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innocent-malfoy-slut · 4 years ago

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Days with Draco

A/N: this came out longer than I’d expected

... if you were public:

Draco would kiss you wherever and whenever he can

at breakfast, in the Great Hall, he would give you little pecks on your cheeks every now and then, maybe he would also wrap your should with his arm and pulling you closer to him

so close that you have your leg resting on his thigh as you talked with Pansy and Daphne on your right

he would spend breakfast making plans for the day with Blaise, or just staring at you as you were focused on repeating for an up-coming test

since you’re both Slytherins, you would walk hand-in-hand to your classes

and when he feels extremely sweet, Draco would bring your books for you

between a class and another you would lean against a cold, stone-made wall and kiss until you’re out of breath, your lips reddish and swollen

Professors McGonagall and Snape definitely wouldn’t like that, so you tried to be as careful a you could before their lessons

you would wait lunch being served in the Slytherin’s common room, together with your group of friends, chatting about the morning lessons

the topics would change, and also the attitude of your friends towards some other people, what would never change was you, sitting on Draco’s lap, his hands brushing against your thighs, under your skirt, while yours would just lay on his arm

you didn’t pay attention to any of their talks, you just enjoyed being touched by your boyfriend and, even though you were in a room crowded of people, you laid there, shivering whenever his fingers went up too far

“remember where we are” you would scold him careful not to let everyone else hearing you

“I wouldn’t mind showing them how much of a good girl you are”

your little interaction stopped there, as you were told to make it to the Great Hall for lunch

it would be very similar to breakfast; your leg resting on his, though this time you would just pay attention to each other -your friends not even trying to engage a talk with you

during the early hours of the afternoon you would just sit under a tree far away from the castle, enjoying the silence the nature had to offer you

Draco would have his arm around your shoulders, canceling any distance between you two

your head would be resting in the crock of his neck and your hands would be waved together, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hands, and you doing the same

“what about studying in my room today?”

both of you knew how little homework you would do when alone in a room, so you would try a compromise

“let’s study in the library until five and then we go to your room?”

Draco would just put on a pout and give you the puppy’ eyes, though after a while you had learned to say “no” to them. and that was what you would do

as you had already imagined, the hours spent in Draco’s room hadn’t led you to study, instead you’d spent hours snogging and rubbing against each other

only ten minutes after closing the door behind your backs, your clothes would already be scattered around the room and you’d be straddling him

“I really like this subject” Draco’d have his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him, while his mouth would leave wet, hot kisses on your shoulder going up to your chin “I’m astonished by your beauty, my love”

Draco had always beee great with words, amazing you each time he’d make you a compliment. particularly, he’d love to address flatteries to your body when he had the chance

it would make you blush and hide your face in the crock of his neck, “you don’t need to do that every time”

“I’ll stop when you will stop blushing” from that moment on your kisses would change into desperate and passionate, burning every inch of your skin, his hands cupping your face, or gather your hair in a ponytail with his fingers

you’d shivered underneath his touch as if it was the first time, and it only increased when Draco’s fingers reached the latch of your bra and, with a swift move, removed it

both his hands would grabbed your tits, his skilled fingers playing with your pinkish nipples, before placing his lips on them

“D-draco” you’d moaned as you felt his tongue caressing them, gently at first and as time passed, he’d suck more harshly, making you moan

the increase would make you a “wet mess” -as Draco loved calling you

as you frantically grinned against his hips, you felt him growing harder beneath you -it could get inside you without much of effort

“what’s wrong, my love?” he mocked you, a smirk plastered on his face “do you want anything?”

you moaned and tried to rub your thighs, smoothing the not ignorable aching core

“talk to me, baby” his grasp on your chin would be rough, forcing your eyes in his “what something?”

“you...all of you” you captured his lips in yours and let your hands wander on his bare torso, “please, Draco”

“I still don’t get what you want, honey” while saying it, he would hit your throbbing cunt

“please, Draco, fuck me” you’d squint your eyes as the ache became unbearable “fuck me with your fingers, your mouth, your cock”

Draco would give a quick look at the clock on his bedside table“well, we don’t have enough time, so...you’d better be ready for this”

you put a spell on the door and put away your wand once and far all, finally focusing only on the two of you

meanwhile Draco had lowered his boxers, his cock was already reddish and the tip was leaking with the pre-cum, “all this only for me?” you teased him as you gave him a few strokes, before alining it at your entrance

you slide it easily in, taking it all the way in until its tip hit your deepest spot, “you’re so big”

you knew that kind of statement would increase his ego, but you also liked seeing his satisfied smirk on his face every time you would say that

“and you’re fucking tight”

your words game would go on for a while, though it’d be cut off by you bouncing on his cock and him staring at you, arms crossed behind his head, as you struggled to keep it together

he’d take control only when he noticed your legs trembling and your arms no longer holding your weight. without flipping you over, he’d pound into you at an ungodly speed, faster and faster

“you’re not capable of taking control” he’d hold your head near to his hearts -which you heard beating inside his chest- while he’d make you reach your high, “you keep trying, but you fail every” thrust “single” thrust “time”

a flow of hot cum would be released into you as you reach your climax at the same time

“I love you” “I love you, too”

after dinner you’d part your ways, until the next morning

...if you were not public (most likely belonging to a different house):

Draco would definitely tease you in public from afar, but when behind ht e door of a safe room he’d be the best of the boyfriends -showing you a never-seen side of him

you’d wake up at the sound of your clock going on, together with all your dorm mates

you’d enter the Great Hall next to your friends, talking with them as you sat down at your house’s table

maybe at first you’d actually be interested in their conversation, but then a owl delivered you a letter

a deep black envelope with the silver seal reminding a serpent which you carefully unfolded and found inside it a black card which said: “meet me at the Girl’s Lavatory out of service”

you’d excuse yourself from your your friends and quickly walked out of the Hall, climbing up the stairs and opening the door of the bathroom once you had reached it

Draco Malfoy would already be there, waiting for you resting against the wall

“are we late, aren’t we?” with only three steps he’d be a few inches in front of you

“I’ve got short legs, it isn’t my fault” you’d try to catch his lips between yours but you failed as he threw his head back “don’t you want your good morning kiss? well, I can go and give him to someone else”

no matter how old that sentence would be, it would always make him jealous

in fact, also that time, he’d grab your wrist and pull you back against him

“stupid girl” Draco’d lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips soft and tasting against his “my stupid girl”

you’d melt in his thigh embrace and leave at him the job to lead the kiss

it soon turned into a make out session, which kept its sweet way

“see you again here after your last morning class”

you’d leave the bathroom at the distance of 10 minutes from one another and you’d meet up with your friends soon after -avoiding their questions about your strange behaviour

the thought of seeing him again would keep you from focusing on your classes, though you’d always manage to be among the top 5 students of each class

as you were about to turn around the corner and enter the bathroom on the first floor, you’d see someone else sneaking in

you’d put on a pout and metal hex whoever dared to stole your place of secret meeting with Draco

“is something wrong, Y/N?” by the time you had searched for another solution, your friend would have reached you and started worrying seeing you staring at the wall

Draco’d observe the scene from behind another wall, not wanting to keep his eyes off of you as you came up with an excuse to your friend

during the lunch all you did you exchanging looks with your boyfriend

at first they were innocent, like hidden smiles and quick glances over the table where the other was seated, but then you played too much you the fork in your mouth -you didn’t do it on purpose- and once your eyes went back on him you found him staring at you

on the other end, Draco was dying to meet you, though he was slowly realising you wouldn’t have met him until later that afternoon -being you busy studying with your friends

for the first time since you started seeing each other, Draco decided to sit down with Blaise, Pansy and Daphne in the library, not far away from you -though you were turning your back at him

“try not to fuck her here, okay?” Blaise’s words would block any Draco’s attempt to imagine what would it be like to bend you over the table where you were

Blaise would be the only one to know and no, Draco had never told him anything

“next time remember people can hear her screams from the common room” was how your boyfriend found out his friends knew

the afternoon passed slowly and painfully, according to Draco Malfoy

when he sat down at the Slytherin’s table, his mind was filled with imagines of you -acting in the most provocative way

he swallowed the entire banquet, if only he would have been able to do that, just to end it and bring you to his room

“mate, she has just left”

Draco would run out of the Great Hall and discreetly walk closely behind you

you’d smiled at yourself as you perceived his presence behind you and you took the next turn as a chance to grab him by his wrist

“I can’t wait any longer” you made him lean into you and you placed your lips on his

the kiss didn’t keep soft, instead you soon found yourself being pinned up against the wall

his fingers traced your inner thigh, make you more wet and he went up and down

you moaned into the kiss, which allowed him a better entrance in your mouth

“w-we can’t h-here”

“the things I can’t do are very little” he turned you around, your face meeting the cold stone of the wall as he pushed up your clock and your skirt, your soaked panties vanished inside his robe, “fucking you against this wall isn’t among them”

you heard him unbuckling his belt and then his trousers

the cold air hit your cunt and you inhaled deeply

Draco wouldn’t give you any kind of warning before filling you up with his cock

“you’re always so ready to take me in”

“my warm and wet cunt”

he’d pinch your clit, making it harder for you to hold back your moans, “keep quiet” he’d scold you putting his hand over your mouth

his thrusts would become sloppier and faster as both your climax approached

he’d grabbed you by your throat and made you arch your back up to the point where your head was resting on his shoulder

he’d give you a kiss, only as an excuse to spit into your mouth and watch you as your high washed you

“that’s right, take it like the desperate cum slut you are”

he’d cum into you without any warning -again- and keep himself inside you for a couple of minutes -making himself sure his cum wouldn’t go wasted on the floor

he’d watch as you tried to recompose yourself -as if you hadn’t been fucked right in the middle of the hallway

“fuck, it’s sticky” you looked down between your legs and notice a drop of cum went down your inner thigh

you tried to wipe it away but your hand was blocked by Draco’s “leave it there”

“don’t you think I’m done with you” he’d smack your ass “walk”

your next stop would be the Astronomy Tower, where he’d fuck you other three times, before finally letting you head back to your dorm

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natasha-romanoff-deserved-better · 3 years ago

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The Day The Music Died

Summary:

“This’ll be the day that I die,” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told.

Natasha never wanted to hear that song again.

Word Count: 3437

Also on Ao3 here

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Natasha stares at the bandages wrapped tightly around Clint’s left wrist, eyes locked in on the red spots where extra blood had been soaked up by the gauze. Clint’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, softly drumming along to the song playing from the radio as he maneuvers the car around a bend in the old back road.

“I can feel you staring.” He says, snapping Natasha out of her trance. Clint takes his eyes off the road for a second to catch her gaze. “Nat, I’m fine. I promise.” It’s not going to change what happened, but he still tries. These types of missions were always hard on Natasha, and it’d only been made that much worse when one of the target’s bodyguards had managed to catch Clint’s forearm with a knife, dangerously close to critical veins. There had been a lot of blood and although Nat was easily able to stitch his skin back together, the close call had scared her - even if she refused to admit it out loud.

“I know you’re fine, idiot. It’s impossible to get rid of you.” She snorts and sends him a small smile. The radio cuts into a commercial, advertising their station and morning talk show before launching into another song.

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

Natasha frowns at the song as an alarm bell begins to blare in the back of her head at the notes that drift out of the speakers. She furrows her eyebrows at it, a sinking feeling coming over her. Images from another time threaten to overtake her, and she’s too weak to stop them.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

A blonde little girl, only five years old, prances around the front yard. She’s barefoot and wearing her pink sparkly sundress, hair pulled up into pigtails as she tries to catch a ladybug. Natasha watches from her perch among the tree branches. Mom Melina is kneeled on the ground as she works on the garden in front of the house, planting new flowers to replace the dead ones. She’s brought her portable stereo out, sitting it on the porch and playing at full volume. Natasha isn’t even aware of what song is playing until Yelena is running up to the porch, begging her to play it again. Mom Melina does. And then plays it again with an amused smile and quirked eyebrow when Yelena asks for a third time. Yelena cheers with joy as it starts again and rises to her tip toes as she begins to twirl and dance to the music.

Nobody knows what it is about the song that Yelena likes so much, but she loves it. She constantly asks for it, so much so that Melina loads it onto a cassette tape and keeps it in the car just for her. Natasha doesn’t quite understand what most of the lyrics are talking about, but she decides she doesn’t mind the song for Yelena. In a way, it fits- Yelena is the picture perfect little all american girl, apple pie personified.

Natasha’s frozen in her seat. She pleads with herself to move, to turn off the radio. She doesn’t want to hear this. She knows what verses are coming next, and her breathing catches in her throat as they start. These words hold no comfort for her anymore.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Her sister’s high-pitched voice singing the words, a beat behind as she moves her hands cheerfully, lost in the rhythm of the song. She’s buzzing with excitement- ready for her promised big adventure, too young and oblivious to notice their parent’s anxiety or her sister’s internal crisis happening in the seat next to her. Natasha can’t look at her sister, she doesn’t want her to see the panic she knows is written over her face. Instead, she keeps her eyes locked out the window, trying desperately to commit everything to memory. The red, white, and blue lights that light up the night, the football game where a band plays and people cheer, the abundance of restaurants where families are sat enjoying dinner. The normalness of it all makes her angry - how can all these people be so casual when her world is falling apart at the seams? Yelena begins to sing the verse about dying, and it takes everything within Natasha to not snap at her. She can’t bear to listen to her little sister singing about dying, so blissfully unaware of the possibility of the verse becoming true at any moment now. Natasha should say something to her, tell her to stop, tell her what was happening. But the lure of pretending one last time is too great for her to give away. She doesn’t say anything.

Did you write the book of love

A photo album, thick with pictures of them all sit on the shelf. It’s Natasha’s favorite thing in the house, and she often sneaks out of bed to stare at the photos. Realistically, she knows they’re all fake. But if she tries hard enough, thinks long enough, she swears she can recall the events. Thanksgiving had been fun; the food had been the best she’d ever tasted. Their summer vacation had been at the beach, and she swears she can feel the sun warming her face and the sand between her toes.

And do you have faith in God above

If the bible tells you so?

She and Clint had gone to a church once, as part of an undercover mission. She’d ended up having to walk out in the middle of the service. It had been too much. She could never believe in it, even if she wanted to. No loving God would ever create the horrors she had seen before her 13th birthday or give her a family purely to steal it all away so violently.

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Natasha’s feet hit the ground, still en pointe, as she lands the perfect Grand Jete. She tosses her arms out in the landing pose and holds it for a second before excited clapping breaks her concentration. Yelena sits there, smiling wide as possible, clad in her own black leotard and pink tights. She’s in the younger classes, not as advanced as Natasha yet, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. Yelena scrambles to her feet, crossing the floor to stand next to her sister.

“Teach me, teach me!”

It’s a complicated step, and Natasha knows she’s not ready for it just yet. She doesn’t want her to get hurt.

“I’ll teach you when you’re older, okay?” Yelena nods, and turns to the mirror, copying Natasha’s arm positions.

Natasha tries to force another breath into her lungs, but it’s harder now, her throat and chest constricted. She squeezes her eyes closed, trying to block out the flashbacks that continue to assault her.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But that’s not how it used to be.

Fifteen years. It had been fifteen goddamn years since Natasha had seen her sister for the last time. She refuses to let herself think of what might have happened to her. It pains her to think of her baby sister, who had once been so full of life, in such a horrid place.

Natasha wraps her arms around herself, arms holding each other tightly. She digs her fingernails into her skin, attempting to give herself something else to focus on and ground her. It doesn’t work.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the Levee was dry

Them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And signing this will be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Natasha doesn’t know how long they’ve been stuffed into this shipping container, crowded against a hundred other little girls. They’re all dirty, all starving, all terrified. The scent of sweat and urine threatens to suffocate them, the air hot and heavy.

She has tugged Yelena into her lap, arms protectively crossed over her torso to hold her close- hasn’t let go of her since the second they were put into here for fear of losing her amongst the other girls. She’s so tiny, and Natasha doesn’t trust any of the others.

Yelena stirs, a small whimper falling from her lips. Natasha tries to shush her gently, but it doesn’t work, and her sister keeps squirming. Her cries are starting to grow in volume, and one of the girls next to them sends them a dirty look.

“Yelena, Yelena. I’m here. You’re with me.” It’s the only words of comfort Natasha can offer her. She wishes she could tell her they were okay, that she was safe, that they were going to be fine. Instead, all she can do is assure her that her older sister had her. Yelena had stopped calling out for her mom a while ago, after her calls went unanswered and she finally realized no one was coming to rescue them. Natasha shifts them around, turning her back towards the others and away from prying eyes. Natasha turns Yelena on her lap, so that Yelena is facing her. “Yelena, look at me.”

Yelena shakes her head, so Natasha gently cups both sides of her face, titling her face up so that she has no choice. Yelena doesn’t resist, just locks her tear-filled eyes onto Natasha.

“I’m scared,” Yelena sobs through hitching breaths as her body trembles.

Natasha clutches her tighter and brings her closer, so close their noses are almost touching. “Don’t cry, Lena. Just sing with me.” Yelena frowns at her in confusion, and Natasha starts to sing under her breath, quietly, so that Yelena is forced to quite herself down and focus to hear the words.

She starts with the chorus, the part that Yelena knows and likes the best. “Bye, Bye, Miss American pie,” Natasha sings. The corner of Yelena’s lips quirks up in recognition. Nat pauses, prompting Yelena to sing the next line herself.

Her voice quivers, but she sings it anyways. “Drove my chevy to the levee…” Natasha nods in encouragement and joins her for the next verse. “But the levee was dry.” They sing the next few lines together. They near the last two lines of the chorus though, and this time, Natasha can’t allow her to sister to sing the last line. They hurt too much, they’re too real.

So she interrupts Yelena, skipping forward past the “Day that I die” line and jumping right into the next verse. Yelena doesn’t even question it, just follows her sister’s lead and allows herself to be completely absorbed in the whispered song.

Natasha sings almost the entire song to her sister, doing her best to remember as many lyrics as she could, and then starts over. She keeps singing, over and over again, until her voice starts to crack, and Yelena’s eyes are slipping closed in exhaustion.

“Tasha?” Clint calls, picking up the tension in his partner. She doesn’t respond, just stays frozen in her seat, locked in her own little world. “Hey,” He calls, a bit louder this time. He takes one hand off the wheel and places it on her shoulder gently. “Nat. What’s going on?” She’s shaking.

Instead of answering, Natasha claps her hands over her ears and leans forward, bending at the waist so she can rest her head atop her knees. She’s shaking her head, muttering something under her breath.

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

“Teach me, teach me!”

“…When you’re older.”

Natasha never got the chance to teach Yelena that ballet move. She wonders just how many other promises to her baby sister she’s broken.

“I’m going to pull over, Nat, okay?” A male’s voice comes from somewhere close by. His hand moves from her shoulder onto her back, to rub small circles on it.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

She had never felt so stupid. Standing on that airway strip, holding a gun out in front of her, blocking Yelena. She had let her fall into the lie, childishly believe that maybe, just maybe Dad Alexei loved them like he said he did. As Alexei kneels before them, showing no sympathy to his daughters tears, she realizes that had never been the case.

The chorus starts again, and she feels bile rise in her stomach. “Bye Bye Miss American Pie” Natasha remembers how she had stolen that gun from a solider, shoved her sister behind her and threatened to kill numerous grown men for touching her. How desperately she had clung to Yelena when they’d been ripped apart. She hadn’t been ready to give up her sister, not ready to say goodbye to the American dream lie they had built side by side. “Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the levee was dry” The memory of Yelena’s face during those few days had haunted Natasha’s dreams for years. It had frightened her- even more so than the men with oversized guns. She had never seen her sister, who laughed at everything and loved the world with everything in her, look so despondent. She had tried telling her jokes to pry some kind of smile out of her. It didn't work. “This’ll be the day that I die” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told. That day, when dad Alexei handed them back to Russians soldiers, they had both died. Died only to be remade and ruthlessly forged into something new, nothing more than weapons of mass destruction and trained killers.

There’s cussing to her left that pulls her back halfway to the present. She’s in a car, and she’s covered in vomit that runs down her front and onto her chest and lap. Clint has a hand on her, and he’s telling her just a second, Nat.

“Clint?” She asks, still slightly confused. She can still feel the weight of a smaller body on top of her, feel the soft blonde curls against her chin.

“I’m here, Tasha. Hold on.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time to start again

Countless little girls standing in a straight line, blank expressions, awaiting their next commands. They’re all mirrors of each other, no identity left for any of them to cling onto. Natasha scans over each girl, searching for the blonde waves she knows so well. She can’t find her.

The song drags on as Clint navigates the car off the road, coming to stop. He jumps out and jogs around, flinging Natasha's door open. She doesn’t move, so he reaches in and unbuckles her before slipping his hands into her armpits and pulling her out of the car. She tumbles to the ground, falling onto her knees.

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that Satan’s spell

Natasha catches Dreykov’s eyes on them, and she tightens her hold on Yelena’s hand. Her sister makes a small noise - she’s going to have bruises with how tight Nat is holding her- but doesn’t pull her hand away. Natasha curls her free hand into a tight fist, ready to swing if need be.

Dreykov says something to the men with guns next to him and points a finger at them. The soldiers start moving forward, and Natasha backtracks, tries to back up but Yelena stumbles at the sudden change in direction.

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

Natasha screams her sister's name, gripping onto her as tightly as she can. Soldiers have hands on them both, ripping them away from each other. Dreykov is standing several feet away, a tiny smile on his face. Yelena is shrieking, hands desperately trying to keep her grasp on Natasha with all the strength in her six-year-old frame.

They lose their grip on each other and are dragged apart. Yelena’s voice dies out as they carry away the only thing Natasha had left.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie -

“Turn it off!” Natasha pleads, before promptly vomiting even more onto the ground. Clint’s hands support her head, keeping her from falling. “Off, please. I can’t. Turn it--” Clint’s hands leave her for a second as he scrambles over her, reaching through the open passenger door and slamming the power button on the radio.

Natasha lets out a breath, thankful for the silence. With the song no longer playing, her head is beginning to clear, the painful images retreating somewhere she could lock them away again.

“All done?” Clint asks her. She spits out one last string of bile and nods her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Clint helps her sit up and lean against his leg. He doesn’t rush her, just allows her to sit and try to regain control of her breathing as he combs his fingers through her hair.

When Natasha can finally think again, she frowns at herself in disgust. “Sorry,” She apologizes.

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” he tells her. Clint reaches over and opens the backdoor, grabbing his go bag and digging around until his fingers find one of his clean T-shirts. He yanks it out, closes the door. “Can I help you change, or do you want to do it yourself?”

He’s honestly not even sure if she could change herself right now, with how much she was still shaking, but he gives her the choice anyways. She shrugs her shoulders, her way of accepting help without actually having to accept. “Okay, arms up.” Natasha raises her arms, and Clint carefully tugs her shift off her by the collar, making sure the filthy outside never touched any of her skin. He crumples up the shirt into a ball and tucks it in a bag. He bunches up his shirt at the neck hole and slides it over her head before gently guiding her arms through. It takes a lot for his partner to get to this state, and his concern grows with every passing second that goes by and Natasha is still out of it. He fixes the shirt over her torso, making sure she’s completely covered and then sinks down to the ground, leaning his back against the wheel of the car. There’s a soft breeze in the air, the slight chill nipping at their skin a welcome distraction. “C’mere,” he says, and guides Natasha into his side. She tenses for a moment, but then lets her head drop onto his shoulder, allowing Clint to take her weight. He wraps an arm around her to hold her close.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha repeats, and this time Clint doesn’t say anything. He knows she’s not apologizing to him, but someone not in their presence. He doesn’t push it. She’ll tell him when she’s ready, on her own time. He has guesses though. Clint had an older brother, and he knows what a protective but burnt-out older sibling looks like. He’s seen the way her eyes linger on certain little girls in public before snapping back, caught the way she had once brushed her fingers over a fabric doll with pink hair on a store shelf, heard the way she is able to understand children’s speech without any effort. She’s never mentioned a younger sibling before, but sometimes in her sleep, she mumbles a girl’s name, her hands clenched in fists as if trying to hold on to her.

He presses a kiss to her temple, a silent promise. He won’t push her- He doesn’t need to know exactly what happened. He knows how to support her and how to take care of her when she needs it and for now, that’s enough.

Years later, Natasha will press her forehead to an adult Yelena’s, both panting from the fight, Yelena upside down and laying in the wreckage of the red room. Dreykov is finally dead, by Yelena’s hand. Yelena cracks a joke, and Natasha smiles. They’ll never again be those little girls they once were, but they’ve finally found each other.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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Different but the Same (pt. 10)

Word count: ~6.3

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 10: A Seijoh Summer

“Hey!” The black shades were plucked from her face, causing her to blink at the sudden light. “Are you just going to lay here instead of hanging out with me?” Kyotani crouched down beside her, glaring at the Omega. She sighed, propping herself up on her hands. She had been leaning against Iwaizumi, who was napping, acting as his shade as she read a book.

“Iwa-chan! (Nickname)-chan! Come play with us.” Oikawa towered over the trio, casting shade on her face. Iwaizumi groaned, plucking the book away from his mate to cover his face. “We came here to hang out, not lounge around like potatoes!”

“We never get peace, do we, Haji?” The Omega giggled, elbowing her mate. He grunted in response, face still hidden in the book. She stood up, dusting the sand off. “What are we playing?” Oikawa pointed off the distance towards the other third-years. Mattsun and Makki were playing 2-on-2 with Kindaichi and Yahaba. Kumini was wading in the ocean along with Watari. She furrowed her brows. “I call playing with Hiro and Mattsu!” The Omega announced, sprinting off into the distance.

“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouted after her, sitting up as the book slid off his chest. He scowled as she high-fived the two third-years.

“There’s one more spot,” Oikawa teased. “Mine!” And he raced off. Iwaizumi cursed, jumping to his feet as he darted after his best friend. Kyotani growled at being left behind, and quickly ran after them both. Iwaizumi had always been faster than Oikawa and Kyotani, so it was no surprise that he managed to beat them to the court. Oikawa pouted before he joined Kindaichi’s and Yahaba’s side.

“I’m gonna beat you,” Kyotani challenged, as he stood in the middle blocker position, opposite from Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi smirked. “Good luck.”

After each set, they ended up switching players. One of the last games they played featured (Name), Oikawa, Kyotani, and Mattsun against Makki, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, and Kindaichi. “Chance ball!” (Name) shouted, holding her arms out to receive the ball.

“Mad-dog-chan!” Oikawa yelled, setting the ball to him. Kyotani spiked it, only for Iwaizumi to narrowly tap it.

“One touch!”

“Makki-san!” Kindaichi called, sending the ball that way.

“Iwaizumi!” Makki set the ball up high for the ace, only for Iwaizumi to send the ball flying towards his mate. With a startled yelp, she narrowly brought her arms up to block her face. Sand kicked up as she stumbled.

The ball bounced off her forearm, flying towards the net and fell to the ground. “Sorry!” She panted, bending over as she rested her arms on her knees. Redness dotted her forearms.

“You okay, babe?” Iwaizumi slid under the net, running to her side. She smiled at him, patting his face.

“I’m fine! I’m so glad I never have to play you,” she teased, standing up. She surveyed the group. “The sun will be setting soon. I’m gonna go get the fire started!”

“I’ll go with you,” Iwaizumi offered, but she waved him off.

“Stay and play.” By now, the other boys had stopped playing in the water and were sitting in the sand watching. She looked at them, waving Watari over. “Watari-kun can help me. Kumini-kun, can you sub in for me?” Kumini made a face, before standing up and making his way to Oikawa’s side. Mattsun and Iwaizumi switched.

“What are we doing?” Watari asked as he walked beside the Omega.

“I wanna get the fire going for the bonfire,” she smiled at him, patting his head. As they made their way back to their stuff, she talked to him about school and asked how he liked being a part of the pack. By the time the boys had made it back, the fire was already stoked, logs had been pulled over to make artificial benches, and (Name) and Watari were digging into some meat that they grilled beside the fire.

“Hey! I didn’t know we brought this,” Mattsun grinned, plopping down beside the grill as he eyed the meat.

“You know (Name)-chan wouldn’t let us go hungry,” Oikawa grinned.

Iwaizumi leaned down beside her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You really do too much for this pack,” he murmured, rubbing his nose into her hair. A pleasant hum was given in response as the strawberry scent clung to his nose. She affectionately patted his arm with her left hand as she tended to the meat with her right. There were already trays of cooked meat out, so the boys made quick work of it.

“There are rice-balls in the cooler over there,” she gestured with the tongs. “And the cooler-bag beside that one has drinks.”

Brown eyes gleamed at her. “You shouldn’t have brought us alcohol, (Name)-chan!”

She threw her empty bottle at him, shooting the captain a disgruntled look. “Don’t be stupid, Oiks. I’m not going to promote underaged drinking here.”

