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voiceless-terror · 3 years ago

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#21 and #46 for kiss prompts, maybe? I can't get enough your writing tbf

kiss on a dare- a little jonmartin season one fluff <3 All in all, this is one of Tim’s better Friday nights.

It’s been ages since Jon’s hung out with them, and never with Martin along for the ride. The Archives had been off to a messy start after the Dog Incident and Jon’s subsequent panic over the state of the place. What used to be an ‘every couple of weeks’ tradition turned into an almost-never one as the newly-assembled team got buried under more and more boxes of dusty statements. He’s pretty astounded that Jon agreed to dinner and drinks- although it’s a Friday night, Jon’s been apt to stay weekends more often than not. He figured if he arranged for it at one of theirs instead of a pub, Jon would be more likely to come. He always preferred less crowded settings.

No, the real feat was getting him to come knowing Martin was invited.

Jon’s been getting...better around him, that’s true. He was perfectly fine at his birthday party, going off about emulsifiers for a solid fifteen minutes. Tim’s always been rather fond of Jon’s infodumping, and if he’s comfortable enough to do it around Martin that must be a good sign. Despite an initial freeze-out, he now thanks Martin for his tea and saves his most pointed comments for Martin’s more egregious screw-ups (and even those have less bite than usual). Still, a colleague does not a friend make, and Jon’s never been good at opening up to people he doesn’t know all that well. However, Jon just nodded at the Martin caveat, seemingly not giving it a second thought. And Martin didn’t seem all that worried either.

Whatever, Tim’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’s just happy they’re all here, having a good time. It’s late and Jon’s had enough wine to keep a smile on his face. He missed that. It’s nice how easily they slot together, even with all of the upheaval and a new addition. Martin himself isn’t so shy after a drink or two, more willing to engage in banter and keep the conversation going. This is what it should be like all the time, Tim thinks. Shitty archive job or not.

It’s when they retire to the living room, drinks in hand, that he finally notices the little grin on Sasha’s face. And Tim, knowing exactly what that means, is both a little afraid and excited. Four-drink-Sasha has always been a host unto herself.

“Why don’t,” she begins, a hiccup interrupting her as she slumps into an armchair. Tim snickers and ignores the glare this earns him. “Why don’t we play one of our old games-”

Tim raises a glass in agreement as Jon, predictably, groans. Martin looks quizzically between them. Ah yes, time for your initiation, Marto! Not that they’ve played this in about a year or so, of course, but it's always fun to revisit the good old days.

“Seriously? We’re not children-”

Tim gives Jon a playful slap on the back that sends him flying forward on the couch, spilling a bit of wine on Sasha’s rug. He hopes she doesn’t notice. “C’mon, it’ll be fun, boss! Nothing like it to break the ice, and there’s definitely some ice that needs breaking.”

Martin blinks, hand tightening on his glass. He looks nervous, like he always does when he doesn’t know exactly what’s going on. Which is a shame, because he’s been so nice and open all night. Even chatting with Jon. “Sorry, what are you talking about?”

Jon rolls his eyes, giving Martin a commiserating look. “Truth or dare.”

Martin lets out a disbelieving laugh, relaxing minutely. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really.” Jon’s foot reaches out to shove at Tim’s leg. “Tim loves pulling ridiculous stunts-”

“-Hey, you loved the karaoke idea-”

“You sing?”

“No.” Tim would dispute that, but the look on Jon’s face declares it a bad idea. “And Sasha likes to ask probing questions.”

Sasha preens, though the remark was certainly not meant as a compliment. “What can I say, I’m the Queen of Truth-”

Tim snorts. “Hacking and blackmail more like-”

“Anyway-” Sasha sings out as Tim dodges a pillow to the face. “Tim….truth or-”

“Dare, always dare.”

“You’re absolutely no fun,” Sasha pouts, though it doesn’t take long for her eyes to narrow in thought. There’s very little Tim won’t do, but that’s a dangerous look. “I dare you...to text…”

“Text? You can do better than that, Sash.”

“Text...Elias.” That’s more like it.

Jon immediately scowls. “Tim, no-”

“I don’t have his number-”

“I do-”

“Sasha!”

“Jon, it’ll be fine! He’ll just say ‘oops, wrong number’ afterwards, no harm, no foul-”

Tim takes this time to snatch at Sasha’s phone, sitting precariously on the arm of her chair. She doesn’t notice, too busy gesturing at Jon empathically. He scrolls through her contact list.

“And then it’ll come down on me-”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “How is he going to connect it to you? It’s not like he knows we’re all together-”

“Done!” Tim tosses the phone back onto the couch with a little grin. Sasha blinks, looking down in confusion.

“Wait, that’s mine-”

The screech and smack on the arm at Tim’s hastily fired off ‘u up? ;)’ to Elias Bouchard were definitely deserved. He’s sure he’ll face consequences for that in the near future, but Jon and Martin’s immediate laughter had been well worth it. Shouldn’t dish it if you can’t take it, that’s Tim’s motto.

In the next round, Tim manages to get Martin to confess to his poetry-writing habit, an admission that has him turning an attractive shade of red. Jon just giggles quietly to himself as Martin reads through one of his poorer attempts at rhyme saved to the notes of his mobile. Tim watches the two of them; Martin keeps looking up at Jon throughout it all like he’s the only one in the room and god, his crush is so evident and yet Jon is oblivious, smiling at him like he’s not on the receiving end of some of the most loaded glances of all time.

Martin gets Sasha to admit to her most recent perusal through confidential institute records, which turned out to be previous archival expenses (solely to find out what Elias would cover with their new jobs, of course). At first glance, there wasn’t much in the way of extravagant meals or supplies, but a bit more digging had her finding Gertrude’s extensive travel budget. For an old woman, she certainly was a globe-trotter.

“All I’m saying, Jon, is that we could definitely do with a trip to China-”

“Yes, I’ll be sure to ask Elias about Gertrude’s trip to China, something I certainly shouldn’t know about, and he’ll have to let us go.”

“Refill?” Martin’s on his feet, taking Jon’s wine glass in his hand and Tim watches as their fingers brush- go Martin!- and yet Jon just nods his thanks, completely oblivious to the seduction taking place before him. Tim’s given it some thought and honestly, he thinks they’d make a cute couple. An odd pair, for sure, but Jon’s so soft once you get to know him, and Martin’s one of the funniest, sweetest guys he knows. They could be good for each other.

“Well, I still think it’s worth a try.” Sasha’s eyes are starting to blink heavily - she’ll be out for the count tonight, for sure. “Anyway, it’s your turn. I dare you-”

“I didn’t even pick!” Jon says, though he doesn’t seem too put out by it. This is the Jon Martin should know, the easy-humored, smiling man sprawled out before him. He’s even taken his little sweater vest and tie off, looking more like the familiar friend from research Tim knows so well. It warms his heart.

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Dare, I suppose. Seeing as how you already have one queued up.”

“I dare you to...to...to give a little kiss to someone in this room.” She waves her glass around imperiously. “Anyone you like.”

Silence. Tim gives Sasha a warning look that she ignores. She’s well in her cups, and he supposes any sense of propriety has gone out the window along with her sobriety. He’s actually seen Jon give quite a few kisses on a particularly memorable New Years Eve, but that was a different time. He doesn’t want him to feel pressured, not when he’s just starting to open back up.

“Jon doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to-”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, you remember-”

“It doesn’t matter- Jon, you can skip this one if you like, we can think of something else-”

“Tim, it’s alright.” Jon puts a hand on his arm to stop the argument, and there’s a strange look in his eyes that can’t be attributed to liquor. It’s mock-serious, almost playful paired with his little sly smile. He thinks for a moment that Jon’s going to lean in and kiss him but instead he gets up from the sofa in a smooth motion and walks across the room to Martin, who’s just turned around with two glasses in hand. He freezes in place as Jon gets on his very tippy toes, takes his face in both hands, and kisses him.

Jonathan Sims. Kissing Martin Blackwood. Against a kitchen counter. Martin Blackwood, who, once he’s over his surprise, puts the drinks down behind him and kisses right the hell back, arms winding around Jon’s waist like they belong there.

What. The. Fuck.

_____

“The leg bit was a nice touch.”

“Hmm?” Jon’s in Martin’s lap, sprawled out on his couch back at his own flat, eyes closed in contentment as he leans back against the other man’s chest. Martin’s got one hand in his hair, and the other entwined with Jon’s, twirling the black ring on his finger. It’s heavenly.

“Thought you were trying to climb me.”

“Well, you usually pick me up at that point, make it easier.”

“Sorry, next time.” Kissing Jon’s always fun but kissing him out in the open, in front of their friends? Was that something they could do now? “Should we tell them we’ve been dating for two months?”

Two whole months since that night in Document Storage when Jon had finally let his guard down. When Martin had held him in his arms. Jon was very particular about keeping up appearances, though that all seemed to have crumbled tonight. Sasha rather fashioned herself a matchmaker, and Jon didn’t do anything to dissuade the fact. It’d been nice, having their relationship to themselves, the secret of it, the obliviousness of their friends who still thought Jon only tolerated him. It’s not that he wanted to keep it that way, of course, but it was nice while they were still figuring it out.

“If you’d like. Maybe it’s time.” Jon tilts his head back, giving Martin a fond look. “Though I know how much you enjoy playing the lovesick fool-”

“There’s something so poetic about unrequited love, yknow?”

“All the more when it’s requited, I’d say.” Martin couldn’t argue with that. He leans down to give Jon’s forehead a peck.

“Hmm. Give it a few more weeks. Act out the honeymoon phase for a bit, it’ll be fun.”

And when Jon squeezes his hand and smiles back, Martin thinks he won’t need to do much acting at all.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31318724

#tma #the magnus archives #my writing #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #fluff #kiss prompts #i have a little backstory to how they got together in this one that maybe one day i will write #but heres a lil something something #jonmartin secret dating is fun okay #v enjoyable #jaybirdsfall #reblogs appreciated <3

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psychemeanscure · 4 years ago

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PART 4 { I think I forgot to tell this, but I guess I just have to mention it now. This story is purely fictional. Places, names, things may or may not be related with each other. Nor to do harm. Just be reminded that this is all fiction. In case a sensitive issue might arise, since I only rely to what google give me as well. Hehe. Anyway, happy reading :)}

“Boss! I got the de--- Boss?”

He’s too preoccupied by his thoughts that even the voice of his people can’t even get through him, for he is still moved from the yesterday’s happenings. “Boss.” Another hoping call for him, and still no response indeed.

“Okay! Can we talk about us, now?”

His first word the moment he ended the settled deal by call with the Spanish gambler as he steps in the driver’s seat facing her who’s already waiting from the passenger seat. “Shut up. I’m still not in the mood for you, Jang Taeyoung.” Thus he starts the engine as they continue to bicker throughout the ride.

“Come on. Is this still about the prompt proposal? I told you, even I has no clue about it as I thought we’re going to deal with the gun transactions only.”

“Exactly. And it’s your fault.” crossing her arms again as she looks by the window instead. “Tss. You accusing bulldozer. I should have sided the old man instead. I could have enjoyed his humor better than you do.” And that made her turn her head to him. “Well, just make sure to inform me if you plan to betray me soon.”

“Jeez. You really can’t distinguish a joke, are you? What do you think of me? Low-cost? Tss. Besides, there’s no way I’m going to clasp a hand with that geezer, either. I hate him even.” Curious from what she heard. She starts to ask him the usual. “Oh, wow. That’s new. What makes you decide that easily, though?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected, you’re too focus of revenge that you’re unable to see his suspicious look on you.” And it made her forehead crease. “What?” received a shrugging shoulder from him then. “He keeps watching you the whole time whenever your eyes are not on him. Like he had something to remember by you. And it’s too fishy. Too fishy something. I hate it.” By gripping the steering wheel, he accelerated their phase from the broad road of Seoul while she had to deal with his daydreaming assumptions. “Can you stop your dreaming haughtiness like as if we were even a thing? Tú apesta.”

There she is finally with her curses as she had to roll her eyes up because of him. Yet in the other side, he’s just simply excited to play his cleverness on her again. “Ooh… So you are open considering us as a thing, huh? That hasn’t slip in my mind, though. Shall I say my pleasure, then?” only to receive a glare coming from her.

“Send me the details tomorrow. I’ll get back to you once I finish all my meetings.”

Her firm business remark after they went out of the garage, snatching back her car key from him. Went straight to the entrance door to enter her passcode but frowned after realizing that he still around, nor even calling his assistant to fetch him. “What? You’re not leaving? Don’t tell me you’ll somehow get me obliged to call assistance for you?” yet, he was just there just few meters from her standing, both hands in his pockets while giving her a meaningful stare as if contemplating his words to say to her.

“Nah. I’m just going to do this.” And he did it, indeed. Occupying the remaining distance between them, swiftly cupping her cheeks by his hands as he deeply claims her lips with wholesomeness. Kissed her under the night sky of darkness and only moon as their witness.

She was left off-guard that even the sudden tiptoe of her feet is oblivious on her sane, and when she was about to protest, he already pulled away. “You’re too stubborn to talk about your indebtedness from me a while ago. So why not a surprise paycheck will do.”

“Good night, my sweet volatile.”

His last whisper on her ear before guiding the still struck her inside her premise. “Joder esta! Get yourself together, Sung Eunyoung.” She ends up scolding herself indeed after closing the door of her apartment as she was still on her doorstep gripping the doorknob with so much vigor. Heart’s racing with bafflement. She doesn’t want to assume any from him for she knows what kind of man he is, but… “But that look. Mierda!”

She blurts it out indeed. That certain look he never gave to anyone, not until today. Not until with her.

“Boss!”

With one last hope from his assistant, he finally snaps back to reality. Turning his head to face the owner of the voice. “U-uh?” his absentminded out of sane answer still, only to be handled a catalog envelope to his hand. “The details you requested Boss.” As he only checks what’s inside and thank him. “You may go, Jae.” His final bid indeed but seems to confuse the latter. “Uh. Boss? Should I send it also to Ms.--- “

“No, it’s okay. I can handle.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Thus the assistant went out just as he wanted. While he was left smirking, swirling on his swivel chair with a silly thought in mind. A silly move he always enjoys.

