each time he thrust into my core as he followed along. I grabbed a hold of my breast to try and find something to take my mind off of this. 

Jungkook could tell that i was breaking down and having the need to look away making a smirk form on his lips.

"If you look away i wont let you cum baby girl. I wanna see how good i make you feel, can you handle that princess?"

I couldn't rely on my words as i was already struggling to not close my eyes. I simply nodded my head looking into his irises trying to met his request. I wanted to repay him with the thrust he was bolting throughout my core sending me into a fiery blaze. 

Jungkook soon tilted his head back as he was reaching his climax as was. His neck had bulged out as his Adams apple bounced while he was bracing himself for his climax.I let out a loud moan signifying i was reaching my brink as Jungkook barred his face in my neck letting out a long moan.I heard a faint ringing as i reached my climax assuming that i had been over whelmed by the experience.

 I felt dazed as He filled his warmth inside of my walls surrounding every inch of it. We had planned ahead on birth control as it made the whole experience ever more intensifying and by my knowledge we had only been having intercourse with one another.

(Still wrap your dick before you stick!)

Jungkook milked our orgasms letting out a few more thrust before resting against my body. I could feel his breathe tickling against my ear. I heard his faint giggle run across my ear making my heart flutter at the noise. My mind was set back into action after my body had gotten what it longed for. Those lively minutes of fucking my feelings out had been terminated and i was now in control of my mind. 

It had been scrabbled do to the actions that had just occurred. In fact I actually knew what i was feeling but didnt want to bring it to the surface as i didnt want to accept it. Jungkook lifts himself from my body resting his nose against mine and proceeds to look me in the eyes. His once lust filled eyes had turned into something i couldn't read yet was addicted to it no matter the emotion. The eye contact made me realize i hadn't fulfilled my actions but it didn't matter as he didnt need to see with his own eyes how good he made me feel. I was practically waiting for his every move awaiting to see the weight that would be held on me.

 His next move was directed to my lips as i felt him slightly smirk while we deepened the kiss.The light ringing came back to my ears but only grew louder and for a longer period of time. I assumed that it was due to emotions that he was yet again causing me but was drawn out of that as vibrating occurred. 

I slightly pushed Jungkook away trying to find the location of this noise while he looked at me confused, oblivious to the noise. My eyes darted to the phone as his eyes traveled to where mine were glued to. It hadn't been my phone as i didnt hold much friends. Tae wouldn't be calling me as of know as i told him that i didnt want to be bothered and left alone with my thoughts. 

This leaving it to be Jungkooks phone and no one could possibly know who was contacting him. He most likely had hundreds of people listed under his phone making him not even come close to who was calling, However maybe he did. I hadnt known Jungkook as much as i had and maybe the person who was calling did.

"Arent you going to get that?"

Jungkook slightly groan kneeling on the bed moving the side table taking a peak at who had been calling him. He held his phone in his hand as i tried to read his facial expression. For once his facial expression was read able. whoever the person who was behind the phone was able to make him actually expression his emotions, opening up to them not being afraid as he knew them well. His face had been a mixture of joy and annoyance.Most likely annoyed at the timing but none of the less excited that said person decided to give him a proper text. 

He didnt hesitate to type before he stopped turning his head to look at me. His emotions had then been hidden forming a straight line as if nothing had happened. Even with his stone cold poker face i could notice the wheels in his head turn as if making a decision on the spot. He quickly typed and set his phone back down before crawling back next to me.His front had been pressed against my back as steady rubbed my sides in a comforting motion.

 His lips had been traveling along my jaw line making me hum and forget about the previous events. I had been focused on this very moment loving the artificial emotion it was providing. It felt as if he wanted me to be consumed by his entire existence and the passion that it came with. What had been done between us moments ago was sure enough to drag me deeper into his affection and his next words were enough to send me into oblivion.

"You know i care about you right, baby?"

It hadn't been confirmed that he liked me but he certainly did care for me meaning that we were on the road to what i longed for. Hell maybe i was far gone from that reasoning but i had been high on the affection i was feeling that i had been believing anything thrown my way. 

I started believing my own feelings as well, I had cared about him too possibly even more.It scared me how in the beginning i had secluded myself from him and now i had been opening my true feeling up for myself. I had cared for him and i hardly knew if his care was an act or the real thing but i was taking it for as it is. I wanted to believe it was real, so i was going to see it how i wanted to.

"You don care about me?"

I had overthought the whole time that i hadn't had time to say anything in relation to his comment. I already knew the answer to it as it was rather easy but the true question was if really should share what i felt with him.