“But the third-years are already 18!” Makki complained, sitting down at the log opposite from her.

“There are still underaged kids here, and this is a team excursion,” she reprimanded, (e/c) eyes hardening. “You four are more than welcome to drink in the comfort of your own homes, but not at team gatherings.”

“Ugh, she’s stricter than Iwa-chan,” Oikawa muttered, only to be nailed in the head by his best friend.

“Someone has to be responsible,” the Omega retorted, clicking the tongs at him threateningly. Iwaizumi sat down to the side of his mate, his legs encasing hers as her back met his chest. An arm was loosely slung around her waist. Besides them, on (Name)’s other side, was Kyotani watching the fire. Across from them, Oikawa sat with Makki and Mattsun. The third bench held Watari, Kindaichi, and Kumini. Though all faces looked tired, they all looked cheerful as they idly chatted about random topics.

“Thanks for planning this,” Iwaizumi whispered into her ear, the warm ear blowing the loose strands apart. She pulled the last of the meat off, snuffing the fire out as she did so.

(Name) hummed in response. “You guys have been working so hard. You definitely deserve it.” The Aoba Johsai volleyball club had just finished their week-long summer training camp, and as a reward, she and Watari had planned this beach trip. It was tradition for them to have a bonfire after each training camp, regardless of the weather. They sat in silence as they enjoyed the company. Oikawa’s bluetooth speakers blew as some pop songs came on. The boys were all joking, shoving at one another to compete for the last pieces of meat. Mattsun and Kyotani had an arm-wrestling match for the last rice-ball only for Kindaichi to end up eating it because he didn’t know what was going on. “We have marshmallows and stuff if you guys wanna make s’mores!”

That ended up being a disaster - which, to be fair, they should have expected. Oikawa ended up being overly excited about roasting his marshmallow that he ended up putting his fingers too close to the flames and dropped his skewer. Kyotani had laughed so much that he didn’t notice his own marshmallow falling off into the flames until it was too late. When Oikawa laughed at Kyotani, the younger Alpha began pelting Oikawa with marshmallows, nailing him right between his eyes. The other third-years were about to join in on the food fight when they were stopped by a fierce glare from (Name). At that point, the Omega just shook her head and confiscated the marshmallows, roasting them for the rowdy boys. “We can’t take you guys anywhere,” Iwaizumi grumbled, holding two skewers into the flames as he helped his mate put the s’mores together.

Soon, the flames began dying down as the night got darker. “Hiro, Mattsu, do you mind going to get the van ready? Haji, Kyo, can you throw the coals out of the grill? There’s a bag there for that.” (Name) asked, pointing at all the tasks that needed to be done. Kindaichi sneezed, pulling his sweater tightly to himself. The Omega pulled out a blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. She surveyed the scene, tapping her chin lightly. “You can go with Makki and Mattsun,” (Name) smiled. “Actually, if you’re already finished packing your stuff, feel free to head back first!” A majority of the things had already been placed into the trash-bags that they had brought so there wasn’t much left to clean-up other than the bonfire and the grill. The first and second years headed back to the van first with their senpais, Oikawa eagerly leading the pack as they carried away; the captain hated the cold.

As she stood there, pulling her tote bag over her shoulders, she let out a sigh of relief. “You did good, baby.” A chaste kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her waist. Kyotani started walking back, carrying the grill with him. The Omega turned in Iwaizumi’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned in. Their lips met, and she shivered at the electricity that shot through her body. She would never get used to that. “God I love you.” He decorated her faces with kisses, causing her to let out a soft laugh.

“And I love you.” Warm lips pressed against his. “Always.”

“Hurry up lovebirds or we’re gonna leave you!” Mattsun shouted, and they looked up to see their friends waving their arms laughing at them.

“Race ya back!” The Omega winked, shoving the tote bag into his arms as she took off.

After a moment of confusion, he tore after her, slipping in the loose sand. “That’s cheating!” He snapped, easily catching up to her. With a loud squeal, he had her over his shoulder as he climbed the hill.

“Haji!” She screamed, playfully beating at his back. They arrived at the van, and most people were already loaded up.

“Here are the keys,” Mattsun handed them to Iwaizumi, who pocketed them. Mattsun climbed in, taking his seat next to Makki.

“Get out the front seat, Trashykawa,” Iwaizumi growled as he opened the door, abruptly yanking his best friend out.

“You’re so mean to me, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined before he sat next to Mattsun. “It’s not fair that (Name)-chan can sit in the front, she’s literally the smallest out of all of us!” Iwaizumi placed his mate into the front-seat, buckling her in and stealing a kiss despite the noises of disgust from his team-mates.

“You’re just jealous you haven’t found your mates yet,” (Name) teased, turning around and winking at them. Iwaizumi climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the van. Kindaichi, Watari, Yahaba, and Kyotani were squeezed into the back, though Kyotani looked annoyed at being pressed up against the others. Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa were in the middle row. She let out a happy chirp as she turned to face the front, her comforting scent filling the car. “Will you be okay to drive?” She asked, glancing at her mate. He hummed in response, one hand holding hers as he rubbed her knuckles. He faced forward, focusing on the road. “Let me know if you need me to switch off, okay?”

Iwaizumi chuckled, pulling her knuckles to his lips. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

The melody of gentle snores filled the car. “I love you,” she whispered looking out the window as the radio placed soft love songs.

“Love you too.”

“I love you too Iwa-chan, (Name)-chan!”

Mattsun elbowed the captain harshly for his comment, causing him to let out a soft whine of pain.

“Love you too, Oiks.” (Name) giggled, squeezing Iwaizumi’s hand. The scent and warmth of her mate, along with the sounds of their pack, filled her with comfort. He squeezed her hand as a low purr began in her chest. The steady drumming noise soothed her pack-mates who all slipped into various degrees of sleep.

*****

“Hey, are you ready yet?”

“Almost!” She called, readjusting the golden kanzashi.

Iwaizumi opens the door, poking his head in. The Alpha was wearing a navy blue yukata with a silver obi while the Omega was wearing her own navy blue yukata with light purple and white flowers. She was wearing a matching silver obi.

“Iwaizumi-kun.”

“Yes?” Iwaizumi straightened, meeting (Name)’s father’s gaze.

“We have a gift for you.” (Name)’s mother handed him a box. “Go change in the restroom and meet us in the living room.”

“Yes sir.” Iwaizumi bowed, taking the gift before disappearing into the restroom.

When he returned, he was greeted with the sight of his mate wearing a matching yukata while she chatted with her parents. “Oh perfect!” (Name)’s mother grinned. “I was hoping that it’d fit.”

“Thank you very much, (L.name)-san.” Iwaizumi bowed again, causing her mother to wave her hand.

“Nonsense, you’re a part of the family now, Iwaizumi-kun.”

“Let’s go to the festival, shall we?” (Name)’s father asked, clearing his throat.

As they left the apartment, Iwaizumi slid his fingers into his mate’s hand. “Your parents didn’t have to get me this.”

She chuckled, squeezing his hand. “What, you don’t like matching with me?”

He rolled his eyes, scratching at his neck awkwardly. “I feel bad.”

(Name) stopped slightly, tugging him back as their eyes met. His heart stuttered at the soft expression on her face. “Don’t. You’re my mate, and this is how they wanted to welcome you to the family, ok?”

Iwaizumi’s face cracked into a smile. “Ok.”

“Good! Now, let’s have fun at our very first festival together,” she chirped.

Iwaizumi let out a low whistle, eyes sparkling as he committed the look to his memory. “Damn, you are looking absolutely beautiful tonight. Whoever is your mate must be a lucky guy.”

(Name) giggled, fiddling with the hair-piece once more. “What can I say, my mate has excellent taste.”

Iwaizumi chuckles, coming to stand behind her to fix her obi before he wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face into her neck. “Do we have to go?”

“Do you remember what happened last time?” She chided, sinking into his warm embrace. “It took Oikawa forever to forgive us.”

He snorts in response. “Yeah, and he definitely took advantage of you. Remember how much milk-bread you ended up baking?”

She giggled, nodding. “C’mon, they’re probably waiting for us already.”

Iwaizumi sighed, nosing her scent gland. “Lemme just scent you real quick.” When the Omega had told him what had happened at the Tokyo festival, his blood had boiled. How dare those Alphas corner an Omega? Not to mention, Ushiwaka had to go in and save her. It had taken every bit of his self-control to admit that Ushijima had done him a favour by doing so, but the words and the idea still left a bitter taste in his mouth.

(Name) softly hummed, waiting patiently for Iwaizumi to finish scenting her before turning in his arms to scent him back. His eyes fluttered shut, taking in deep breaths to appreciate her scent. “I think we’re finally ready,” she teased, causing him to open his eyes.

“Hmm, I think I’m forgetting something.” He playfully tapped on his chin.

“What is it?”

“This.” He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat as she leaned into it, fingers playing with the folds of his yukata. “Alright, now I’m ready,” he said in a soft tone, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Me too,” she breathed. The couple remained still for a moment longer until Iwaizumi’s phone went off.

He growled, picking it up. “What?” The Omega giggled, hearing Oikawa’s voice on the other line. (Name) gently tugged Iwaizumi out of her apartment as they made their way down the street towards Seijoh. “We’re on the way, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed. “No, I’m not buying you food.” He laced his fingers in hers as the Omega scanned their surroundings. Other couples and families were making their way towards the festivities as well.

“Why not?!” Oikawa whined loudly.

“Because you can buy your own food, and I want to spoil (Name).” The named Omega flashed him a grin before looking back forward, watching with fondness as a mother and father swung their child in between them. Iwaizumi smirked slightly, squeezing her hand. “We’re almost there, we’ll see you soon, Stupidkawa.” Iwaizumi abruptly hung up, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “That idiot will be the death of me, I swear,” he muttered.

(Name) laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles. “Hopefully not before we’re officially mated.” He hummed, warmth sweeping over him. Her birthday was coming up soon. Iwaizumi couldn’t wait to finally have her as his and only his.

“There they are!” Makki called, waving at the couple. (Name) waved back, pulling Iwaizumi so that he moved faster.

“You guys took forever,” Oikawa groaned, pouting.

Iwaizumi smacked the Alpha over the head. “Yeah, well we’re here.”

“Is everyone else here yet?” (Name) asked, scanning the group.

Mattsun shook his head. “We’re just missing Kyotani. But I’m not sure he was coming. He never said if he was.”

(Name) pursed her lips slightly before shaking her head. “I’ll shoot him a text. Let’s just go ahead first, yeah?”

“(Name)-san!” Yahaba called, waving.

She turned, grinning as Kindaichi, Kumini, Yahaba, and Watari surrounded her. “We missed you so much!” Watari said, blinking innocently up at (Name).

“Will you go explore the festival with us?” Kindaichi asked, scratching at his neck awkwardly as he tried to look anywhere at the Omega. Kumini rolled his eyes as he noticed the redness that crept up Kindaichi’s neck.

“Of course, I’ve missed you guys so much.” (Name) said warmly, pulling them into a warm hug. The boys grinned at each other, holding the Omega tightly before pulling back. Watari and Yahaba grabbed onto her arms and led her towards the festival. She glanced over at Iwaizumi who was still chatting with the rest of the third-years. “Shall we head out?” She called to them. Warm brown eyes met hers as her mate gave her an affirmative nod.

The Seijioh pack made their way down the street as (Name) pulled out her phone to text Kyotani.

(Name): Hey Kyo! We’re missing you at the festival. Please feel free to come join us, even if you’ll be late. Hope to see you soon!

“Who are you texting, (Name)-san?” Yahaba peeked down at her phone.

“Just Kyotani,” she hummed before tucking her phone away into her sleeve. Looking up at the festival sign, she glanced at the mix of Alphas and Betas with her. “So, where are we headed first?”

“Ooh, I wanna look at the games!” Kindaichi’s eyes brightened.

“Food sounds really good though,” Watari mused, eyeing some teenagers with takoyaki.

“What if they run out of the good prizes though?” Yahaba argued, crossing his arms as he looked at the rest of the group.

“There were some food stalls near the games,” the Omega interjected. “So Watari-kun could get some food while the rest of you guys play the games.”

They all exchanged glances before nodding. “I forgot that you came here yesterday,” Kumini muttered as he fell in line with the Omega. The other three had already sprinted towards the games.

(Name) chuckled, nodding her head. “It’s been a tradition for Iwa and I to go early.”

“That looks good, doesn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked, pointing out a new booth. The Omega’s eyes brightened at the prospect.

“I’ve never heard of rolled ice cream at a festival,” (Name) mused, licking her lips.

Iwaizumi grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead as they stepped into line. She leaned into him, facing him with her arms around his waist as he ordered her favorite so that they could share. “What do you want to try after this?” He asked, glancing around to the other booths.

“I don’t mind what we try as long as it’s with you.”

Iwaizumi chuckled, feeding her a spoon of ice cream. “You’re lucky this only happens once a year. I can’t imagine how much sugar you’d consume if this happened more often.”

She shrugged, leaning up to kiss him. He shivered under her cold lips. “But you’d still indulge me!” (Name) looked over as a child ran past her. “Ooh! I think I want a custard taiyaki now.”

He rolled his eyes, scooping another spoonful of ice cream for himself only to have the Omega steal it. “Oi!”

“Love you Haji.” She grinned before tugging him towards the taiyaki booth.

He stopped, glancing over at the booth on the opposite end. (Name) turned back, tilting her head until she realised what he was looking at. “C’mon.” He handed her the ice cream before heading under the cover of the booth. Rough fingers gently carded through the choices, pulling out a white yukata with roses on it. “This one please.” Iwaizumi looked at the clerk.

As he left the store, (Name) peeked into the bag. “Y’know, you don’t have to get me a new yukata every year.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “Why don’t you just let me spoil you?”

“Will you buy me my taiyaki now?”

“Never mind, I don’t want to spoil you anymore.”

“Haji!”

“Don’t you get tired of going though?” Kumini asked, glancing over at the Omega.

“Not at all,” she replied as they watched Yahaba and Kindaichi playing a ball-toss game. She glanced over at Watari who had gone to the takoyaki stand across the aisle. “It’s always nice for us to go alone, but I really enjoy going with the pack too.” Kumini remained silent, just giving her a stiff nod in response. He personally didn’t particularly care for the festival, but he had missed (Name)’s presence and so he went.

In the corner of her eye, she spots the rest of the third-years playing the goldfish game. She shakes her head, amused as Iwaizumi yelled at Oikawa for bumping into him.

“(Name)-san, look!” Yahaba called, bringing her attention back to the second year. Watari had just come back and was standing beside Kumini, looking very happy with his purchase. Yahaba held up the succulent that he had won. “Here you go,” he grinned, handing it to the Omega.

“Aw, thank you, Yahaba-kun.” She took it while ruffling his head, causing him to stick out his chest in pride.

Kindaichi eyed them, determination flaring in his eyes. “I bet you I can win something better for (Name)-san!” He challenged.

“Bring it on, first-year,” Yahaba turned back to Kindaichi.

“Now, now, you guys don’t have to win anything for me,” the Omega interrupted, stepping between them. “I want you guys to have fun! I don’t need any of these things.”

“But-”

“No buts!” she corrected, before shoo-ing them towards the rest of the games. “Now go play to your heart’s content.”

Kumini snorted, watching as his team-mates sprinted off towards the next game, which was the balloon popping game. The Omega flashed him a grin, waiting for Watari and Kumini before they trailed after the two boys.

“Is that (Name)-san?” At the sound of her name, she turned to see some familiar faces. “It is!” Goshiki grinned, sprinting towards her. “Hi (Name)-san!”

“Hello, Goshiki-kun.” Kumini and Watari turned, eyeing the males who had interrupted as the Omega stepped forward slightly. “Hi Shirabu-kun, Taichi-kun!”

“Hello (Name)-san.” Shirabu replied, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Hello!” Taichi offered the girl a smile.

Shirabu eyed her company. “I’m guessing you’re here with Aoba Johsai?” He asked haughtily, his eyes flickering.

(Name) ignored the malice that was laced in his voice as she nodded. “Yep! Gotta spend time with my pack,” she grinned.

“(Name)-san!” The Omega turned back as Kindaichi and Yahaba approached them. Yahaba’s lips were pursed as Kindaichi sported a massive Vulpix plushie. “Look what I won for you!” Kindaichi grinned, holding it out.

“Wow, thanks Kindaichi-kun!” (Name) smiled, ruffling his hair and taking it. “I’m going to run out of arms soon,” she teased the two. Behind her, Goshiki was glaring at the first year. How could a Beta win her prizes when Goshiki himself couldn’t win her anything?

Taichi, sensing the heavy tension that was building, cleared his throat. “Anyways, we’ll see you at practice, (Name)-san.”

“Oh! Right, bye boys! Take care of yourselves okay?” (Name) smiled, waving at them as Taichi dragged Shirabu and Goshiki off into the opposite direction.

“Was that Shiratorizawa?” Yahaba asked, eyes narrowing. Out of the group, he was the only Alpha. Kumini and Kindaich were Betas whereas Watari was an Omega.

“Yep.” Kumini replied blankly, sending a text to the team group-chat.

“Never mind them,” Watari interjected. “They’re leaving, let’s go back to having fun, ok?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” She encouraged them to try more games. As Kindaichi and Kumini went off to check out one of the booths, she exchanged looks with Yahaba and Watari. They were the only ones who could smell the bitter tang of jealousy from the other boys. They both decided to stick close to the Omega this time, keeping an eye out for other members of that pack. Kumini sighed, hoping that there wouldn’t be any more unnecessary drama.

*****

“Look who finally made it,” Mattsun teased from his position against a tree. “We’ve been waiting forever for you.”

“It’s been like three minutes since I got your text, Mattsu,” the Omega dead-panned, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the rest of the group. “You guys go off and get whatever you’d like. Iwaizumi and I will set up while we wait for you.”

“Thanks (Name)-san!” Kindaichi dipped his head to the Omega before dragging Kumini away.

“Oi, wait up!” Watari protested, as he and Yahaba followed the eager first-year towards the food stands.

“Alright, we’re out,” Makki added, giving them a two-finger salute before he dragged Mattsun away as well. Oikawa hadn’t joined them and was preoccupied flirting with some Omegas in the distance.

“How were they?” Iwaizumi asked, looking at his mate as he put down the bag of blankets.

(Name) hummed as she withdrew one of the blankets, laying it out. It was tradition for the pack to claim this spot. Iwaizumi and the Omega would set-up the picnic area so that they could watch the fireworks together as a group while the rest did whatever they’d like. “Pretty good,” she said finally, smoothing out the fabric.

Iwaizumi glanced at the plushie and succulent. “Did they win that for ya?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes, nodding. “I told them I didn’t want it, but Yahaba and Kindaichi got into a competition about who could win me the best thing.”

“Lemme guess, Kindaichi won the plush?”

“Yep!”

Iwaizumi chuckled. They both worked in peace, unfolding another blanket until they’d set-up four blankets in the area. The Alpha plopped down, tugging his mate down to sit beside him. She was facing the festival while Iwaizumi was overlooking the hill. He carefully laid her so that her back on his lap as he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Did you have fun?” He asked softly.

A pensive expression filled her face. “Yeah, I really missed them.”

“They’ve missed you too,” Iwaizumi admitted, glancing up at the sky. They both stared at the stars, hearing Oikawa’s voice pointing out and naming the various constellations in the back of their minds.

“Is that right?”

He hummed, a finger lightly stroking her cheek. “They always ask about you, every week. They look forward to Wednesdays ‘cause they know that’s when they’ll be able to see you.” Iwaizumi chuckled, looking down at his mate and adjusting the hair-piece.

“Alright, ten more receive drills and then you guys could take a break!” Oikawa clapped his hands, surveying his team-mates. They were all on-edge, continuously glancing at the door in anticipation. Kyotani froze, tilting his head to sniff the air before throwing the ball away. Oikawa opened his mouth to protest, only for Kyotani to sprint towards the door. The other team members exchanged glances until Yahaba’s eyes widened. He too ran towards the door as Kyotani threw it open. The third years glanced at each other, amused at their underclassmen’s antics.

A yelp echoed around the room as Kyotani threw himself at the Omega, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “Kyo!” She laughed, “how did you know?”

“Smelled ya.” He grunted as Yahaba joined him. Kyotani glared at the second year setter before huffing and allowing him to hug her as well. Excitedly, the rest of the underclassmen exchanged looks - making a move to head towards the Omega while they ignored the captain who was desperately trying to restrain himself from running to (Name) and hugging her as well.

“Oi!” Iwaizumi called, amusement flickering in his eyes. “We’re in the middle of practice. You can say your ‘hellos’ during the break.”

Kindaichi exchanged a look with Kumini before reluctantly dragging his feet back to the court. As soon as they’d finished their drills, they immediately sought out and surrounded the Omega once more - each clambering for attention.

“Man, they really missed her, huh?” Mattsun commented, beady eyes surveying the crowd.

“It’s not like they see her every weekend like us.” Makki glanced at Iwaizumi. “Or every day like Iwa.”

They chuckled as they watched Oikawa weasel his way into the center of the mass, attaching himself to the Omega as he vyed for her attention. Even though there were other Omegas present, the atmosphere had lightened significantly when (Name) had walked in. Iwaizumi shook his head slightly, a bittersweet taste in his mouth. If only she had gone to Seijoh instead of Shiratorizawa.

“Omega-chan!” They heard someone sing.

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly as a familiar scent washed over them.

“Tendou?” The Omega’s eyes widened as she sat up, her heart-rate spiking in alarm as she glanced at her mate. Tendou and Semi had approached. The red-head was hovering over her, pulling her onto her feet as he attempted to pull her into a hug.

“Oi!” Semi scowled, putting his arm out to stop the other Alpha. “Sorry, Iwaizumi.” Apologetic brown eyes met darkened brown eyes. Iwaizumi gave him a stiff nod.

“Semi.”

“Ooh, are you here with your mate then?” Tendou asked, pouting slightly as he turned back to (Name). “Is this why you wouldn’t win me more prizes?”

As the Omega launched into a calm explanation on how she had plans and that she had already told them that she wouldn’t go with Tendou just for the sake of winning prizes, another scent joined the fray. This time, Iwaizumi struggled to suppress his urges, his fists clenching and unclenching as brown eyes turned black. “Ushijima.”

“Iwaizumi.”

Besides them, the playful argument got more and more heated as the Omega started ranting about how she never saw her pack anymore because she’s always with Shiratorizawa. A wave of satisfaction coursed through Iwaizumi at her words.

The two Alphas stared at each other, sizing up his rival. In the corner of his eyes, Ushijima noticed a familiar golden hair-piece, causing his own satisfaction to peak. Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed, wondering what could possibly be making Ushijima feel satisfied when a bitter mint scent greeted them. “Ushijima. Leave my pack-mates alone.”

The Seijoh pack members glanced up to see Oikawa standing there. He had his arms crossed, his eyes and voice cold as he stared challengingly at Ushijima. The other third-years were there as well, arms laden with boxes of food. Behind him, Kyotani had made his appearances, knuckles white as he clenched his jaw. The youngest Alpha glared at Ushijima, his scent bitter and sharp to their noses.

Ushijima took a deep, steadying breath before glancing at Tendou and Semi. “Come, let’s go find the rest of the pack.”

“Fineee,” Tendou said, before moving to pat the Omega’s head.

Warning growls were issued from the Seijoh pack-members, causing Semi’s hand to catch Tendou’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s go.” Semi waved apologetically to (Name) and Iwaizumi once more. “I’ll see you later, (Name).”

Oikawa’s brown eyes followed them, sneering as they disappeared into the crowd. Kyotani snarled at them as they brushed past him, causing Semi to flinch slightly. “Good riddance,” Oikawa muttered before turning back to his best friend and the Omega. “Are you alright, (Nickname)-chan?”

She nodded, relieved that a fight hadn’t just broken out.

Iwaizumi plopped back down, yanking the Omega down and twisting her so that she was seated between his legs. He leaned forward, scenting her. Mattsun and Makki exchanged small glances before settling themselves on Iwaizumi’s left side. Mattsun leaned against Makki’s chest, swinging his legs onto the Omega’s as he placed their food onto his lap. “Got you guys some food,” he offered, giving (Name) a soft smile. Kyotani plopped down in front of Oikawa, laying against the Omega’s legs possessively.

Iwaizumi grunted, eyes slowly lightening as he continued to scent her.

“Thanks Mattsu, you guys are so sweet,” the Omega smiled at them, her heart rate just settling. Oikawa plopped himself down on Iwaizumi’s right side, pulling out a jar of konpeito and plopping those onto (Name)’s lap. “Oooh, Oiks! You didn’t have to,” she squealed, leaning out of Iwaizumi’s grip to hug Oikawa.

He shrugged, puffing out his chest slightly. “Anything for my favorite Omega,” he winked at her as she released him. Iwaizumi fixed him with a hard stare, causing Oikawa to swallow. “Oh, look! There’s the rest of the pack.” He stood again, waving the others over.

As the rest settled onto the mess of blankets that Iwaizumi and (Name) had spread out, (Name) leaned deeper into her mate’s chest. One of her hands scratched at Kyotani’s head. “I love you,” she whispered, peeking up at his tense face. She reached up, smoothing out his forehead. “If you keep doing that, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” she teased. In the corner of her eye, she could see Oikawa wanting to make a comment, but after scenting the air and sensing the residual bitterness from Iwaizumi, it appeared that he thought better of it.

“I love you too,” Iwaizumi muttered finally.

(Name) leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re the only Alpha for me, promise.”

He let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning her face as he forced his muscles to relax. “Yeah, I know.” Loud explosions filled the warm night air, redirecting most people’s attention to the sky. Instead, Iwaizumi just leaned down, capturing her lips. “I love you so much,” he mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too.”

Bonus

“Is this how we do it?” Kindaichi asked, looking down at the ball in his hand frowning.

The Omega glanced over from her work. She had been measuring out ingredients for the marinade. “Try wetting your hands a bit, Kindaichi-kun. It’ll prevent the rice from sticking to you.” She looked over at the ball in Watari’s hands. “That’s looking really good Watari-kun!”

“Thank you (Name)-san!” He grinned, carefully adding the seaweed to make a cute face.

“What type of filling should I use, (Name)-san?” Kumini asked, eyeing all the various containers out.

“Anything you’d like! These are for you guys, remember?” She grinned, before turning back to her own.

“Well, what type of filling do you like?” Watari asked.

She paused, blinking. It had been a really long time since she thought about it. “Salmon or egg has to be my favorite.”

Needless to say, a majority of the onigiri made that day ended up being salmon and egg.

*****

[Kumini]: Shiratorizawa is here

[Capt. Oikawa]: Why tf are they here?

[Mattsun]: You can’t gate-keep a festival Oikawa. Did something happen, Kumini?

[Yahaba]: That first year wanna-be and the two second years went up to (Name)-san earlier while she was with us

[Makki]: No Ushijima?

[Kumini]: Not with them at least

[Iwaizumi]: Don’t let her out of your sights.

[Yahaba]: Yes sir

[Capt. Oikawa]: how come you guys never call ME sir?

[Mattsun]: they’d have to respect you first

“I’m literally Captain! Why don’t they respect me?” Oikawa whined, crossing his arms.

“Because you do shit like that, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. The third-years had stopped playing games and were heading towards their picnic area.

“Ooh Kageyama!” A body ran into Iwaizumi causing the entire group to stop.

“Karasuno,” Oikawa growled, glaring at Kageyama who appeared suddenly.

“S-Seijoh!” Hinata stuttered, stepping back and falling into Kageyama.

“You better be training hard,” Iwaizumi commented, brushing off his yukata.

“No matter how hard you train, we’ll beat you at the Spring Tournament,” Oikawa snapped, pointing at his rival.

“C’mon, let’s go before (Nickname)-chan gets there,” Makki intervened, grabbing Oikawa’s collar and dragging him back on track only for the Captain to get distracted by his fan-girls.

Hinata shivered, looking over at Kageyama who had his arms crossed and a dark expression on his face. “They’re intimidating.” Turning to look for the rest of his team, he ran into a hard chest. Looking up, Hinata almost screeched.

“Hinata Shoyo. Kageyama Tobio.” Ushijima looked unimpressed at the two underclassmen. “Enjoy yourself. You’ll have more time for fun after we beat you at the Spring Tournament.” After this, Ushijima made his way towards Tendou and Semi who were checking out a food stand.

“We’ll beat them!” Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed, determination coursing through him.

“Get better first and then you can make threats.”

“So mean Kageyama!”