The sound of a thrown golf ball elopes the entire walls of her personal sports room for she just finished a previous meeting calls only to receive another incoming. Thus she had pause for a moment and accept it from her smartwatch again.

“Yes, Director.”

“Yes, the honor is mine. I hope the girls on standby made your day, though.”

“I’m glad to hear that. In fact, the prospectus you sent is quite my interest.”

“Oh no. You don’t have---“

Her conversion cut off by a sudden barging from a person she already knew. She almost cusses if only she’s not fast to realize that she’s still conversing to someone over a call, that even the caller had to ask if there’s something wrong. She composes immediately somehow, except that her glaring eyes were darted to the unwelcome visitor though.

“Anyway Director, thank you for trusting your business on us.”

“My pleasure. Expect the response of my secretary by Friday.”

“Yes, please.”

With one last bid of goodbye and a put off of her bluetooth earbud, she indeed fuming mad imposing the great Jang Taeyong who’s just comfortably sitting on the couch. “Didn’t I tell you I get back to you once I finish my meetings? La mierda. You almost ruined everything!”

“But I did not.”

Only to receive a quirky statement from him anyway, that she had no choice either but to entertain, occupying the opposite seat from him. “What now?” thus he showed her the catalog envelope his assistant gave a while ago, while she starts to check the moment she received it only to groan after learning what’s inside. “You really don’t listen, are you? I told you to just send me the details. Email, Jang Taeyoung. I don’t have to see your face just for this.”

“Ah. Uhuh… So that’s what you mean by that? You should have been more specific. Shall I say sorry?”

His quirky answers continue even he always do understand her sentences. And just by looking her unconvinced gaze, he knew she knows as well as he does. “Forget it. You’re here anyway. And since you’re here, better elaborate this asustando papel for me instead. That’s the least you can do.”

Her mocking words indeed by which only made him a cringing brows. “You, woman. You’re always pulling me down. Tss. Fine.” As much as she wants to laugh by his sudden yield, she chose to suppress it anyway. Thus, he started after some fixing with his suit.

“Zilo Alcaziar, the troublemaker son of Veeros Alcaziar. An elite from underground Castellón, Spain. If not with his father’s power he could have rot in jail because of its involvement in many drug activities such as cocaine, cannabis, MDMA and his most favorite…” he intended to halt his words to see her expectant reaction. “What?” her impatience indeed.

“Heroin.”

“Esta mierda! And he’s only 20?! Don’t you dare tell me that it’s even included to the said transaction?”

“Uhuh. Sadly, Yes. No doubt his father is trying to be a good Samaritan for his son.” And so he swears, if only curses can kill. He’s probably the first on the list for he is currently catching every kind of curses from her mouth right now while she takes a deep breath preparing for another information that may stress her somehow. “Okay. Fine. What more should I have to suffer to hear?”

He can’t help to sneak a laugh by her witty-like remark that he follows anyway and proceeds to another information for her. The rest of their conversation then just became a constant throw-catch disputes of details or rather been said, a matter of question and answer bickering between a lion towards his lioness.

“When was that again?”

“Next month is his arrival. Together with the second cargo entailed of powders obviously as what I have told you. The old man said it will be the same process with the guns next week, so by dawn I and my boys must be on the port on time.”

With the look of her brushing her face. He knows she’s starting to get lost from her thoughts, frustrated. “Dios Mio. A father who’s even letting his son involved. Urgh. Do you really think I can absorb all of this, Jang Taeyoung?”

“Then you better not. You don’t need to get involved with the transactions though and just leave it to me. It’s too dangerous. You do trust me, right?” scoffing from what she heard, she had no choice anyway. “Are you sure?” only to be responded by his groan. “You only reciprocated my question, Sung Eunyoung. I said, do you trust me?” seeking for affirmation from her, she knew his being serious right then that only thing she could do is sigh.

“I should, is maybe my right response to that, Jang Taeyoung. Don’t force me.”

Giving her a stern look doesn’t work somehow, so he gives in anyway. “Fine. Even that isn’t the answer I’m expecting.”

“Whatever. Can we just end this for today? I had enough headache already.”

As she stands up, picking its golf club from a stand bag, after deciding for another round of play. “You too, should go. I had enough of you as well.” But the latter didn’t even get a hitch to move from his seat and were just watching her from behind. “It’s so unfair. You have your own sports room while I don’t.” his set of grumpiness indeed. “Then get one. You have all money to do that. Why bother patronizing mine. As if you’re into sports. Your sports room will be useless anyway.”

“Tss. Bulldozer. Who says I don’t? And I love bowling!”

With a hit from the golf club, she finally heard the shut of the door, left by a grumpy still Jang Taeyoung. For she only gives in a deep sigh, still remembering yesterday. She really has to be careful around him. Does not like to admit, but…

“He’s the death of you, Sung Eunyoung.”

Reminding herself certainly.

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 years ago

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Can i get a hoyt x reader smut pls...(this message was brought to u by an awkward ass person)

This is what the Hoyt x Wife!Reader on my other blog was supposed to be but at that point I was still felt iffy about writing smut but as I have unlocked it now, we can do this ^^ I hope you like it!

Warnings: Super smutty, guys. Angry sex, course language (Terrible language). Also, this is Hoyt so he will say some horrible things. Suggested rape, etc. Not fluffy

Smut under the cut of course.

You know what? I think, weeks after the transformation. I’ve tried everything to get this man’s attention back from himself, and I’m his wife, so it shouldn’t be so hard.

But the only times he looks at me, pays me any mind, is when he’s pissed or he’s playing boss. And I just want him to look at me like Charlie, like my husband.

So, fine, Hoyt. We’ll do it your way.

By making you really, really mad. Then you’ll look at me, wont you?

It’s been weeks since my husband went missing. And in his place was left a sorry, evil pantomime in uniform called Sheriff Hoyt.

God, he thinks he’s cool in that uniform. Even though the hat looks goofy as hell, and gives him hat hair. Anger stirs in my chest just thinking about my dilemma. I can’t get through to the dumbass bastard wearing Charlies tattoo’s and sleeping in his bed. My bed. Glancing spitefully at him across from me at the dinner table, I consider kicking him like I did, ‘accidentally’ in the middle of the night last night. He was deeply asleep, snoring and dreaming and I found it wholly unfair that he got to rest like that and I was still up, confined by myself to the left side of the bed away from him, and had just done it. Totally bitterly, but it felt good.

Luckily, he believed me when I said I had had a nightmare and sleep kicked, but alas. I don’t think that excuse will work here.

I’m just, immaturely wondering how I can aim a piece of lettuce at his face and blame it on arthritis when Luda Mae starts up a conversation for the table, successfully causing me too look up her instead of darkly at my fork. I must have really been looking darkly at my fork, too, because Luda Mae looks pointedly at me as if she knows what I was thinking and Monty, beside me subtly shakes his head at me. I look at Thomas and Hoyt, next, and luckily neither of them were paying much attention.

Sighing in defeat, I turn my attention to the conversation, turning my knees slightly to face Luda Mae and Monty. “I don’t really have plans tomorrow, thanks! Monty and I were thinking about chess, since its been a while, but… “I shrug, looking pleasantly at her and trying to ignore the fiery fury still beating in my chest.

The effort becomes redundant when Hoyt speaks up and I can no longer keep it at bay. “Well, you won’t be doing that.” I watch him chew for a moment, feeling my rage levels rise dangerously high seeing him not even lift his head when he’s trying to control me. This is 2003, Sheriff! Not the freaken middle ages, I don’t obey you!

“Actually, yes.” I spit, venomously, looking straight at his forehead and just daring him to look up back at me. I drop my fork with a clatter, and get half the way out of my seat, alerting Thomas that something out of the ordinary is happening. “We will be. In fact, Uncle Monty, let’s go play right now- “

He raises his head to dare an connect eye contact with me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Sit back down, we’re eating a fucking dinner.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” I revel in the furious way he looks at me. It’s better than being ignored, anyway. I may have gone insane, but it feels really good to make ‘Sheriff Hoyt’ feel that way. I get the rest of the way out of my seat and nod with a smile to Luda Mae. “Thanks for dinner, Luda. Goodnight everyone- except you, Charlie!” He’ll have a bad night, because either he’s going to going to get a crick in his back from sleeping on the couch to avoid my crazy ass, or I’m not going to let him get any sleep in our room.

“You call me Hoyt, woman- Argh.” As I disappear up the stairs to our room, I hear Hoyt shout after me and realise I’m not listening, and drop his own fork in favour of violently pushing off the table and after me. I faintly hear Luda Mae sigh and say something shamelessly about kicking us out of her home. I throw the bedroom door open and barge in, slamming it spitefully behind me so Hoyt has to open it himself.

When he does, I’m sitting curtly, stiffly in the armchair by his side of the bed with a book tight in my hands, knuckles white from anger. He looks frustratedly as hell at me and points vaguely toward the dining room. “The fuck was that??”

“Nothing,” I hiss, acting uncooperative on purpose. “What are you talking about?”

“You know goddamn well what I’m talking about, Y/N.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to fight in front of them.”

“Why are we fighting in the first place? I’m lost as fuck, and you need to catch me up.” He looks at me with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised all the way up his forehead, frustratingly expectant.

I’m tempted to give him more lip and say that no, I don’t need to catch him up. In fact, I’d love to leave him in the dark and just go to bed. It would drive him mad, and make me feel a thousand times better, but I figure my immaturity has reached its pique for the night. Instead, I try to relax my shoulders and my fingers and look up, seriously at Hoyt. More level-headed. “I miss Charlie.” He looks irritated immediately, and sighs deeply, looking around the room like a huge eyeroll with his head. When he stills again, he’s cleaning the bottom set of teeth with his tongue, squinting one eye at me. Hands still on his hips, patronising me. Oooh, how I’d love to smack that look off his face. But, I’m elegant.

… ignoring the kicking him in the middle of the night and the attempt I made on him at dinner with the lettuce.

“Y/N, Charlie’s dead. We’ve been through this. When are you gonna get it through your head- “

“Well then I want a divorce!” I exclaim, getting up from the chair. His eyes darken, but the corner of his lips quirk up, and shakes his head. Calming down, he pulls the stupid hat off his head and runs a hand through his hair to fix it, turning his back on me and turning to start getting ready for bed.

“Don’t interrupt a man of the law when he’s talking, darling, and no. You don’t.”

That’s rich! He can sure parade himself around like a real sheriff with victims if he likes but that is a moot point, with family. “Man of the law?? Man of the la- You’re a murdering cannibal!”

“So’s Tommy, gonna get mad at him?”

“I’m not married to Tommy.” I watch his movements, heart sinking. Is he losing interest again? It’s a weird feeling, wanting the argument to be over but simultaneously being afraid it is. “And you made him that way.”

“Yeah? Well, this households never been better.”

Oh. No, that’s it. I drop the book down on the bed, nearly flinging it actually, and cross the room in 2 fast steps to slap him.

He… he grabs my wrist before I can. “Goddamnit, let go of me. Bastard.” Slowly, I look across from his hand on my wrist to his face, or more specifically his eyes. They twitch, like he’s thinking, and I watch as he looks from my eyes to the rest of me. Assessing the situation with self-taught reliability.

“Honey,” His voice is dark now, familiarly husky and terrifying. Well, to anyone but me it might be terrifying. “You weren’t about to do what I think you were,” He lifts his chin and looks down at me. He raises his eyebrows. “Were you?”

If he thinks he’s scaring me he really is an idiot. I straighten myself, squaring up. “I sure was.”

“Now, see. That won’t work for me.”

“Well, then. To the couch with y- “The rude ass bastard cuts off my sentence, with his mouth on mine and strong, greedy fingers scraping at my waist. It takes me 2 seconds to think about, decide and agree to the new medium for my anger, and part my lips hungrily for a deeper connection to curb my anger at him but he pulls back and sets my face with a mischievous look like he thinks he’s in control here. I narrow my eyes. “What?”

“I’m gonna show you who’s wife you are. Its been too long.”

One, that’s not my fault. Two, “Shut up.”

“Gladly.” He growls, and puts his mouth on mine again, drawing a begrudgingly salacious moan from me. What? Its been a long time, since my husband has touched me. To further things situation-wise, I tilt my head slowly to the side against him and tug him closer by the front of his uniform. Hoyt can’t help himself, can’t just stand and kiss me for a few minutes before taking more, and I know it because I feel his fingers creep up my sides, under my shirt and god are they hot. How his skin stays so warm all the time, I have no idea, but as long as it serves me, I don’t care. They feel really good inside me, and oh. They will be inside me before this is over and the bastards out of kick.

Switching tact, because I can’t say I don’t want more then this also -you can’t be married to a pervert like him for as long as I have and be happy with just some kisses when you can have more,- , I turn him around and push him, not at all carefully onto the bed. Honestly, if he falls off, I don’t mind.

He doesn’t, but he does sit up immediately on the edge, knees apart and yanks me down by the arm to him again, causing a yelp to come from me. “You- “A weirdly soft kiss is put on my lips, before the look in his eyes turns completely dark and puts my hand on the tent in his pants. “Feels good.” I tell him, then let go and make like I’m going to leave.

“Oh no you don’t- “He yanks me back and onto the bed, shut me in with his body. I shift, to get comfortable, but get distracted by the way he’s looking at me. “Hmmm,” Looking me over, a lude grin finds its way to his mouth. “I would force your pretty mouth over my cock, darling, god knows you’re good at that, don’t we. But, later. Right now, I’m gonna screw you, my Y/N.” Momentarily slipping in my resolve, I lean into his touch when he strokes the side of my face, twisting some of my hair around a finger.

Ughhhh, fuck! What was it, the rape threat or the basically calling me a whore that did that to you, Y/N? Fucks sake. Let’s just do this. Get your head in the game, Y/N. “Shut up Charlie, fuck me.”

He chuckles and buckles his belt. “Yes ma’am.” Avoiding his eyes and feeling slick and impatient, I undo my own bottoms and wriggle out of them. With a final sigh, and a squish sound, Hoyt fills me up in one satisfying thrust. “Ohhh,” A stutter groan escapes him, before he berries his face in my neck and hides there. I, on the other hand, am a dangerous, mewling mess under him. Having his stiff, thick cock sinking into me feels a wicked kind of heaven. Familiar of a better time, yet wrong. Mostly though just really, really pleasureful.