 I hadnt known that his true emotions held as he never should them off to me, for all i knew he could be laughing in my face due to my answer but never show the true feelings. He held that poker face making things harder on me and my emotions but taking up on Taes advice maybe it would be easier.

 I had just accepted my feelings and maybe i needed to let someone else in on them to make me understand them. It was a really difficult to let it out and maybe he would take it as a light heated joke but i knew it was real and that all the proof i needed"I care about you,Jungkook."

Jungkook hummed against my ear giving my hips a quick squeeze in reassurance. He kissed the shell of my ear in a passionate way making sure he made his care evident. truly did feel cared for under his touch making my heart flutter at the new fond feeling it had been longing for.

"Sleep tight babe I'll see you in the morning."

His body had left mine as he turned around and sleep away from me. My warm body that was engulfed by him soon turned cold longing for his care. I knew it was still there as i he stated it but needed to feel it. He showed it for a few mere seconds yet it was still enough to leave me in a daze. I was under his control and i wasnt capable of my actions that it sent me into a trilling yet terrifying daze. I was slowly finding out that i was falling for him but i couldn't see if his arms were open wide to catch me.I had tossed around finally waking up as my alarm clock rang off.

 I had woken up thirty minutes prier than what i was supposed to walk up around. I was surprisingly getting more serious about my soccer practice which slightly scared me as i didnt put much dedication to anything. I turned my body around with my eyes still closed feeling around for my phone to hit the alarm before i gave up on my strategy and asked Jungkook for his assistance.

"Jungkook, can you please turn the alarm off?"

I waited for him to do so only as it continued to ring off. I sighed taking that he was still asleep before i finally grabbed a hold of my phone. I turned it off with a sigh asking myself if getting up was worth it while staying in bed seemed like the perfect alternative, but me being the good person am decided to get the job done. Firstly starting off with why Jungkook didn't have the decency to turn the alarm off.

"Jungkook you could have easily turned off the alarm. I swear you better be asleep or im gonna be your-"

I turned around on the other side of the bed as i wasnt greeted with his reassurance but rather an empty bed. I huffed out as i was talking to myself the entire time making me feel slightly dumb, However i was more worried about where Jungkook had went off to. I couldnt worry to much as he couldn't have gone anywhere to drastic perhaps he went to football practice early. 

Jungkook always valued how well he played as he wanted to be the best, so my mind automatically drifted to so. I had no time to worry as today was set about me and how well i was going to preform meaning i needed maximum energy.I made my way into the kitchen and proceed to make coffee before sitting on the coffee table checking my text massages between me and Taehyung. I mindless texted him about practice and other things in our life before the closing of a door brought me from my thoughts.

 My attention was brought to a sleepy Yoongi who was sported in his boxers and messy bed head. He hadn't spotted me yet so i decided to make the frst move.

"Morning, Yoongi i made some extra coffee. I know youre most likey tired from all the musical writing last night so have some."

Yoongi slightly jumped at my being still being fresh out of sleep and processing things. He seemed weirded out that i had been here this morning without a care. He still manged to grab a cup of coffee and accept things as it s as he sat at the table with me. I sipped on my coffee along with him as i set down my phone wanting to indulge in a slight conversation.

"So how is the music coming along?"

Yoongi looked up slightly in confusion that i actually was willing to make this situation seem some what normal. I didnt know why had been in such a great move, possibly due to last night and my dedication to my soccer as it would befit me. I was actually dong something good for myself and i couldn't help but feel good, along with an extra boost from Jungkook. I had just wanted to share it with Yoongi as he was the only one here

"Um good, just a few bugs here and there but nothing but a little fix."

I nodded my head with an encouraging smile before sipping on my coffee looking around. I felt Yoongis eyes on me but decided not to look into them as i was afraid what he might say. Maybe i had been acting slightly weird but i couldn't help it as i as in such a good mood and i didnt wan this judgement to ruin so.

"Hey um, Why are you so nice?"

"Uh i dont know. I guess i just have stuff to look forward to."

I had been confused by his sudden question. It certainly was an odd question to ask someone but i was still intrigued by his question as what it held. Did he have a reasoning behind his madness or was there no secret to hold. Was he just asking this to get underneath my skin to make me annoyed or did he want to tell me something lurking underneath his skin.