Fun Facts

💟 Kyotani and Omega were very close - which wasn’t a surprise to most of the pack considering how approachable (Name) is

💟 Omegas in Seijoh were in charge of planning fun activities like the beach outing

💟 Watari and the first years were extremely happy to spend quality time with her while they were cooking and learning how to make her special onigiris. The others were jealous when they found out, leading to (Name) promising to host more cooking sessions to placate them

💟 Iwaizumi had to step in when Kyotani threatened Kindaichi for eating the rice-ball

💟 The first years were a little sad that (Name) didn’t have a nickname for them, though they’d never tell her that.

💟 Yahaba had a tradition of getting (Name) succulents. Her bedroom had a shelf dedicated to them

💟 Since meeting, Iwaizumi and (Name) had a tradition of going to festivals together. They’d go for one day alone, and then the next night with the rest of Seijoh. One time, they’d skipped the Seijoh outing. The other third-years ignored them for over a week until they hosted a sleepover and gave each individual apologies

💟 Whenever (Name) says “her pack”, she’s almost always referring to Aoba Johsai - a fact that isn’t missed by the Shiratorizawa pack members, which makes the underclassmen a little upset

💟 Kyotani has the best sense of smell out of Seijoh

💟 Tendou had known that Iwaizumi was there, but he wanted to provoke both him and Ushijima into action

💟 Iwaizumi didn’t know that Ushijima had been the one to buy her the hair-piece

💟 The only reason why Iwaizumi didn’t start a fight was because he knew that (Name) would be upset with him. Oikawa also wanted to start a fight, but decided not to ruin the mood. Kyotani on the other hand only stopped because Iwaizumi glared at him

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Hot Melted Chocolate

Haikyuu - Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya, Tetsuro Kuroo and Koutarou Bokuto.

Genre ~ NSFW kinda!

Word Count - 2.1k

This was a legit question I was asked at the weekend from my best friends boyfriend and she wouldn’t answer him so he asked me. I felt it would be funny to make it that the Haikyuu boys ask there S/O.

Posted 22/07/20

~ Toru Oikawa ~

The practice had been cancelled last minute, by last-minute, literally, the whole team was stood in the gym staring where the coach had just flown out the door yelling an apology and something about his daughter and a grandchild over his shoulder.

(Y/N) started to giggle, being the captain's girlfriend she went to most of his practices, and they always seemed to turn up with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, and her's was around his waist. "Animal Crossing anyone?"

This had become a common habit for the Seijoh team, ever since Animal Crossing New Horizon came out, (Y/N) had got it and then talked Oikawa into getting it, which didn't take long one flutter of her eyelashes and he was putty in her hands. Which in turn cause Oikawa, to convince Iwaizumi and the rest of the team to get it now, Mad dog straight out refused to get it.

Now everyone was lounging around the gym, playing Animal Crossing, everyone visiting each other islands, going fishing or doing some decorating. Oikawa had his head resting in (Y/N) lap as she leant against the wall. The room was silent apart from the odd, quiet cheering - Yes!

"Baby girl?"

"Yea pretty boy?"

"What does it feel like to get cummed in?" Everyone's heads flicked up from the switches to stare at Oikawa, their faces held the look of you did not just ask your girlfriend that. The fact that (Y/N) didn't even bat an eyelid at her boyfriend comment, they just guess that she was used to the shit he spews. Iwaizumi was furious at his best friend, looking like he was about to hit or launch his own switch at Oikawa in response to the question he just asked.

"Remember that time we had those shot of hot melted chocolate?" She was actually giving him a response. Not once had the couples eye's moved from their screen as they spoke.

"Yea,"

"Just like that and it's the same for when you swallow it too."

"Thanks, babe."

"Anytime" Leaning down she planted a kiss on his forehead before returning to running along the beach looking for sharks.

Everyone's jaw dropped, they thought that (Y/N) was a sweet and innocent girl they were not expecting that to come out of her mouth.

"Oh god, there's two of them?" Iwaizumi gaped as he stared at them, he had never heard the girl even make a dirty joke. "I didn't realise that they were as bad as each other."

"They are really perfect for each other." Maki and Matsun mumbled at the same time. The poor first years were still staring in shock at the pair of them.

~ Atsumu Miya ~

It was one of those lazy days that Atsumu and (Y/N) just enjoying relaxing in the park, both of them sprawled out on the picnic blanket, Atsumu was led on, his back with his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face with (Y/N) snuggled into his side, her head on his chest, legs tangled with his with a book in hand. They had were joined by Osamu, Ginjima and Kosaku, those three were having a bit of kick about.

"Hey, gorgeous?" humming in response, her eyes never leaving the page, she felt him start to play with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his fingers.

"What does it feel like to be cummed in?"

"You seriously did not just ask her that! You are such a pig." Atsumu's eye's flickered open behind his sunglass at the sound of his twin brother voice who was hovering over the couple with their two friends. "I honestly do not see what you see in him (Y/N)."

"Don't feel like you have to answer him (Y/N)." Ginjima told her, with a worried look on his face, he was shocked at the fact she hadn't made a move to hit her boyfriend with her book, typically when he made inappropriate comments, she would either glare at him or slap him on the upside of his head." It's kinda like taking a shot of melted chocolate, while it's still warm. And yes before you ask it is also like that when I swallow it too, but yours is salty." She replied nonchalantly, her eyesight still not breaking away from the book.

"Never mind, I now see why you're together," Osamu said as he walked away with the other two boys shaking their heads, that was more information than they need to know about their setter and his girlfriend's sex life. (Y/N) and Atsumu laughed as they watched their friends walk away with grossed out faces.

"Can you grab us a drink too, please!" Atsumu called after as he noticed there were walking towards small boat shed looking cafe.

"No, if you two disgusting freaks want one, you can get your own," Kosaku yelled back.

"Their reaction was priceless. Thank's baby." Atsumu planned a kiss on her head, before laying back down again and closing his eyes.

~ Tetsuro Kuroo ~

The rain was pouring down, while Kuroo, (Y/N) and Kenma, were all in the library finishing off their homework for the week. Well more like Kuroo and (Y/N) were Kenma was sat playing one of his many video games. It was dead silent apart from the tapping of buttons coming from Kenma and the odd exchanging of comparing answers or questions between the couple with the sound of ones scratching against paper.

Grabbing her carton of orange juice, (Y/N) stabbing the straw in through the foil before, placing it in a convenient place so she could sip it without the need for much movement or distraction from her homework. Going back to the math problem in front of her. Kuroo, on the other hand, had decided he was dying to cause some mischief and to get a reaction out of his best friend who was far too engrossed in his game and he decided that while he was at it, he would throw his girlfriend into the mix as well.

"Kitten?"

"yea?" Leaning forward to take a sip of orange juice.

"What does it feel like when I cum in you?" Which of course instantly caused (Y/N) to chock on the liquid, patting her chest as she coughed and sputtered while Kuroo helped while rubbing her back and Kenma eyes to flick in the direction of best friend with an eyebrow raised that read really?

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" (Y/N) asked double checking she had heard him right as a blush forming over her cheeks, as she turned to look at Kuroo.

"What does it feel like when I cum in you? And while we are at how does, it tastes and feels when you swallow my cum too?" He had the most serious look on his face, but she could see the mischief swirling around in his eyes.

She was going to kill him, it's not like she wasn't used to these question, he often asked them as random times catching her off guard, and it was usually when it was just the two of them, and she was more than happy to answer his questions.

"So?"

"You seriously want me to answer that with your best friend sat in front of us?" Kenma's eyes were flicking between the couple, watching them, he knew Kuroo did this on purpose, and the glare in (Y/N) eyes made him chuckle.

"Dead serious kitten." Kuroo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, the prominent smug smirk on his face.

"Fine." (Y/N) grumbled, leaning back in her own chair picking up her carton of orange juice.

"You know, it is like when you have hot melted chocolate? In both sense of you cumming in me and when I sallow it. Taste-wise it's kinda a mix between salty and sweet since you've started eating more pineapple." She replied sipping her orange juice to attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Kenma's jaw drop he was not expecting (Y/N) to actually answer the question. Kuroo had caught the look on Kenma's face causing him to be smugger than before while his girlfriend's blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck she could not believe that she had just said that in front of Kenma.

"I love you." Kuroo chuckles as he placed a kiss on her lips.

~ Koutarou Bokuto ~

It was the summer training camp and (Y/N) being one of the managers for the Fukurodani team, was watching her owl-like boyfriend train with Hinata from Karsuno, teaching him how to do feints, she thought it was cute how much Hinata admires her boyfriend, and it was giving the boy an ego boost not that he really needed one. Akaashi had been setting up set's for the boys, and they were also joined by Kuroo, Lev and Tsukishima as the practised blocks. (Y/N) didn't catch the look Kuroo and Bokuto had shared then glanced her way.

Kuroo had mentioned to his other best friend what he had asked his girlfriend in the library last week and was dying to see the reaction that Bokuto would get out of his girlfriend.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Little bird?"

"What's up Kou?" She grinned at the nickname he had to bestow upon her when they first started dating.

"I have a question for you," She smiled brightly at him and nodded at him really not expecting what comes next. "Sooooo, you know when we have sex-" her smile drop and her eyes changing warning him to stop "- what does it feel like when I cum in you?"

He didn't even have time to react at the ball flying his direction, hitting him square in the chest, his girlfriend was an ex-volleyball player, and she still had one powerful and quick-serve with damn good aim. Kuroo was in absolute stitches bending over holding his stomach, akaashi, had a slight smile on knowing damn well his captain deserved that, Tsukkishima covered his mouth to stop the laughter coming out of his mouth and pour little Hinata and, well not so little, Lev, were confused.

"To answer your question, like hot melted chocolate and before you ask, I know what you are going to ask next. Yes, it feels the same that way, and it's salty."

She glared at her boyfriend, (Y/N) also knew if she didn't answer him now, he would keep nagging her till she did. Everyone looked impressed with the fact that the girl actually answered but pour Hinata looked even more lost, you could see the cogs turn in his head as he tried to work out what she meant by hot melted chocolate and salty. (Y/N) walked out the gym, calling behind her she expects Bokuto to clear up by himself after that little stunt and if anyone helped him, she would have them running drills.

~ EXTRA ~

Back in Karasuno, the team was training after the week at the summer camp in Tokyo. Suga's girlfriend, Kyoko and Yachi had come up to the school to bring them some lunch and snacks as the boys had been training hard all day.

"Hey, guys! Lunch is here! There are rice boxes for everyone, then for pudding, there is some mix of fruits and melted chocolate!" (Y/N) waved the sealed container around containing the melted chocolate.

There were two screams from the other side of the room. Everyone's heads flicked at lighting fast speed, shocked that they didn't get whiplash at the speed, over by the net was Kageyama and Hinata hugging each other with fear on their faces. Tsukki put two and two together for why there are reacting like that causing him to crack up laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you two? Kyoko, Yachi and (Y/N) have been kind enough to bring us food, and you guys are acting like it's poisoned." Daichi glared at the two boys.

"Unclean!" Hinata yelled again, still look petrified as he pointed at the box of melted chocolate in (Y/N) hands.

"What is he on about?" Noya asked, confused before looking at Tsukki who was still laughing. "Tsukishima do you know what's going on?"

Nodding, Tsukki wiped the tears away from his eyes. "Last week when we were playing with Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi and Lev. Bokuto asked his girlfriend what it felt like when he came in her, and she explained to have the feel of hot melted chocolate. Kuroo then proceeds to explain to Hinata after she had left and Hinata must have told the king." causing Tsukki to start laughing all over again.

"I'm going to kill Bokuto and Kuroo," Daichi complained rubbing his temples while he watched Tanaka and Noya join in with the laughter, the others clearly trying to keep it contained, Kyoko was attempting to help Yachi get over the shock and Suga appeared next to his own girlfriend and sending a cheeky look at (Y/N).

"Don't you dare. Don't you even think about it, Koshi Sugawara."

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emma-nation · 4 years ago

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Ticker Than Water - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: When Amy changes the course of the events at the Opera House, she could never imagine the consequences she would have to face. After being by Rheya’s side for five years, she’s finally ready to be reunited with her friends and find a manner to defeat her. But when the time comes, what will prevail? Her love for Kamilah Sayeed and her friends or her family ties with the First Vampire?

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

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4 years ago - Japan

The first signs of Winter started showing on the city outside. Kamilah wondered what she'd be doing if she was still living in New York. Working, perhaps. And also planning the next Dark Solstice.

The necklace. She didn't have time to retrieve it from the secret drawer in her office when they ran away. It would be her only memory from something that didn't exist anymore - her relationship with Amy.

"I did it," the penthouse door opened in a slam, making Lily completely lose focus on her video game or Jax stop sharpening his katana. Adrian seemed to be in ecstasy. "I... I managed to grow a seedling from the sample we obtained from the Tree Of Death. This could stop Rheya for good."

"How great," Jax replied with some sarcasm. The last few months turned him into a version of his late master, Takeshi. "And what about the others? Also, how long is it going to take?"

The others. Kamilah's stomach flipped. Amy was one of them, along with Rheya's husband and daughter. And she was so strong as the First Vampire herself.

"It's a start, Jax," Lily added. "It'll be easier to take her down once she becomes a Feral."

"Fine, but I'd like to do the honors."

"Kamilah?" Adrian approached, touching her shoulder briefly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes," Kamilah told. She was too invested in her own thoughts, reflecting about the part where she'd have to face Amy again. What if they had to kill her? Would she be able to do that? "We will wait. When the time comes, we'll fight again."

Lily suggested a celebration, Jax agreed and so did Adrian. Since their arrival, they barely left that penthouse. Except for the occasions where they attended Kano's training sessions. The psychic vampire taught them how to guard their minds from Rheya. And also Amy.

"You can go. I'll stay here."

"Come on, Kamilah," Lily started dragging her to the door. "You never say no to booze."

"I'm saying this time."

"Lily is right," Adrian said. "You are coming with us. It'll be a good distraction."

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "We must stick together. Remember?"

This manner, the three younger vampires managed to make Kamilah to go out for the first time in months. Still a little insecure about their safety, they decided to visit The Five's nightclub. In the end, it was not terrible. Jax and Akeyo engaged in a singing competition, while Lily attempted to copy The Evolved's robotic dance moves. The female vampire let out a small laugh.

"Finally," Aiko slowly approached her. "Acceptance is the last stage of grief."

"I guess so," Kamilah replied in a dry tone.

"She's not coming back. She made a choice."

"I know."

The reminder of that fact hit Kamilah's heart like applying salt in an open wound. One year had passed. Amy was still doing atrocities together with Rheya. She showed no signs of regret or mercy. Not even a trace of the old Amy still existed in her eyes. The powers had changed her completely.

"I need another shot," she ordered to the bartender. Then she looked at Aiko, who observed her with the same old and seductive smirk. "Two shots actually."

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A blow from one of the mythological creatures that surrounded Amy in the mindscape forest threw her hard against a tree. Though the fight was happening inside her mind, the pain felt extremely real, as if her skull had been fractured.

"Ouch..." she moaned in pain. "Can't... back... down..."

A fire blast started to form in the center of her palm. If she could maintain the focus, it should be enough to stop the creature that was about to strike again.

"Ha!" Amy released the fire ball, that disappeared mid-air. "Fuck!" She screamed, punching the floor repeatedly. Noticing her frustration, Kano pulled her back to reality.

"There's something wrong," he spoke in all his wisdom of a 500 years old man, in a 5 years old body.

"Not even when I'm mad - and trust me, I'm really mad - I can make this work."

"You won't be able to do this moved only by anger. You need focus and discipline."

"Kano," Amy squeezed the water bottle she held, "we've been training for hours. I can't conjure one decent blast. I'm focused, I'm doing all the meditation exercises you taught me... I just can't. Maybe she drained my powers while I slept."

"It's not that," Kano handed her another water bottle, that she drank all in one sip. "There's something blocking you from reaching your potential."

"What could it be?"

He forced her to face all the nastiest skeletons in her closet for a second time that day. Starting by the childhood trauma caused by her mother's behavior. Though Amy knew the reason behind her rage outbursts, the marks would always be there.

The child version of herself was drawing in the kitchen when her mother entered, completely disturbed.

"Mommy!" She called. "Look what I've made for you."

"Nice," the woman barely looked. She was too busy inspecting the cabinets for her painkillers. "Where are them?"

She swallowed a couple of pills and little Amy's heart filled with hope that her mother would finally be able to give her some attention and love.

"Can we play teacups now? I missed you. You spend the whole day in the bedroom."

"Can't you see it, Amy?" The woman yelled at the child. "I am sick! Why can you just respect me? Why can you just be quiet, huh?!"

As she slammed the bedroom door, the little sat down on the floor breaking into tears.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

"Nothing," adult Amy sighed at the scene. "You did nothing wrong."

Then they moved to the Opera House. What else could be there to be seen? Amy did both of her crucial decisions - the one where she decided to tempt the fate and avoid the death of one of her friends, becoming a monster in consequence. And the one where she took the dagger. That was the most painful to watch. She had already seen Lily dying in her arms, as Kamilah plunged a stake in her heart to prevent her from becoming a Feral. She also saw Jax, sacrificing himself to die as the warrior he was, not as a disgusting rotting creature.

This time though, it was Adrian who took the fall to save her life...

"Not her! Never her!"

"Adrian!" The past version of herself screamed, kneeling down on the floor near the male vampire. "W-Why did you do this? Y-You didn't have to..."

"Amy..." he clutched the injury in his abdomen. His skin was already acquiring a grey coloration. "I had to. I was the one to bring you to this world in first place. I swore to protect you."

"But..."

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've had a long and accomplished life. I made a lot of mistakes too and somehow I think this how I must pay for them. I... I'm ready to be reunited with Eleanor and Charles."

She glanced at the rest of the group. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably. Jax punched the wall in anger and denial. Kamilah was also kneeled by Adrian's side. She was trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"And Amy?" Adrian said, before handing her a stake. "Take care of Kamilah. She needs you."

"No!" Both versions of herself screamed at the same time, as Adrian forced her hand to stake his heart. She collapsed to the floor before they moved to the next memory.

She and Rheya were terrorizing some citizens in New York City. Those who still refused to bend to their orders and obey their every command.

"I condemn you to be my prisoners," Rheya smiled deviously, staring at the small group of people restrained inside a TV station. They secretly planned to leak information about the Apostolous family to other states, including their ability of controlling and manipulating minds. "You can be my servants after all. You could entertain me, feed me... or even fight for me."

Amy emerged from a door in the back. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was in a terrible mood, what lead her to slowly approach and start to snap the neck of each one of the victims. One by one.

"Foolish creature! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rheya asked, visibly annoyed. "I wasn't going to kill them yet, they could be useful to my purposes."

"Getting things done faster," Amy told. "I'm starving, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home and feed."

"Of course, you spent the whole night out with Serafine, going to clubs and using your psychic powers for recreational purposes. I told you I needed you in shape this morning. You disappoint me."

"I'm sorry, Rheya. You were going to kill them anyways. They're all useless insects, isn't it what you always say?"

"You're right," the First Vampire approached and touched her chest using her indicator finger. "But I give the orders here. We may have the same blood, the same powers powers but I'm in charge. Do you understand?"

Amy was back to the same mindscape as earlier, surrounded by creatures in a forest. She felt angry at herself, yet she accepted it. She embraced the fact she was weak to resist the darkness inside her. It was part of who she had became. And now she wanted to change and make things right.

"I can do this," she closed her eyes, focusing on conjuring a psychic wave strong enough to push the horde of monsters away from her. When she opened them, ready to hit them... nothing happened.

"What?!" She yelled, back at Kano's office. "This time I did it. I faced the Opera memory and how things should have went. I embraced the fact I did horrible things too."

"There must be something else. Something you're refusing to face and let go."

Amy had no idea what it could be. At Kano's suggestion, they ended the training session for the day and she went back to the hotel to rest and reflect on what could be blocking her powers. After a long bath, she stared at the bed. The same bed she and Kamilah shared an intimate moment in the previous night, before she told her about her engagement with Aiko.

She finally turned on her phone. Iola had been trying to reach her all day.

"You need to return home, immediately. She has lost her mind."

"What is it this time?" Amy asked, getting dressed to meet Lily at the penthouse she lived with the rest of the group.

"She wants to-"

"Amy?!" Rheya seemed to have taken the phone from her daughter's hands. "I wanted to speak to you, darling. Are you finished with The Five yet? I need you to come home."

"Why?"

"I've signed a contract with a TV channel. Next week they'll begin to film our own reality show: 'The Apostolous'. Isn't it wonderful?"

No. It wasn't. Together with her insane ancestor and her family, Amy would be locked in the mansion with Priya, Serafine and Dracula, while every detail their daily routine was registered by the cameras and shown on television to the whole world.

"Rheya..." Amy sighed, thinking of some excuse. "Why don't you wait a few more days? I mean, a party with your new allies would be a great start for the reality show. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," the First Vampire answered after a pause. "I don't know when you've gotten so smart, but you're having some good ideas lately. Anyways, I must start planning our party then. Talk to you later, darling."

Only a lot of alcohol could make Amy relax with all the latest news. When she arrived, Lily was still the only one in the penthouse. Jax, Adrian and Kamilah were doing some personal businesses.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Amy asked, taking a sip directly from the bottle of sake before aiming her next shot at the pool game.

"I was going to," Lily told, observing as she sank three balls in a row. "I couldn't imagine Kamilah would go straight to your bed in the very first night."

As Lily finished her own turn, Amy noticed she was about to win the game. However, she would never be able to make the right move with that one question bothering her mind.

"Does she love her? Aiko?"

"Do you want the honest truth? No, she doesn't. She only got in that sudden relationship with her to forget you. And if you ask me, I bet Aiko is forcing her to get married."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Amy's mouth. She still had a chance. With the right shot, she could win Kamilah's heart back.

"I win," she grinned as she cued the last ball into the pocket.

"Best of three?" Lily asked, after taking a sip of the sake. "So, now tell me about Rheya going all Kardashian."

Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to start talking about Rheya's reality show when the penthouse's door opened, making her heart speed up inside her chest.

"Oh," for her disappointment, it wasn't Kamilah. "Hey, Jax."

"Hello, Lily and..." he glared in her direction, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. "You."

"Jax, come here," Lily called, assuming some alcohol and games would be able to seal the peace between them. "Amy was about to tell me about Rheya's latest bullshit."

"Later, Lil. I gotta... I gotta take a shower. I was training with Akeyo all day."

As soon as he left to the bedroom, Amy sighed:

"He'll never forgive me."

Kamilah arrived right after she finished her sentence. She didn't say a word, she walked directly to the bar, serving herself some expensive whiskey.

"We're not allowed to bring visitors," she scolded Lily. "After five years you should know that."

"I asked Adrian first," Amy told in her defense. "He said I could..."

"Oh, Amy. Congratulations on your new show. It's all over the internet. You must be loving the attention, aren't you?"

"Thank you. By the way, for someone who doesn't care care you're way too updated about my life."

There was a heavy tension between them. Years of unresolved feelings and unsaid words were affecting the whole environment surrounding them, like an earthquake.

"I-I..." Noticing that, Lily started walking away too. "You two must have a lot to talk about. I'll be in my bedroom."

Amy still tried to prevent Lily from leaving, but it was useless. She was alone and under Kamilah's hard cold gaze.

"You shouldn't be here," the female vampire said once again.

"Why?" Amy decided to confront her. "My presence is bothering you?"

"Not really, but it put us at risk. She could come here any second searching for her spawn."

"She won't. Besides, I can fight her."

"Oh really? How's the training going by the way?"

"Good," Amy lied. "I'm... I'm finding myself. Finding a balance between my powers and the darkness they can bring."

As if she still could read her, Kamilah raised an eyebrow and opened a small sadistic smile. Was it so obvious she was failing miserably? Did Kano tell the others how poorly the training session had gone? She swallowed dry.

"About yesterday..." Amy opened her mouth to speak, changing the subject. She had to know how Kamilah felt about the other night.

"Nothing happened yesterday," Kamilah nodded.

Before she could speak again, Adrian emerged from the elevator.

"Amy, good to see you here," he wanted to show her something in a secret Raines Corporation HQ he had built. "Come with me."

She gave Kamilah one last look. It wasn't over. She wasn't going to give up and pretend nothing happened between them. She wasn't going to act like the feelings weren't still there, alive and strong as ever.

"What?" Adrian asked with a smile during their way to the building.

"Nothing," Amy smiled back. She had never been so happy to see him. That vision had struck her really hard. "I'm just glad you still trust me."

The building was highly secured. Adrian guided her to the laboratory in the basement. Some scientists were still working late night, on many different projects.

"Only a few people know about our secret weapon," Adrian told while he typed a password on a keypad, opening a heavy metal door. "Only us and The Five. After all, anyone else could have their minds accessed by Rheya."

After walking through a long corridor, they stopped in front of a glass. Behind it, Amy spotted a small growing tree.

"Is it..."

"The Tree Of Death. I managed to obtain a sample and grow a seedling from it. It's still small and young, its sap is not so poisonous. It won't cause much harm yet."

After Demetrius was brought back to life, the Tree Of Death and the island ceased to exist. With that, there was nothing that could stop Rheya. Until now.

"Adrian..." Amy remembered testing her powers, or when Rheya used to grow different plants and flowers in the backyard, according to the occasions. "I can make it grow faster with my powers."

#bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #rheya apostolous #bloodbound fanfiction #playchoices #choices stories you play #thicker than water

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ultimaterealmofchaos · 4 years ago

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what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon? [all your dr canons :3 ]

the source!! (accepting!!)

all of my dr canons???? holy shit here we go

starting with our favorite ultimate musician ibuki: first off???? we all know how i feel about ibuki. she’s my absolute favorite sdr2 character, and i’m about 99.9% sure she’s my favorite danganronpa character overall. but of course, i have a few criticisms. not about her specifically, i don’t think, i think she’s fine, but like... how the game handled her??? okay so i’ve seen a lot of criticism online about her (and this is probably my own fault for going to the danganronpa subreddit), saying that she’s annoying, she adds nothing to the story, there’s no reason for her existence, etc. and honestly that isn’t a problem that’s specific to ibuki. it’s made pretty clear if you really look at it that she only exists to end up dead, which i think is a real problem with the writing of the series overall. and since all my muses end up dead in some form here, that’s a common criticism that i’m going to point out right here right now and never again in this post. but ibuki herself suffers from that she’s incredibly surface-level with only a deeper side underneath if you choose to pursue it. and like. obviously i’m not asking for her to be the deepest character in the lore, that’s not what she is, and obviously she’s... not written to be the smartest character at all, but i wish they had done her a little differently, and not hidden all her insightfulness in free time events. because. she’s smart. she doesn’t see herself as smart, but she is. and i wish they’d shown that more. and honestly??? you are telling me that she is the ultimate musician, yet nobody in her class likes her music?! that many people in there and not a single soul actually likes it??? chunsoft you’re fuckin’ playing with me here and i don’t like it. come on. make up your damn minds. ffs.

also why’d she have to die that’s some bullshit. she was cool af and i’m still salt about it.

this is going to get long and ridiculous bc i have so many of them so i’m hiding the rest under a cut.

next up is sakura!!! i actually think sakura was done quite well, honestly. granted, it was the first game, so i don’t think any of us saw the twist with her coming, but it was done really well! and her eventual death definitely suited her character. i never thought she’d be one to kill anyone, and i was glad that i was proven right, even though i was really upset with her death (just like i was with just about every other one lmao). from a meta standpoint, i really like how they took the tough-girl-who-even-looks-”manly” thing and sorta turned it on its head a bit (like, i’m not going to lie, i legit thought she was a guy at first who just happened to be wearing a girl’s school uniform and i think just about everyone does). her relationship with hina that built over the course of the game was something that was needed for her, imo, as it helps us as players sort of humanize her a bit and not just see her as this massive devastating block of muscle. i like how they managed to portray that even if she’s stoic as fuck on the outside, she really cares about everyone in her class, and that’s just shown by her death itself. they even managed to convey a sort of degree of softness with her, as shown by her relationship with hina and how hina was just about the only one that wasn’t initially scared shitless of her. idk man dr1 really did its characterization really well for danganronpa and they never really got that right again, did they? it’s a shame, really.

next up is our favorite bitch. junko enoshima. dear. god. i love her so much, and i love to hate her so much. the way she acts, the way she uses mukuro for her own gain, the way she switches personalities on the drop of a hat, the way she pretty much thought all this shit up on her own (with mukuro as well i’m assuming but let’s be real here it was honestly all her)... she’s a fucking unapologetic bastard and we love her for it. honestly i always look forward to playing a danganronpa game i haven’t already played because i’m dying to see how they’re shoehorning her in. because. it’s not dr without her. i’m sorry. it’s just not. sometimes villains are villains just because. they don’t have to have a deep backstory as to why they’re the way they are, and junko is a wonderful example of that. i love her. i’m biased. i love her sm.

next is miu. oh, dear, sweet miu. she’s the fanservicey character who makes things sometimes. that’s it. there’s one of these in every game. and you know what? having a fanservicey character is fine. to me, anyway. you do you, guys. but honestly i find miu kind of insulting in a way. no, not because she’s vulgar as fuck; guys, i am vulgar as fuck, especially after having a couple drinks, okay, i can sympathize in a way with her. no, what i’m insulted by is that they had the audacity to make her the ultimate inventor, and then fuckin’ reduce her to swearing, sex jokes, and vulgarity. like. inventors are smart as fuck. ya kinda need to be in order to invent things, right? especially doing it as consistently as she does. i mean, fuck, she provided whole things for the plot, for fuck’s sake. and they still reduce her to a dumb blonde who’s obsessed with kiibo and sexual innuendos. come on. do better. let’s go. she can still keep her vulgar tendencies, just.... god, i don’t even know how to fix her, but i hate her characterization even though overall i still like her quite a lot. learn to write women, you fucks; how did you get it more right in dr1 than in v3. and we’re not gonna even talk about the canonical ending because i see that differently than most people and it has nothing to do with what i’m talking about, which is what we see in 95% of the game.

next: our favorite bug boy gonta. it should be no secret that i love gonta. i love him. so much. the only character that is second to my love for gonta is korekiyo. i love korekiyo so much too. but this isn’t about him. it’s about gonta. again, we are bending the trope of big-character-is-terrifying and i really appreciate that in gonta’s case. like with sakura. ahaha. what can i say, i’m really weak for that sort of thing, i guess. but he suffers from the same shallowness that miu and even ibuki does. they tried to give him some more depth, but i don’t think it really worked. and like. come on. a guy who was raised by wolves for years and doesn’t really know how to interact with people now being in a killing game with a bunch of them???? shit, there’s so much you can do with that!! but no. we didn’t go there. much like we didn’t go there for everyone who wasn’t shuichi, kaito, maki, or kokichi. (ok shuichi gets a pass but you know.) idk man it’s probably because i didn’t do everyone’s free time events because there’s literally no way to do so, but i’m kind of salty about how v3 just treated its characters. all of them have potential. it just wasn’t reached. at all. unless it was the main four. they all deserve better.

lastly, we have mikan. and boy. do i have a lot to say about mikan. so, going into this, i want to say that i am an abuse victim. there, it’s out in the open. so, knowing that... some stuff about her makes sense. especially when you consider that she, too, is an abuse victim. and others. just. do not. she deserved better. she deserved so much better. and what made me the most incensed about this is her goddamn anniversary outfit. they only saw and used mikan as fanservice. why would you use an abuse victim as fucking fanservice i’m gonna fuckin’ riot. like. she’s traumatized as fuck. her despair disease shit makes a lot of sense, don’t get me wrong. it’s suitable for her that things happened the way they did with that. but for fuck’s sake. “oh haha look at that mikan fell again, face down ass up that’s the way she likes to--” stop. she deserves better. i’m mad about it. it’s not funny. stop doing mikan so fuckin’ dirty, you assholes. i’m taking her and i’m making her better. so fuck you.

anyway that’s it :3 i’m sorry this turned out to be so long aslkdjfal. i hope i answered the question sufficiently enough :333

#ooc: it's! karla!#we're popular! ~ questions #munday answers #death mention tw #abuse mention tw #long post tw #willofcausality

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years ago

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Hey, could I send a request? Me and Arthur were told to go to Saint Denis by Dutch but my high bounty makes it hard to go through the streets. When a lawman starts walking down the alley we are in, Arthur's first idea was to make it look like there was 2 people making out so he didnt know who we were. Also could you maybe add some smut? Like we start just doing it in the alleyway. Thank you!!