I lay there with my mouth half open, breathy moans coming out of me as a arch, and frustratedly meet him at every thrust. It’s not enough! “It’s not enou- oh~” As I tried to talk, his hand traced down my body and touched my clit, began rubbing to add to the pleasure. “Oh my god, that’ll do. Ahh,”

Against my neck, he chuckles breathily. The hand not on my clit come up, and wraps around my throat. Doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt. Just holds it, enough to feel my pulse.

As the knot in more core pleasure becomes unbearable, my breaths become short and I get so close to orgasming all over the shaft between my folds. Desperate for more, I wrap my calf’s around him and pull myself as flush to his pelvis as possible in one last, delicious buck. A deep, guttural groan escapes him and when I squeeze my walls around him, he explodes.

The hot cum, just his fingers explodes in me and that does me in. With a slow slide off of him and back down onto the bed, unlocking my legs from him, I sigh and cum in climax, feeling exhausted.

That was the most, frantic exercises I’ve done weeks, of course I’m tired. I watch him sigh, and stand back up. Bluffing me and trying to make me think he isn’t just as tired as he tucks himself away and buttons his pants back up. “Sweetheart, thank you… You stay here and rest up. I’ll be back.”

“Uhuh… “ I sigh, ready to take a nap.

“You look beautiful like that.”

“Go get us new sheets, Hoyt.”

“I love you, too.”

#Smut #Sheriff Hoyt #Charlie Hewitt #Request

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darthdestiny07 · 4 years ago

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FE3H Half-Sister AU (Again)

Based off this.

Warning! Obvious Spoilers for Crimson Flower, Azure Moon, and Silver Snow Routes! Consider yourself warned and proceed at your own risk.

It was supposed to be a peaceful visit. Her father and brother were in the carriage ahead of them. As soon as they stopped, something happened and familiar and comforting arms wrapped around her waist.

"It's going to be fine, my darling. We'll see El soon."

Soldiers around them sprang forward, pulling out their weapons. She saw Glenn rush forward, a look of terror warping his face.

"Mother?" she asked quietly.

"Don't worry, Nia. You're safe with me." Her mother kissed her head, her lips brushing the child’s golden hair, but it did little to comfort the girl.

A familiar scream split the air, and Nia's heart nearly stopped. That was her brother! "FATHER!!!" The anguish in his voice made her blood turn cold. What had happened to their father?!

She broke free of her mother's embrace, hoping to see what happened. As she attempted to look out the carriage window, an unfamiliar face appeared. Nia scrambled back as he opened the door, brandishing a knife.

"What are you doing? We can't fight! Leave at once!" The order seemed to fall on deaf ears, as the man swung at her mother. She dodged his initial attack, lunging at him and struggling to take the sharp weapon from him.

Her mother looked back at her, her violet eyes wide with terror. "Trust nobody from the empire or kingdom, Aniya! Run!!!"

Terrified, Aniya escaped the tiny confines of the carriage from the opposite side. She fell onto the ground, scrambling to her feet.

"And where do you think you're going?" A man on a wyvern landed in front of her, blocking her escape route. He pointed his lance at her, the sharp tip dangerously close to her smaller body.

Gritting her teeth, she grasped the wooden shaft of his weapon. He loosened his grip in surprise. He clearly didn't know who he was dealing with! Wrestling his lance from his grip, she turned his own weapon against him. Knowing the weak points in his armor were the joints, Aniya went for them. He didn't live much longer, falling off his wyvern as a lifeless corpse.

Aniya seized his mount, taking to the sky as someone raced to stop her. He knocked an arrow, letting it fly through the air. Her shoulder throbbed with pain when his arrow found its target: her. Ignoring the pain, she urged the wyvern to leave this terrible place. As it obeyed her command, she glanced back.

Flames lapped at anything they could. Her father's carriage was completely engulfed in flames. His lifeless body lay on the ground close by. Her mother hadn't fared well, either. She was face down, lying in her own blood. Frantically, she looked for her brother. He wasn't too far away, but he was outnumbered. Someone came up behind him and struck him in the head.

"Dimitri!" Aniya cried as he crumpled to the ground. She clenched her jaw, turning back to focus on her route ahead.

She made it to Garreg Mach Monastery within a day. A knight greeted her, helping her down from the wyvern's back. She nearly collapsed in his arms, dizzy and disoriented from her wound.

"What happened? Where are you from?"

"It was supposed … to be peaceful …" Aniya didn't even protest as he picked her up to carry her. "My family … they're … dead …" Her grip on consciousness finally slipped, falling into the blissful unawareness of unconsciousness.

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Aniya didn't do much during her first week at the Monastery. Professor Manuela had done what she could for her wound, and it had healed nicely. But the bitter truth remained: she was an orphan. Her family had died that day.

Her grief left her no appetite or desire to train. She spent most of her time just staring blankly out at the fishing pond, or in the library when the evening fell.

She was just passing the dining hall, foregoing dinner again, when someone called out to her.

"Aniya!" A young woman with vivid mint green hair in corkscrews came up to her. "We've received some wonderful news! Your brother is alive!"

"Dimitri … is alive …?" Aniya felt some hope return to her. "Are you certain?"

"Yes! Although your parents are …" she trailed off.

"I know." Still, her brother was alive! "How is he? Do you know?"

"I don't know."

"That's alright. Thank you for telling me … um …"

"Flayn. Seteth's my older brother."

After that, Aniya perked up. She seemed to return to her old self, although she was haunted by nightmares of that day. Four years passed, and she received some exciting news.

Both her siblings were going to attend the Officer's Academy this year!

She watched the students attending this year enter the Monastery, hoping to catch a familiar blonde or brunette. After a week passed, she had started to lose hope they'd come.

Aniya was spending time in the library one evening when she noticed a gray-haired student struggling to reach a book high on a shelf. "Would you like some help?"

"Hm?" The student looked at her, eyes widening. "Oh, s-sure."

"Then up you go!" Without a second thought or hesitation, she lifted him up. He seemed stunned for a second, but retrieved the book he was seeking.

Once back on his feet, he turned to face his helper. Goddess, she was beautiful … "Th-thanks …"

"Heh, sorry. I should have warned you I'm stronger than I look. I got it from my father." She chuckled sheepishly.

"No, that's fine! You're just … you look like a princess from a storybook …"

"Oh. Thank you." Aniya smiled at the compliment. Nobody really paid much attention to the orphans around the Monastery, so getting a compliment was rare.

"What's your name?"

Aniya had just turned to return to her book when he asked. "Nia."

"Thank you for helping me, Mia. Are you a student here?"

"I will be attending the Officer's Academy, yes. Probably this year, if Seteth allows it."

"Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"Either the Black Eagles or Blue Lions. I'm not certain yet." Nia glanced over at the stained glass window, suddenly realizing how late it was. "Oh, I should be going now. It was nice to meet you!"

The next morning, Seteth called her to his office. Grumbling because she had been pulled from her morning training, she approached his office. A familiar voice greeted her ears before she turned the corner.

"I have someone I'd like you two to meet. They should be here any moment now."

Who was he addressing? Her curiosity bubbling behind her calm demeanor, she turned the corner and approached Seteth's office.

"Is it our mother?" Nia nearly froze and broke into tears when she heard that voice. It had been four years since she heard that beautiful tenor!

Excitement getting the better of her, Nia entered the office and knocked on the door to announce her presence. Seteth was facing her, a faint smile appearing when she entered the small room. Standing with their backs facing her were two students, the house leaders of the Blue Lions and Black Eagles. She recognized her brother immediately, but the white-haired young woman didn't look familiar to Nia.

The two turned to face her, and Nia couldn't hold her excitement and joy anymore. She nearly tackled her half brother and half sister to the ground in a tight hug.

"N-Nia?!" Dimitri was stunned. Not from her sudden hug, but from seeing her. "You're alive?"

The white haired woman who shared Nia's mother's eyes returned the young women's hug. "It's wonderful to see you again, my sister." Her sister … Edelgard. What had happened to her? That haunted look, her brown hair turning white …

"I missed both of you so much!" Nia stepped back, smiling with joy.

"How did you survive four years ago?" Dimitri asked.

Nia's smile fell. "U-um … I … I ran away. I should have stayed an--”

Edelgard quickly cut her off. “And it’s a good thing you didn’t. You would have probably died there. I don’t want to lose another part of my family. Now then, why don’t you come with me, and I can introduce you to the Black Eagles house? You’re more than welcome to join th-”

“She’d be more comfortable around familiar faces, Edelgard.” Dimitri cut off his step-sister and pulled his younger sister closer to him. “You remember Sylvain, Felix, and Ingrid, right?”

Before Nia could answer, Edelgard cut in again. “In case you’ve forgotten, Dimitri, it’s been over five years since I last saw my sister. I believed her dead as well.”

“Do I have a say in this?” Nia asked, bringing the attention back to her. “I’d like to meet your friends, Edelgard. When introductions are finished, I’ll greet my old friends. I’m not officially joining the Academy just yet, after all. But I can still attend a class or two every week. As long as Seteth will let me, right?” She looked at her guardian.

“I suppose I can allow that …” Seteth nodded slowly. “You’ll be well protected with your siblings around, after all.”

“Why would she need protection?” Edelgard asked.

“We still haven’t found those responsible for initiating the Tragedy,” Seteth explained.

As the siblings left Seteth’s office after a quick farewell, Nia froze. Standing at the end of the hallway were two other young men, one that made her blood turn to ice when she saw him. He was clearly from Duscur, the same people that had mercilessly slaughtered her parents.

Dimitri noticed his sister’s hesitation and was about to talk to her when Edelgard led her away, toward her retainer. “Hubert, this is Nia, my sister. Nia, this is Hubert.”

“Hello, Hubert.” Nia nodded with a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And this is Dedue, a good friend of mine.” Dimitri motioned to Dedue.

“Hello.” Nia clearly forced a polite reply before returning her attention to her sister. “I’d love to meet your friends in the Empire, El!”

Dimitri watched, feeling the familiar pang of sadness in his heart as his sister walked away. He later explained to Nia why he trusted Dedue, which led her to question her memories of that terrible day. Had they really been attacked by the people upset with their father’s actions?

When the students had all arrived at the Academy, the professors took them out for some training exercises. Nia waited for their return patiently, only to fear the worst when her siblings hadn’t returned with the other students and two of the professors. Then when they did come back, they had a group of mercenaries with them.

Things only seemed to get worse from there. The third professor had fled when the students were attacked, leaving a gap that was filled by one of the mercenaries. The daughter of the Captain of the Knights of Seiros: Byleth. The Ashen Demon, as the rumors went. She decided to teach one of the houses her siblings led. And it seemed that Rhea and Seteth would assign them the most dangerous missions that the students could handle. When Nia approached her sibling to express her concern, she was assured that no harm would befall them, that Byleth hadn’t failed them yet and she just needed to trust the new teacher more.

Things didn’t change until Flayn was kidnapped.

Nia was sick with worry when Flayn went missing, almost as much as Seteth. She had grown to view Flayn as her sister the past four years. Thankfully, Byleth led the rescue of the young woman. It was after that when Seteth agreed that both Flayn and Nia would be safer among the students rather than the knights.

Nia spent more time with her siblings while among the students, finally joining Byleth on the monthly assignments.

It wasn’t until the Captain’s death things started falling apart. Her brother wasn’t acting the same. He was more on edge, changing from the caring brother she knew to some wild, battle-hungry stranger. Edelgard was writing more and more letters to her father in Enbarr, even leaving a couple times to return to the capital for a couple days.

Then Byleth went after the person who had killed her father. Nia watched in terror as the professor she had learned to rely on and trust was swallowed up, sacrificed for some terrible, dark magical spell. How her siblings fell apart at that. Dimitri breathed threats while Edelgard kept her composure. Then, when Byleth returned with a new hair color, things seemed to get better.

After that, Edelgard left for Enbarr, stating something had come up that required her urgent attention. She returned later, just before they were to accompany Byleth to the Holy Tomb for some form of communication with the goddess.

Edelgard revealed herself to be the Flame Emperor, the one challenging the Church of Seiros. The betrayal Nia felt at seeing her sister’s secret … she couldn’t believe it.

“Is this some kind of twisted joke?!”

Dimitri challenged Edelgard, who reached out to her sister for help.

Nia was now faced with a hard decision, one that would change her fate forever.

#d2writes #i have many regrets #so many regrets #its long #its bad #long post

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carefulvenom · 6 years ago

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Anonymous said: Can u make a smut one with Carol Danvers x fem! reader. Where Carol gets jealous and possessive with the reader. Thank youuu! A/N: I hope I did your request justice! I genuinely cannot write! thank you for sending in, possessive Carol is definitely a favorite (;

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT

It’s always a great time when you and Carol go to your favorite bar. You both always end up drunkenly singing your hearts out on the karaoke machine, you slow dance and erupt in giggles, and you always end up in a booth, laying your head on Carol’s shoulder. You try to keep these visits seldom so that it stays fun and doesn’t turn into a routine. Although, at times where the stress inside of you seems to boil over - which is more often than not, lately - you wish that Carol would drive you out to the quaint little bar, your second home, your getaway.

Which is why it surprises Carol when you ask her if you can go to a new bar, a club, that you heard about from whispers around you at work.

“Babe, I’m confused. I thought you wanted to go to the bar.” She questions you, arms crossed.

“Yeah, I do. But everyone seems to like this one! I heard it’s super fun and full of crazy, new, experiences.” You walk closer to her, placing your hand on her shoulder.

She drops her hands down to her side and pulls you towards her by your waist. “Alright, cool. We can do that babe. We’ll have a hell of a time.”

You can’t help but smile and kiss her on her nose. “Yes, we will. We always do, baby.”

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“So, it’s this one?” Carol asks with an eyebrow cocked towards the painted black brick building with music bumping loudly from inside. One of her hands is on your thigh, and the other on the steering wheel. You nod. She pulls into a parking space across the street from the black building.

“Ready, babe?” you ask her, leaning in close.

“Ready,” she answers and kisses you a little more deep and passionate than usual. You pull away and smile at her.