"Sometimes people take advantage of that. Youre a kind girl and even though i dont know you well enough i know you dont deserve this." Yoongi had always been one to not express his emotions, in ways he was like Jungkook but he wasnt. Yoongi never messed with other peoples feelings always telling them how it is while Jungkook snuk his way into the situation even if you wanted it or not. Yoongi never cared about any of that as he never snuk into things, if you didnt like him he didnt like you. He was blunt and honest and as of right now i wanted him to be as blunt as possible and tell me what was going on."Yoongi what are you getting at?""Jungkook. Hes been seeing another girl."He had said it slowly enough for me to process it yet i didnt even want to process such thing. He had just told me. I was such a fool for Jungkook that it had all became a blur to my enter view on the world. Jungkook had just spoored out what  thought were his feelings to me last night but they were all proceeded as lies

."When you arent here she is. shes taking up the place that you once filled."

It had been harsh but Yoongi was always blunt and this was one of the situations he had used it to his advantage. I had been grateful he was able to actually sit down and tell me what was going on under my nose but was always bitter about it. I hadnt that i knew this was going to happen but i continued to let it pass with a blind eye. I was a idiotic fool for Jungkook letting him slide with every slippery move. All the lies he commenced and the disbelief i once feed myself with were all apart of my sick imagination. 

Of course Jungkook wouldn't be able to fall for someone like me as we were in a way different but then again we werent. We shared the same sex drive but viewed it different. Mine led up to a romantic field while his was strictly this or that. I hadnt managed to usher a word as I was alone with my thoughts. Yoongi still eyed me hoping for a response as the news wasn't something to be taken lightly. It was something that was deeper than what he cold muster, especially when the whole problem stemmed from my doing.

 I was the one that accepted his offer and feed into it. I couldn't blame anyone but myself and i needed to get that off of my chest.I opened my mouth to respond to what Yoongi had said before the door opened reviling Jungkook himself. He hadn't noticed that we were seated at first as he held a small smile on his face and closed the door lightly. Jungkook seemed as if he didn't have a worry in the world as he closed that door probably, as if he had completed a longing accomplishment. 

The victory soon drowned out to a misery as he was faced with us unexpectedly. His facial expression changed quickly as he viewed us, attempting his emotions which were displayed fairly well. It was to late as i had caught him in the act. I didnt want to come to my senses but i knew that i could no longer sit back and act as if i knew nothing was happening. I had a feeling his hands roamed another body but didn't want to come to terms of being replaced. I was no longer valuable to him anymore but what was valuable was time. 

He arrived exactly three minutes before the time i was originally supposed to wake up for practice, this giving him enough time to get situated and sneak in playing off anything that has occurred. This didnt happen overall as he planed, he was caught but playing it off. His charm still stayed along with his bunny smile making me want to forget every wrong act he had made and justify it as a early morning football practice. 

I knew it wasn't but a part of me wanted to believe it was he waltzed into the kitchen with a worry. He was oddly calm making the situation awkward while me and Yoongi were aware of what he was doing to me without my knowledge. Now I knew and i couldn't stop letting the thoughts get to me so, i consumed them and took them in believing them.I wasn't going to let him step over me and if straying away from him was what it took i was going to follow through with it.

 Jungkook had offered me a ride to which i didnt dismiss as it was simply a ride. I stood up looking around the house as it would be my last trip before my disappearance. There would be no way i could show myself in the house again as i knew that other bodies laid here with Jungkook. I could sense that Yoongi felt the same for me as he stood up from the table watching me leave. 

Jungkook exited first as I followed after closing the door slightly before Yoongi stated once more before my dismissal.

"See you later."

He knew i wouldn't. This term was was sometimes used when you would depart a dear friend but would later reunite in the end of circumstances.  Yoongi and I had neither been friends nor would we see each other again as the information i had revived made thing clear on my own path. 

I had been grateful for what Yoongi had informed me on but always managed to gain pain from it. No matter the pain i hope it will turn into a strength giving me the power to walk away from him. I couldn't however as everything remained me of him so  I would have to managed to cut things that once or still do belong to Jungkook out that including Yoongi. He seemed nice and caring but i never got to sit down and have a civil conversation that didnt rely on Jungkook and now i certainly cant have this be fulfilled. 

I would also lose a tiny bit of myself as i grew attached to him. I was losing important aspects of myself to some fuck boy i didn't give a shit about eight months ago and now i was giving things up for his useless soul. I was trapped in his charm and I was working on an escape route. 

It would be a longing plan that would take getting used to but it would surely be taken into action. His once cold hands that grazed against my thigh sent a warmness throughout my heart but as of know his cold hands were all but they were.

Cold hands that sent a ever longing shiver in my icy heart that he was responsible for.