Here you go, Anon! This one was kind of expiremental, but that’s what writing is for.

(I love his smile in this pic! Why is he so cute?)

Warnings: mentions of rape, smut

You’re nervous. How could you not be? Any moment, you could be arrested or shot. It helps to have the toughest gunslinger you know striding by your side, but still. He’s one man against an entire force of cops. You’re not worth him dying.

Dutch had demanded you and Arthur come to Saint Denis to stake out a job about a river boat with a high stakes poker game. Normally he would have sent Trelawney out to find out about it, but God knows where that man is. Since Arthur will be the lead in the job, Dutch sent him to go find out about the boat. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Dutch said Arthur might need someone to help. He looked over, saw you and volunteered your aid.

You haven’t been in Saint Denis in years. Not after that incident. It’s not just because your face is probably still plastered on every main street in the city. It’s all the bad memories. How you were marked as the criminal when it was you who was wronged.

Arthur must feel how tense you are as you walk beside him. He pats your shoulder. “You a’right? You seem nervous.”

“I am,” you say, your eyes darting all over the road. You asked him not to come down the main street of the city, but he said it was the quickest way to get to the rich end where information was likely to be for this job.

Down the road, you spot a cop standing by the hotel, his arms crossed. You stop in your tracks and Arthur walks a few feet ahead before he notices you’re not beside him anymore.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I can’t be seen by the cops, Arthur, I told you. I… I did something years ago and it was bad enough that I know they’ll all be gunning for me if they find out I’m here.”

“Damn it.” Arthur looks around, his mental gears turning. “A’right, come with me. We’ll take the alleys.”

He leads you down the nearest one. Luckily no one is there. There’s plenty of trash lining the walls, crates and barrels lining the backs of shops. A bony cat shoots out from behind one of them as you pass by.

“What did you do?” Arthur asks as you both walk.

You sigh. No one knows your story, not because you’re ashamed but because you hate reliving the memories. But this is Arthur. He’s your best friend (and crush). You’ve been able to tell him anything without fear of judgment.

“I used to live down here for a while, years ago,” you begin. “Just working jobs on my own. Anyways, I was coming down one of the alleyways following a lead and a cop followed me. I thought maybe he was onto me and I was gonna get busted, but I tried to play innocent. He caught me, but instead of arresting me, he… he assaulted me. I don’t think he even knew I was trying to rob some bastard.”

“Assaulted you?” Arthur says. “How… oh. Y/N, I’m sorry.” He stops and looks at you. You stop too and look up at him, feeling like you might cry.

“Me too. He didn’t get too far. I managed to pull out my gun and I shot him. Not well enough, he got up and ran away. He started screaming for the other officers, claiming he’d been trying to arrest me and I shot him. Of course, they all believed he was innocent and just doing his job, so they started trying to kill me. I fled, and I haven’t been back here since. I just know though that he told them all that I attacked him, that he did nothing wrong and now I’m labeled as a criminal who almost killed a cop. A criminal, yes, but I never killed anyone before then.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry,” Arthur says, his eyes soft. He puts a hand on your arm and before you can stop it, you’re hugging him. He wraps his arms around you and rests his cheek on your head.

Arthur is the only person you hug. What you’re doing now isn’t entirely unusual. You’ve spent so much time alone with him, you know you can trust him. It took a long time to get here, mostly because of what that cop did. Arthur proved he was honorable in that he’d never even think about doing something like that to you. It didn’t take long for you to get a crush on him either, and you’re pretty sure he has one on you too. You’ve been meaning to test it out, but just haven’t found the right opportunity.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself from his warm grasp. “Come on, we need to keep going,” you say, sniffing a bit. “The sooner we can get out of here, the better.”

His scent lingers in your nose as you continue on down the alleyway, the flavor of leather, pine and tobacco. He walks a step ahead of you so he can make sure the way is clear for you. You’re tempted to grab his hand, but you resist.

You approach an opening leading to the main street. Arthur looks down the way and suddenly grabs you, pushing you against the wall.

“What? Arthur, stop push-”

“Cop’s coming,” he hisses in your ear.

Your stomach plummets. “Arthur, if they find me, I’m-”

“I know. He’s too close, we can’t run, he’ll hear us. Let me think.”

He pauses for a moment and then looks at you. “Kiss me. I know a lot of couples come down here to smooch. He won’t think any different of us.”

Before you can point out you’re not a couple, he bends down and crashes his lips to yours. He’s hesitant at first, but when you wind your arms around his shoulders, brushing your fingers through his hair, he sighs and relaxes. He pushes you back against the wall, his hands still on the wall, trapping you.

You can hear the officer walking past and you angle your face so that Arthur’s head blocks you from his view. Arthur continues to kiss you. He’s really playing it up, his tongue traces your lips and his hands go to your hips, pressing your body to his. God, you wish he was doing this for real. If he’s this good when he’s pretending, he must be incredible when it’s on purpose. You hear, over the sounds of your breathing and smooching, the officer tut to himself.

“Hey you can’t be here,” he says, and you hear him take a step closer. You ramp up your kissing, making it even more fervent and loud. Arthur responds, hissing a bit when you bite his lower lip. The officer stops. “Eh, nevermind. Damn lovers, hotel ain’t too far.” He’s still muttering about the annoyances of the public indecencies of couples in love as he walks away.

When his footsteps fade, you stop kissing Arthur and pull away, but you swear he leans his head in closer as if he wants to continue.

“That was great acting on your part,” you say, a bit disappointed. His hands are still on your hips and he looks about as disappointed as you feel. Your bodies are still pressed together and you become suddenly aware of something hard pressing into your right hip. It’s coming from his pants. His eyes widen as he realizes what’s going on and you blush.

“Shit,” he says, taking a step back and turning away, his hands going to his pants and his brow furrowing. You bite your lip.

“Arthur, you weren’t pretending, were you?” you say.

He looks over at you, his cheeks pink. His face tells you that he wasn’t faking his pleasure. “Sorry, Y/N. Please don’t think I’m a predator or somethin’, or that I planned this.”

He looks back down, clearly thinking himself disgusting. You take a step closer to him.

“No, Arthur, I don’t find you creepy or predatory. If I’m being honest, I… I actually find it kind of thrilling.”

He looks at you in confusion. You smile, biting your lip and take another step towards him. “Can… can I see it?” you ask.

He straightens up a bit, raising his brow. Did you cross a line? Perhaps he really doesn’t feel for you that way. Just as you’re beginning to overthink things and try to come up with a way to apologize without sounding like a complete idiot, he turns his body to you and takes a step closer to you. He gently pushes you against the wall, one hand pinned next to your head.

“You sure?” he asks softly. You nod, your breath picking up. You lean up and kiss him in response. He smiles against your lips. “Okay then. I ain’t never done this in public before.”

“Me neither,” you admit. It’s kind of exciting though, except for the impending likelihood of another cop coming this way.

Before you can change your mind, Arthur’s free hand goes down to his pants and unbuttons them. He slips his hard length out and you stare at it unashamedly. He’s wide and longer than some men you’ve seen, but not long enough to be intimidating. A large single vein runs down his shaft, ending at his swollen head, dark pink in color with a bit of purple.

“Can I?” you ask, raising your hand to show you want to touch him. He smiles and leans in a bit closer.

“Only if I can return the favor,” he growls in your ear.

You shiver at the response but then grab him suddenly. He jumps a bit, but you’re gentle. You study his cock with your hand and then reach up to the top of his shirt with your other hand. You start unbuttoning it, wanting to see his chest. You’ve seen him shirtless once or twice when he was bathing during hunting trips, but you looked away quickly then, wanting to grant him privacy. Now you know he’ll let you see him.

You push away the fabric of his shirt, your other hand still on his cock and massaging him. He’s panting and you run your fingernails down his chest, stomach and wrap it around his length, both hands now working on him. As one hand pumps, the other gently traces the head, running over the slit.

“Oh God,” he groans, tilting his head back. His cock twitches in your hand, the slit glistening. His hands raise up and go to your hips and he starts kissing your neck. It’s your turn to groan as your hands continue to massage him. He’s close, you can feel it in the firmness of his length and by the twitching of his hips. You run the tip of your nose from his jaw down his neck and then give him a lick. You’ve always wanted to lick his neck. One hand leaves his cock and runs over his chest, gliding through his hair. You can feel his heart pounding.

He grunts suddenly and his cock jerks hard, his seed exploding from the tip. He makes sure to aim it at the ground. He gasps as the last of his stream leaves his length, the end dripping a bit.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he pants. You smile and kiss his collarbone. He wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to his body. His lips crash to yours; he’s holding you so tight he’s almost crushing you. Not that you mind. “Let me return that, darlin’.”

You nod, biting his lip again. Now your heart is pounding. He unbuttons your pants and slides a hand in. He groans again when he feels how soaked you are, but he’s gentle as he presses his fingers to you. You wrap a leg around his hips, giving him more room to work. He starts to rub your clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout your entire body.

“Ah, Arthur,” you moan. His hand on your back presses you closer, his lips meeting yours again. His hand moves from your clit to your entrance, a finger sliding in and then another. You hiss a bit as he begins to pump his fingers. You suddenly want his cock in you instead, you imagine he can stretch your walls exactly the way you need.

“Arthur,” you whine, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. “I want… I need…” As you pant against the movement of his hand, he chuckles. He slides his hand out of your slit, making you wince. Just as he’s about to reach for his semi-hard cock, hopefully to work its way into you, you hear footsteps coming your way too late.

“Hey!” a voice shouts. You open your eyes and stare right into the eyes of an officer. “You!” he shouts.

Arthur stuffs himself back into his pants, grabs your hand and starts running down the alley, away from the officer. As you flee, you close your jeans and then mount your horse, ignoring the officer screaming at you to stop. You kick your horse into a gallop, ignoring the way your body screams that while the movement is right, there’s no penetration and no friction in the right places.

Arthur runs behind you, his gun pointed up, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to use it. You leave the hollering officer behind you and you leave the city behind.

When you’re in the clear, your horses breathing hard as they stand on the trail outside an old shack. Arthur looks at you and grins.

“Sorry to cut that short, darlin’,” he grins.

“Ah, ain’t your fault,” you say, adjusting yourself in the saddle. He must be able to tell you’re frustrated.

“How about you and I head in that shack and finish things up?”

You smile and dismount. “I’d be mad if you didn’t suggest that.”

He takes your hand and leads you into the shack. You only feel slightly guilty that anyone passing the shack as the sun sets gets their ears assaulted as Arthur pleasures you late into the night.

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader smut #awkward asks

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hollandsmoose · 6 years ago

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better than sex

A/N: I've been writing on this for ages, holy shit. This is based on that thing Shawn said about performing being better than sex lmao. @particularrose basically wrote this one with all the ideas she gave me tbh so special shout-out to her for being so incredible! So here you go, dudes, here's 6k of some flirty sub!Shawn with a guest star appearance by Niall Horan himself!

part 2 in masterlist

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Summertime in Los Angeles is positively scorching. When the sun is high in the sky, it can feel a bit like you’re boiling. Niall’s house thankfully has stellar air conditioning, but it doesn’t stop things from getting a little heated at times.

When Niall had suggested that you could spend your summer with him in his Hollywood home, you hadn’t even hesitated to accept the offer. The prospect of spending several weeks alone with one of your best friends was almost too good to be true. And, of course, it was.

What Niall hadn’t told you when he made that offer was that he’d also made that same offer to someone else. Shawn. And it’s not that you don’t like Shawn; it’s more that you perhaps like him a little too much.

You’d met Shawn through Niall, and you’d initially been a smidge smitten with the curly-haired and brown-eyed boy who was nothing if not cute. But the more you got to know him, the more you realized that he wasn’t just cute; he was hot.

It’s even worse now, to be honest. The heat means that Shawn is never wearing too much clothing, and every goddamn time you see him, he’s got some part of his body on display. When you’ll be trying to read a book by the pool, for example, he’ll come out in nothing but swim trunks, his glorious torso on exhibition. The amount of times you’ve caught yourself fantasizing about running your hands over those defined abs or biceps or that back of his is astounding and almost worrying.

You don’t ever want to make it too obvious that you’re staring. Niall is much like a brother to you, you treat each other like siblings, and openly thirsting for one of his best friends seems like a bad idea.

You catch Shawn staring too, though. When you’ll go to take a dip in the pool in nothing more than a bikini, his eyes will linger a few moments too long. When you’ll walk around the house in booty shorts, the looks he gives you when he thinks you’re not looking are definitely indecent.

Almost subconsciously, it develops into a game of who can be the biggest tease, and it’s exhausting. Your only break from it is when Shawn goes off to the studio to write, although he always comes back frustrated, annoyed with the writer’s block he’s going through.

Niall does his best to help him, but there’s not much to do. Niall says it’s just something that happens every once in a while and that Shawn just has to let it pass. Shawn is not one for patience when it comes to things like these, however. He tells you that he’s looking for inspiration, and about two weeks into your stay is when he finds it.

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It’s a slightly colder day than usual, yet it would be a lie to say that it’s actually cold. LA is never cold. Not to you, anyway. All it really means is that you eat your dinner inside in the kitchen.

Niall has cooked tonight. It's always either you or him who's responsible for food because Shawn is absolutely hopeless in the kitchen. Therefore, he's often the one in charge of loading the dishwasher as compensation.

Niall has made you fettuccine alfredo which is cooked to perfection. He's picked up a couple of bottles of good white wine, a type that has certainly not been cheap. You suppose the price doesn't mean much to someone like him, though. He doesn't exactly lack money.

It doesn't take long before you've finished eating, but you remain at the table, drinking the rest of the wine. And that is when the topic falls to Shawn and his writer's block.

“I just really wanna finish this album, you know?” Shawn says, a little frustrated, and you both give him sympathetic nods. “Like, as soon as I'm done with it, I can start planning tour and shit. And I can't wait to get back on the road,” Niall raises his eyebrows and nods, knowing exactly what Shawn means. “Performing is just… the best fucking thing. Even better than sex.” The noise that leaves you is not one you can hold back.

“Ha!” you exclaim, giggling to yourself. When the two men give you confused looks, you smile. “I'm sorry, it's just…” You lock eyes with Shawn. The wine is making you too brave. “What kinda sex are you having?”

At this, Niall bursts into laughter, a laugh you would recognize anywhere, and he actually slaps the table. You can't help but laugh at your own comment too, but when you take in Shawn's expression, he doesn't seem amused.

He squints a little. “What does that mean?”

You pick up your wine glass. “Well, I'm just thinking that you must be having some pretty boring sex to be able to say that,” This only makes Niall snort out loud, now resting his forehead on the hard surface of the table.

“Maybe I just really like performing,”

“Maybe you do,”

“I do,”

“Great! Then that's settled!”

“I don't have boring sex,” Shawn bites back with a smirk, not willing to let it go. “I just think performing is better.”

“So performing is better than having your face buried in pussy?” you ask, incredulous. Niall is practically dying at this point in the conversation, gasping for air, and Shawn's face burns bright red. “Or being balls deep in one?” The wine's influence has made you too confident, and you know you should probably keep your mouth shut, but it's impossible. “I'll need to show you a good time, then.”

Niall doesn't seem to hear what you said, and you're glad. Niall may not be your real brother, but he is as overprotective as a real brother would be. Shawn, however, does hear.

He chokes on nothing, coughing desperately, and his eyes are wide. Niall gives him a confused look, but he doesn't give an explanation, and neither do you. Thankfully, the older man soon finds himself distracted, and no questions are asked. Not unless you count the silent one that Shawn is asking with his eyes.

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It's not until a little later that you find yourself alone with Shawn. Niall goes upstairs, to the living room there, after dinner to pick a movie to watch, still quite fond of an old-fashioned DVD, and you stay behind to make some popcorn. Shawn, of course, is in charge of loading the dishwasher.

There's a great deal of tension in the kitchen as your words from before hang in the air, and you watch from behind as he puts the things into the dishwasher. His back muscles flex under his tight T-shirt every time he bends down to put something in, and you have to rub your thighs together. The microwave hums, and the kernels start to pop as you eye Shawn, leaning back against the chair behind you.

“You're watching me,” he states and turns to look at you. Of course, he's smirking. “Like what you see?”

“Hmm, maybe,” you tease, deciding to make this even more fun. Maybe it's dumb to even go along with this. You know you should probably shut him down, but this has been a long time coming, and you will never forgive yourself if you give up this opportunity. “I mean, I've seen better.”

Shawn tilts his head, arrogant smirk still playing on his lips. “You sure?”

You squint as he slowly approaches you. “Are you always this cocky?”

“Only when I have reason to be,”

“And you do now?”

Shawn comes to a stop in front of you, right as the microwave beeps. You're frozen to the ground, unwilling and unable to move. Your bodies are maybe a bit too close, and it's actually hard to breathe, every breath of yours shaky and laboured.

“Yes,” he confesses, his fingers stroking your upper arm. “‘Cause you think I'm hot.” Busted. You can’t let him win, though. Resting your hand on his hard chest, you smile.

“Well, how cocky am I allowed to be, then?” you retort, meeting his confused eyes. “‘Cause you think I’m hot too,” When Shawn blushes profusely, confirming your suspicions, your smile just grows even wider. “Thought as much.”

He gulps and bites his lip. “Y/N, I-” He doesn’t get to say more.

“You guys ready?” Niall says, walking into the kitchen, and you and Shawn jump away from each other, hoping to get as much distance between you as possible. Your heart starts to race with the thoughts of what Niall will say, but he is too busy staring at his phone that he thankfully doesn’t take much notice of the situation unfolding in front of him. “I picked a movie. I think you’ll like it.”

And then Niall finally looks up, but you and Shawn are far apart, looking perfectly decent. There’s no reason to suspect a thing.

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It’s hard to focus on the movie when you’re sat right next to Shawn who keeps glancing your way, meeting your eyes with sin in his own. Upstairs, it’s slightly colder, and therefore you’ve picked up a few blankets, something you’re very grateful for.

Because when your hand purposefully finds its way onto Shawn’s thigh, the blankets over your bottom halves manage to cover it up. There’s no covering up the surprised gasp that leaves his mouth, but when Niall looks at him questioningly, he just excuses it as a cough.

“You’ve been coughing a lot tonight,” Niall asks, and the worry he feels for his friend is more than clear. It almost makes you feel a little bad, but when Shawn blushes anew, you can’t help but feel just a bit pleased with yourself. “You’re not sick, are you?”

“No, no,” Shawn protests, and as your fingers trace circles into his skin, pushing a little at the hem of his gym shorts, the flush on his cheeks only deepens into a dark red. He gulps. “Just had to cough, that��s all.” And with that, Niall’s attention goes back to the TV.

Shawn’s shallow breaths are a good indicator of the effect you have on him. You revel in how his eyes screw shut every time you venture a little too close to where he really needs your touch, his hand on yours urging you to continue. You play with the idea of actually giving him what he wants and putting an end to your teasing, but you’re having too much fun to stop, and with Niall right next to you, it doesn’t seem like the best idea. That’s a decision you come to regret, though. Because when you pull your hand away with a confident, shit-eating grin, Shawn is quick to get revenge.

The first thing you feel is the tips of his fingers tracing circles on the side of your thigh, and you know exactly where this is going. Payback time. You don’t dare to take a look at him, keeping your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

A shaky breath leaves you when his hand moves to rest on the top of your thigh, and when Shawn squeezes your skin ever so slightly, you have to bite your lip to keep a whimper from escaping. You hear the small chuckle that comes from him. He knows what he’s doing to you.

A heat is definitely pooling low in your stomach. A part of you is praying for him to give you some relief, but you know it’s not likely - not after your teasing. From your calculations, you figure that there is still a whole hour of the movie left, and you sigh. It’s gonna be a long hour.

The movie ends just before midnight, and you can honestly say that you’ve only understood about 10% of it. You and Shawn have not been playing nice, and you’re terribly worried for your underwear, surely soaked by now.

“Great movie, huh?” Niall says as he gets up to take it out of the DVD player. “What did you think?”

“Uh, yeah, it was…” you stutter, forcing a smile, meeting his eyes. “It was good.”

Niall tilts his head, squinting. “You okay, sweetie? You just seem a little… off,”

You gulp. “Just tired, that’s all,”

“Yeah, maybe we should head to bed,” Shawn suggests, his tone even more suggestive. Oh God, yes. No matter what happens now, you need to be in private. “I’m pretty tired too.” Niall agrees, and so do you.

You’re not tired in the slightest, though. You’re quite the opposite. You and Shawn’s little game has left you on the edge, and you’re practically bustling with energy. It’s endlessly funny to watch Shawn as he gets up, leaving the cover of the blankets, and tries to conceal the tent in his shorts. Niall, thank God, remains oblivious.

Soon, you’re all walking to your rooms, and you bid each other goodnight. Niall’s master bedroom is in one end of the house, whereas the rooms you and Shawn are occupying are on the same hallway in the other end. The distance between you and Shawn’s rooms and then Niall’s makes you feel a little safer.

Niall wouldn’t notice. It’s this thought that goes through your mind when you stand in the doorway to your room, and you turn to look at Shawn in the doorway of his. There’s a look in his eyes that is hard to decipher, and, for a moment, you consider asking what it means, but then there’s a noise from the living room, distracting you.

“Sorry, guys,” Niall says, chuckling to himself, and he picks something up from the coffee table. “Forgot my phone.”

When Niall has gone back to his room, you decide to do the same. Biting your lip, you give Shawn a look too. You both linger in your doorways for a few moments before you enter your rooms.

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Just about an hour has passed since you started getting ready for bed, and you're wiggling around on your mattress, trying to get comfortable, but you know very well that, even if you wanted to sleep, it wouldn't be possible.

There's a distinct ache between your thighs, and it needs relief. Your fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear. Shawn hasn't tried to get in contact, and you're almost at your breaking point. You need relief.

But right when you're about to dip your hand under the elastic, a thought crosses your mind. What if Shawn's doing this right now too? It's enough to make you clench involuntarily, only furthering the ache. Making a hasty decision, you throw the covers off and plant your feet on the floor. You're going to walk down the little hallway and knock on his door. Damn the consequences.

You've only just exited your room and shut your door when you hear another door open. Just down the hallway, Shawn emerges from his room, and then your eyes meet.

Whatever confidence you had before has left you. Had it stayed, you would have marched right up to him and kissed those pretty lips of his, but it's different now. None of you say anything, but, almost subconsciously, you both start to approach each other. It's slow - agonizingly slow, to be honest, but you do end up within touching distance.

“Can't sleep?” Shawn asks in a whisper, and there's a certain breathlessness to his voice that tells you all you need to know. When you shake your head, he swallows. “Me neither.”

The ache you're experiencing is not helped by the sight of his bare torso, barely visible in the dimly lit hallway. It's visible enough to have you rubbing your thighs together. He catches the movement, and you're expecting a smirk, but what you get from him is more like a whimper.

Even Shawn looks surprised by the sound. It’s hard to see much, the only light coming from your room, but you can see how his cheeks redden. Without a word, you lift your hand to rest on his chest, feeling the soft patch of hair there. He sucks in a sharp breath at your touch.

“Do you want this?” you whisper, establishing eye contact, and you pray that he’s down for this because you need him, and you might just cry if he turns you down. “Do you want me?”

“Oh my god, yes,” Shawn answers, the words rushing out from his mouth. “I want you so bad.”

You give him a coy look. “Then take me,”

Shawn doesn’t hesitate. He pushes his mouth on yours with such passion that you actually stumble back, but he has lightning reflexes and places a strong hand on your back to keep you from falling. The hand manages to press your bodies flush together, no space left between them.

His other hand cups your cheek, a delicate touch compared to how you're kissing. You're unsure of what to do with your hands at first, but they end up gripping his shoulders, trying to get him impossibly closer. It's not that you can't already feel almost every bit of him, though. There is an unmistakable hardness pressing against you, and if you weren't in a fucking hallway, you would have dropped to your knees by now.

Shawn doesn't seem to care much about the whole hallway thing nor about the fact that Niall could walk out and see the two of you at any time. Instead of leading you to one of your rooms and to privacy, he guides you backwards until your back thuds against the wall. The whine is impossible for you to keep in when he detaches his lips from yours.

Moving his hands to under your ass, Shawn squeezes a little. “Jump,”

You eye him skeptically, but he seems confident in his ability to carry you, and you're confident in his confidence. So you jump.

You wrap your legs around him, but he holds you up as if you're as light as a feather. Shawn doesn't go back to your lips, yet you don't complain. Because shortly after, his mouth is on your neck, kissing and licking - no biting or sucking, though. You would have no chance of hiding the hickey that that would leave behind. Your fingers have tangled themselves into Shawn’s curls, and when you pull on them, impatient, he gets the clue and tears himself away from your skin. Instead of giving you what you want and kissing you, he shakes his head slightly and smiles.

“Oh god,” Shawn says, still quiet. “Niall’s gonna kill me.”

Sighing, you roll your eyes. “Don’t mention Niall right now,” It’s bit of a mood killer, really.

Shawn raises his eyebrows, his expression undeniably cocky. “Giving me orders now, baby?” That gives you an idea.

“Yes,” you answer with no hesitation, seizing control. “Yes, I am,” You tug on his curls with more force than before, and he hisses. The atmosphere changes. You can feel it. The ball is in your court now. “Your room.”