You’re both walking to the building with your hands intertwined. Carol’s wearing her brown leather jacket and your favorite pair of jeans on her, with a pair of boots. God, she’s gorgeous. You decided to wear a t-shirt dress and some thigh-high boots since it is a new club, after all. You want to make a good impression.

“You look so sexy, you know that, right?” Carol asks you softly. She releases your hand and pulls you by your waist again. “Mine. All mine.”

“All yours, babe.”

You’ve only been in this new club for about thirty minutes and you’ve already gotten endless compliments. You feel confident and happy because of them, and you’re welcoming them gracefully but declining offers for drinks. Men and women alike are smiling at you, either noticing you’re new and welcoming you or flirting with you. The music is loud and drowns out their voices, so you use that as a cue to make your way to the dance floor to dance with Carol. You’re here with her and you want to have fun with her, nobody else. New experiences are something to be spent with your girlfriend.

You can’t seem to find Carol anywhere. You look for the loosely curled blonde head of hair and that signature jacket and those jeans that fit her ass so well but to no avail. Dodging sweaty bodies left and right, you walk around aimlessly, head constantly turning to find your girlfriend. She must’ve gone to the bathroom, you think. With the thought of Carol alone in the bathroom of a new place, you hurry to find her. You’re worried and buzzed. You need the touch of Carol.

Arriving near the bathroom area of the club, you look around the outside to see if you can find Carol here. No dice. You reach out your hand to open the women’s restroom, and you’re met with a hand on your arm. You spin around quickly, pulling your hand back into yourself as instinct. Who the fuck is touching me?

“Hey, stranger,” a woman with dark hair and piercing blue eyes flirts. She’s absolutely stunning. “Why didn’t you let me buy you a drink. You’re here alone, right?”

You’re taken aback that someone chased after you. Most people just give up. You’re frozen for a few seconds, taking in the situation. “Uh.. no, actually,” you start. “I’m here with-”

“She’s with me. Her girlfriend. Now get away. Now.” Carol’s stern voice pierces the soft but uncomfortable conversation.

The dark haired woman rolls her eyes and picks her drink up off the table next to her. “Alright. But a word of advice? Maybe don’t leave your girlfriend alone if you don’t want anybody flirting with her.” She scoffs, and turns and walks away.

Carol’s eyes start to glow and you’ve never turned faster in your life. “Babe, stop it now! Not here!”

She sighs and cools down, releasing her hand from the fist she was making. “We’re going home.”

“We just got here!”

“No, listen to me. We’re going home.” Carol barks, staring you in the eye. Your heart flutters and you feel a warmth arising in your core. You never thought that would turn you on.

“Yes, baby,” you reply and take her hand in yours. Your lip is caught in between your teeth. “Whatever you say.”

The car ride starts quiet, but Carol’s hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing tightly. The hand on the wheel is fidgety and angry.

“What’s wrong, Carol?” you ask like you don’t know.

“You know what’s wrong,” she turns and looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re letting these people entertain you when you’re mine. All mine, remember?”

“I remember, baby. I’m all yours. You don’t need to get jealous. You have me.”

“Oh yeah?” Carol starts, as she parks in front of your shared place. “Because I’m not sure you think that. Maybe I’ll have to show you.”

A very soft an inaudible whimper falls out of your lips as you bite them. You’re both staring at each other intently. You can already feel yourself getting so wet that you can’t take it, and you lean in to kiss her.

She kisses you quickly, not allowing you to get what you craved. “Let’s go inside. Now.”

You nod quickly and open your door, and you run inside and Carol follows you. Your breath is heavy and deep. Want and lust are emanating from your core as you see her walk in the door. She’s pushing you against the door in seconds, kissing you roughly and sweet. She always tastes so damn good, like candy. She always goes slow and builds up the pace leaving you dripping wet. But this time, you’re already soaked. Carol knows this, so she wastes no time giving you what you want with her mouth alone. You moan during the quick breaks apart, admiring how strong Carol is as she pushes into you. Your head is resting against the wall as you throw it back signaling for Carol to kiss you there.

“I’m gonna mark you up good,” Carol grows. “So everybody knows you’re mine. Not just you, not just me, everyone.” She dives in to suck on your neck, licking and biting. She makes sure to place kisses behind and on your ear and up and down your neck. She knows how you like it.

You choke out a moan. You’re gasping underneath Carol. You’re nodding and sweating. You’ve never felt so turned on and you’ve never wanted to be fucked more than you do now. You go to kiss her again and she picks you up, showing off her strength. She’s guiding you to the bedroom and her hands are on your ass and her lips are on your neck. Legs are wrapped around her waist and hands are in her hair. You’re both sweaty messes and you’re both ready to feel each other.

“Please, baby,” you whimper. “Fuck me.”

“You don’t need to ask.”

You’re thrown on to the bed, and you sit up quickly. Carol lifts your dress off and throws it off the bed and you slide off your boots easily. She’s undressing herself now, coat and boots on the floor, jeans sliding down her legs. You’re on the edge of the bed laying back on your elbows staring up at Carol. She’s so sexy and dominant with her chocolate brown eyes staring at you, a smirk on her lips. She’s so sexy when she’s possessive.

Carol puts a knee on the bed and crawls over you. She’s leaning over you and she touches your shoulders. You shiver at the touch. She lets her hand wander down your back to unclasps your bra, your tits bouncing free. Carol lets out a growl and pushes your tits together. She licks carelessly, letting her tongue wander everywhere on your tits. She pulls back to admire them, then smacks your right one.

“Mine.”

“All yours, baby,” you pant. “All yours.”

“Fucking right.” She stands back and takes her own bra off and steps out of her panties. She pulls you closer to her quickly, and you’re nearly falling off the bed. She kisses your stomach and makes a beeline down to your slit, stopping right before your clit. She stares up at you and sees your face. She knows you want more.

“Please,” you whimper, again.

Carol kisses everywhere on your thighs, from the soft skin in between them dangerously close to your pussy to the top of them and your stomach. You’re squirming underneath her, moving your hips closer to her face. You need more. Your body is begging and caving.

“Beg for it,” Carol demands. “You belong to me, right? So beg.”

Your pussy clenches and you moan louder than expected. “Please Carol, please. Please fuck me, baby. I need it so bad. I’m begging you, please.” You shiver underneath her.

“That’s a good girl.” She responds and puts her mouth on your slit, tongue exploring your folds. “You’re so wet for me. You taste so good, baby.”

There’s a string of moans coming out of you and some grunts and groans coming from Carol that fill the room like a symphony. You feel so good with her mouth exploring you, a tongue sucking and licking up and down your folds while a thumb circles your clit softly, roughly, softly, roughly. You can tell you’re dripping and you can tell Carol loves it. You’re nearly screaming out for her, her name falling out of your lips and it seems to be endless.

“Carol, please,” you beg. “I need you inside me.”

Carol doesn’t need any more convincing. She shoves a finger inside you and curls it up as she pumps it roughly. Her mouth finds its way to your clit and sucks on it. She shoves another finger inside of you and pumps even harder. Your mouth falls open and you squeak, but seem to be frozen. It feels so fucking good that all you can do is lay there and take it. Three fingers inside. Hair sticking to your face. Hands grabbing the sheets. Your head is turning endlessly, hips moving uncontrollably. The pumping of Carol’s fingers is rough and fast, keeping a continuous stroke. The curl of the fingers seem to hit a spot that sends electricity through your bones and your blood is boiling. Carol slows down the strokes and shoves into you very hard. Pounding you with her fingers, hitting all the right spots, making you wild. You’re already so close to cumming and she knows it.

“Say I own you. SAY IT.” she yells, reveling in the look on your face as you’re about cum.

“You own me, CAROL! You OWN ME, BABY! I’M ALL YOURS!” you’re screaming, just about to release.

“Cum! Now!” She demands, and you listen.

Your orgasm is nothing short from euphoric. You’re sure you’re transported to heaven, or you’re outside of your body, or something. All the pressure built up releases and you’re screaming, your hips lifted off the bed. You can’t do anything or think about anything at all besides the way your body is on fire. Or about the way you feel numb yet electric. Or Carol.

You lay back on the bed, breath heavy and unpatterned. Carol lays down beside you and watches you while she lays down on her side. You can feel her smile burn through you. You turn your head slowly and a ball of sweat falls down your face. You smile back at her, and you kiss her on the lips. You can taste yourself and you can taste the passion.

“You know nothing is gonna come between us right?” you whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Sometimes I need to be sure. Plus, it’s fun to hear you beg.” She beams back at you.

“Yours.”

#Carol Danvers #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x reader smut

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years ago

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Redemption: Chapter Four

one - two - three - four - five - six - seven

I know it took me 84 years to get back to updating my chaptered fics, but that’s how life works folks 🤷‍♀️ I can’t promise I’ll do it more regularly, ‘cause I’m at weird point of my life right now (both personal and work related) and I’m trying my best to keep it all going. Well writing is one of the few things that keep me going, so don’t worry about that, recently I’m more of a ‘no schedule’ type of gal.

Words: 2624; Warnings: few smutty bits; Summary: London’s Continental is still Isobel’s and John’s safe haven, but the current danger is the old feeling between them that still burst in flames.

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“There’s nothing wrong with you wanting to kiss me” John breath out and she finds herself wrapped in his arms. She missed that, feeling him close, feeling the heat of his body, but somehow it felt wrong this time. Perhaps because of all the things she never told him about.

“For me, Jonathan… there’s nothing right with it either.”

Heavy rain was pouring right behind Continental's window, droplets of it cutting through the air like sharp knives. The building itself was wrapped in scaffolds all around - it was the renovation after all.

They were still sitting at the empty bar. Another bottle of bourbon just got emptied. John decided to take a walk on the empty hallways, leaving the two women alone for a moment. He desperately needed to clear his mind from all of the annoying thoughts that were running through it after the last conversation he had with the two ladies.

For a brief moment, when he was looking at her for a tad bit longer than he should, admiring the view of her sitting in front of him, one leg atop of the other, ankles crossed, smile on her rouged lips as she pressed them closer to the drink she held in her hand, he thought that maybe… that maybe Isobel still loves him. But the thought itself was too unreal to be true.

“Did he at least said ‘thank you’?” Sybil broke the silence between them. Her dulcet tone mixed with the sounds of glass clinking and liquid pouring. The alcohol induced haze was slowly wearing off and it seemed like Sybil fancied to keep the intoxication on a steady level.

“He should be thanking me for what?” Isobel was really surprised by her friend’s question, she kept drawing circles with her wrist, the ice in her drink rolling from one side to another, before she lifted it up to her mouth, barely dipping her lips in the liquor.

“For saving his life in that shithole bar?” the black haired woman was pouring more vodka into her tall glass.

“Didn't you had enough of that?” Isa tried to grab the bottle her friend was holding in her hand and take it away from her, but Sybil was faster and she moved away from her reach.

“Hun, if we all going to be dead by tomorrow evening I'd rather die drunk and happy” she said and after mixing her liquor with a blue syrup, she drank it all in one big swig.

The blonde just rolled her eyes and took off her black sweater throwing it across the room onto one of the leathered settees. She fixed the strap of her lacy black corset she had underneath the sweater. The rest of her outfit was composed from matching black jeans and a pair of old not-so-surprisingly black work boots tied all the way up to half of her calf.

“Bullshit. They can't kills us here, you know the rules better than we do. You're the Manager after all” Isobel lit her cigarette and took a deep breath inhaling the smoke from it.

John was smoking his cigarette in the hallway, while looking through the window, staring at the people walking on the streets. He was thinking about all of the things she never told him about. What Isobel never spoke about? What was she hiding deep inside?

He trusted her with his whole life, he knew she would die just to save him, but he also knew that she had secrets just like anyone in the world did.

What is she whispering to Sybil when he's not around? About what things she really wants to talk about, but she's still too afraid to do so?

There are many things she wanted to tell him. But she's too afraid of how he will react to them. It was bad idea that they decided to split. She needed him so much back then, he had no idea. He was too focused on his work, never noticed that there was something bad going on with her. Few years passed, he married Helen and Isobel’s heart was broken once again.

��Just have another” Sybil said, putting new glass filled with alcohol next to the one her friend hasn’t really emptied yet.

“For fuck’s sake…”

“Cut the bullshit, just drink. You can't say “no” to me, I'm your host! We have a renovation going on, I'm hiding a man worth 14 millions at my place-” Sybil was cut off by the ringing sound of their phones.

“15 millions now” Isobel corrected her friend, while looking at her phone’s bright screen.

“...15 millions, perfect… and a woman who’s mad about the man. Hun, if you weren't my friend I'd shoot your Jonathan and right now I would be taking a bath with some handsome men in the Caribbean.”

“Who wants to shoot me?” John walked into the lounge area, holding another cigarette between his cut lips. His face was still swollen in some places, few bruises visible here and there, but overall he looked as handsome as always.

“The same set of people as usual,” Isobel said and finally managed to took away the bottle of vodka her friend was holding and threw it across the bar, “I know about your Russian roots, but for fuck’s sake stop fucking drinking right now!” she shouted at Sybil, making her jump up in her bar stool, “you can't shoot straight when you're too drunk!”

When Wick approached them, the blonde pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took one from it, placed the pack onto the counter, then stuck the cig between her lips and lit it with the matte black lighter that was laid right next to her glass.

“I ran out of mine,” she spoke to him, her hazel eyes sparkling with something he wasn’t able to name. It was probably the alcohol, but he’d rather think that she’s just happy to see him, “and I really needed another one” she pulled him closer by his suit jacket, then unbuttoned it, slid it from his arms taking her time touching them, feeling how his muscles tensed under the her warm hands, and threw it into the same direction she had thrown her sweater earlier.

“Wow, are we getting into the nudity right now?” he asked surprised by her movement.

“It’s hot in here and you’re sweating. Don’t annoy me, please” Isobel took a gulp from her glass. She looked at him, taking another drag from her cigarette and laid back in her chair. John grabbed the drink she was holding in her hand and took a big sip from it. She didn’t objected. They used to drink like that, because it was faster. Two fast drinks before any assignment and they were ready to roll.

“You probably had enough of that” he said before downing the contents of the glass.

“But I’ve never had enough of you” leaning towards him she exhaled the smoke to the side and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray that was on the counter placed between every other thing, “and trust me John, it was fucking hard living that way” the fierce tone of her slightly tipsy voice made him giggle inside a bit.