Shawn is more than pliant. He carries you, only putting you down when you’re inside his room. He leaves you for a moment to close and lock the door, but then he’s back. It is different now, however. He doesn’t reach for you or try to kiss you; he awaits your command. So when you tell him to lie down on the bed, he does it in an instant.

He’s left the lamp on the nightstand on, so you’re able to see much better than in the hallway. You can so clearly see his flushed cheeks, his toned abs and his brown eyes, darker than usual. You can so clearly see the way his lips part when you crawl onto the mattress and between his legs, sitting back on your knees.

“What do you want, Shawn?” you ask as you run a finger up his thigh, and your tone is deceitfully sweet and innocent. You’re fully expecting him to beg for your mouth or hands around him, but he takes you by surprise - and not in a bad way.

“I wanna taste you,” he tells you, voice shaky and absolutely wrecked. “Want you to sit on my face.” Fuck. You have to fight to keep a whimper from leaving your mouth. How can you possibly say no to that request? It takes a fair bit of manoeuvring, but you manage to pull off your teeny-tiny, exposing shorts and your underwear, leaving you in nothing else than your camisole. You tug his grey sweatshorts off, and his already prominent bulge just becomes even more prominent when he’s just in his boxers. Unconsciously, you lick your lips.

You crawl up his body, but you don’t waste any time, going straight for his face. Settling over his face, you shiver when his hands come up to grab ahold of your thighs. Shawn stares up at you, wanting reassurance that he’s allowed to touch you, and you nod. In fact, you might just die if he doesn’t touch you. That may be an exaggeration, but it doesn’t feel that way to you.

You pull your camisole over your head, and that leaves you naked. Shawn’s eyes widen, and you don’t even think he’s aware that he’s moving his hands until they’re cupping your breasts. You don’t tell him off for not asking for permission, though. You’re far too consumed by the fire that his touch ignites inside you. When his thumbs brush against your nipples, you emit a keen noise that you can’t even believe comes from your own mouth.

Shawn groans beneath you, and when you glance down, you see the conflict in him. His eyes flicker from where his hands are to your dripping heat. You know he wants to please you, but it seems he can’t decide on where to start. So you decide for him.

You move his left hand down, back to the back of your thigh where he grips your flesh, bringing you closer to where he needs you. When you lock eyes, it’s almost overwhelming. There’s a hunger in them, yet he still waits for affirmation that he can go on. Such a good boy. You nod.

And then his mouth is on you. You moan, and Shawn groans. There’s a relief in it for both of you. His tongue runs up your slit, spreading you out so he has better access to all of you. You desperately need something to hold on to so you grab the headboard of the bed. His fingers pinch your nipple, just as his tongue touches your clit for the first time, and you gasp, rocking your hips against his mouth.

The noise that leaves him can’t be described as anything else than a growl, and the vibrations from it are utterly thrilling. Shawn’s other hand comes down and grips your other thigh, and he pulls you even closer, even further down onto his face. You’re almost worried that you’re drowning him, but, to be fair, he seems quite happy to drown.

Everything you’ve dreamed of for these last two weeks is coming true. Shawn wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Instinctively, one of your hands reaches down and goes into his hair, running through it. He almost moves into your hand, almost like he’s seeking your touch. He really is fucked for you.

“So good for me,” you purr. “So good.” The praise seems to please him; it seems to encourage him further. His tongue definitely becomes a little more forceful and pushes down on your clit with even more pressure than before. The pleasure shoots through your body, and the fire within only intensifies.

Several hours of teasing has left you sensitive, and when his lips close around your clit again, you’re made aware of just how close you really are. God, what is this boy doing to me? Shawn doesn’t seem to have a particular method to his actions; he just eats you out like he’s been starving, lips and tongue everywhere, licking and sucking. It’s kind of rushed, but oh dear God, is it good. And, besides, you really don’t need him to go slow.

His hands travel to your hips, and you understand his hint when he pushes you a little away from him. He comes up for air, and it’s such a sight to behold when you look down at him. The area around his mouth is absolutely covered in your juices, glistening in the light from the bedside lamp.

“You taste so good, baby,” Shawn pants, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thighs. “So sweet,” Your hand strokes his curls, all tousled and unruly from your treatment. “Wanna make you cum.”

You can’t resist a smirk. “Make me, then,”

Shawn curses under his breath, and then he can’t hold himself back anymore. Hands still on your hips, he begins to guide you back and forth, effectively making you grind against his tongue, making you ride his face. You have to hold back the cries that are so close to leaving your lips, knowing very well that you can’t be too loud.

You’re so close, and Shawn is doing his very best to please you, to push you over the edge. It’s like he keeps trying to pull you closer, although he’s already buried in you. He’s groaning and moaning against your pussy, clearly finding some kind of pleasure in this too. You’re trembling and shivering with every touch of his tongue, and you’re panting, mumbling barely coherent encouragements. You can feel it building inside you, that release you’ve been aching for. It builds and builds and builds, right until you can feel yourself right there at the edge of the cliff. And then you dive in.

There are no words to describe the feeling that courses through your body when your orgasm hits you. Words like mind-blowing, sensational and extreme all come to mind, but they’re simply not enough. You honestly have to hold back your noises because you know they would be far too loud. You can’t keep in a gasp of his name, though.

Shawn leads you through your release, slowing down gradually so you can come down. His hands gently stroke your skin in an attempt to calm you down. You’re still catching your breath when you start to move down his body, settling on his thighs, your own thighs still shaking with the aftershocks.

“Good boy,” you praise, and you catch how his cock twitches in the confinement of his boxers where his precum has created a small wet spot as well. “Such a good boy. All for me,”

He nods desperately. “All for you,”

Shawn seems to get the hint when you crawl up a little further up, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. When you press your lips to his again, you’re still very much able to taste yourself. You’re not complaining, though. You deepen the kiss, your tongues meeting, and the taste of you is so strong on his that you actually moan into his mouth.

You don’t even mean to do it, but your hips grind down against his, and he moans right back. The friction is almost too much to bear for your sensitive sex, yet you need to feel it again. You grind against his clothed cock, feeling how hard it is for you.

Shawn whines when you draw away from his mouth, taking his bottom lip between your teeth before you let go completely. He doesn’t whine when you begin placing kisses down his neck and move further down, your kisses following. You pause for a few moments when you reach his abs, and then you lean in and lick a stripe up his six-pack. His muscles contract underneath your touch, and you enjoy how he makes this strangled noise in response, obviously having tried to muffle himself.

Upon reaching the waistband of his boxers with your kisses, you smirk. “Such a good boy deserves a reward, don’t you think?” He doesn’t answer, but you’re not surprised. He probably doesn’t want to be presumptuous. When you snap the elastic waistband against the skin of his stomach, he lets out a startled moan, and then he seems to understand what you’re asking him to do.

“Please, baby,” Shawn begs. “Please, just… please.”

Accepting his plead, you crawl back until you reach the end of the mattress, You keep eye contact as you move down to the foot of the bed and down to the floor, sinking to your knees. You yank on his one leg the tiniest bit, but he understands. Soon after, he’s wiggled down to where you want him, and Shawn sits up. He clearly wants to watch. He helps you to remove his boxers, and your mouth actually fucking salivates at the sight of his cock springing free. You don’t often call things perfect, but his cock certainly is. The perfect size, the perfect color, the perfect everything.

Shawn quite eagerly kicks off his underwear, desperate to be rid of them. He stares down at you, and you stare up at him. He’s leaking from the tip quite a lot, but that only makes your job easier. You don’t even have to spit on him or in your hand; he’s already lubricated himself enough. You maintain eye contact when you wrap your hand around him, and it’s almost amusing to watch how his eyes flutter, fighting the urge to close.

You tsk-tsk. “Keep your eyes on me, Shawn,”

It’s a challenge, and you’re aware. You want to challenge him. You run your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum over the length of him. He inhales sharply at your touch, and it makes you smile. You like knowing that you have an effect on him. His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, fingers digging into it.

“Y/N,” Shawn says, voice shaky. “I’m not-” He’s interrupted by a hiss from his own mouth when you touch his tip again. “Not gonna last long.” You appreciate the honesty, although you’re not surprised in the slightest. You’ve practically been edging him for hours now.

You pump a few times, revelling in his responses, before you lean in and press a kiss to his tip. His chest is heaving, his lip between his teeth, and he’s visibly struggling to hold back his noises. You kiss down to the base of him, and you take a second to consider what to do next.

You’re in a mood to make him suffer a little. And when you lick from base to tip, he definitely suffers. He whimpers, his knuckles turning white. You make sure to keep eye contact the first time you wrap your lips around his cock. He lets out this gasp in response, high-pitched and a bit too loud, and it only makes you want to go further. You keep your hand wrapped around him, and when you start to bob your head, your hand follows the rhythm.

The sounds of your movements are absolutely obscene, and you suspect it all looks just as obscene. His cock is warm and heavy on your tongue, his precum a bit salty. Sucking dick is usually not something you enjoy, but Shawn makes it more than enjoyable. His reactions are encouraging, gasps and moans and whimpers all revealing just how good you’re making him feel.

You can see how he struggles not to lift his hips and thrust into the warmth of your mouth. Had this been a different situation, you might’ve let him fuck your face, but you’re in control now. You want to take this at your pace.

Not that you have any intention of going slow, to be honest. You even let one hand go down to his balls, making sure to stimulate him even further. It takes Shawn by surprise, though. He loses control for just a moment, and his hips move up. The accusatory look you give him when you pull out for air has him apologizing in an instant, and you soon return to business as normal.

You become sloppier towards the end, something that he seems to like. He screws his eyes shut, but you don’t bother to chastise him because you know he’s getting to where you want him to be, and you can’t blame him for not being able to control his body right now. The bobs of your head begin to quicken, your saliva coating him thoroughly, and you just know he’s approaching his release. His cock is twitchy, his breathing is unbelievably unsteady, and the words that leave him are unintelligible, although you can hear that he’s trying to say something.

Shawn does manage to get something out. “Gonna… gonna cum,”

His warning is a nice gesture; it gives you time to pull off him. But you don’t. He’s been so good for you, and he deserves a treat. You only pull away the tiniest bit, resting his tip on your tongue, while your hand keeps pumping what used to be in your mouth. His one hand finally lets go of the mattress to cup the side of your face, and it’s an oddly cute thing to do.

When Shawn cums, he almost shouts out a curse, and it’s far too loud, but you really don’t care. You take everything he gives you, and it’s only when he jerks a little away from you that you let him go. He watches you swallow, and the sight seems to be a smidge overwhelming. He groans and falls back against the bed, covering his face with his hands, his chest heaving and all flushed. Shawn only removes his hands when you’ve crawled up, and you’re face-to-face again.

“Y/N, I… fuck,” he pants. “That was fucking insane, holy shit,” You giggle, stroking a few curls away from his sweaty forehead. “C’mere.” He brings you closer, and his lips find yours. To be honest, you’re kinda impressed. He definitely isn’t too touchy when it comes to tasting himself.

“So…” you begin when he releases you again. “Is performing still better than sex?” He raises his eyebrows, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Hmm, yes,” Shawn answers and laughs, and you scoff as if truly offended. You know he’s playing with you. “Well, I didn’t get to hear you scream for me,” He smirks. “And when I perform, I usually have thousands of girls screaming for me.”

You roll your eyes. “Honestly? I could have screamed. But Niall would’ve heard, and I have the feeling I’d have to attend your funeral, then,”

Shawn playfully shrugs. “Would’ve been worth it,”

“Speaking of Niall, though,” you start, getting off the bed. “It’s been fun, but I should be going back to my room. Can’t be found with you in the morning, you know?” There’s a sort of sadness to Shawn when he nods and watches you get your clothes back on. “Goodnight, baby boy.”

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The next morning, you wake up with a grin on your lips. Thinking about what happened last night almost makes you ache again. You get up, and while you’re getting ready, the grin falls off your face. You can’t be sure what it’s gonna be like to see Shawn again. You don’t know what he’ll say. You can’t believe you even care, but you do.

So it’s with a slightly erratic heartbeat that you enter the kitchen a little later, but to your surprise, the only person you find there is Niall, cooking breakfast.

“Morning!” he greets and offers a smile. “Sleep well?” You feel the heat travelling to your cheeks at his question. If only you knew.

“Uh, yeah… yeah, I did,” you answer, and then you make a bit of a show of looking around the room. “Where’s Shawn?”

“Oh, he left for the studio about an hour ago,”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Niall replies and shrugs. “Said he found some inspiration during the night,” Oh god. “Dunno what he meant, but good for him. He’s been looking for it for quite a while.”

You know exactly what he meant.

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the-odd-job · 4 years ago

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Ashes of Icarus chapter 8 - Dance With the Devil

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Megatron, Ratchet Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 4468

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Well, they managed to escape Ironhide’s training for a bit.

Four damn months straight in the brig.

And after that they expected them to be in any mood to follow orders. Jumping off the walls was the only thing they were doing. They’d sparred with each other, with Ironhide, and with some of the other warriors—beating up Cliffjumper in particular had been intensely satisfying—which had burned off some of their restless energy, but nowhere near enough that they would’ve given a single fuck about what they were told to.

Perform this attack, defend then, do that here and that there, and by Primus stop attacking already!

Ratchet had gotten a lot of guests, and had yelled much at everyone and no one in particular. Ironhide received some of that too, and the rumor had it Ratchet had even visited Prowl.

Probably to complain about the stupidity of doing what he had to the twins. They were high energy and temperamental, and that combined very badly with forced inactivity. The end results were… Explosive.

Ratchet knew that. He knew them better than most did, after fixing their frames and rooting around in their heads as much as he had. The medic had always done what he could do to fix and manage the damage their coding had endured and thus mitigated as much as could be mitigated of what their behavioral issues were caused directly by warped programming.

But a lot of it couldn’t be fixed, and a lot of it originated from the spark, not the processors. Even Ratchet could do nothing about that, at which point it became a game of dealing with the external factors that could cause them to flip some unpleasant switches.

Prowl should have known that too, and he probably did, but the methods to get them to obey had always been scarce. They had little respect for rank, a lot of trust in their own ability to do things better, and in general lacked a lot of the motivation to just listen. They didn’t doubt Prowl was one fantastic tactician and could no doubt turn the tides of any fight with his carefully placed orders, but…

Frag, it just chafed to do what they were told. Plus it was boring more often than not.

They were loose cannons, always had been. Point them at the enemy and hope for the best, that was really all you could do most of the time. Prowl had had more success in commanding them than really any of their previous superiors, but even his control was far from perfect.

And it had failed entirely in the last battle. It wasn’t that surprising he’d try some drastic measures—by Autobot standards—to force their cooperation. Keep them from the battlefield if that’s what it took, extort them until they caved and listened just for the chance to get to fight.

How the Autobots intended to manage without them on the field, he didn’t know, but Prowl seemed confident they weren’t necessary. Useful, but not necessary.

Sunstreaker hoped they’d find out that wasn’t the case. They couldn’t be so irrelevant that the Autobots could do well without them.

There had been two battles so far, though, and the word was that those had gone… Well enough.

But he’d seen the amount of injuries the combatants had returned with. Enough to signify a hard battle.

Would it have been easier if the twins were present? He liked to think so.

Even if that was the case, Prowl had clearly come to the conclusion the extra injuries were worth it if it meant forcing the twins into taking heed of the things he told them. Did that mean they were just that much more effective when they played according to Prowl’s plans?

Who the fuck knew.

But Ratchet had given his recommendation, and according to it the twins had gotten sent out on the single longest patrol route to get rid of some of their energy. They were under strict orders to not speed, but everyone knew that for as long as the roads were asphalt, they would speed. The human speed limits were for humans, not for beings in all ways superior to them, complete with reflexes and bodily controls that far surpassed anything the humans could manage.

Of course, the human authorities wouldn’t agree with that, but by the time they were climbing the mountain roads to far quieter areas, they'd run into no police cruisers that could’ve tried to chase them or otherwise signal their disapproval of the speeds they were going.

Sideswipe was blasting music and singing along as they drifted around bends in the road and rocketed the straight spans, the roar of their engines not quite enough to drown out his voice. Very pleasant voice. Sunstreaker didn’t mind listening to it. With the sounds of their frames, they would have never gotten to enjoy those of nature anyways, even if he’d been so inclined.

He could still enjoy the scenery. Well, sans color. But at the speeds they were going, they’d need to stop to kill time at some point anyway, lest they wanted to be done with the patrol route way ahead of schedule and give away that they had definitely broken every single speed limit along the way. He could transform and have a look at the colors then. What would there be, green, green, and more green...

The jam fell upon them fast, all thanks to the speed they were going. The music Sideswipe was streaming cut off as did their access to all external signals, all within the span of seconds.

Why did he feel like they’d been here before?

They both screeched to a stop, reading their scanners, although nothing was showing up on them yet. What had Ratchet said to do if this happened? Back out of the jammed area and report it?

Sideswipe was waiting on him to decide what he wanted to do. On the chance this was due to what they thought it was…

They would continue. Even if it was something else, they could probably handle it without dying.

He could feel Sideswipe’s phantom nod before his brother set back in motion and they drove onward, not quite as fast as before.

Until… Two spark signatures showed up on their scanners.

Excitement surged in Sunstreaker’s spark even as his engine growled. Megatron’s signature was unmistakable, as strong as the mech himself.

And the other one was none other than Soundwave, again. What was he, his leader’s wingman on top of everything else? Must be nice.

Once they made it to a valley between two mountain peaks… The trees were more sparse here, giving room for their kind to maneuver. The two signatures on their scanners stayed put through their approach, until they could make visual contact with the Decepticons.

Sideswipe felt considerably less wary than the last time now that they had different expectations of how this might go down. And Sunstreaker? If he’d anticipated last time, that was nothing compared to the pissed off expectation of this time. Oh, he hadn’t forgotten how Megatron had flat out ignored him the last battle they were allowed to attend.

They transformed a good distance away from the other two mechs. Soundwave was standing off to the side again, but Megatron was blocking the entire road, and they weren’t exactly built for off-roading. Even if they’d wanted to get by, they’d had to have gone through him.

Not that Sunstreaker particularly wanted to get through. “You have some fragging guts,” he hissed at Megatron instead, throwing all caution out the window and stalking towards the tyrant. This time he didn’t bother hiding his field, because the anger in it was very, very real, and worked well to drown out his other emotions. “What, just gonna show up when it suits you?”

Sideswipe hung back, his laughter echoing in their spark. He didn’t bother hiding his field either, and it was full of mirth for all the world to teek.

Yeah yeah, laugh it up, this was so much fun.

Fragger.

“Was I supposed to do something else?” Megatron asked, cocking an optical ridge at him. Sunstreaker snarled and lunged the last few feet, hooking his digits into a gap in Megatron’s armor and wrenching.

Megatron growled right back at him, but Sunstreaker dodged the fist that was flung at him—only to get clawed by Megatron’s other servo.

“I haven’t seen you in battles recently,” the warlord noted, and for the life of him Sunstreaker couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or entertained.

Sunstreaker was annoyed, though. More than, he was fragging furious, and let that sound in his voice when he responded, “Oh I’m fragging surprised you’d even notice.”

Megatron gave him a look, but what the emotion behind it was was no clearer. “Is this about the last battle you attended?”

Yes.

Sunstreaker grunted noncommittally, then from pain when Megatron tore him off his pedes and sent him crashing into the ground. He managed to scramble back on his feet before the tyrant could pin him this time, though, and charged right back at the larger mech like it wasn’t one of the most foolish things any Cybertronian could do.

“You do realize I don’t owe you anything?” Megatron asked next. Sunstreaker glared up at him between one attack and the next, his face twisting into a snarl he’d never manage to make look anything other than pretty. Ah, the curse of being unbelievably attractive.

“You raped me! I think you slagging well owe me.”

Megatron growled at him. “Don’t pretend you weren’t into it.”

“Not the point,” Sunstreaker ground out, landing another dent on Megatron’s armor and barely dodging out of the way of a hit that would’ve given him a significantly larger dent.

“You could have told your side what happened.” This time he didn’t manage to jerk out of the way in time and Megatron’s claws dug into his side. Blood splurted from the wound deep enough to damage larger fuel lines.

Neither of them paid the pink any mind. Megatron stared him down. “Did you?”

He had to already know the answer. Or guess it, anyway, if he didn’t know for sure.

Sunstreaker grit his denta, but confirmed it anyway. “No.”

“And why is that?” Neither Soundwave nor Sideswipe made a single move to interrupt them, verbally or physically. Sunstreaker didn’t know if he was grateful or not when Megatron steadily drove him towards admissions he did not want to give.

Some distraction from this line of discussion would’ve been welcome.

Sunstreaker stayed silent aside from the revving of his engine, and Megatron continued. “You want it.”

He did.

“I do not!”

Megatron snorted.

“Oh slag right off,” Sunstreaker snarled at the lack of belief he was met with, ramming his shoulder into Megatron with enough force to make him take a step back. He couldn’t truly test the tyrant’s balance, though, and had to retreat that instant to deny Megatron the chance to grab him.

“Why have they kept you from battles? You tore through my troops last time, you and your brother.”

Sideswipe puffed up with pride and even Sunstreaker felt a burst of satisfaction. All he did was sneer, though. “So you did notice, huh?” Megatron didn’t say anything to that, only forced Sunstreaker to dance away from another grab that would’ve likely ended the fight right there and then. Injuries were piling on the both of them. Dents, torn plating. The kind that could be explained away with just regular hand to hand combat.

No sword marks that would’ve made very little sense. “It was because we tore through your troops,” Sunstreaker eventually responded, on this side of reluctant, but ultimately seeing no reason to not disclose reason—and offer an explanation for why they were out of the fight for the foreseeable future.

You know, just in case Megatron would think it had something to do with him. He shouldn’t flatter himself like that.

“Did the Prime disapprove of your violence?” Megatron sneered, a touch of genuine displeasure in his field, as was probably the norm when he thought of Optimus. The leaders of the two sides of the war predictably just didn’t get along.

But could it be something more than just that?

“We had our orders,” Sunstreaker grumbled, biting back a groan when Megatron’s fist glanced off of his already injured side. Fragging hurt. “We didn’t listen.”

“The Autobots keep you muzzled and shackled.” There it was, that heat of beliefs the tyrant held tight to. A burst of curiosity ricocheted between him and Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker wasn’t sure which one it had come from.

Did Megatron really give a damn about how the Autobots treated them? His field teeked offense that Sunstreaker didn’t quite understand.

“If you fought for me I would use your full potential.”

...What had he said last time about not letting surprise get the better of him again?

Well, he just failed at that. Sunstreaker stumbled a step, and that was enough of an opening for Megatron to grab him by the upper arm, yanking him flush with the larger mech’s chassis. He snarled and fought against the grip, useless as that was. It was too tight, Megatron was too strong—and completely ignored the digits of his free arm that dug into his side.

And the kick to his shins, for that matter. “I’m not a traitor,” Sunstreaker hissed, staring up at the burning red optics, feeling their heat—and knowing his own frame matched it, his vents panting already, and harder by the moment.

“Oh, but you already are,” Megatron growled at him. “You want my spike, enough that you lie to your leaders. Aren’t relations with the enemy explicitly forbidden in the Autobot code, hmm?”

Damn him, but he wasn’t wrong.

Sunstreaker had no argument to that, but he revved his engine all the same, even as something thick and hot pumped through his lines, setting him aflame.

“You know it as well as I do,” Megatron said in a low rumble before wrapping a servo around his waist and pulling him up off his pedes. Sunstreaker scrambled against his chassis, but then rough lips had already found his. His vents gasped, Megatron pressed him against himself, and if their kiss had been brief and chaste last time, this was nothing like that. Megatron bit his lower lip and when Sunstreaker’s mouth fell open from the sting, the tyrant’s glossa pushed straight in.

Sunstreaker shivered from helm to pede as his mouth was thoroughly plundered, the heat of it traveling down his frame until it settled solidly in his groin. He could feel his valve slicking even further, and Primus, but here he was again, about to get fragged by the enemy and turned the fuck on from it.

He moaned. Slag him to pit and back but he moaned into the kiss and didn’t even try to pull away. He should’ve. He really, really should’ve.

But he didn’t.

Megatron’s servo, the one not holding him about his waist, traveled along his frame until his aft was cupped. Before he could think better of it, Sunstreaker wrapped his legs around the tyrant’s waist, pressing their frames closer together until the heat from their engines mingled, the thrum of Megatron’s frame vibrating into his own.

Megatron ground them together, and pits, but the heat wafting from his cover matched the one coming off of Sunstreaker’s. Sunstreaker took pleasure in knowing Megatron wasn’t unaffected by this either—but then again, if he wasn’t, why would he do any of this?

One day—one day he’d find out why the warlord had taken a sudden interest in him… But in the right now Sunstreaker only wanted one thing, and Megatron had it.

But he wasn’t about to ask for it.

It didn’t matter. Megatron wanted it too, and he had no qualms about taking it, with or without a permission. That worked for Sunstreaker just fine.

Without ever letting up from his mouth—the press of lips against lips—Megatron lowered them to the ground, Sunstreaker’s back hitting it surprisingly softly.

But what wasn’t soft was the way Megatron moved against him. He might’ve removed his glossa from its thrusts into Sunstreaker’s mouth, but it was only to bite his lips instead, sharpened denta more than grazing the mesh of his faceplates. One of the tyrant’s servos slipped between them, brushing against his valve cover before the tips of his claws pressed into the seams again, the demand clear.

Sunstreaker didn’t open. The claws pressed harder—Megatron bit harder. And he didn’t need to say it when it was so clear in his gestures—open, or this comes off entirely.

And that still wasn’t something Sunstreaker wanted to explain to his side.

He relented with that threat, retracting it. Megatron’s digits slipped into the sopping opening, first one, then two, then three, until Sunstreaker was grinding against them, his vents blasting scorching air. He had to strangle his vocalizer to keep his moans from breaking loose, but his engine revved and his field became a viscous thing, bleeding his arousal all over the place.

He wanted it. Everyone on the scene knew he wanted it, and Sideswipe only stood by and let him have it. Soundwave too, for that matter, but then his only reason to be here was likely to keep Sideswipe from interfering.

That was no concern.

Megatron grabbed his aft tighter and lifted his hips after he’d removed his digits from his valve, and there was the snap of another cover retracting before the impossible width of the larger mech nudged against his valve, then pushed in. It split him so fucking wide–

And Sunstreaker wouldn’t have it any other way. He groaned with utter satisfaction as Megatron thrust in all the way, sheathing the entirety of his spike into his body—and there was a lot to take there, both in girth and length. He was full in the best fucking way by the end of it, and Megatron, the slagger, barely gave him time to adjust before he’d already fetched his spike, only to ram it back in.

It was violent, harsh, uncaring, and Sunstreaker loved every second of it, the scrape of the warlord’s spike against the sensors of his valve, over and over again as Megatron chased his pleasure and drove Sunstreaker higher on the side, slam after slam. His engine couldn’t keep up, stuttering and roaring as his arousal built to that point where his mind turned to fragging mush and only the pleasure mattered.

And still Megatron pressed into his frame until his crotch and the backs of his thighs complained with every impact, sure to dent under the assault of Megatron’s thicker, stronger armor.

Sunstreaker closed his optics to the torrent of sensation, but even so he just knew Megatron was watching his every reaction. The fragger’s field had that taste of self-satisfaction to it, the like that a mech got when they knew they were unraveling another despite the victim’s best efforts.

And oh, but Sunstreaker tried to hold back, to deny the pleasure in his systems, to prolong the experience–

But it was a battle he was quickly losing. His valve tightened until Megatron was growling against him–

And Sunstreaker came. A hoarse cry rose from his throat, his frame snapped taut, charge crackled all across his plating, and fucking Primus but it was one of the best overloards of his goddamn life. Megatron kept thrusting through the spasmodic ripples of his valve, drawing it out further and further until Sunstreaker thought he might go mad, the pleasure multiplying to levels that utterly blinded him and fritzed his processors.

He could only focus on that, Megatron’s spike hammering into him… And Sideswipe.

Sideswipe, who was on his knees on the ground, moaning through his own overload, overwhelmed by what Sunstreaker was experiencing.

And then Megatron, finally, lost his restraint and slammed against him one more time before the arcs of miniature lightning shot out from the gaps of his armor and the hot pulse of transfluid joined the mess in Sunstreaker’s already drenched valve.

He was panting, but with Megatron’s frame atop him, there was little he could do to truly cool himself. Sunstreaker’s optics opened and he stared up at the sky, past Megatron’s bulk…

Then he tilted his helm back to have an upside down view of his brother. Sideswipe was staring at the ground, his fans running high, but as unexpected as his reaction had been… He wasn’t opposed to it.

It was pretty fun, actually.

Sunstreaker chuckled, prompting Megatron to look at him, and at the last minute the twin remembered he was supposed to glare.