His eyes glued to her face begin to slide down her scarred neck and onto her exposed collarbones. The tiny lavender branches she got tattooed ages ago were still in the same places he discovered them back in their days.

Wick felt the urge to touch her, to lay his hands on her body and feel the warmth she always radiated. He wanted to kiss her lips, to press his mouth atop of her and see if she tastes the same. The beard on his face would scratch the soft, but slightly scarred skin on her cheeks and she would giggle like she did back in the moments they shared together.

She was looking right in his eyes, her gaze strong, unavoidable. His face was looking better, maybe because of her skills and hotel’s first aid kit or maybe because the light was different now. Isobel’s face was inches away from his and all it took was to lean forward just one bit and she could finally kiss him, press her lips close to his.

The truth was that she knew it all was wrong, especially the thoughts she had in her mind now were terribly wrong, but she couldn’t help it. The feelings she hid ages ago wanted to burst out and onto the surface.

She moved from the high bar stool, sauntering further into the lounges area, disappearing between them from John’s sight. He was torn inside, didn’t know if he should follow her or just leave her alone. Perhaps she just needed some time on her own, so many things happened in the recent hours that it was unreal just to believe all of them.

Sybil was the one that sent his doubts back to where they belong: she poured another two glasses of bourbon and handed them to him, pointing with her head that he should run after her, “I’ll leave you two alone, don’t worry” she breathed, her voice just a mere whisper, so only John could hear her. “Just… be easy on her Wick, remember you’re the reason of a rumble in her chest. Don’t fuck it up this time, alright? She’s determined to save you… let her do it.”

He just nodded his head to her and without saying a word, still holding firmly those two drinks in his hand, turned around on his heel and moved into the lounge area, determined to find Isobel.

There she was, curled on one of the sofas, her head pressed into the headrest, eyes closed, lips slightly apart. Her chest was slowly moving up and down, as if she was in a light state of dreaming and John couldn’t fight the urge to stare, his eyes flickering between her soft facial features, the exposed skin of her collarbones, the cleavage of the corset she had on…

“It’s not polite to stare like that, John…” her hazel eyes were piercing right through him and when he looked up and their gazes met she smiled. His face was flustered, cheeks rosy with the memory of every night or morning they had the chance to spend together. She quickly discarded her boots and moved to the other end of the sofa, grabbing John by his tie and pulling him closer.

John placed the two glasses he held in his hands on the table and sat right next to her, their thighs pressed together.

“I want to hold you close…” John mumbled out, his hands gently caressing hers, then sliding over to her thighs, where he ran them upwards, slightly moving in the seat, so he could press his body to hers.

“John please” Isobel cupped his face in her hands, leaning closer to him, almost crawling onto his lap.

“Yes you’re right… I should have pleased you more often” he pressed his face further to her, their lips so close together they were almost touching, but he flinched backwards and looked her in the eye, his features scrunched, his own dark eyes wide.

“That wasn’t the issue… you never failed to please me” her fingers moved to the collar of his shirt and undid the first button, slowly fiddling with his black tie.

“Then why you left? Without even saying a word? Without leaving a note?”

“Can we talk about it while being sober?” she undid another few buttons on his shirt, unwrapping his tie from around his neck and let her hand slide down his chest.

John purred a little, when she scratched his skin, “I want to feel your skin pressed against me tight” Isobel mumbled into his mouth, pulling him closer by his shirt, making him fall atop of her and she straddled him a little, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Isa…” he breathed out, the sound of her nickname she hasn’t heard in ages falling from his lips send shivers down her spine.

“I know John… I missed you too” he was like an open book to her and he didn’t even have to finish his sentence, she knew him too damn well.

There was something in the look of his chocolate eyes, in the stare he held on her face, in the way he couldn’t look away from her; it seemed like he was enchanted by her and the spell, she put on him back in their military days, never fade away.

John was under her charm, it was true, he never fell out of love with her. Even when he married Helen, Isobel was still in the back of his mind, in his heart in that hotel suite where she lived for so long, it’d be too strange if he suddenly forgot her.

Isobel was his true love and he couldn’t be able to deny it. As well as he couldn’t be able to deny the fact that he was still madly in love with her. The feeling never changed, nor would with her gun pressed against his forehead.

“John…” she breathed against his mouth making it curl into a smile. His large hand cupped the back of her neck, keeping her securely in place.

You tugged very lightly on his hair and he looked right back up at you, only to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He pulled your body closer against his again with his hand flat against your back, needily moving his lips with yours.

“I missed that” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, leaving a path of wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down to her arm.

“And I missed that…” her voice is like a soft music to him, the familiar tune he hadn’t heard in ages.

“I want to touch you…” his voice is deeper, more lustful and he dips his head to press a searing kiss between her breasts.

“J-John… you’re already doing that” he slid downwards, until he stopped at her hip level and she lifted them so he could pull down her pants, discarding them to the side before crawling over her again.

Isobel let her hands run over his chest and he sighed, leaning into her touch and closing his eyes. She quickly undid the rest of the buttons and slid the shirt off his arms, letting it fell to the floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him down to press her lips against his she kissed him passionately like they were young again.

Feeling him smile into the kiss, she wanted to pull him closer but he teasingly bit her lip before sitting back up and unbuttoning his trousers, making her watch his every move intently as if she was afraid she’d miss something. Isobel watched him stand up and take off his trousers and she used the moment as an opportunity to sit up and undo her corset, just in time before he crawled back over her again, picking up the kiss where he’d left off as if he’d never left her lips and without warning let his hand run down into her underwear, making Isobel gasp against his lips and hold on to his arm when he began to rub his thumb over her most sensitive spot, his fingers teasing her entrance.

She stared at his bruised hand that slowly disappeared between her legs and there was something different about it now. The lack of the cold feeling that should’ve been caused by his wedding ring that was previously wrapped around his finger, or rather the view of it simply not being there was burning her eyes.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years ago

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Run Away with Me | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)

Word Prompt: Pining

Words: 2612

Fandom: Rogue One (Star Wars)

Summary: Growing up with Bodhi Rook, you had ideas of what kind of future you wanted, but life doesn’t always go according to plan. If it was meant to be, you will meet each other again. Title inspired by Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey, and Khalid

It was your neighbor, Bodhi Rook, that started your fascination with the stars. You remembered late nights where the two of you would climb onto the roof and trace out patterns in the sky. Then, you’d listen to him plan out how he’ll reach those stars, becoming a pilot and explore.

The two of you were young at the time and didn’t really have an idea of what was going on around you. To you, the world was just you, Bodhi, the sands of Jedha, and the stars above. Bodhi would even say that he’d take you anywhere once he became a pilot and have his own ship. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, it was hard to say no.

Then, you had to move away. Your parents were restless and you didn’t know why. How could you? The world you saw didn’t include politics and war. You thought your father was a simple businessman, a trader, who would travel to different moons and planets to earn money for the family. Turns out, it started that way, until he realized how much more money he could earn from being a smuggler. His contacts increased, the credits increased, and the danger increased. And somehow, along the way, he had crossed a member of the Empire.

It was no longer safe for your family in Jedha. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Being a smuggler’s daughter has its pros and cons. You found out what you were good at, negotiations, creating alliances, and reading people, and you were quick to learn how to use a blaster. Plus, you get to explore and see different worlds, meet various species, and learn different languages. This wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but smugglers can’t be choosers.

You had heard about the Empire occupying Jedha and your mind went immediately to Bodhi. Is he safe? Is he still on Jedha? Did he ever get to become a pilot like he wanted? It had been years since you saw him and you try to shake it off as a childhood crush that you needed to get over. What are the chances in this vast universe of seeing him again?

You often follow your father during the meet ups while your mother stayed on the ship, running it for a quick getaway. With you by his side, you were able to play good smuggler, bad smuggler to get the deal you wanted. Only when he knew it would work, of course. Some species or settlements were more violent than others, so he taught you how to pick and choose your battles.

“Sometimes a deal isn’t worth it,” he had said.

One day, your father caught a virus from another planet and it would take weeks or months to recover. So, your mother stayed behind with him on a neutral planet while you went off on your own. You took on simple jobs to start off with, but traveling alone was driving you mad, so you managed to buy a scraped up droid and found some spare parts to fix her up. Desa, you called her, because of the faint red and brown paint that reminded you of the deserts and mesas of Jedha. Now, it was just you and her.

You couldn’t believe that the Empire was able to build something as destructible as the Death Star, powered by the kyber crystals that they had mined from Jedha and the other planets that they probably occupied. Jedha was merely a test subject for their new toy. Your home was gone. You remembered looking up at the stars, tracing patterns in the sky, hoping that your stargazer friend escaped. At this point, you weren’t even sure if he was still alive.

You tried your best to remain neutral throughout your jobs, only accepting deals that won’t drastically compromise your stance. After what they had done, you were definitely against the Empire and only prayed that something would be done to stop them before more people die and homes obliterated.

It was getting harder not to pick a side. The more you travel, the more people you see that were just trying to survive. Suddenly, it wasn’t just illegal weapons and materials that needed smuggling, it was people. Families trying to escape the war. You couldn’t just let them die.

“It’s your call,” Desa said, “I will follow.”

Just like that, you were smuggling refugees to safer planets and moons, settlements that were welcoming them in and fought against the Empire. You try your best to save as much as you can, avoiding both stormtroopers and Rebels along the way. You didn’t always succeed. Some were lost causes, some were so close to a safe haven.

“We just need hope to keep us going,” a mother said to her family.

The settlement that you took them to were attacked a few weeks later. You almost wrecked the ship when you found out, but Desa had easily restrained you until you calmed down, collapsing in her cold metal arms.

You later hear in the corner of a shady tavern that the Resistance managed to destroy the Death Star. The war was still raging, but at least the looming threat was gone.

“I don’t do these kinds of jobs, Edwards,” you told one of your contacts.

A contact that you’ve known for years had recently joined the Rebel Alliance and contacted you for a smuggling job. You gave it a shot and met him on a neutral planet in one of their taverns, finding the man in a corner booth. It was then when he proposed a job that would help the Rebels against the Empire, involving using your ship to transport some of their men for their missions.

“But, I’ve heard that you’ve been specializing in… people,” Edwards said, low enough so that only the two of you could hear.

You sighed, looking over at Desa who shrugged stiffly. “I don’t do escorts,” you repeated to him.

“We’ll pay you for each trip,” he insisted, sliding a datapad towards you, showing you his offer.

It was a lot, more than three jobs of smuggling a refugee family. Funds were running low as your ship was getting older and more repairs needed to be done. It would be easier to buy a new ship, but you were sentimental and it was your first ship that you bought with your father.

“It’s your call,” Desa said.

“I knew you would say that,” you muttered, sliding the datapad back. You drummed your fingers on the table and leaned back, adjusting your leather jacket. “How many groups?”

Edwards shook his head. “Just one. Rogue One,” he said.

“Never heard of them.”

“They’re the crew that infiltrated Scarif and stole the Death Star blueprints that helped the Alliance take it down,” he whispered, looking around for people listening in.

“And why do you need my ship?”

“Everyone sees you as a neutral party, a simple smuggler. Their U-Wing and cargo ship are recognized by certain groups that are affiliated with the Empire and those who holds a grudge on them from a mission or two. I’ll tell you the details of their mission only if you accept.”

You sighed again. “Fine.”

The next morning you waited by the docking area, Desa scanning the area with a metal hands wrapped around a blaster rifle. It was ten minutes passed the promised meet up time when Edwards finally appeared with cloaked figures trailing behind him. You adjusted your stance, readying for any potential threats.

“Edwards,” you greeted the man.

“(Y/n), this is the crew I was talking about. I’m sure you’ve received their mission briefing,” he said, gesturing to the group behind them. One figure in particular looked restless.

“I have. Show me your hands,” you ordered, eyeing the group. Desa poised her rifle, warning them to not test her.

“Do as she says,” Edwards told them calmly.

They slowly raised their hands, showing them empty. When Desa was satisfied, she nodded at you. “Alright. My ship, my rules. If anything arises that goes against the deal, it’s over and I’ll either eject you into space or drop you off at the nearest neutral settlement. Depends on the occasion,” you said.

One person nodded, stepping forward, revealing a man with soft brown hair and a stubble wearing a blue fur parka and a blaster strapped to his leg. “I’m Captain Cassian Andor,” he said, shaking your hand, then gestured towards the tall thin figure, “That’s K-2SO.”

“I’m perfectly capable of introducing myself,” the droid snipped.

“Reprogrammed Imperial droid, huh?” you said, impressed, “Nice to meet you. Come aboard.”

Cassian nodded, his droid friend following him into your ship. The next two figures seem to be a package deal. “I’m Baze Malbus and this is Chirrut Imwe. Thank you for helping us,” the taller one said. You nodded and they climbed into the ship.

“I’m Jyn,” the woman said, not bothering to shake hands, “And if you ever cross us-”

“The same goes to you, too,” you replied, “And don’t worry, I never take contracts that conflict with each other. You have my word that no warm will come to your crew from us unless it’s from self defense.”

Jyn was satisfied with this, offering you her hand. You shook it firmly and shared a smile with her before she climbed in behind the two monks. You were finally face to face with the last of their crew, but you felt like you knew them already. The hooded figure shuffled up to you and launched forward. Desa readied her rifle, but you held a hand up to stop her.

“I missed you,” Bodhi cried, holding you tightly.

Your eyes began to sting as you hugged him back. Your stargazer friend. Your first love. He was here holding you. “Oh, Bodhi,” you breathed, “Let’s continue this inside, yeah?”

He wiped his eyes and nodded. You turned to Edwards who was silently watching the whole thing. “Did you know?” you asked him.

“I suspected. I knew you were originally from Jedha and he was, too. He had the same habit as you, looking up at the stars with a faroff expression,” he said, stepping away, “This is where I leave you, until next time.” He held his arm out.

“Alright, take care of yourself, Edwards,” you said, grabbing his forearm firmly before pulling away.

He nodded. “May the force with you.”

The mission ran smoothly and you found that you worked well with the crew. Five people and a droid, they were a force to be reckoned with. With Cassian’s leadership and Jyn’s assertiveness, the monks’ fighting skills, K2’s diverse skill set, and Bodhi’s flying skills, you understood how they lead a battle on Scarif even when outnumbered.

Bodhi had proudly told you that he became a pilot, though under the Empire as a cargo pilot, but he had been the one to send the message to the Rebellion about the Death Star plans. You assigned him as your copilot without a thought, hoping that you wouldn’t get distracted by Bodhi’s flying competency.

When the mission was over, you flew them over to the Rebel base on Yavin with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You had never gotten so attached to a contract before. Well, you never had spent this much time with your contract before. They had become your comrade and your friends and Bodhi… you thought your feelings for Bodhi were reduced to friendship, but they were merely dormant.

You carefully landed the ship after getting clearance while you tried to keep your expressions neutral. You opened the ramp, allowing them to climb out while a small team of medics rushed over to check on the crew. Desa placed a hand on your shoulder as you looked over at Bodhi. He had moved to the back of the ship, helping K2 and Baze unload their bags. One particular bag was too heavy for him, so Baze gently pushed him aside and grabbed the bag for him.

“Bodhi told us about you,” Jyn said, suddenly appearing next to you.

You jumped and cleared your throat. “Good things, I hope,” you joked, covering up how startled you were.

“Nothing but good things,” she said, “He would tell us how attentive you are, how you were kind and patient enough to listen to his ramblings about the stars, and how the stars were reflected in your eyes. He’s still lovestruck with you, (Y/n), and I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Honestly, I had a bet with K2 about who would break first during the mission, but you two idiots don’t even know that you’re both in love with each other.”

You forced out a laugh. “I’ll admit I had a crush on Bodhi when I was younger, but it’s been years since I’d seen him. People change,” you defended, crossing your arms.

Jyn sighed, standing up and made her way over to the ramp. You followed her and looked out to take in the Rebel base for the first time. These people of different backgrounds, different species, different planets, fighting to be free from the Empire’s tyranny. And Bodhi was in the middle of it. He always wanted to explore, become a pilot, and help people. He finally got what he wanted.

Cassian finished talking to the general and walked back to the ship. He smiled at you and said, “We could always use someone like you,” he said.

You shake your head. “I don’t…,” you trailed off, looking over at Desa, then at Bodhi who was adjusting his new goggles. Two young men rushed up to help with the cargo and Bodhi slipped into an authoritative mode. He looked like he belonged here. He was no longer the boy that you shared a roof with. You weren’t sure that there was room for you in his new world.

“Think about it,” Cassian said, noticing your hesitation, “You are always welcomed here.”

You nodded, shaking his hand. “Thank you, Captain Andor.”

“Please, it’s just Cassian, now.”

He turned to address his crew while you slipped away into your ship. Bodhi had finished ordering where to place the cargo and listing the repairs needed in their equipment when he heard the engine of your ship starting. His head whipped around, his goggles almost falling off his head as the ramp was raised. His throat tightened as he pushed through his crew and the medics, trying to get back to you. He just got you back.

“The force works in mysterious ways,” Chirrut said, squeezing his shoulder in comfort as you flew off, “If the force wills it so, (Y/n) will come back.”

Bodhi nodded, watching you leave and unable to say goodbye or tell you to stay for the second time in his life. After you left, there were many things he was able to achieve, but they just weren’t how he imagined it to be. You weren’t there with him.

He had planned to learn how to fly, get a ship, and whisk you away from the cold desert moon. It was all part of the ideas that you and him used to plan on that roof all those years ago when the world was just you, and him, the sand from the desert, and the stars above. If the force had allowed the two of you to meet again, he held onto the hope that you would come back. It could be like old times, meeting on the roof of a ship after the sun had set and gaze at the stars.

#writersmonth2019 #Bodhi Rook x Reader #Bodhi Rook #rogue one imagine #Star wars imagine #riz ahmed imagine #riz ahmed #My wifi was down and writer's block hit me at the same time #I'm two days behind in this writer's month

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lurafita · 6 years ago

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Obsession - Chapter 3

Read the prologue here: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184483191964/obsession-prologe

Chapter 1: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184510347369/obsession-chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184622702054/obsession-chapter-2

Obsession – Chapter 3

“Okay Parker, try to top this. My first couple today: the guy orders a plain hamburger and the woman with him a hamburger ketchup only, right? So, I serve them and am about to go to my next table, when they call me back. The man says he ordered it plain but got ketchup and the girl says she wanted ketchup but got a hamburger plain. Apparently I mixed up the plates when I set them down. Big deal, right? So they look up at me like I had ruined their whole meal. I bent down again and picked up the plates, walked around to the other side of their table, and then set the plates down again, this time in the right order. The guy goes 'That's better. You be more careful in the future, young man. Not everyone is as understanding as us.' I have no idea if they were trolling me, or if it really didn't occur to them to just switch the plates themselves.”

His fellow waiter said, as he struggled out of his work uniform and into his usual street clothes. Peter laughed as he did the same.

“Sorry Brian, but prize for 'worst customers of the shift' is definitely mine tonight. I had just asked this sweet looking elderly lady if there was anything else I could do for her, she says no, so I continue on my way through my section. I haven't even taken five steps away from her table, when she throws her teaspoon at my head. Turns out she wanted to see the dessert card again, and couldn't be bothered to think of this two seconds before, when I specifically asked her, or just call out to me to come back. She did this two more times. I was this close to replacing her cutlery with a plastic spork, though she would have probably thrown her glass at me then. When she finally demanded the check, via spoon to my head, of course, she gave me a tip of exactly ten cents, and wrote on the receipt that I needed to be more attentive to my guests.”

Brian laughed as well (because in this business, you either learned to take people's atrocious behavior with humor, or you developed an ulcer from all the repressed anger)

“Fine, you win on account of flying silverware. You gonna be in tomorrow?”

Peter shook his head as he finished putting his work clothes into his locker and grabbed up his backpack. He noticed that one of the straps needed to be taped together again, the old duct tape beginning to peel off.

“Nah, man. I need to finish an assignment for my main, so I traded shifts with Becky. I'll be here for the late shift on Friday.”

Brian grimaced in sympathy. “Damn, my condolences, man. All those nine to five, Monday to Friday people ready to cut loose.”

Peter let out a forlorn sigh. “Tell me about it. Friday's are the worst.”

The two left the restaurant through the back door, thankfully being able to navigate the narrow alley easily by now, as it was already dark outside and the lamp that was supposed to light up the backstreet, had been shattered a long time ago. The two walked together, bantering friendly with each other, until they reached an intersection.

“Well, see you later, Pete. Good luck on Friday, try not to let yourself get groped too much!”

“Like anyone has ever been able to work a Friday night without a bruised butt to show for it. Later!”

They bumped their fists together in farewell, before Brian went right and Peter turned left down the street.

He was exhausted. While it hadn't been a particularly busy shift at the restaurant, Peter had had a very early class this day, as well as two tutoring sessions in between his afternoon lectures. Thank god their manager had taken pity on them and closed the restaurant thirty minutes earlier than usual. Now Peter might just make it home before midnight. It was a bit of a walk to his and his aunts apartment, but the restaurant paid it's workers above minimum wage and the tips were usually pretty decent as well. So the almost fifty minute travel on foot was well worth it. Also, the lengthy walk presented a chance for him to go through his mental check list and think through the assignments he still needed to hand in, as well as his schedule for the next few days.

So deeply in thought was he, that he didn't notice the group of six men that followed him into the alley he used as a shortcut.

Until he was suddenly grabbed by his shoulder and spun around and against the dirty wall to his right. His eyes widened in fear when he looked at the group of rough looking men in front of him.

“Now what do we have here? Out for a late night stroll, little lamb?”

The brunette resented that remark. He was not a 'little lamb', okay? Just because he had a bit of a baby face and wasn't as brawny and muscly and tall and intimidating and rough looking and... on second though, he got it. He pressed himself further into the brick wall at his back, when the man in front of him, (the apparent leader of the group) slowly pulled a jackknife out of his pocket. He held his hands up defensively.

“U-uhm,... hey,... uh.. look, I don't want any trouble, okay? If, if it's money you want, I d-don't have much, but you can have it! Okay? There is totally n-no need for any violence.”

The man in front of him and his compatriots grinned widely and dangerously at that.

“Oh really? Well then, why don't we-”

“Hey! I called the police! Drop the knife and get away from him!” Was suddenly shouted from the entrance to the alley. The group of thugs looked at each other, at Peter, and then at the figure that was speedily making their way towards them.

“This isn't worth the trouble, let's scram!”

And just like that, the six would-be robbers ran the other way, out of sight.

Peter's knees nearly buckled with relief, and he hastily bent over and breathed deeply.

“Oh thank god...”

“Hey, you okay there?”

He almost flinched at the words, before realizing that his timely rescuer must have reached him while he was fighting off his shock.

“Yeah,.. yeah, I'm... I'm okay. I'm... thank you. Thank you so much! I-”

“Hey, hey, breathe. It's alright. All safe now, okay?”

The male voice was deep and calming, and as a strong hand started stroking his back in comforting circles, Peter slowly managed to relax. He took a long breath, and then straightened back up.

“Thank you, again. I... I don't even know why this stuff still gets to me like this. This is hardly the first time I have been mugged.”

It was hard to make out detailed features in the dim light of the alley (all Peter knew regarding his rescuers appearance so far, was that he was a bit taller than himself, a lot broader than himself, and had a beard), but he noticed how the man in front of him stiffened at his words.

“You have been assaulted before?”

Peter shook his arms out, feeling like he needed to move a little, to get rid of what was left of his shock.

“Well, I wouldn't call it assault. I mean, if you just give them your money, they leave you alone. Sometimes they don't even get their weapons out.” He almost didn't notice when the man wrapped a supportive arm around his waist and steered him out of the dark alley and to the main road. He let himself follow the others lead easily, thankful for the strong arm around him, as his knees were still a little shaky. He just kept rambling. “So, nobody gets really hurt. But, yeah, muggings are pretty common here, especially when it's this late at night. I know this sounds bad, and it kinda is. But I'm really, really glad that you were there, because I really need the money I made tonight to buy some parts to repair that stupid heater in the apartment, since the landlord refuses to acknowledge that there is a problem with it. And the forecast said to expect a cold wave for next week, and my aunt just got over her bout with the flu.” They had at this point made it to the well lit street, and Peter was finally able to get a real look at the man who saved him, while the slowly decreasing adrenaline continued to make him spit out a horrendously embarrassing amount of word vomit. “So, really, I'm so very, very grateful to y-”

The following words got stuck in his throat.

That was Tony Stark.

He had been saved from being mugged by Tony Stark, and then made an absolute fool of himself by babbling like the complete idiot he truly was. Oh god. That thug should have just stabbed him, at least he wouldn't have embarrassed himself by bleeding out on the ground. Then again, if anyone could make a fool of himself while dying, it would be Peter Parker.

And now Tony Stark was looking at him weirdly. Oh god, he hadn't said any of that out loud, had he?!

“Are you okay, Peter?”

As soon as the name slipped out, Tony wanted to kick himself. He wasn't supposed to know Peter's name yet!

“I-I,... yeah, I,... you are Tony Stark... you are one of the brightest minds of this century and I just... I uhm. I uh, hi. … Hi, I'm Peter Embarrassed. PARKER! Oh, my, god. I'm Peter Parker. And really embarrassed. Hi.”

Tony almost sighed in relief. It seemed Peter hadn't noticed his little slip. He smiled.

“Hello Peter Embarrassed Parker. I'm Tony Stark, but you already know this.” He couldn't help but tease a little, and he relished in the deeply red blush that overtook the brunettes face.

The younger man then buried his head in his hands.

“You know, I should just legally change my name to this? It would be accurate, at least.”

Tony snickered, and then gently pried Peter's hands away.

“Don't worry about it. I would pick the embarrassed, tousle haired, cute guy, over the usual reaction my name inspires, every day. It's very charming.” Which wasn't an exaggeration at all. The last rabid Tony Stark fan he had encountered during the Stark Expo, had ripped his shirt off and thrown himself bodily at the genius.

He didn't think it was possible for Peter to blush even more, but there you go. Damn, he really was cute. But even Peter's adorably flustered self couldn't change the fact that it was well past 11 pm, and there was a chill wind out. And Peter was only wearing a thin jeans jacket. Tony really needed to get the precious thing home.

“You probably already figured that out, but that bit about me calling the police was a bluff. Which means there is no reason for us to keep standing around here. So, where to?”

He gestured to the sleek, red sports car that was parked, only a few feet from them, along the sidewalk. (Was the hot rod red polish a bit much? Possibly. Were the golden hubcaps a bit much? Definitely. But what could Tony say? He wasn’t a very subtle man) Peter's eyes widened dramatically, when they landed on it, and he quickly shook his head.

“Oh, no, Mr. Stark. I couldn't possibly make you drive me home after everything you have already-” But Tony nipped this in the bud right away.

One finger placed over his lips had Peter all but holding his breath. Tony looked directly into the deep, brown eyes before him, his voice just a touch lower than before.

“Let me drive you home, Peter.”

He didn't remove his finger from the soft lips until the younger man nodded his head slightly, and instantly missed touching them.

He would taste those lips soon enough.

He guided Peter, hand gentle but firm on the small of the brunettes back, to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for him. Peter tried once more to feebly protest.

“Really, Mr. Stark, you don't have to-” and was just as easily rebuffed as the first time.

“I insist. Wouldn't do to have kept you from being mugged by those guys, just to give someone else a chance on the rest of your way home now, would it?”

He narrowly kept himself from buckling Peter in, that might have been just a bit too much at this stage of their relationship acquaintance, and simply shut the door when Peter was seated. He quickly walked around the hood of the car, glancing covertly through the windshield to see as chocolate brown eyes stared in amazement at the luxurious furnishings of the car’s inside. Peter's reactions were so endearingly genuine. Then he was behind the wheel, forgoing the seat belt as he usually did, and started the engine.

“Where do you live?”

He knew, of course, but he could not allow himself to slip up again. He had gotten lucky the first time. So he waited for Peter to rattle off the address and pulled onto the street.

“So, how come you were out so late in the first place, especially in an area where people regularly get robbed?”