Which he proceeded to do. The corner of Megatron’s mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile.

Fucking bastard.

...Who was really good at fucking.

Like, really good.

...He was fragging doomed, wasn’t he?

“Did that feel good?” Megatron rumbled at him, and this time he did smile.

Sunstreaker glared harder. “Go jump in a fucking smelter.”

Megatron had the audacity to laugh at him, but he chose that moment to pull out, thoroughly distracting Sunstreaker from any retort he might’ve had. Instead he shuddered, hating the cold air that invaded his gaping, empty valve, and immediately missing the heat of Megatron’s frame when the tyrant sat back.

Missing that? What the pit was wrong with him…

A lot of things, honestly.

“You were driving along your patrol route–” Megatron spoke up. He’d pulled a cloth from his subspace and was wiping his spike with it. “–Until a few of the Stunticons intercepted you. You fought.”

“We’ll tell that much once we get back to the Ark,” Sideswipe said, drawing everyone’s attention. His brother was inspecting the lubricant leaking from the seams of his panel.

It didn’t look one bit like Sideswipe had fought anything, because he hadn’t, but they could fix that easily enough. “I mean, that’s totally something we’d fail to report right away,” Sideswipe continued, looking up with a wry grin.

“Very well,” Megatron said, his optics shifting back to Sunstreaker and flashing with… What? Lust? Anticipation?

Megatron leaned down, and before Sunstreaker could string two thoughts together, another scorching but chaste kiss was already pressed to his mouth, melting away any thoughts he was even trying entertain.

He was going to hell for this, but Unicron’s tailpipe if he wasn’t enjoying the ride there.

“I look forward to our next encounter,” Megatron growled at him, the tip of his digit resting under his jaw, sharp and dangerous–

And then Megatron pulled away and rose to his pedes, his equipment safely tucked away, but fluids still splattered on his groin and an unholy amount of paint transfers telling the story of their illicit affair.

But it wasn’t like there was anyone to tell Megatron he shouldn’t be doing this. He could go home looking however he wanted to.

Sunstreaker, on the other hand?

He and Sideswipe would need to do some covering up again.

Sunstreaker didn’t even bother sitting up as he watched Megatron walk away. Soundwave transformed onto his servo again, and then the tyrant and his Third were already shooting away from the scene of the crime, just like last time.

Sideswipe came over to him once the Decepticons were gone, a grin on his brother’s face. They’d both had fun, hadn’t they? “Okay, let’s get cracking. Prowl might still send someone to check out this location.”

And Sunstreaker very well couldn’t march into the Ark looking like he did now, yeah.

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It was an appropriately long time later that they arrived back at the Ark, a little worse for wear. They’d banged up Sideswipe too, in keeping with their story of the both of them having fought the Stunticons.

First stop, medbay. Sideswipe commed Prowl on their way there. ::Hi Prowl! Yeah, yeah, it went well. But! We ran into Drag Strip, Dead End, and Wildrider. Didn’t sustain any serious injuries but we’re gonna run by Ratchet. You want our reports afterwards?:: And there it came, the ‘why didn’t you comm. anyone about this?’ ::Weeee didn’t think it was that important?:: Sideswipe offered with just the right amount of hesitation to sound truthful. ::I don’t think they were doing anything more ‘an driving around before they ran into us and decided to start trouble.::

Ah, yeah, they shouldn’t be the judges of that. ::Sorreeeeh. We’ll make the reports extra good to make up for this, deal?::

And they got their permission to do that. Fantastic.

Now, Ratchet. “Raaaaatch!” Sideswipe hollered the moment the medbay doors opened for them, which was perfectly unnecessary because the medic was in the medbay proper and looked up when they entered.

His expression darkened when he saw them. “What the slag did you get up to?!” he asked as he dropped whatever he was doing and marched towards them. “Berth apiece, stat!”

The twins walked over to the nearest two berth and sat on them. Sideswipe grinned. “Fun with some Stunticons~ ‘Least Motormaster wasn’t there, imagine how that would’ve ended.”

Sunstreaker snorted. Yeah, the messes they’d be if the crazed Optimus wannabe had been present…

The messes they should be because Megatron had been present.

Except he hadn’t wanted to fuck them up, just fuck one of them.

“Did you call the Ark?” Ratchet asked, and oh dear but those were promises of bad things in his voice, right there. Sunstreaker had to fight back a grimace.

“Uhhh… No?” Sideswipe was very careful when he said that, but it wasn’t enough to save them. Sideswipe got a hit on the helm first, then it was Sunstreaker’s turn. He growled in affront, rubbing at the new dent on him that blended very well with all the dents Megatron had caused.

They’d fixed the uh, ones around his thighs and crotch, to the best of their ability anyway, but that was it. He was banged up, his plating torn at places, claw marks on him—Sideswipe looked a little better, but not by much after what they’d done to him in the name of their cover story.

“Do you at least feel calmer?” Ratchet growled at him as he began his scans.

Boy, did they. Sunstreaker couldn’t stop his grin. Sideswipe laughed. “Do we ever~ That was good.”

Heh. Yeah.

Ratchet rolled his optics. “Good, I guess. So help me if you do that again, though! What is it with your inability to accept help?”

“Not our fault we can handle shit,” Sunstreaker huffed.

He got banged on the helm again. Ratchet, seriously.

“Stow that attitude. You’re not invincible.”

Yeah, Megatron had proven that well enough.

...These would be very long repairs if he was all Sunstreaker could think about.

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justlostinautumn · 5 years ago

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Agent Zero Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Agent Zero)

Part 1

Agent Zero is the best of the best and puts The Avengers to shame. She isn’t perfect and she knows that, but she has made many good decisions that have gotten her to where she is now and one of them was falling in love with a certain Black Widow. Natasha is the only one to know Y/N (Agent Zero).

Natasha had a big secret that she wasn’t sure she wanted to share with her team. But what happens when that secret is put into the middle of the team. Can she keep her wife secret or will the team all find out? If the team finds out how will they react to the news? How long will their game last and will it blow up in their faces when they are found out?

There are still secrets that need to be shared, stories not fully explained and truths that need to be told. Y/N isn’t a liar, but sometimes you bend the truth so much you don’t even remember what it is anymore.

She had already managed to take out Wanda and Strange. They were decoys in the game her job was to get these four to work together, she could tell they were getting frustrated. Every time Steve would say something Tony would do the opposite.

“I’m getting bored and you don’t seem to be grasping what this exercise is about.” She looked at her nails dodging a knife Bucky threw at her head.

“You’ve not touch Rhodey and I.” Tony laughed.

The next thing they knew Steve threw his shield at her and she caught it spinning around and throwing it up so it hit Tony first and then bounced and hit Rhodey. She slid on the floor and caught the shield landing just by Bucky’s feet who punched down and grabbed the shield she grabbed his metal wrist, twisted it spun on her knee back to him pulled him over her shoulder pulled out the gun and shot him in the head leaving a red paint mark between the eyes. Steve charged at her and without flinching lifted the gun and shot him between the eyes too.

“Your arrogance got two of your strongest team members killed.” She looked at both Rhodey and Stark.

“What do you mean?” Tony was furious.

“I mean if they were bullets you’d be cleaning brains off your floor.” She hissed.

“Agent!” Nick shouted.

“No! Listen good all of you. Since your little Civil War I’ve had to clean up your mess, who do you think kept HYDRA at bay while you lot were having a temper tantrum about everything. So what if Barnes killed your parents Stark? You are fucking selfish! Yes, he’s killed his fair share of people, but he was made a monster. You created machines of destruction, you created Ultron. At the end of the day we all have our ledgers, we all have a hole filled with corpses. All I can say to you Stark is be grateful I wasn’t the one who killed your parents.” She slammed her hands against his chest and before he could fall he was caught by Bucky.

“You have no right to talk to him like that!” Steve shouted.

“Really, you’re going to stand up to the man who put your team in the Raft? The man who allowed his arrogance to let him believe he was a God? It’s funny Rogers. When I first learnt about you I idolised you and your BFF there, people willing to die for what they believe to be right. I was like you, the only difference is you would have killed me because I was born on the wrong team. You died a Martyr! Was it guilt that made you stay on the plane instead of jumping out and living your happy ending?” She tilted her head and she dodged as Rhodey swings at her.

“You need to stop before some kills you.” Rhodey threatens. Y/N can see Nat stiffen and Clint smirk, everyone else is looking in awe as they figure out what she’s doing.

“Aren’t you angry, after all, you did almost become paralysed because of them. The rehab you went through, having to watch your best friend mourn the loss of his parents again, as well as his friends and his team?” She smirked at him, her eyes held nothing but cruelty and malice.

“You bitch!” Bucky shouted and she let him pin her to the floor by her throat.

“Go on Soldat!” She laughed and saw something flicker in his eye, “always one to lose his cool too quickly.”

Y/N wrapped her legs around his metal arm and twisted her body causing him to let go of her. They both got up and she blocked every punch and kick he tried until she kicked him in the chest with enough force for him to hit the wall and leave a bent. Tony, Rhodey and Steve run to him.

“That’s how you get them to work as a team.” She brushes the dirt off her stealth suit as she addresses Fury.

“It was all a trick?” Steve was furious.

“Of course.” She smiled at him.

“How did you know it’d work?” Tony looked shocked as he and Rhodey helped Bucky stand, while Y/N walked up to them.

“I was a test, if you didn’t step in for each other I knew it would be a waste of time. But, you did and now I have something to work with.” She spoke lifting Bucky’s shirt and pushing ribs back into place, as Bruce runs up to her with gauze wraps and helps her wrap him tightly so the ribs don’t move.

“How did you know about the anger thing?” Bucky asked.

“In my time working, you and I have crossed paths. HYDRA liked to move you a lot, it kept people like Fury and that guessing if you were real.” She shrugs tapping his hip indicating he can lower his shirt and a memory burst in his mind.

“You’ve done this for me before.” Bucky looked her over carefully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She looked at him and her eyes gave him nothing.

“I think we’ve done enough for today.” Fury barked.

“I’m beat.” Y/N smirked at Nick and she looked at Maria who giggled.

“Food?” Nat appeared next to her.

“Yes, I’m starved. Maybe pizza, no… sushi? Mexican? Chinese? Oh God anything, I don’t think I’ve had decent food in a year. Natasha, its been a year since I’ve eaten something that wasn’t HYDRA Asset food. Good God, I want everything!” She looked at Nat giving her puppy dog eyes and she then turned her charm to the team who all looked at her with soft eyes.

“Fine, we will order a bit of everything!” Tony sighs breaking, he could help but be grateful for the girl who just might be able to fix the team.

“Agent Zero had to wrap somethings up on a previous mission.” Clint walked into the room with the information they had been dying to know since yesterday’s introduction and training activity.

“I wanted to train with her.” Bucky looked a little put out.

“Fury said she should be back either this evening or tomorrow.” Clint shrugs.

“Spill everything you know.” Tony leans in and points at both Natasha and Clint.

“Clint’s worked with her more.” Natasha shrugs, it was the truth.

“Bird Boy.” Tony looks at him and the rest of the team are waiting expectantly.

“She’s one of a kind, she was from some organisation. A test subject, no one really knows much about it. She’s only ever been an Agent. Only Fury and Hill knows her name. Everyone calls her Zero or Reaper nothing else.” Clint shrugs.

“She doesn’t do teams. So, when she brings down a base she normally doing it solo.” Nat adds.

“That’s impossible!” Steve looked shocked.

“It’s not if you are on both teams.” Nat finally looks at them.

“What does that mean?” Bucky was defensive.

“She use to be a part of HYDRA, she wasn’t originally from HYDRA but she worked with them. They think she is working for them and helping infiltrate SHIELD again.” Nick spoke from the doorway.

“She’s a double agent?” Tony looked impressed but worried.

“She didn’t lie when she said she was a free agent. She fights for what she wants, it’s just her hatred for HYDRA outweighs the hatred she has for your stupidity.” Nick smirks at them.

“Why would she hate us.” Steve frowned confused.

“There is always a story, but it isn’t mine to tell you and if she wants to tell you she will.” Nick nodded as he looked around the room.

“What can you tell us?” Bucky leaned in something was nagging in his mind and he couldn’t figure it out.

“She is like nothing anyone has ever seen, you only got to experience a small bit of what she can do. She is ruthless and she has killed more than any of you. Know this we are lucky to have her on our side otherwise we would be royally screwed.” Maria says as she walks in casually looking for Nick.

“What’s wrong Agent Hill?” Nick frowns looking at Maria.

“Agent Zero called and informed me there have been some... complications?” Maria raised a brow and Nat stiffen along with Clint and Fury.

“Did she say complication?” Nick looked at Maria who nodded, Nick pulled out his phone and called her, looking at the Team and putting it on speaker.

“Nicolas, how may I help?” She sang through the phone and gunfire could be heard in the background.

“What’s the complication?” Nick frowned at the phone and her voice.

“Oh you know some HYDRA goons decided to see if there was anything to collect and then saw me and may have wanted some target practice.” Nick could hear the amusement in her voice.

“We are coming to help!” Clint shouted.

“NO!” Y/N voice was hard and she had lost any kind of amusement it held originally.

“Why?” Nat was furious at her wife and wanted answers.

“You are far from the Team you were and you coming in would get me killed. I work alone for a reason, I don’t want to be a part of your Team.” Her voice is harsh and cold and Nat felt a little hurt.

“What?” Nat spoke softly.

“Trust me, Natasha, I would team up with you any day but having you drop in now would only get you killed. This isn’t your usual HYDRA Agents, think more Winter Soldier meets a diluted version of me.” They hear her grunt through the line.

“Zero!” Maria shouts.

“Stay the fuck down!” She shouts and they hear a loud gunshot ringing in the room.

“Agent?” Nick sounded worried.

“Don’t worry Nick I’m not dying on you yet, I have a few plans before that happens.” They can hear the smirk and mischief in her voice.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Nick looked at the Avengers who were staring intently at his phone waiting for her answer.

“Shit, shit, shit. Nick this is bad! Take me off speaker right now!” Nick frowned at her.

“Talk to me,” Nick said not taking off speakerphone.

“He’s here.” Was all she said.

“Sweetling, I know you are here.” They hear a voice on the other end.

“Nick!” They can hear the panic in her voice.

“You need him there,” Nick growled looking at Barnes.

“NO! He would be no use, he is not who he was.” She hissed back.

“Sweetling, I know you have no allegiance. I know you are trying to get your Soldier back... tell me that’s the only reason you are with them.” The male voice was louder.

“I have many reasons to do what I do. So what if I want the soldier back?” Her voice was cold and deadly.

“You killed all my men Sweetling, I want you to come back with me. None of this double agent crap... you can be Queen again.” They could hear him purr at her trying to entice her with a title.

“Who’s to say I’m not the Queen right now?” Something in her voice made them shiver, her tone held nothing but power.

“You are always are the Queen, but you need a King and I can be it. Drop the old and upgrade.” An image was being projected to Fury and they saw a burly man and the smaller form of Y/N from a drone she set up. Her head tilts back and they heard her laugh.

“You are hilarious thinking you’re an upgrade.” She cackled, it was cold and the room seems to chill with the sound of it.

“What's so funny?” He changed into a fighting stance.

“You were made to be nothing but guard dogs, sterile. Nothing but disposable! There is only one King and you should learn to respect him.” She growled, her stance like a lioness ready pounce. The look on her face was slightly feral as she snarls at him.

“He will never be King again.” He bellowed.

“Then I will never be Queen again.” She smirked back.

He charged at her and dived and she jumped to the side dodging him but grabbing his arm and swinging herself to land on his shoulder. Legs wrapped around his neck she twisted so fast and loud snap filled their ears and the room and the giant fell and she lept off him.

“Zero?” Nick shouted.

“I’m going to kill you, Fury!” She was pissed because she knew they heard everything.

“She’s a Queen? Bucky was there a Queen and King of HYDRA?” Steve turned to his friend.

“No, there wasn’t. This is nothing to do with you or your Team.” She growled viciously, this was a twisted truth but not an outright lie... I’m not a liar Y/N reminds herself. Nat didn’t know much about the term but Y/N had mentioned something about it being used when referring to her.

“Do you need a medic.” Maria was frowning at the hologram taking in some blood.

“Not my blood, I should leave before he wakes up.” Y/N walks over the body and loots a USB drive from the body and many other things. Checking each for bugs and anything else.

“You coming home?” Clint asked.

“I’m coming back to the compound, yes. It’s not my home.” There was something distant in her voice and they wanted to know who he was. They couldn’t make out his face only his form, almost like she’d done it on purpose.

“See you soon,” Nat said softly, she was worried. Nat knew something was off and there was an issue.

“Yeah... see you soon.” A frown could be seen on her face as she looks directly at the drone and it shuts off along with the phone hanging up.

“Did she say before he wakes up? We all heard that crack, he’s dead... right?” Tony looked at them and they all shrugged and then shivered as they felt the chill at their spines.

Walking in refreshed and in a pair of black jeans and a black tee-shirt, she drops on the sofa next to Clint.

“Barton.” She grunts.

“Zero,” Clint smirks.

The rest of the Avengers look at her and Clint as they stare at each other unblinkingly. Clint blinks first.

“Ha! I win!” She laughs, it was such a difference to the phone call leaving them with whiplash.

“Evil!” Clint growls going to tickle her but she catches his hands pinning them to his sides and sliding on his lap and then tickling him, he tries to buck her off but she doesn’t budge.

“Submit!” She smirks at him.

“Never!” He shouts and Nat laughs along with the rest of the team.

“Then perish!” She laughs.

Nat can’t help but fall deeper in love with the woman who is tormenting her best friend.

“Nat save me!” Clint shouts.

“I think I’ll pass, you made your bed maybe you should lay in it.” Nat tilts her head and stared at Y/N’s ass.

“Enjoying the view Romanoff.” Y/N giggled as she looked over her shoulder.

“Very much, but I’m not the only one,” Nat smirked, there was a glint in her eyes that Y/N knew well. The Widow was hungry and maybe a little jealous and it caused Y/N to smirk at her. Getting off Clint she saunters over and leans in close.

“Remember Romanoff you can look all you like, but you can’t touch.” Y/N lips were a breath away from Natasha’s and if Nat leaned in a little closer she would be able to kiss her. But, Y/N pulled away before she could and turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Clint shouted.

“Debriefing with Fury and Hill.” She called over her shoulder with a two-finger wave.

“That was so hot.” Wanda looked in awe at the doorway to Nat.

“That is just Zero,” Clint smirks at the shocked faces of the Team and Nat laughed as she dropped next to Clint on the sofa. They need to know more and they knew a perfect time would be team bonding night.

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Enya’s unexpected journey - Chapter 23

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I have nothing to say for myself. It took me 840237423 years to get this right, but here it finallly is! I hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 23

Summary: Smaug attacks Laketown. But did he really think that a certain fire-witch with a short temper would allow him to?

Warnings: Enya being a badass...

‘We are immortal We rise from the wraith We are eternal You are my blood legion My faith’

‘- I’LL SHOW YOU REVENGE!’

Smaug’s mighty, deafening roar rung through the hall. Still covered in the gold that Thorin had let come down on him, the fire-drake strode towards the other end of the great hall. His claws pounded into the floor, making the entire mountain shudder on its foundations. Sand and other rubble came down from the ceiling, covering the room and everyone in it, in dust. The dragon did not seem to notice and merely charged at the stone wall where once the main gate had been. The stone rumbled violently as it got crushed into nothing. The beast was loose. The silence that followed was quickly replaced by a strong wind that raged through the space. Its whistles got drown out by yet another, more malicious howl from the dragon. A heavy, flapping sound followed.

Wings.

Fuck! Enya opened her eyes. Although all her senses were on edge, she couldn’t seem to focus. The world was one big, glittering blur. In the distance, chains were clanging and a series of harsh Khuzdul curse words battered her ears. Slowly, she got up and regarded the huge opening where the sealed main gate had been in just minutes ago.

No. It had escaped Erebor.

She had failed.

Her feet seemed to have gained a life of their own as they started to move towards the gate, ignoring the jolts of pain that shot through her body with every step. She mumbled an apology when she almost tripped over the halfling, though he didn’t even seem to notice her. The poor chap had collapsed against the wall of the balcony and was staring into nothingness. There was molten gold everywhere, making the floor treacherously slick. The yellow liquid shimmered in the light, hurting her eyes. Enya winced when she slipped onto her knees. Her hands sunk into the molten layer and she heaved herself up, smearing the gold onto her breeches before pursuing her target again.

In hindsight, she should have known that slaying a mighty beast like Smaug was a dangerous, if not impossible- task. A fire-breathing, flying dragon was immune to flames and neither her air-bending skills nor her water powers alone were enough to kill. Smaugs’ hide was one of the toughest of its kind and the cunning nature of the beast made him hard to deceive. Although earth-bending could have been useful enough to choke the big beast to death, she had failed the one opportunity she got. She doubted she would get a second chance.

There was nothing for it. She had to use the last trick she had up her sleeve. If she didn’t, she would never be able to look Bard in the eye again. She promised him she’d give it her all. She had to try. Enya gritted her teeth. She needed free access to the lake, which meant she had to reach one of the higher levels around Erebor. Since the top of the lonely mountain would be a tad dramatic (and impossible to climb this fast), she had to settle with the second option.

She rushed past the gate, her eyes fixed upon the sky. Hundredths of meters before her, Smaug was soaring through the sky. Beneath him, Laketown was already burning. Enya’s breath hitched. Oh Bard… She broke into a run, her mind was solely fixed on the upcoming task.

Bring down the dragon.

Finally she had reached the overlook, standing in the exact spot she had been in during her vision. Her heart was hammering in her chest, blood pulsating through her veins. Smoke and fire blocked her view this time, but the cries of men and mighty roars from the dragon told her the fire-drake was very much still wreaking havoc on Laketown. She ignored her legs that were trembling and spread her hands. The smoke obliged and drifted away.

Nothing, not even her vision, could have prepared her for the chaos and devastation that was going on down below. Smaug was hovering over the town, setting fire to the few bits that somehow had managed to escape his fiery breath. The people that were still alive tried to get away using their boats, but the dragon made sure no one could reach the shore, as he caught up with them and destroyed their lives with one blow from his enormous claws. Enya swallowed hard. This was her fault.

A mighty rumble roared in the distance. She watched the huge dark clouds gathering above the hills on the other side of the lake. This was it. The storm was coming and this time, she was going to catch it. Her voice was no more than a whisper. ‘Come to me…’

‘ENYA!’

His voice was hoarse, sounding like he was on the brink of desperation. She turned on her heels, all focus suddenly forgotten.

Oh Thorin Oakenshield… she should have known. She should have made sure he stayed within the safeness of the walls. Of course he had gone after her. He would always come after her.

‘What do you think you’re doing!’ Thorin roared when he finally caught up with her. His hand enclosed her waist and he roughly pulled her against his chest. ‘It’s not safe outside!’

No, it’s not. For you.

‘Let go!’ she resounded while she tried to push him away, but Thorin was too strong for her. Enya gritted her teeth and tried to wriggle herself free. ‘You have to understand!’ she seethed. ‘I have to do this!’ ‘It’s too dangerous, and you proved that already.’ The king growled lowly as he pulled her with him. When she didn’t budge, he heaved a sigh and with ease he lifted her in his arms. ‘With or without your consent, you’re going back. Now.’ ‘Thorin!’ She rebuked fiercely, flames licking her palms. ‘Let me do my job!’

Across the lake, a flash of lightning struck. The king glanced up and hesitated for a moment, his eyes swelling with emotion before a harsh and determined look came over him. ‘No.’ ‘Put me down.’ Enya ordered again. Thorin turned and started moving towards Dale. ‘I will not do such a thing.’ ‘You idiot!’ she raged, but no matter how badly she struggled, he still held her firmly in his grasp. ‘Don’t you hear them? The people are dying out there!’ ‘I don’t care about the people.’ ‘Excuse me?!’ she cried out. ‘Did you really just say that you don’t care about the numerous lives this foul thing has taken already, just like it devoured the lives of your own kin decades ago? Didn’t you give a fuck back then too?!’ He came abruptly to an halt, his furious scowl chilling her to the bone. ‘What did you say?!’ She hit a nerve, like she knew she would. Enya licked her lips. ‘Just put me down.’ ‘No.’ He hissed. ‘I dare you to repeat that.’

She couldn’t bear to lash out like that again. Instead, her hands moved to cup his cheeks. Thorin was watching her with a livid expression displayed in his eyes, but he didn’t recoil from her touch. The bristles of his beard were rough against the soft skin of her fingers. Her touch left a faint trace of molten gold. His jaw was set in a harsh, determined line, lips pressed together. His chest was heaving up and down. Even when he was a mess like this, all sweaty and a mixture of gold and coal smeared across his face, she couldn’t imagine someone more perfect. He was her universe, her moon and her stars. She would never find a love like this again, nor would she ever long for another. Enya moved forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his unrelenting lips. ‘I should not have said it in the first place.’ She said softly. ‘I know how it devastated you. I’m sorry.’

Finally, Thorin lowered her down. But if she thought he would have let her go already, she was mistaken. Instead his arms slipped further around her waist, slamming her against his broad chest. Eyes locked, sapphire connecting with icy blue. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips.

‘I can’t lose more.’ His confession hadn’t been more than a low hiss, but she heard him loud and clear. Enya gestured shortly at the devastation that was going on behind them. ‘But I have to try. It’s our fault Smaug is on the loose. We should pay the price. Not them. They have done nothing wrong.’ ‘That’s debatable.’ ‘Thorin-’ ‘But if anyone should pay, it’s me.’ he muttered. Although he was still giving her a glowering look, his expression had softened a little. ‘Not you.’ She shrugged. ‘Erebor needs its’ king. I’m just a pawn in the game.’ ‘You’re not and you know that.’ ‘Not even in the beginning?’ Thorin inhaled sharply. ‘Do not mock me.’

A violent gush of wind almost blew them off their feet. Smaug had just passed them and there was no telling if he had noticed them. Thorin’s protecting hands grasped her to keep her in place, but reality had already crept through their bubble. The stench of burned wood and flesh burned through Enya’s nostrils and it made her gag.

Oh god, they had fucked up royally. They should never have entered the mountain, never should she have allowed Thorin to wake the monster. She should have heeded Bard’s warning and make everyone turn around. It have had been her who hadn’t been powerful enough to stop the fire-drake, as she allowed her love for Thorin to make her vulnerable to distraction. Deception. She failed her promise, and now the people were paying for her stupidity. And if that knowledge wasn’t bad enough, she was sure that Smaug would return to Erebor and finish the job. The beast would hunt Thorin down, and kill him. If that was their ultimate fate, she would take every effort to save his life. She would pay every cost. Even if it meant giving up her own life.

Another rumble roared above the lake. A faint smile curled her lips, her fingers caressing his chest. The moment had come. It was time for him to leave.

‘You have to go.’ ‘But what if…’ he began, but he then quickly swallowed his words as he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. ‘I don’t know.’ She replied truthfully, not daring to look up. Her eyes were glued to his chest, her fingers trailing the v-line of his tunic. The liquified gold on her palms still left its’ traces. ‘There is no choice…’ she murmured. ‘At least, not for me. My life means nothing compared to the lives of a whole town.’ His growl was hoarse. ‘Don’t.’ ‘It’s the truth, Thorin.’ Her eyes flashed up to his face. ‘Tell me, why would my life be worth more than hundreds of others? Just because I happen to have royal blood I wasn’t even aware of for most of my life?’ Thorin opened and closed his mouth. ‘Besides, I am one of few who actually have a fair chance against Smaug.’ Enya went on. ‘And if I have to bet between me and Bard’s black arrow...’ ‘What?!’ Thorin gulped. ‘The bowman has a black arrow?!’ ‘I’d choose me.’ she continued. ‘No. The bowman-’ ‘No Thorin.’ She insisted. ‘I trust that I’m strong enough. But then you have to trust me enough to let go.’

Thorin swallowed hard. His muscles were strained and she could almost see the mental battle raging in his mind. Protecting her against harm had always been a top priority for him and now she asked for maybe even more than he could give her. But there wasn’t a choice, not really. ‘I won’t forgive myself.’ Thorin finally murmured. ‘If you. Die.’ ‘Then it’s simple.’ She breathed. ‘I won’t.’ ‘But-’ ‘You have no choice.’ She told him. ‘Either you go back to Erebor yourself, or I will bring you.’

He gave her a soft glance. His sapphire eyes were brimming with emotion, still silently pleading her not to. His fingers reached for her face, gently brushing a few loose strands of hair away. ‘Do what you have to do.’ He finally rasped. Enya nodded slowly. ‘And should I fail…’ The king winced. ‘If I do.’ She insisted. ‘Make sure that bastard pays for all he has done.’ ‘How?’ Enya reached for her necklace and opened the lock. ‘No!’ Thorin protested heavily when she slipped it around his neck and secured it. ‘That’s yours!’ ‘Just to keep it safe.’ She told him. ‘But if shit hits the fan...’ ‘Blueheart.’ ‘Then you should head to Nogrod.’ She continued. ‘I believe this locket can-’

His lips claimed hers before she could share her thoughts, capturing her in a rough kiss. Sparks flared up in her stomach, spreading through her like wildfire. Thorin’s arms were shielding her from the cruel, outside world, his mouth pulling her into the realm of sheer pleasure instead. He didn’t know how badly she wanted to stay there and drown in his offerings, but...

With a groan, she tore herself away.

‘Enya.’ His tone was gentle, almost purring. The velvet baritone enwrapped her soul, soothing her fears. ‘Go.’ She said, while using the last moments to take in his gorgeous face. Her fingers followed his strong jawline and she moved closer to press a soft kiss on his lips.

He nodded and their hands slipped away when he took a step back. As he stood there, he seemed calm, subdued even- but only his eyes betrayed the depth of the emotions swirling under the surface. She knew there was nothing she could say to make them feel better about this. She didn’t even know if they would meet again.

‘OAKENSHIELD!’ Enya turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Smaug flying towards them. Oh fuck. So he had seen them after all, and now she was the only thing that stood between Thorin and death.

‘GO!’ Without thinking, she blew her One out of the way. Thorin gasped as a sudden gush of wind swept him off his feet, taking him backwards to the safe walls Erebor. ‘Give him a soft landing, please.’ Enya murmured while her hands crafted a huge wall between the dragon and his target.

Seconds later she watched as that same defense was crashed into nothingness when one fire-drake flew into it with a menacingly growl. Stone and rubble flew into every direction, covering the grounds with dust. Amidst the chaos, Enya saw a tiny figure struggling to stand upright. She quickly rose her hands to create a tunnel around the king, shutting him off from the grounds and leading him to safety. He probably was cursing her stubborn ass for once this time, she thought with a faint smile.

‘You again.’ Smaug hissed. He was standing amidst the rubble, eyeing her like prey. Though her initial plan had been to burn this fucker from the sky, she had to admit that facing him head to head was far more satisfying. Without destroying the lonely mountain in the process, of course. So with a smile, she saluted. ‘Hello to you too, oh Smaug the stupendous.’

Somewhere across the lake, lightning struck.

The fire-drake didn’t seem to notice. His muzzle was distorted in an awful grin. ‘You’ve got a lot of nerve, facing me like this again. Though I admire your persistency, you have nothing left to offer me. Prepare to die.’ ‘Someday I will, but not by your hand.’ Enya said matter-of-factly. Water started to trickle from her palms, pooling at her feet. Her body was on edge, feet at the ready. She knew that within moments, Smaug would launch his attack.

A scream escaped her when the dragon’s head suddenly shot forward and met her hailstorm. The beast howled in pain as the tiny, sharpened icicles met their mark. Enya jumped from the edge of the overlook and rushed towards the lake. As she ran, she heard wings rushing, telling her the dragon was ascending from the ground in pursue of his enemy. Without looking behind her, Enya sent another wave of fire and ice his way. A low hiss followed.

She made it to the lake safely. With a snap from her fingers, most of the water froze, leaving the parts of Laketown untouched. There was no time to regard the devastation going on up close, for the vile laugh of Smaug echoed through her being. The hairs on her arms stood up, her heart hammered in her chest. Suddenly, she felt an strong urge to run for it.

But hell! No son of Durin nor one from the Blueheart family flees from a fight. So instead, she held her ground and faced the fire-drake as he was now hoovering over her. His massive wings created a nasty wind that surely had knocked her off her feet if she hadn’t secured herself on the ice.

‘The longer I know you, the better I understand you have no idea what you’re dealing with!’ The dragon cackled, clearly pleased with himself. Enya grimaced when the beast’s vile breath reached her nostrils.

Oh dear God. Someone still really needed to brush his teeth.

‘I know exactly what I’m dealing with.’ Enya countered. ‘You’re just a tiny lizard who needs to give back what he stole.’ ‘Oh, I am trembling with fear!’ Smaug nagged her. ‘No. I meant Oakenshield and his One.’

Ah, there it was again. The Arkenstone. ‘Or perhaps Dolvira?’ Her mind gulped. Enya heaved a sigh. This wasn’t the time to worry about cockroaches, nor the king’s jewel. She took a deep breath as the ice beneath her grew, rising her up high. Welcome to the real world, brain. There was no time to worry about heights either.

Smaug had suspected the move and he seared through the sky towards her, claws at the ready. Enya’s fingers moved and strands of rope appeared, weaving themselves into a web. The fire-drake roared with hatred when he understood what she was doing, but it was too late to change course. When the beast nearly met her net, Enya jumped. The ice that had steadied her cracked. Another ice structure, the top filled with snow, arose. She landed rather softly, though her trembling body would beg to differ.

She watched as Smaug flew right into her trap. He raged as the web closed itself behind him. His claws scraped against the rope, but whenever one broke, two grew back. He then unleashed his fire, but quickly concluded that his cage was quite fire resistant. The dragon’s eyes turned to his nemesis, watching her with intense hatred. ‘What?!’ Enya pestered. ‘Don’t like your new home?’

A flash hit behind her on the frozen lake. Although she could not directly see it, she did see the light reflect into the dragon’s eyes. The rumble followed and roared violently in the air.

At last. The storm had obeyed her call and came to her aid. Enya kept watching the trapped dragon, knowing that seeing the actual tempest would do nothing to calm her mind. She had to trust her instincts with this one. Instead, she took a deep breath and braced herself. Feet grounded into the ice and hands at the ready, she waited. Around her the air grew static. Anticipation surged through her body. Only her legs were slightly shaking, betraying how nervous she was. Smaug was suspiciously silent, though his golden eyes glittered maliciously. Enya briefly wondered if he knew what was coming, what she vowed to do… While her own heart was hammering in her chest, the fire-drake seemed totally calm. Enya swallowed hard. If Smaug wasn’t afraid of what was to come, she had to keep herself together too and channel the fuck of out that lightning. She was nearly there... She just had to...

Then it struck.

It was everything and yet nothing like she had expected. Power in its purest form entered the tips of her fingers and surged through her flesh into her hands, scorching it to the bone. She was ablaze in the deepest pits of hell, ever burning- never resting. She was bright and beautiful, but also dangerous and in excruciating pain. It wasn’t surprising that many warlocks and witches before her hadn’t even dared to try to channel nature in its’ purest form, or died in action. It was a fine line that she now too had to walk, allowing the storm to consume her but containing it at the same time.

The stench of her own scorched skin burned through her nostrils. Enya screeched. Her voice sounded like an animal in mortal agony, so distorted yet profound- it didn’t feel like her own. The lightning bolts vibrated as they went, up her arms and reaching her neck. It felt like a thousand claws were scraping her skin, peeling the layers of her being away and leaving her vulnerable for the cruel outside world. There was no focus. Just pain. And though her soul would have taken it, all that trauma and agony, her body just couldn’t.

First, her legs gave in and Enya crashed down on the ice. Her hands were still raised, like she was praying to some divine creature high in the sky. The storm raged through her, shaking her from head to toe. Everything hurt. She was burning, her heart bouncing in an unusual, irregular rhythm. Soon, it would not beat at all. She watched the dragon, still caught up in his trap. No. There was no giving up. Fire danced in her eyes, ready for her last defense. The cage was already burning. She could hear the soft hiss from her fire, calling for her aid… It needed her spark. If she would just redirect this massive force surging through her, if she…

A sharp jolt in her chest made her cower and instinctively, she knew. ‘NO!’ she cried.

She couldn’t. There was no way she could allow the lightning bolts to take all of her, just as she wasn’t ready to take all the force in return. If she did so, her heart would perish… Maybe even before completing her task. There had to be another way. She had to let go. With all the might she possessed, she dragged herself to the ground and curled up in a ball. Ice crackled as it grew steadily around its’ mistress, protecting her from any harm to come. Enya hissed as the cold soothed her wounded skin. The frozen lake rumbled as one huge fire-drake was fighting its’ cage. Enya closed her eyes for a moment. She had an inkling that her lack of focus had weakened the rope, but she couldn’t decide if she should regain a bit of strength before facing Smaug again, or move while he was still loosely detained.

The decision was made for her. Next thing she knew, her safe haven was hurled up and thrown down again. As she crashed on the frozen lake, her defense splintered away and left her bare to the world. As quickly as she could, Enya scrambled herself together and started to crawl away. Tears blurred her vision, but Smaug’s laughter drummed in her ears anyway. ‘I knew you couldn’t take it!’ he cackled above her. ‘You’re weak, Enya Blueheart. Weak! Like your king.’ ‘I’m not.’ She whispered softly, while watching her shaking hands. She could barely hold herself. ‘Not. weak.’

‘FACE ME!’ the dragon shrieked. As much as she would want to face the vile creature, she couldn’t. The wounds on her body simmered, sounds around her distorted into hollow echoes. Her vision clouded. A howl left her soul when one of the fire-drake’s claws grabbed her broken physique and roughly turned her over.

And as she lied there on her back, taking in the frightening features of the dragon, she realized that even in his evil- and angriness, Smaug was a magnificent beast. Deadly cunning and majestic at the same time. In truth, Enya loved all animals, even the true monstrosities among them. It was a shame the fire-drake was so vile, because she would have loved to have a huge dragon of her own. On that note… Was evil born or made? She couldn’t tell. ‘I’m sorry your life turned out this way.’ She murmured. The dragon sent her a deadly glare. ‘Save me your pity.’ He spat while his claws dug into her flesh. ‘Better worry about your own fate.’ Enya wailed. Her eyes lost focus and they fell shut.

‘I can’t decide whether I want to smash you with my mighty claws or burn you to death.’ The dragon mused. ‘Perhaps I should eat you and see if I can taste your fear.’

She wanted to tell the beast yet again that she wasn’t weak or afraid, but her body refused any action. What was left was an overcoming weariness. So this was it… At last the end had come. Now all she had to do, was wait until she met her fate.

‘You know, I’m actually doing you a favor.’ Smaug purred on, not seeming to feel her desire to end it already. ‘Oakenshield will never choose you over the Arkenstone, as his love for it is too fierce. Think of it like this: I’m sparing you all that misery.’ Enya felt his vile breath on her face and waited patiently for the final ache. It never came. Instead, everything seemed to happen as once.

First there was a low whistling sound which could remind someone of an arrow, but much bigger. Then, the fire-drake howled in pain as something hit him with a nauseating smack. Enya was freed from his firm grip, though one of his massive claws left a deep cut on her left leg. Blood welled from the gap. Her eyes flung open. Smaug was hovering over her, but he seemed too occupied with the thing that had protruded his back to notice her freedom.

Enya’s hands shot forward and an avalanche of snow and earth tossed the dragon into the sky. Smaug growled furiously. He turned and tried to find his balance again, but that proved not to be easy. The beast cried out, his howl reverberating over the frozen lake. His hind legs were hanging uselessly under his body. The tail followed suit.

The fire-drake flapped his wings furiously in an attempt to steer himself towards Laketown. It was painful to watch. Enya noticed the large arrow on Smaug’s back and by the looks of it, it had penetrated deep into the spine. That clever bowman… Bard was an excellent archer, she had to give him that. Paralyzing a dragon from the legs down wasn’t an easy job. Enya lied on her back, panting heavily and feeling relieved the attention wasn’t on her for a second. She watched Smaug tumbling in the sky. He could barely carry his weight anymore, but somehow he still managed to make the way to the burning city. He reminded her a bit of a drunk truckdriver who had lost control of the steering wheel. The landing would surely be ugly.

But then it daunted on her. Oh Mahal, hadn’t Bard said there was only one black arrow left? Though the arrow had wounded the beast to a great extent, it wouldn’t protect against a wrath of fire…Oh Bard… Somewhere she found the strength to heave herself up and sit. A shudder went through her when she regarded the state of her poor hands. The skin had a fiery red color and she was covered in blisters. She winced and then forced herself to stand.

In the distance, she heard a small rumble.

Laketown was an absolute, burning mess. Smaug was nearing a certain part of the city and Enya could see a little figure standing at the bell tower. Or… should she say… there were once had been a bell tower? The dragon hissed angrily and Enya swallowed hard. A soft gush of wind passed behind her right ear, humming softly. It was so quiet she barely understood the words, but suddenly all became clear. ‘Let go…’

She nodded slowly. All that talk of taking control, the need to be stable enough to yield all of her powers. The fear of death, the guilt over the lives of others. Yes, it all was important to her, as it should be. But the most vital part she always had overlooked in life, was acceptance. Trust, in her own resilience. Faith, in the ways of the universe. Maybe she would die. Maybe she wouldn’t. Only time could tell. There were no guarantees when she was using powerful sources like this. She could only guide it the way she thought would be best. She was the vessel and pain was her penance. Nothing less, nothing more. She had to let go, it was imperative to her success.

Her fingers moved. The lake shook and with a loud roar, a dome like shape appeared all over Laketown. The dragon yelped as it was, once again, pushed away by a force of earth and ice. He crashed down on the roof, where he wearily continued with a next attempt to rid himself from the black arrow. ‘Oh no, my friend.’ She thought. This was do or die now.

Her cry echoed over the lake. ‘HEY!’

Dead silence followed. Smaug looked up from his place on top of the dome and he hissed furiously. ‘You. You did this.’ ‘Yes! Me.’ Enya screamed. ‘You see, you’re wrong! I am many things. But weak… WEAK ISN’T ONE OF THEM!’ The fire-drake growled and tried to ascended into the sky, ready for the last strike. But his hind legs couldn’t support him and he helplessly flapped his wings like a fish out of water. Enya smiled. Though her body felt broken and every fiber of her being feared the ache that had to come, her mind was calm. So there it was. A paralyzed dragon against a severely burned fire-witch. Who would you bet on?

‘I’m yours.’ She whispered at the dark clouds that gathered above her. ‘And you’re mine. Let me guide you. Come and get me. Now’

With a yell she shoved the dragon into the sky, giving him a head start. Smaug roared, probably seething with rage because of her obvious pity and he flew towards her. And as the dragon made his way across the lake towards his opponent, lightning struck. It consumed her being, relaunched her into the deepest pit of hell, but she did not care. If she was to burn, Smaug would burn with her. So without thinking, she directed her hands at her target.

In the corner of her eye, a life-sized figurine made of fire appeared. ‘We’ll help you.’ She whispered in Enya’s ear. Her voice sounded eerily like Enya’s own, but yet more… unpolished, raw. ‘Yeah.’ Another, a slightly deeper tone added and the soft thud of something heavy supported her on her left side. ‘You were never alone, En.’ ‘Hold on, honey.’ The third hummed, so soft it was barely noticeable. It whirled around her. ‘You’re doing just fine.’

‘We’ll take it, ladies.’ A fourth, singing voice joined. Enya felt it steadying her feet. ‘Let’s do this. Together!’

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bonnieisaway · 5 years ago

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that dumb saiki k fanfic i wrote but chapter 2

chapter 1 | story on wattpad

chp. 2 - not my intention

There was one part of auras that had always confused Aiura.

See, she was born with the ability to see auras and into the future and all that. Ever since she could walk and talk she could remember trying to figure out people based off their auras, learning what they meant.. Not only did auras reflect someone's personality, but they could also reflect memories they held dear, emotions they felt strongly, and even then her fortune telling let her tell so much more about them.

But there was one thing she didn't entirely understand, even now as a second year in high school. When she was 6 or 7, she started seeing a new part of auras. A red string.

A red string, in most contexts, connects two soulmates together by an invincible string tied around their fingers. When she was around 7 she noticed that her parents had one tied to each other. Some times she'd watch people pass each other on the street and notice them form. Red strings were a part of your aura and they had only formed when you had actually met your soulmate. Aiura had this come easy to her but what always confused her was why it took so long for her to see them. Or maybe, why did it take so long for them to form?

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Saiki sighed as he walked along behind his friends..and (L/n), who you could consider his friend, but it's up in the air if he'd say the same. As Kaido and Nendo bickered and Kuboyasu sided with Kaido, (L/n) fell back to walk next to Saiki. Her thoughts rang clear as she walked and scrolled through something on her phone.

'This feels kind of awkward..' (L/n) frets as she bites her bottom lip, momentarily glancing to Saiki. 'I wanna talk to him but he's giving off the "please let me go never interact with humanity ever again" vibe.' Oddly specific. Saiki almost wished other people could notice that as well. He supposed if he wanted to make a friend of this girl- get his likability up a bit- he'd have to take charge.

"Do you like the arcade?" Saiki asks her, turning his head to her.

"Yeah. I haven't been there in a while though.." (L/n) smiles and scratches the back of her head "Never have the time or money, haha.. how about you?"

"I used to go alot as a kid. But the games are all really easy now." Saiki shrugs, turning back towards the other boys yelling ahead of them as the arcade approached.

"Is that a challenge?" (L/n) grins. 'This could work perfectly..!'

Saiki smirks, looking at (L/n) at the corner of his eye. "Maybe." This could work perfectly...

"Hah, you're on!" (L/n) laughs as she begins to run ahead, dragging Saiki along by the wrist. Saiki shrugs to himself, letting her drag him along. (L/n) basically bursts into the arcade confidently. "Alright! You seem confident so I'll let you choose a game."

"Ooh, you two are competing?!" Nendo asks, popping up behind the two "Let us choose the games! That way it'll be fair." He's dumb but he's right. Saiki cringes a bit- they're going to call attention if he wins too much. He'll have to moderate his powers.

"Here, let me choose first!" Kaido interjects. "(Y/n), follow me." His face turns red. 'Maybe she's good at shooting games! If I choose a game that she wins at, m-maybe..' Saiki didn't want to hear anything beyond that. It was pretty easy to see where that was going.

"O-Oh, okay! C'mon, Saiki!" (L/n) beckons as Kaido lead her toward some sort of zombie-shooter game. Generally, they were pretty easy as long as Saiki didn't get startled. Lord knows what happened when he used VR.

(L/n) grins and picks up the blue colored fake gun. "Come on! Longest one alive wins!" She smiles, bending down and inserting 200 yen. Saiki does the same and sets his bag down, picking up the toy gun.. it should be easy to moderate his powers and give her a fair fight here...

...is what he told himself. Saiki didn't necessarily play games like these very often, if ever, because he'll either jump and blow something up or he'll lose and nearly break a controller. Nendo stood behind Saiki basically screaming support in his ear as Kaido stood next to (L/n) with starry eyes.

And Saiki lost. Horribly. By horribly I mean he lasted about a full minute before dying when (L/n) kept going for another 3 just to tease Saiki. Which was fine. N̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶. It was normal to loose at games. He'd just win at the next one so it'd seem normal.

He did not. Kuboyasu chose one of those racing games where the seat is the actual sort of motorcycle itself. The author doesn't need to explain herself here. They're pretty hard to cheat at with esp, but even then- Saiki and (L/n) alike were looking for a fair fight. Which they got. Which lead to Saiki losing horribly.

"Partner, come on, stop losing!" Nendo pats Saiki on the shoulder as he stands up off the seat with a face of- to say the least, discontent.

"Shut up." Saiki glares.

"Not so easy now, huh?!" (L/n) teases, shit-eating grin on her face. Saiki breathes out. He is a patient man. He is not going to get competitive over this. The only one that can beat him is him and he will win the next game.

..Why does he even care?

Kuboyasu chose the last game. It was one of those games where you threw basketballs into a hoop for a certain time limit.

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...would you be surprised if I told you Saiki lost again?

Saiki huffed as the machine made some stupid loud sound as (L/n) best his score. This time it was not his fault. He is perfectly fine at throwing the balls and would've made all the shots if he wasn't distracted.

He wasn't sure why he was. But for a minute there.. he couldn't take his eyes off (L/n). The way she focused on the game and her face lit up brightly every time she scored...by the time Saiki had realized he was staring he had basically already lost. This wasn't like him to get distracted. Something was off today.

Kaido had pointed out (how horribly Saiki had lost, and-) that they should get going. They'd spent a while at the arcade. Everyone agreed- if reluctantly- and grabbed their bags.

Walking out the arcade and towards there homes Kaido and Nendo continue to bicker- probably about the latest Jump.

"Stop looking so smug." Saiki comments, irritated with the girl.

"Whaaaaat?~" She laughs. "I'll make it up to you. You like sweets?" She asks. Saiki nods (violently) causing (L/n) to laugh. "I've got some coffee jelly back at my apartment. You should stop by."

Saiki nods in agreement- mainly for the coffee jelly, only about 1/8 for (L/n)'s company- as she waves goodbye to the other boys. Her apartment was only a couple blocks from Saiki's place.

"Alright then! Oh, look, they're playing baseball in the park again.. Wonder if Satou's playing." (L/n) points out as the pair pass the baseball diamond along their trek home.

There's a loud 'clang' and an indistinguishable shout before Saiki realizes.

..That the ball hit his head. Right in the power limiter. Shit. If he were alone, he could just teleport home and have his dad or mom try and fix it but (L/n) is right here. He's got one choice, and he's gotta pray that it works...

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"Saiki!" You screeched, as the boy fell forward and you just ever so barely managed to catch him before he hits the pavement. The ball must've hit him hard.. it even broke one of those hairclips he has. You set him down gently, picking up his bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You slide your arms under him and pick him up, standing slowly.

Jesus Christ. You forgot how heavy guys are. The last time you carried a guy was when (F/n) passed out on field day in middle school. Saiki wasn't heavy necessarily but you weren't necessarily Hairo level strong. You wanted to take him back to his house and tell his parents but there was a small problem.

You had no clue where he lived. At all. You knew he only lived a couple blocks away from you because Kaido told you but you didn't know where. So the best option was to take him back to your apartment.

What became a 10 minute walk home became a 20 minute walk as you struggled to carry the boy. He was knocked out, hard.. whoever hit that ball had to have gotten a home run. You wouldn't be surprised if the guy got two.

So after struggling for 20 minutes, nearly dropping the knocked out boy when you tried to unlock your door, and just generally regretting your decisions, you finally were able to plop the boy on your couch. Your tablet that you generally used for drawing was blown up with notifications from (F/n). Whoops. You set the tablet on your coffee table, calling him as you take the broken hairpin out of Saiki's hair, wanting to fix it.

(F/n) picks up fast, halfway through his English screaming as the connection struggles. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! I'm losing sleep, woman!"

"I'm sorry!" You laugh, fiddling with the hairpin in your hand. The pink ball on top had come off and some of the pieces on the bottom of the inside fell out. "I was walking home with that Saiki guy and a ball hit him smack in the head. Broke his hairpin and he passed out. I'm trying to fix the hairpin now."

"...And the guy?" (F/n) hesitantly asks.

"Heavy as fuck." You snort. It looked like small computer pieces on the inside but, who are you to judge? The problem was now this was a jigsaw puzzle and you hated those things.

"(Y/n)!" (F/n) shouts, reprimanding you.

"Calm down, he's fine." You smile. "I gotta fix this damn hairpin though and you're gonna do your homework and sleep young man." You jokingly glare into the camera.

"Fine, MOM. Bye!" He waves and hangs up. You lean your back against the couch as you continued to sit on the floor, now too lazy to get up. There was 3 major computer looking chips which by some dumb luck, seemed to fit pretty well in certain spots. They 'click' in pretty easily and the small pink ball fits back on pretty easy.

"Well..that should be about right..!" You smile confidently to yourself as you hold up the hair clip in your vision. You stand slowly and hover over the sleeping boy before gently placing the hairpin back where it once was.

You observe him for a second as you stand up straight again. He looks.. peaceful while sleeping. He wasn't smiling but he wasn't necessarily frowning, either. Content, really. You smile as you take off his green lensed glasses and set them on your coffee table. They'll break if he sleeps in them all the time.

You wander off to your kitchen, finally picking up your school bad and setting it on your dinner table. You grab a snack out of the cabinet and begin looking through your bag, pulling out miscellaneous homework assignments. You catch a glimpse out your window- the sun was already setting..

You hear Saiki in the other room shuffle around as he seems to wake up. You grave a coffee jelly and spoon from your kitchen before wandering over to him.

The strawberry-headed boy had sat up on the couch, eyes looking around confused. Hey, that was a good nickname.

"Hey, Strawberry. You're awake." You grin. He looks up at you confused and you freeze for a second. His eyes..

You didn't usually see his eyes very clearly since, green glasses lenses. Even then you hadn't known him for long. But his eyes... they were a mesmerizing violet color that you couldn't take your eyes off of. Realistically speaking, they were as plain as ever. But for some reason you couldn't help feel your face go red. Who's the strawberry now, motherfucker?

"Where am I?" He asks you.

"My apartment. You knocked the hell out when that baseball hit you and I didn't know where you lived so I carried you here." You hold out the coffee jelly and spoon to him, hoping he'll get the gist. He does and takes the snack faster than you could blink twice.

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Saiki took the coffee jelly from (L/n) greatfully, momentarily forgetting about his limiter that, as far as he last knew, was broken. He had knocked himself out when he was hit for a reason- he figured (L/n) would call one of his friends or someone else to help. He had better luck leaving it up to luck when passed out then staying awake and nearly starting a tsunami cause he breathed wrong.

"Oh, by the way," (L/n) starts, "I tried fixing your hairpin. I tried my best." Saiki looks at her a bit confused before taking out the power limiter, and looking at it carefully...it was put back together just about the exact same way it was before it got hit..

"Thank you." Saiki turns to (L/n). She smiles and nods. 'Oh thank god I didn't fuck up.'

"No problem." She smiles. Saiki loses his train of thought for a second as he watches the girl's face brighten. He turns to set down the now empty coffee jelly cup down on the coffee table. He blinks for a second. His glasses are set on the coffee table.

(L/n) must've taken them off, but why wasn't she turned to stone? She should be frozen in place a long while ago. He picks up his glasses and stands up, putting them over his eyes as he throws away the empty coffee jelly cup.

His mind was racing. Was this girl a physic? Why was she immune to so many of his powers? Why was she kinda cute?

(L/n) interested Saiki. She wasn't affected by nearly any of his powers and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand it confused him highly and made him want to be wary on the girl, but the other part of him was interested in this girl. She was someone who he saw as normal, she wasn't a nusience like the rest of his friends. His chest felt light with an emotion he wasn't quite familiar with. The ever intriguing girl had ignited something in him that he wasn't sure what it was.

"You okay?" She asks as Saiki stands in thought. He hesitates, but smiles. "Hey, Strawberry, it's getting late. Want me to walk you home?" She asks, now with a shit eating grin on her face. Saiki, yes, the strawberry, feels his face turn warm and his heart skip a beat at the nickname. He wasn't sure why. He sighs to himself. He's overthinking things today. His pyrokenisis must be acting up since his limiter was out earlier.

"...Sure..but what's with the nickname?" Saiki asks.

(L/n) shrugs as she stands, walking to her front door and bending down to put her shoes on. "I dunno. It fits."

Saiki sighs at this curious girl and grabs his own shoes, following her out the door.

The two walk in silence as the sun sets, darkening the world around them. (L/n)'s thoughts are generally quiet. 'Fuck, I'm cold. I should've brought a jac- or not?'

Don't get Saiki wrong here. He's only warming her up cause he feels bad. They continue to walk in silence, until they stop in front of Saiki's house.

"This is my h-" Before Saiki can finish his sentence none other than is mother, Kurumi Saiki, comes out the front door, fretful about her son.

"Oh, Ku~chan! Where have you been, I was so worried!" Kurumi frets as she hugs her son close. Saiki sighs and squints his eyes at (L/n), who has a shit-eating grin. Kurumi turns around and spots (L/n). "Oh, and who is this lovely lady?" She asks excitedly. Saiki about rolls his eyes into the back of his head.

"I'm (L/n)! I apologize for keeping your son out for so long. He passed out when we were walking home so I took him home cause I didn't know where you lived." (L/n) scratches the back of her head awkwardly. Kurumi's face lights up.

Saiki cringes as his mother pulls the poor girl into a hug. "Aah, thank you for looking after my boy you're just so sweet I'm his mom Kurumi Saiki thank you so much for befriending him!" Kurumi gushes so quickly the author forgot to write punctuation.

(L/n) finally gets to breathe again when Kurumi lets go of the hug. "It's nothing, really," She smiles. "He's cool."

Kurumi starts to gush once more when (L/n) laughs awkwardly. "You're really sweet, Mrs. Saiki, but I have to get going."

"Oh, of course! I'm sorry for keeping you! Have a good night." Kurumi smiles.

"It's alright. Bye!" (L/n) smiles as she walks off into the night. He walks inside with his mother and takes off his shoes before walking to his room, sighing as he sits at his desk.