Again, Tony already knew this, but he wanted to get Peter talking a bit more. It would help alleviate the younger man's nervousness, and also, Tony enjoyed the sound of the youngers voice very much. He listened contentedly as Peter told him about his job as a waiter at the 8 Islands restaurant, which he had taken on to help his aunt pay the bills, while he studied at Berkeley college in New York. Skillfully asking questions about topics he knew Peter would answer passionately to, Tony relished in the conversation they were having. While most of the the things Peter 'revealed' to him, were already known by Tony, the simple act of talking with the younger man was so... so... He didn't know how to describe it. Though Peter was still a bit embarrassed and rather shy, he answered all of Tony's inquiries openly and honestly. Honesty was such a rare treat for Tony to come across. People always tried to make themselves out to be more interesting, more daring, more experienced, more smart, just overall more than they truly were. The billionaire couldn't remember the number of fake personas he had met in his life, who would tell him all the things that they thought he wanted to hear, that they believed he would find alluring, just for all of it to come crashing down at a later time.

But Peter was different. He freely admitted that he personally didn't hold more than a passing interest in mechanical engineering, though still admired the progress that Tony had made in the field. No false praise along the lines of: 'Oh, Tony, you are the most genius man on this earth.' even though it was readily apparent that the person knew nothing about what Tony even did. How often had Tony heard things like: 'Oh, Tony, I was so fascinated by your presentation of the latest Starkphone design.', even though the person had no idea what the terms 'Interface', 'CPU' or 'AMOLED' meant.

Peter didn't try to make himself seem perfect, or flawless. “I should have known that those chemicals wouldn't mix the way I needed them to, and I would have, had I just taken the time to research them properly. But I was just being a brat. Totally full of myself, thinking I knew better than the teacher. So, yeah, that literally exploded in my face. I definitely deserved having to clean it all up myself.”

How often did people just try to skirt around their own accountability? How often did they try to shrug off any responsibility for their own actions? How often had Tony heard the phrase: 'Well, that wasn't my fault.' and 'Well, someone else messed up.' or 'Well, I couldn't be expected to account for that.'

Peter was curious, but not invasive. He asked Tony questions about one of his current projects, but didn't even try to pry into his private life. (Though Tony would gladly allow him to) One would think this common decency, to not ask deeply personal questions of someone you had known for barely five minutes. But normal etiquette rules didn't apply to famous people. Be it reporters shoving their microphones in his face, screaming questions at him about how his break up with Virginia Potts would impact the future of Stark Industries; or the runway model that approached him in a club, asking if it was true that he was into orgies; or any random person he would come across anywhere, feigning sympathy while inquiring how his rehab was going.

Peter was a rambling fountain of scientific curiosity (and maybe he had a little oversharing problem), but he was respectful and polite and sweet.

Tony had already purposely taken three wrong turns, just to extend their time in the car together that little bit longer. But all good things had to come to an end, and soon Tony parked his car on the side of a dilapidated looking apartment building. Which meant that now it was time for part two of his plan.

“I really can't thank you enough, Mr Stark. Not anyone would have done what you did, you know? I just,... if there is any way I can make it up to you...”

Most people in Peter's situation right then, would have said this in a tone of voice that suggested a sexual favor in payment for the good deed. Would have moved their body in an alluring way, would have licked their lips seductively, would have touched his arm or thigh in a clear indication of what they had in mind.

But not Peter. Peter was genuine in his gratitude. Peter really just wanted to find a way to thank the man who helped him. No ulterior motives, no underhandedness.

And he had played right into Tony's hand.

He killed the engine and turned to the younger man.

“Well, if you are that hellbent on thanking me, there is actually something you could do for me.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “Anything.”

And oh, what delicious, debauched, fantastical images ran through his mind at that word. Anything.

But he shook such thoughts off. It wasn't time for that yet.

“See, there is this charity event coming up, and I just know that it's going to be dreadfully boring, just as these things always are.” He rolled his eyes for effect, before fixing them on Peter again. He allowed himself to be a bit daring, and brought his hand up to cradle the side of Peter's face in it. “Being in the company of such a delightfully brilliant young man as you, would surely make it much more bearable. So, wanna be my plus one?”

Tony had no idea whether it was the sudden physical contact, or the matter of the question itself, but his gorgeous sweetheart looked completely overwhelmed.

“I... I couldn't... I... but I'm just... “

It seemed the only words Peter was capable of forming right then, and Tony decided not to give him the chance of coming up with a reasonable excuse to decline the invitation. He softly stroked his thumb along the heated skin of the others reddening cheekbone.

“Of course you can. Here, give me your phone number, I will send you all the details tomorrow.” Peter drew his phone out of his pants pocket on autopilot, and Tony snatched it up with his other hand, before the sweet thing regained enough of his faculties to register what he was doing. He quickly called himself with Peter's phone (and used the connection to install a cloning program on it, that he had prepared before hand.) “When are you free to go to a tailor? I bet you would look ravishing in a smart suit.”

Peter didn't answer, still caught between trying to find the words to convince the older man that he was not 'important-charity-event' material, and the hypnotizing sensation of having a rough, strong thumb running along his cheekbone. The sudden click of his seat belt releasing, and the slight pressure of his phone being pressed back into his hand, partly brought him back to reality.

Mr Stark smiled at him.

“Let me walk you to the door, Peter. I need to make sure you make it all the way home safely, don't I?”

And before Peter really knew how he had even gotten out of the car, he was two steps away from the door to his and aunt May's apartment complex, his phone clutched in his hand, backpack slung over his shoulder, and Mr Stark's arm once again solidly wrapped around his waist.

The man steered him the last two steps before the buildings entrance, and then leaned down to his ear.

“Open the door, Peter.”

And Peter did, fishing his keys out of the side pocket of his backpack and unlocking the door, all in quick succession, not even thinking about it. As soon as the door sprung free of its lock, Mr Stark tightened his arm around his waist, giving him a slight squeeze.

“Good boy.”

Peter blamed the shudder that ran through his body right then on the cold wind.

Then the arm around his waist carefully turned him to face the taller man, while also maneuvering him through the opened doorway and into the entrance hall.

“I will contact you tomorrow.” The arm was gone from his waist, but the hand was suddenly back on the side of his face, and the thumb was again stroking lightly over his cheek.

“Go to sleep now, Sweetheart.”

Had he really heard that? Had Tony Stark really just called him, little nobody Peter Parker, Sweetheart? But before he could think even further on this, there was the sensation of a pair of lips on his other cheek.

“Sweet dreams, Peter.”

“Y-You t-too, M-Mr S-Stark.” He somehow managed to stammer out, while bringing a hand up to the cheek that had just been kissed by the genius engineer in front of him. The same genius engineer who then smiled sweetly at him.

“Call me Tony.”

He could not do that. He could not possibly be that informal with someone of Mr Stark's stature.

“Sweet dreams... T-tony.” How the hell had he done that?

And then Tony smiled at him again, and as he leaned into the entrance way, Peter didn't know if he expected to be kissed again on the cheek, or maybe this time on the lips, or for Tony to follow him in, but what he certainly didn't expect, was for the other man to grab hold of, and then close the door.

As the 24 year old Berkeley student stood there, staring at the closed door, unmoving for a whole 31 seconds, he couldn't decide if he was relieved, or disappointed that Tony hadn't kissed him again.

Making his way back to the car, Tony felt like whistling to himself. This had gone exceptionally well. More so, the way Peter had reacted to him had trumped all of his expectations. It had been perfect. So perfect in fact, that not even the sight of Barnes leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest and looking absolutely unimpressed, could dampen Tony's mood right then.

He grinned at the man.

“Gotta hand it to Natasha, you really are good. Since when have you been following me?”

He wasn't even perturbed about not having spotted the man sooner. Just thinking about that shudder that had gone through Peter when he had called him a 'good boy', as well as the easy way Peter had followed his lead, killed any annoyance he might have felt otherwise right at the spot.

The bodyguard shrugged. “Since you left the tower. Without telling anyone. Again.”

Interestingly enough, Barnes didn't seem all that annoyed by that, either.

“You know there are easier ways to ask someone out, than to hire a group of thugs to stage a mugging, right?”

Tony scoffed as he climbed into his car, only a little surprised when Barnes got in on the other side.

“I didn't hire anyone. Diego and his little gang still owed me.” He turned the key in the ignition, giving the gruff looking man next to him a questioning look.

“Don't you have to get your bike or something? Or did you follow me all the way on foot?”

Again, the other man just shrugged.

“It's taken care of. Should I be preparing a security detail for Mr Parker?”

Tony was almost impressed by Barnes knowledge of Peter, but then again, he probably shouldn't be. After all, this was the man that Natasha had recommended.

“Yeah. As I have very recently discovered, this part of the city is even more unsafe than I thought. But get someone discreet. Or better yet, you do it. Natasha is scheduled to arrive back tomorrow, which should free you up some. I don't want Peter knowing that he is being watched protected. At least not yet.”

Barnes only nodded, and Tony decided he liked the man.

tbc.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years ago

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The start of an apprenticeship; Newt Scamander x teen reader

While I was posting up my Supernatural fics I thought why not give u guys more Newt. Now this was one of my recent and first Newt Scamander requests I got recently on Wattpad. And let me just say I had a FREAKIN blast with this story :) So I hope all of you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was sooo happy that someone asked for a Newt request and I delivered if I do say so myself :)

Warnings: Nifflers, Demiguises, Newt Scamander fluff, Goldstein sister fluff, but real warning here, TORTURE (using one of the unforgivable curses), other than that just fluff and nifflers.

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It first started off with a simple Thanksgiving vacation from Ilvermory. I had gone to visit my older sisters Tina and Queenie to surprise them but when I got there, it turns out I was on the receiving end of a surprise, when my eldest sister Tina had brought in men into our apartment when the landlady strictly forbids men from entering the premises.

“(Y/n) what a surprise” my big sis Queenie stated happily as she came up and hugged me tightly.

“Hey Queenie, mind telling me why there are men in our apartment?” I asked nervously.

“I think you should talk to Teenie” I turned towards my eldest sister and she explained that Mr. Scamander the wizard wearing the blue trench coat had committed a crime against the secrecy of Wizard kind, and the other man Jacob Kowalski was a no-maj that is sick because of Mr. Scamander.

I took a good look at both men and saw that Mr. Scamander had shaggy brownish hair, freckles danced across his face but he held a warm presence. Even though he was tall, he wasn’t intimidating. I took notice that he held onto a suitcase very tightly and kept looking around the apartment trying to figure a way to get out.

While Mr. Kowalski had a tuff of black hair, a mustache that went all over his upper lip, he wore a suit that was just barely able to hold onto him and he did appear a little sick as his face glistened with sweat and he tried to keep his stance. I also took notice that he kept staring at my sister Queenie, not like in the way most men have stared at her like they wanted to own her as property, he was in awe and it was almost like a puppy-dog kind of way he was looking at her.

“Hey (y/n), you’ve had such a long trip from the train station so why don’t you get settled in and then come back out for dinner, and no sweets don’t count as a meal” I stuck my tongue at Queenie for using her mind-reading abilities on me. I picked up my suitcase and went into my room and saw that it was all cleaned up for me.

I set my stuff down and began unpacking for the week vacation that I had from school. I got changed from my uniform minus my robes into more casual nightdress. Once I was done changing, I joined up with my sisters and our guests and we all sat down and ate the delicious meal my sisters had prepared.

After dinner, Queenie and Jacob seemed to get a long really well as they talked about their love for cooking and baking. I smiled softly at them never once seeing my sister so happy before in her entire life talking to someone who also enjoyed the same thing’s she did. Like I had said before, most guys think of wanting to get her as a trophy wife and have her be the stay-at-home woman cooking and preparing coffee for them, or just use her as a chance to cheat on their own wives or girlfriends to show them that they could get someone better than them on the side when they don’t give them what the guys want.

Thankfully my sister always stands up for herself and tells them straight away that she’s not interested or goes right to the girlfriends or wives and tells them of what their spouses are doing. But seeing her now with Jacob, he’d be good husband material in my eyes for my sister, if it wasn’t for the laws of wizarding community here in America.

That’s why when I get out of Ilvermory, I want to travel the world and I don’t know maybe settle down in England since their laws are looser when it comes to No-Magic people or No-majs as we call them here.

“Our little sister here is just about to be done with school. Top in all her classes and is looking at a full scholarship into getting into MACUSA’s International Research team. She’s always wanted to travel the world, haven’t you sweetie?” Queenie said to me.

“Yeah, it’s always been a dream of mine. Travel the world, see what other cultures are like”. I said to Jacob.

And Tina or as I sometimes like to call her Tina “Kill-joy” Goldstein struck again when I heard Queenie state solemnly that she wasn’t flirting.

“I’m just saying don’t go getting attached he’s gonna have to be obliviated. It’s nothing personal”. Tina stated solemnly.

“Oh hey, you okay honey?” Queenie asked Jacob as I began to take notice of his starting to get dizzy and his sweating began to grow worse.

“Ms. Goldstein I think Mr. Kowalski can do with an early night, besides you and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my niffler so….” Mr. Scamander stated as he sat up from his chair. I tilted my head in confusion and Queenie and I said to Tina at the same time.

“What’s a niffler?”

“Don’t ask” she muttered. “Okay you guys can bunk in here” she said as she walked towards their room.

Once settling down for the night, Queenie knocked at my door and I told her to come in and she came in with a cup of hot cocoa.

“Hey sweetie, thought you might like a drink before bed”.

“Thanks Queenie”. I said as she came up to me and I took the cup from her and blew on it before taking a small sip.

“How is your year going so far?”

“It’s going well. Me and Danielle continue to do our competitions with each other in our Potions class, just last week she was going so fast in trying to outdo me that she caused her potion to explode right in her face, but I helped her clean up after class in the end cause I couldn’t let her take it alone”.

“You girls and your competitions, but you are a good friend to helping her clean up the classroom, so you excited to have finally brought your wand outside of school?”

“Yes never have I been happier then when they told me I could finally bring my wand home”. You see since the Magical community in America is so paranoid about being exposed by the no-majs, Ilvermory has issued a law that anyone under 17 cannot take their wands out of school.