Why does he have such a headache..?

i apologize for any spelling errors! i’ve been writing without my glasses because i’ve been sick

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writingsofmyimagination · 6 years ago

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Conjecture |5|

Yoongi x Reader

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

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Warnings: Smut :), soft piano scene,

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//Yoongi was sparring constantly with regret, why did he choose to work over spending more time with you? The fact he couldn’t answer himself only exasperated his irritation; the only way he could justify himself was acknowledging you’d both probably be getting drunk and by not going he was severing any possibility he’ll leave himself vulnerable by confessing any of his true feelings. All reason ceased to exist when his phone pinged beside him.

-You’ll never guess who’s turned up as a surprise performer-

Hobi knew he was never indulge in this guessing game.

-When have I ever guessed anything you’ve said to me :P –

-True …-

He was never going to reply nor did even need to finish reading the name, he almost stumbled vaulting himself out of the chair and racing to get dressed before leaving in a frantic state. //

You followed Yoongi like a scolded child, conscious of your surroundings you had the sense to not cause a scene, your glare burned hot into the back of him as he ended up leading you to the underground secure car park of the venue. The minute you stepped out of the elevator the simmering temper boiled over.

“What right do you have coming here and telling me what the fuck to do, my career was nearly non-existent because of that prick” The start of your career was stunted slightly when you were due to release a collaborated song and you refused to agree to release it or have anything to do with it with no reason. That you gave anyway.

“You’re seriously going to make me repeat myself, I’m trying to save you from fucking yourself and your career over” He’d stopped and turned, his jaw muscles twitched as he clenched his jaw, it was as if he’d swallowed a hot fire seed which grew and he was fighting to keep the flames from escaping.

“And besides, how are you any better than he is” you spat back, his eyes grew as wide and as puzzled as physically possible.

“What did you just say?” the glare he shot at you had you stumbling over your thoughts as he minimised the distance between you.

“Well you know what he did yet you still thought it was okay to take me home and sleep with me when you knew I was in no state or right mind” and there it was, the root cause of all your distaste for the guy stood frozen completely flabbergasted in front of you.

“What? We’ve never… what do you actually remember from that night” Your anger was an inferno with no intention of dying out, you refused to acknowledge any excuse or explanation he’d try and offer. You stood there confidently chest out, refusing to back down.

“You storming into my dressing room peeling that asshole off me and saving me, then finding myself awake and undressed in your bed with you nowhere to be found”

“So you don’t actually remember much then, jesus is that why you’ve been such a bitch with me? You thought I’d do something like that?” He was expression was nothing less than mortified, his face drained of the little colour he already had. Scowls had seeped into his words at the accusation, your inebriated system had caused a delay in processing any of this information.

“Let me fill you in, I came to your room to congratulate you on the single and ask you out, I get outside your dressing room and hear some kind of struggle. When I saw him forcing himself on you I acted completely on impulse, yes I pulled him off you, how do you think he broke his nose huh? Me! You was in a complete state, hysterical. You made me swear not tell anyone and not to involve the police, you were petrified of anything affecting your debut. You begged me to just take you home but I wasn’t going to let you be on your own; so yes I took you home. I cold compressed where you felt bruised and even sat with you until your tears stopped. When I left you in my room you were dressed. Whatever you did when I left was nothing to do with me. I slept on the couch”

You may as well have been hosed down with ice water with how this revelation had slapped you in face. You were struggling to even formulate a response, your hot headed ness soothed rapidly to a quiet motion, your chest deflating, you’d shrunk dramatically in size.

“Why… why did you never tell me?” the toxicity of your tone had also dissipated into nothing.

“Tell you? You never gave me a chance, I’d left to go get you some breakfast and some toiletries or whatever so you could at least freshen up and by the time I’d got back you’d left. It’s not like we’d ever exchanged numbers, I got hold of your management and if you remember you refused any contact with me” he spoke with a subtle defensive aggression, his pride and beating heart wounded caused the brightness in his eyes to dim as the blood flow slowed. How could you have got this so wrong, you’d hated and blocked a genuine thoughtful guy from helping you and assuming the worst out of him. The spiral of guilt started gaining momentum dragging with it embarrassment and shame. Yoongi apparently seeing this downfall of your own declining thoughts on your face he comforted his hand over yours.

“Yoongi I’m…”

“Hey” his tone had lowered to a soft and soothing blanket. You hauled your chin up and met his gaze with heavily water filled eyes.

“It’s okay” the glaze of caramelizing sugar coating his eyes. Your mind became a void, unable to even comprehend how you felt in this moment. The only physical response currently manifesting was a racing pulse and the dull remnant ache between your legs that apparently had refused to subside through the drama.

“Okaaayy… you clearly need rescuing from your mind, come on let’s go home” Yoongi finally said.

“Thanks” you offered a weak smile and allowed Yoongi to drive you home.

“You came to ask me out?” you finally asked bemused after your brain had stopped endlessly whirring. Your mind had settled, a calm and contented void creeped over your being.

“That’s seriously the first thing you’re going to say?” he chuckled.

“Let’s just pretend it’s the drink, come on spill” the alcohol was only mildly impairing you or your actions but it was definitely making teasing him more amusing. Even in the darkness, the flickering of the street lights illuminated a slight tainting of his cheeks to a light pink. His mouth dropped opened slightly in a grin and rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

Firstly fuck that was hot, secondly he still blushed, were there still feelings?

“Okay, now I’ll rescue you shall I?”

“Please” he was thankful for the dodge.

It was almost as if a dam had broken between the two of you, animosity completely evaporated you don’t remember ever laughing so much in such a short drive.

Your hand gripped at the back of your heels as your feet adjusted to the cold tiled floor of his apartment. You dumped your bag on the side and your shoes cluttered to the floor as you hoped onto the breakfast bar in a happily adolescent manner.

“And do you remember how much forehead you had when your hair was all spiked up” you jested, bending over to soothe your exhausted stomach muscles

“How is that worse than those pig tails you used to have on the side of your head and especially that weird bit of hair you had dyed separately” his adorable laugh and smile were constant, you were doing best to not snort in between hardly catching a second to take a breath.

“Okay, okay we both made some terrible fashion choices” you conceded sipping some much needed water.

“But didn’t we think we were IT”

“Oh my god we sooooo did” you took longer than you needed to sliding off the bar and bouncing to join Yoongi on the couch, your hand dripped over the back, legs tucked under you. Yoongi was practically a mirror at the other end.

“But you know what I stand by the music, I don’t regret any of it” a solemn smirk rested on your face, your mind skimming through your back catalogue and more early releases. It brought to you a sense of warmth that seared through your blood, re-iterating your passion for you work.

“Really? He exclaimed “Even your cover of Monster?” he winced, a coy smile burning through his scrunched features. In retaliation you launched a pillow as a projectile, he deflected the incoming with ease.

“I mean…” you chuckled “That was a steep learning curve but it was lesson I needed all tooooo much” The amused atmosphere dissipated into a calm contemplative silence. You observed his features with a fine toothed comb, adoring everything your eyes rested upon. You was lost in a vivid day dream come to life. The tall stand-alone lamp illuminated a glow around you and the piano. The piano.

“Play me something” you implored, pumping as much glucose into your voice and your pleading eyes to win him over.

“Now?”

“Mmmhmm” your head rested on the back of the sofa arm cradling your hair, you curled up nuzzling against the doughy comfort of the chair.

“Well how can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?”

He shuffled on the small leather stool until he’d achieved his desired position, his long slender fingers ghosted across the length of the keyboard as is to tease the music awake before he made his own. The melody was beautiful, so soft it breezed straight through you resulting in you feeling fuzzy, your gaze drifted from the hands capable of bringing an entire room to awe to the focused, absorbed face staring at nothing but the keys depressing down under his touch. At times he even closed eyes for several keys completely washed over with his first love. He plays like nobodies watching, and you watch drowning in the soul he pours out when he plays. He really was a beautiful human in every way.

Could things have worked out differently?

“Y/N are you alright?”

Pulled out from the waves you grew aware your eye’s had filled and small droplets had escaped and trickled down your cheek. Wiping the vulnerability away in a rush to sit up composed, eyes down as you became way too self-conscious.

“Yes, I’m fine that was just beautiful, and another word about thi…” your unfinished defensive threat was halted, the delicate comforting pressure of his lips soothing yours rattled your heart, swept you into a level of perfect contentment. You leaned into the hand cupping your face like a fragile shell.

“That was beautiful, I’ve wanted to do that for years” the subdued, washed out tone of his voice cracked the already frail shell that resembled any resistance to his words.

Any negative wrongly believed views or opinions of him melted down, fluorescing into a warm beautiful orchard of uncovered adoration.

“I should never have made you wait or been such a bitch” you leaned to him to acknowledge your mirrored feelings. It wasn’t long before the beautiful orchard became a blazing forest fire spreading through the pair of you dangerously fast. He offered up no resistance as you pushed him back and straddled his waist, his hand to the back of your neck; the other wasted no time in creeping up the outside of your thigh. His fingers teasing excited exhales from your lips which were directly captured amongst the flurry of hot and heavy kisses. Your lips hardly ever parting, his hand slipped from grasping the curve of your behind to navigating southwards towards your pulsing bundle of nerves. You refused him and clipped his hands together under one of your hands above his head.

“Did I say you could touch me there?” You teased unable to keep a smirk from growing wide across your face. He didn’t respond, his eyes were blown out full of swirling passion and disbelief that this was finally happening. You watched his eyes intently unaware you were staring directly into a warzone of thoughts

“We can’t do this right now” he breathed, even you could hear the reluctance in his voice.

“What…why?” you sat back onto his lap, releasing an exaggerated huff.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, god I do” he paused, you followed his eyes downs to rest at his clothed erection “Obviously” his eyes snapped back “You pretty much hated me for years because you thought something had happened when you were drunk. I’m not risking that again, I wouldn’t feel right”

You sat intently taking in every word like each one was a secret code to save your life. The respect you had for him swelled uncontrollably, you understood his reasons with perfect clarity but the frustration attempted to blur the view

“I’m not even that drunk!” you whined contesting against his good natured reasoning. He went to speak again but you were not done. “But I get it” you carried on more softly conceding. “And don’t think I won’t make you regret this, it’s not nice to get so worked up” you toyed, ideas of your own back already blooming in your mind.

“Mmm I can’t wait” his face creasing into an appeasing smirk.

Interesting

“Well I’ll see you in the morning then” you leaned forward and gave him a strong kiss dragging his lip out slightly between your teeth before abruptly leaving him like the flustered, regretful mess he was on the sofa.

You was still going to have a bit of fun with him tonight if it killed you. Once you was all settled in bed you grabbed your phone, the bright artificial light blaring away the true darkness around your vicinity.

-To think you didn’t even get to feel how wet you made me-[23:47]

Normally the fresh scent and the comfiness of the bed would threaten to drag you into an unconscious state but currently you was way too charged, your eyes were wide managing the silhouettes of your room. Your eyes dropped shut accompanied with an exhale as your fingers glided blissfully through your arousal.

-Is this you making me regret my decision? Because that ship sailed when you left me wanting nothing more than to feel that under my tongue??-[23:49]

-Well if you’d decided to not think so much it would be your tongue and not my fingers right now. Your loss-[23:50]

A quiet gasp left you as you began teasing yourself imagining the sight of his head nestled in between your thighs.

-Fuck.Want to know what I’m thinking now?-[23:52] You interest was piqued immediately, you began tilting your hips pushing into your fingers.

-Depends, if it beats me thinking about how I want you right now-[23:53]

-And how’s that?-[23:53]

You took a beat to slow the pace of your fingers and considered whether to tell him you’d like him beneath you begging you to let him cum whilst your hands were round his neck. Maybe not just yet.

-you first-[23:54] While you waited for his response you rolled over and fished out your bullet vibrator from the depths of your bag and clicked it on to your favourite setting. Your moan escaped you with much more volume than you could control.

-You better not be touching yourself, if you are stop. I never told you you could-[23:54] you hastily added.

-I’m just thinking of how I could walk in there right now get you on all fours and have you cumming around my cock while my hand is yanking your hair back with you crying my name.[23:55]

A second buzz immediately followed the first, you edged yourself to read the second message

-Also are you serious? Of course I’m touching myself and I can hear you moaning, it’s driving me insane-[23:55]

You was too far gone at this point to stop your climax pulsing through you. When you’d drifted back down from your high you sent your reply, hints of aftershocks were still washing through.

-Good!-[23:59].

You woke up in a vacuum of darkness, the day had yet to even stir. A Slight thumping clouding your head. You pulled over a nightshirt and slowly bumbled your way to the kitchen and helped yourself to a glass of water. Filling your second glass you headed back to hopefully shift back into your dreams, you hesitated passing Yoongi’s door teetering on your next actions. Decision made you twisted the handle delicately and crept around the furniture you could see through the shadows utilising the moonlight which trickled in through the curtains. He was asleep on the right side, you silently slid in on the left shuffling with gentle motions toward the centre of the bed before rolling over and shifting to face outwards. The sleeping prince next to you stirred, nuzzled closer into the back of your neck and an arm drifted round your waist.

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years ago

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| marked | j.jh | ch. ten

genre: superpower!au

a/n: italics in this chapter also meant dialogues. you’ll know what i mean. ^^ enjoy reading! ~j.

a cold hand caressed yours, waking you from the trauma. you flinched at the touch and it was too familiar to even forget. it belonged to jaehyun. you looked around to search for his presence except..

you couldn’t see much. they partially blinded you. light was still there but everything else was blurred.

“jaehyun? are you here?” you got off the leathered chair and swung your hands sideways. apparatus fell onto the floor as your palms wiped the cold surface of the nearby counter. soon hands caught your wrists, however, they were shivering; not from the cold but fear was felt in these precious hands. your body was pulled against his for a hug.

“if you’re here, why aren’t you answering me?” your voice cracked at the sudden the action.

“y/n i can see you, but i can’t hear you well.” he said with held-in chokes and sobs. “and i think it’s similar with acute hearing loss. your voice is muffled to me.”

suddenly he felt your hands cupping his cheeks. all emotions came to you. death wasn’t even in your mind at the moment as you realised how valuable it was. tilting your head to the side, jaehyun tapped it to assure you that escape was the priority.

“be my ears while i’ll be your sight. we have to get out of here before they find us again.” he then tugged you to be beside him whilst he led the way.

jaehyun knew the shape-shifters’ attempt to injure the two of you resulted in the fact that you both weren’t absolutes anymore. he had thought maybe if you and him weren’t absolutes but marked instead, your senses wouldn’t be as limited, that you both wouldn’t have to go through such horrid experiences that scarred you for life. he took glances behind him as he ran with you. the hallway and rooms were empty by which in a place like this, there were supposed to be people who looked out. he wasn’t worried about the enemy being present at a time like this. what worried him was that they deliberately chose to be absent. like vipers who hid and waited for a right timing to attack and make its prey stumble in its own fear. they wanted them to be aware that they were watching.

the building shook and it took a while for jaehyun to see the figures ahead, walking towards them. he didn’t see them clearly, but their presence made him stop in his tracks. were they the enemy? or rescuers?

pieces and chunks of aged concrete had fallen from above. the dust of once cinder blocks covered your heads. the place was about to give in. “i can’t find an exit.” you signed to him.

as the holder of death inducement you feared of taking people’s demise. and right now you feared of whether you would make it out alive. it was better to be injured than to not be able to see your friends again. “someone might be doing this, they probably knew we were going to escape.” you hear jaehyun pant.

hands of great force pulled you both to one side, and the rough ground surface probably grazed every part of your flesh. it took a while for jaehyun to see the figures ahead. he didn’t see them clearly. were they the enemy? or rescuers? inaudible conversations started to catch your attention. it was on every corner of the place you were dragged into. jaehyun still had his hand in yours, but his breaths were heavy that you couldn’t tell what he was seeing.

“crap i thought they were that bastard wonhee and his fiancé boreum!” you heard a voice too familiar to flinch at his presence.

“so you just took whoever passed through our cell?” another asked.

“yuna, they might be their underlings! i can’t be lenient when we’re in the middle of possibly dying!”

yuna? she was here with you along with her team. but with them there was a chance that they could be shape-shifters who attacked you at the mountain top.

the moon as the only light source for now did not clearly reveal the faces to jaehyun, and seconds later little did he know he thought he wouldn’t be able to see them again. jacob squinted his eyes at the larger figure behind you, but the darkness of the room with a small squared window wasn’t enough to shine some light.

jaehyun felt your body standing up. he grabbed your hands and whispered onto your ear. “it’s bangchan and the others. the shape-shifters from earlier had passed from your power. i tell you it’s really them, my friends. trust me y/n.”

you refrained from doing so as jaehyun stood instead. “yuna, you’re seokmin’s girlfriend, yes?” they darted their gaze onto you. jaehyun did the same and wondered what you had told them.

“i’m y/n and i’ve been captured by the people from here. jaehyun’s with me too.” your sighing voice was interrupted with their bustled tones of hope.

“jaehyun?” they questioned until you pushed his body to the front. cries of joy and cheers slightly shocked you.

“you’re here! we’re finally getting out!” bambam pulled the lad for a hug, and the others had followed, for a group hug.

“he’s like the best in combat and for sure we can go home!” bangchan laughed in joy, that the echoes bounced from every corner of the room.

they waited for answer but jaehyun only stared admiringly with a sincere smile. their expressions of happiness replaced with lifted brows.

“we were captured because we were the last absolutes. they wanted us killed.” you said in a low voice where the rest of them gathered in front of you, all ears into listening like it was some legend’s story.

“if they wanted you dead, why are you still alive?” jacob had his arm crossed as he gestured to point at you. “unless you’re a ghost i’ll really freak out.”

“if i tell you, you’ll be shocked. but it’s something you all ought to know.” you smiled but sadness seen in your lips told them otherwise. the pause was an eternity to them, more than the waiting time that had for refuge. “other than us being absolutes, jaehyun and i are also called ‘marked’. we’re the holders of life and death inducement respectively.”

whispers grew from them but they weren’t questioning ones. “so you just.. killed the people who attempted to murder you?” lisa asked.

“it wasn’t by will. i couldn’t control it. if i could i wouldn’t have taken countless of lives in the past years.”

“she’s dangerous.” “give her to wonhee and boreum.” “i agree. we’ll all die if she’s with us.” “jaehyun stays but y/n leaves.”

jaehyun saw some of them taken aback. they had the right to be afraid at someone so strong and deadly. he then stood in between you and the others.

“i don’t know if they’ll believe me, jaehyun.” you signed to him.

“but they will believe me.” he replied back. jaehyun looked at his friends, pleading them with his eyes.

“you all know i’m an absolute for hearing. y/n came weeks ago and the system said she was like me; but an absolute for sight. during the survival game, shape shifters who disguised themselves as you all had attacked us, captured us and attempted to kill us because we were absolutes. on the bright side though, they only managed to partially deafen me and partially blind y/n. and with her as a marked, she couldn’t control the power she has. unlike me who could do it by will. y/n’s not dangerous, she really isn’t. if there was something to fear it shouldn’t be her. it’s her power.”

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within hours of explaining of everything since the start, they immediately accepted you and just like that you were now talking with yuna. “how’s seokmin? is he doing well?”

“he is. though he still fights with mingyu every now and then.” you giggled. “he misses you a lot too. just before the shape shifters attacked us, he held onto the locket necklace, looking at your portrait.”

you sensed yuna tear up at the short memory you gave her. “i miss him a lot too. y’know y/n, we tried our hardest to get out of here. but seeing wonhee, boreum and their underlings, they’re on a different level. their powers were something i’ve never seen, nor do i know there were actually existing holders of those categories.”

yuna’s words made you remember the time you and jaehyun got separated from the others during the teleportation. it was simultaneously slow yet quick that you had no idea if that was possible. eunha’s scream still lingered in your mind and you probably hear that again if you were to see her again.

“someone’s coming.” lisa said so suddenly that everyone began to stand in their positions. her power was similar to eunha’s, where she could see sounds waves as colours.

younghoon pulled you and jaehyun just right behind him. jaehyun saw how you had camouflaged so quickly like the metal wall. he remembered how he was an adapter like seokmin and mingyu. he later saw his hands disappearing as well.

the screeches of metal made everyone in the room flinch to bend on their knees, where the underlings appeared like mist, searching for you and jaehyun.

“i don’t suppose you all saw a boy and a girl pass by here, do you?” the underling laughed seeing the feared faces of your new encountered friends.

“no, why would we?” bambam asked. “you locked us in here that we couldn’t even see the outside.”

“i guess that’s possible then.”

jaehyun saw the other whispered to the man, who obviously looked at younghoon in doubt.

“younghoon, you’re acting quite strange today.” he walked forwards slowly. “what do you have there? why are your hands behind you?”

“i’m just scratching my butt.” he shrugged, earning a giggle from his friends. “i can prove to you if you wan-”

“unhygienic as ever.” he scoffed. “leader wants you all at the grounds in an hour. you’ll meet your doom, and you won’t escape from here ever again.

the underlings left like how a television screen would turn off. the heavy sighs explained the tension and fear they had for them. it was a miracle that they survived here day after day without getting killed.

but that was day was today.

“he uses holographic projection but you could tell it’s rusted. so flawed you could tell he did not master the power.” sujeong rubbed her temples.

jaehyun turned to you with a confused look. he could sense something was wrong.

“your friends are scheduled to be executed. we all have to escape here and-” you signed to jaehyun and told him what they had said.

“luckily we have an escape plan.” sujeong giggled tiredly. “we could’ve gotten out before but every time we attempted, we’ve been caught several times with the previous being our fourth. so we waited for the time until they told us the day of our execution.”

“how will you escape without knowing the directions?” jaehyun asked.

bangchan laughed again, and his contagious feature made you laugh as well. “did jaehyun forget that i’m a manipulator for metal? i drew out the footprints of this building by touch.” he brought out a crumpled paper from his back pockets.

“we’re the elite team of the core.” jacob boasted. you doubted for a second until jaehyun had agreed with him. “the years before yugyeom’s team got the champion title, our team always won. we could win the survival game, so why not with this?”

“we’ll go forth with the plan. it won’t be a problem with two extra people. the plan won’t change unless something comes up. will you try your best to not drag us down?”

“i recently joined a team who won five years consecutively. i don’t see us failing you.” you smiled, and as the mirrored you, you knew you have earned their trust.

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| marked — chapter ten: locked-away pals |

#nct 127 #nct #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun marked series

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nomad-draws · 5 years ago

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WIP Intro: Hindsight

Hindsight is a modern day fantasy about a young girl named Zalenia who gets pulled into a world of magical guardians sworn to protect the many worlds they call dimensions. When she herself begins developing special abilities and learns a mysterious group known only as the Blanks has targeted her, she’s forced to question who and what she is as well as what she’s willing to become. It’s a story of found family, finding your place in a world that doesn’t make sense, and facing the past to create a new future.

Category: YA Genre: Modern Fantasy, Action Point of View: Third Person Status: First Draft

Chapter Excerpt (Below the Cut):

Surreal. That was the best way Zalenia could describe it. When she opened her eyes, she found herself floating among the clouds. She could tell the sun was setting--wherever it was--by the hues of oranges and deep purples that were cast on the fluffy mounds.

She briefly remembered long car rides as a young child, gazing up through the rolled up windows and wishing she could reach out to touch one of the clouds far above her head. Of course, as she grew older, she realized like all children that clouds were nothing more than water particles that had gathered together after evaporating from a larger body of water.

However, being so close to the clouds now, she couldn't help but reach out and try to touch them.

Suspended in air, she could just barely get the tips of her fingers to graze one of the clouds. Her eyes widened at the soft, cotton-ball texture beneath her fingers. She tried to reach further to grab a whole fistful of the cloud but found herself being sucked away, slowly at first, then rapidly.

Memories of car rides were gone and replaced with the thought of riding roller coasters and warp speed. Her stomach did somersaults and she squeezed her eyes shut. The sensation went on and on until she began to grow accustomed to it, then finally opened her eyes.

She immediately regretted it. All around her images flashed by quickly as if she were moving down a tunnel of never-ending movie clips.

Some of the images were beautiful as they flicked by, Zalenia just processing them before they were gone. Sunlight shimmering across the open sea, a ship sailing straight towards the horizon. Stone archways stretching for above her head and into a canopy of stained glass and vines. A meadow of wildflowers leading to a small house on the hill by the seashore.

But many of the images were horrifying and seemed to last far longer than any images of beautiful sights. Flashes of lightning illuminating a battlefield where people in white fought against a mismatched army. Torchlight flickering against stone walls as someone far down the hall screamed in agony. Sand whipped around her and she could almost feel it gritting against her eyes and between her teeth.

But more disturbing than even those images were the ones that she recognized. The first one caught the corner of her eye and she forced her body to turn towards it, only to find herself crashing into the image.

Her hands and knees hit shag carpet as she tumbled across her own living room floor. Suddenly she was ten years old again, lying in the middle of the carpet with her homework sprawled out in front of her. The house smelled like a cheap candle that was supposed to give off the sent of summer dreams but smelled more like fake strawberries to Zalenia. Rock and Roll music poured into her ears from headphones that she twisted the cord to as she looked over a particularly challenging word problem.

Up on the couch, her brother sat criss-cross applesauce, hunched over a video game controller as he leaned closer and closer towards the screen. He was sixteen and "going through a phase" as her dad liked to put it. He would always lower his wire-framed glasses down to the tip of his nose and wink at Zalenia as he said it.

All in all, it was a perfectly normal Wednesday in their household.

Zalenia looked up as a cool breeze tugged at her curls. Her dad entered the house, smiling as he shrugged off his jacket. His hair had once been as vibrantly ginger as hers was, but it was getting grayer as the years went by. His eyes were still bright, a deep brown with smile wrinkles in the corners of them.

She pulled her headphones off, grinning up at him, "Have a good day at work?" She asked him over the sound of her brother's character dying.

"Much better now that it's over," He laughed, making his way over to bend down and ruffle the top of her hair.

For a while they sat on the living room floor, her dad helping her with word problems as they listened to Guns n' Roses without the headphones. Even Logan finally put away his video game to join the small party on the floor. It was the perfect night.

And yet, after her dad left for work that next morning, they never saw him again.

Zalenia was sixteen again, violently pulled back into the stream of images. She was spinning out of control, arms over her head and stomach turning over again. She crashed into another memory and once again found herself tumbling across the same shag carpet.

Things were different this time. The house was dark, no music played. She was fourteen now, quietly trying to work on homework in the corner of the couch when the door flew open, then slammed. Logan staggered into the house, cursing the screen door which caught his heel.

That must be why he staggered forwards. It had to have been the door. She crawled off the couch quickly as he proceeded to bump into the chair. Logan had lost his job two days ago due to a misunderstanding with his boss.

"Are you okay?" She asked, reaching for him as she approached.

Logan pulled his arm away harshly, then turned on her, "Am I okay?!"

"That's what I'm trying to ask you!"

He stepped towards her and she stepped back until she found herself pressed against the wall, her brother towering over her. Her heart pounded, blocking out the sound of whatever Logan was yelling at her, finger in her face. Her eyes darted side to side, looking for an escape.

Then her brother came up short, something clicking in his head, "Oh god, Zalenia... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean--... I wasn't trying to scare you."

She could still smell the alcohol on his breath, but it seemed like its spell on him was broken for the moment as he backed away, giving her space until she calmed down, then ran into his arms with a sob.

It was the first time Logan had come home in that state, but it definitely hadn't been the last time.

Zalenia finally felt like she'd managed to get her stomach back in its proper place when she was sucked back into the stream, flipping head over heels as she continued to crash through the images.

Some were from her childhood. Swinging on swings and throwing herself off, but then she would find herself landing in the middle of a battle, struggling to fight her way to her feet. Then she found herself hanging in the air, sickle raised above her head. The image was gone, her twelve-year-old brother descending on her and tickling her sides. She rolled away from him and found herself choking on water, face down in a puddle as the rain pounded her down into the ground.

It went on like this for what felt like hours until Zalenia wasn't even sure who she was, what memories were hers and what images weren't real. Or were they? They felt so real. The pain and the emotions of these fictional scenarios hurt as bad as the ones from her own mind.

And then suddenly everything stopped and Zalenia found herself suspended again, but the clouds were gone. All around her was blackness like she was floating through space. In any other circumstance, she would have been terrified, but the nothingness was a relief after what she'd just been through. Cold seeped through her fingertips, crawling up her arms as she took slow breaths.

She closed her eyes for a long moment and when she opened her, a flickering light was darting around, side to side, slowly making its way in her direction. It hovered in front of her face, nearly touching the tip of her nose before it darted down, seeping into her chest, almost at the base of her neck.

Gasping, she put her hand over the still glowing spot on her skin. Warmth spread out from her center all the way to her fingertips, followed by a surge, like electricity coursing through her veins.

Whole. She felt... whole.

#wip intro #writeblr #new writeblr #WIP: Hindsight

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