They have to remain inside their dorms at all times when it comes to home visits and only until the wizard or witch reaches 17 years old, then and only then can they bring their wands outside of class, but one slip-up of using magic outside of school grounds or using magic outside of my current residence, results in severe punishment even expulsion from the school.

But since I just turned 17 on All Hallow’s Eve, I was officially allowed to bring my wand home with me.

“Now you can help me cook some meals” she stated.

“Yep, I can’t wait”.

“But for now it’s time to go to sleep, no into bed little missy”. I placed my cocoa down on my nightstand by my bed and Queenie tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. “Night honey”.

“Night Queenie” I stated tiredly as I yawned. She then turned off my lights with her wand and closed the sliding doors behind her as she left for the guest room.

Later that night I had this dream of seeing President Picquery’s right hand wizard Mr. Graves in his office. Why I was dreaming about him I have no idea, I mean I only met the wizard once when I was first being interviewed for the scholarship that Ilvermory was giving me. I didn’t speak to him physically but I saw him around, plus my sister Tina talks about him constantly always getting on her back about something.

But what happened next was something I never expected to see in my dreams. His face appeared to change his onyx black hair with bleach white, his facial structure began to slightly change into a much older man and his eyes were the biggest changes of all. One was pure black while the other was pure white. I had seen this wizard being posted around in the Ilvermory news.

It was Gellert Grindelwald.

I shot up in my bed panting frantically and I quickly got dressed and cried out for Tina and Queenie but no one responded. I then called out for Mr. Scamander or Jacob, again got no response. That was until I saw a note on the kitchen table from my sisters. I picked up the note and it read.

Newt and Jacob left the apartment, Teen went to find them and I was called into work. Things have gotten more dangerous now at MACUSA with all that’s been happening. Please just stay home, lock the door don’t answer it for anyone okay honey? I should be back by sunrise.

Love, Queenie.

No, no, no, no they—they need to be warned. They need to know who Graves really is. I immediately got dressed and then apparated out of the apartment and flew myself all the way to MACUSA.

By the time I got there, it was completely empty with only a handful of people walking around. As I walked through the hallways I then heard a voice call out my name. When I turned around I saw that it was my sister’s boss Mr. Abernathy.

“Oh hi Mr. Abernathy, so sorry to come in so early but I was wondering do you know where either of my sisters are at?”

“I’m not sure about Goldstein but Queenie she’s downstairs preparing coffee for the council meeting downstairs, is there a problem?”

“Yeah it’s—it’s a lady problem. And I would really like one of my sisters to come home and help me out”. At that statement he backed off and let me go my way and I thanked him. I walked on as if I had only one destination to get to then when no one was looking, I apparated towards Mr. Graves’ office.

Once I got there, I took out my wand and pointed it at his door and whispered.

“Alohamora” but it didn’t work. I then ran through my head all the unlocking spells that I knew and tried “Aberto” again that didn’t work. “Oh come on (y/n) think!” I began running through my head again one last time I then came to a spell Danielle once taught me an unlock spell that is so obvious that most people wouldn’t remember it. I then took a deep breath and pointed my wand at the lock and whispered “Sesamius Opus” at that I heard his door open. “Thank you Dani”. I then went inside Mr. Graves’ office.

I looked around for whatever spell or potion was used for Grindelwald’s disguise but couldn’t find anything. I was so focused in trying to find whatever it was that helped Grindelwald with his disguise that I was completely unaware that the devil himself was right behind me.

When I turned around and saw “Mr. Graves” standing there, I quickly took out my wand but before I could even get one syllable out of my mouth, he used his wand to fire my wand out of my hand leaving me defenseless. He then fire a shot right at my stomach sending me towards the wall and soon I felt his hand around my throat.

“What are you doing in here child? This section is strictly forbidden”.

“I know….who you are”. At that statement he sighed deeply and said.

“Much like your sister, always turning up where you’re not needed. What gave me away?” I remained silent not wanting to tell him anything. I felt his grip tighten around my throat cutting off my airway even more than before. “Answer me and I will let you walk with only your mind obliviated of this encounter”. I choked out but managed to somehow get enough spit into my mouth before spitting right in his face.He glared at me with soulless dark eyes and the next thing I knew I saw blackness.

When I awoke I found myself in a pure white room chained up to a levitating chair. I saw what looked like a sea of potion surrounding me.

“You are indeed the more interesting out of your sisters Ms. Goldstein.” I looked up to see Grindelwald himself standing before me. “Top of your classes in all years at Ilvermory, especially in the dark arts and potions. Your professors even praise you for your talents, you could be a great witch one day. Maybe even more. Now answer my one question, how did you see through my disguise?” Even though I was scared to death at seeing the infamous dark wizard before me, I refused to allow him to see me fear. So I kept quiet.

“Crucio” I then felt a surge of agonizing pain come through me as I held in my screams and panted heavily. “I grow tired of your silence my dear, tell me how you managed to see through my disguise and I’ll let you and your family go”.

“Drop….dead” I panted.

“Not what I was looking for, Crucio”. I felt the same pain go through my again. I kept hearing him whisper Crucio again and again and again never once refraining. He didn’t care that I was just a child, he was willing to watch me suffer and he didn’t even care if I would die or not.

I kept screaming in agony as I couldn’t take the pain any longer until I finally answered him.

“I HAVE FORESIGHT! I have foresight….I have foresight” I sobbed out.

It’s true. Like my sister Queenie who was a Legilimens, I was gifted foresight when I was around 8 years old. They don’t happen much and only through dreams do I get them. I haven’t really had one in years when I saw myself traveling the world with someone. Back then I was still learning to control my powers so I never did see who it was that I would one day travel with, but that’s what’s pushed me to getting the International research spot in MACUSA.

“Foresight, I never thought I’d see one so young. And if you were able to see past my spell, as I stated earlier Ms. Goldstein you must be very powerful for your age, and could be even more. Join me, imagine what kind of power you could obtain, what you could create. See a new world where Wizards rule and the muggles live under our reign”.

“Psychopath!” I panted out. His eyes narrowed then Grindelwald shifted back into Mr. Graves and he said in Graves’ voice.

“Very well then, Ms. (Y/n) Goldstein you are hereby guilt of trespassing and assaulting an Auror. You are thereby sentenced to death and your sisters will receive the same sentence”.

“No….no please th-they didn’t……”

“Shhh” he the pointed his wand at the chair and I was now being lowered towards the death potion. I let out weak sobs as I saw three people in white coats now come in to watch me be executed. I threw my head back silently praying for someone to help me and that’s when I heard the door slam open and what sounded like a fight came out.

My vision was blurry but I swore I thought I saw a flash of blue fighting off the three executioners.

“(Y/n)!” I opened my eyes trying to focus my vision and it was there I saw standing before me was Mr. Scamander.

“Mr. Scamander?” I stated out.

“Hang on I’ll get you out of there”. He then pointed his wand which unlocked me from my chains but before he could do another spell I tried to tell him.

“Mr. Scamander behind you!” He was then suddenly punched by the male executioner and the two of them began to try to over-power the other. Newt then cleverly kicked the male’s shin inward and release some kind of bat-like greenish-blue creature and it flew around until it tackled the man down which forced his wand into the death potion making it sizzle like boiling water and raise it up higher towards me.

I whimpered and tried to stand up but I could only curl myself up into the chair.

“Mr. Scamander!” I cried out.

“Now, now don’t panic everything’s gonna be just fine. Now listen to me (y/n). I need you to jump towards me”.

“I—I can’t…..He used the Crucio spell on me”.

“Alright, alright”. He then made some sort of hissing sound at the creature and soon it began to change its flying pattern and circle under and then over me. “Jump”. I looked to him and then at the creature flying over me and I said.

“You’re insane”.

“Jump on him (y/n). Don’t worry I’ve got you”. As I saw myself now beginning to be encaged by the death potion, I tried to stand up but every muscle in my body refused to obey me, plus I was deathly scared. What if I didn’t make it? What if he didn’t grab me in time? What if I died today?

“I—I can’t…..I’m scared. I won’t make it, I can’t make it Newt I—”

“Hey, hey (y/n). Look at me, okay I need you to look at nothing but me right now, can you do that for me?” Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him and he told me. “I’ll catch you. I swear to you (y/n), I swear on my life that I won’t let you die. I promise I’ll catch you. I’ve got you (y/n)”. Looking into his blue-green eyes filled me with some warmth and I knew that I could trust him, even after just meeting him today.

I nodded telling him that I believed him. And no matter how much my muscles were screaming at me, I began to slowly stand up just enough so that I would be able to jump.

“That’s it, I’ve got you (y/n)….Go!” I then took my best leap and managed to land on the creature’s back before flying forwards and I fell into Newt’s arms. He then held his hand out and the creature turned into a cocoon in his hand and he said to me, “Hold on”. He then adjusted me so that I was being carried bridal style in his arms as I cried out in pain but he calmed me down by shushing me softly before taking off running.

Newt ran down the hallway with me still in his arms. He had me so adjusted in his arms that as he was running I wasn’t being jostled around. I then saw flashes of light heading straight for us as I knew the Aurors had been alerted of an escape and I heard the sound of the alarms going off. Newt hid us behind a pillar and released the creature out and it flew around knocking the Aurors. As Newt came out running he then stopped and I heard him say.

“Leave his brains come on! Come on!” The creature then obeyed as it took off flying again. As more Aurors came for us, the creature protected us by simply tackling them down to the ground. As Newt kept running I asked him.

“What was that thing?”

“Swooping Evil” he answered me.

“I gotta get me one of those”. I joked. Newt kept running on but soon stopped just as we were about to reach the exit and just when I was thinking we had been stopped by more Aurors or even worse Grindelwald himself, I was beyond relieved to see my sisters and Jacob standing before us. Queenie held Newt’s case while Tina had all their wands plus my own.

“Oh (y/n) thank Merlin you’re alive!” Tina stated as she came up to me and took me from Newt’s arms and she and Queenie both hugged me but I groaned in pain.

“She said she was attacked by the Crucio curse” Newt explained to them.

“What?!” my sisters exclaimed worriedly as they both looked over me. As Queenie turned her head she then gestured towards the suitcase as she still held it in her hands, “Get in” she stated firmly. One by one we all went into the case then Newt and Tina both helped me down into the suitcase. Newt carried me down the steps before handing me to Tina who was at the bottom of the steps and as I was transferred to my sister, I saw that I was in some kind of shed.

“Place her over here” I heard Newt’s voice say. I was then gently placed as I cried out in pain on a soft makeshift mattress. I felt Tina sit beside me stroking the hair away from my face.

“I thought we told you to stay home sweetie?”

“You—you needed to…..”

“Shhh don’t speak now” my eldest sister whispered. I then heard Newt’s voice say.

“Lift her head a bit, have her drink this. This should give her back some of her strength”. My head was then raised up and I felt something touch my lips and I felt a potion working its way down my throat softly. I swallowed it whole and once I was done, I felt myself growing very tired before I blacked out in exhaustion.

*3rd Person POV*

Tina dabbed her youngest sister’s head with a damp cloth and Newt said to her.

“That should do it, now all she needs is some rest”.

“What exactly is that Crucio thing that did this to her?” asked Jacob.

“It’s one of the three unforgivable curses. The three most powerful and dangerous spells that any witch or wizard can do. One is an instant kill, the other can control a person’s actions against their will, but the one (y/n) was submitted to tortures the victim beyond any levels. Think of it as someone taking a hot iron rod and touching it to your skin from the inside”. Tina explained. She turned back towards her sister and took a better look at her.

Her once vibrant skin was now ghostly pale, her eyes that were once filled with light were now sunken in and dark circles underneath her eyes. She couldn’t believe that someone in MACUSA knew the unforgivable curses and would do that to an innocent child.

“Here, for once she wakes up. This should give her some more strength and energy”. Jacob handed to Tina one of his grandmother’s desserts that he presented to the bank before all this mess started. Tina nodded in gratitude then she set the treat beside her sister then the two men left Tina alone with her sister.

*My POV*

When I woke up I found myself in a shed. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them up I was staring face to umm….snout with some black, furry creature. It had a pink snout, black fur, webbed feet with claws and a stout tail. It sniffed at me before cuddling right back into me.

Normally someone would scream at seeing something just staring at them especially if they didn’t look like a normal animal, me on the other hand, I thought the creature was cute and it was friendly enough to cuddle with. I giggled and pet it when I heard the door to the shed open and Mr. Scamander came in saying.

“For the last time you pilfering pest, stay in your burrow and don’t go—Oh (y/n), how are you feeling?”

“Better, much better actually. Wh—where am I? Last thing I remember was being in MACUSA”.

“You were hit with one of the forgivable curses, luckily for you I managed to brew a potion strong enough to give you back some of your strength. Now I would suggest still getting some rest, you were barely able to stand when I got you out”.

“Oh yeah you—you saved me. Thank you Mr. Scamander, I owe you my life”.

“Oh please call me Newt, and there’s no need to thank me”.

“Yes there is Newt, if it hadn’t been for you I’d…..well I doubt I’d even be here”.

“Well I couldn’t just let you die could I?” I smiled then I turned my attention back to the creature in my lap and I asked him.

“And who is this little guy?”

“Oh that is my niffler. Terrible bugger he is, anything shiny and he’s off like a shot. Grummy little thief, I thought him wanting to come in here was because I must’ve left something shiny in here, but I guess he wanted to come and see you. Dougal was also wanting to see you, he always has that parental sense in wanting to care for things”.

“Dougal?” I questioned.

“Do—do you think you can walk? Try and stand up for me?” I slowly found my footing and tried to lift myself up. Wobbled the first few times but I managed to find my footing and proceeded to walk towards Newt. He held his arm out for me to take just in case I felt like falling so I went ahead and took it. “Now before we head out I must warn you advance, it is a bit much for first timers”. He then opened the door to the shed and the second we stepped out, it was like I was in a whole new world.

Multiple habitats like those no-maj zoos that I’ve always visited whenever I came home from school but without the cages surrounded the entire area. I was in awe and bewildered by the amount of space this suitcase had, it was truly bigger on the inside.

Dozens upon dozens of creatures were around roaming freely around their habitats but my attention was drawn to the magnificent Thunderbird to my left. I was in pure awe at seeing my Ilvermory house creature standing before me.

“Is—is that a—”

“Yes, he’s the reason I came to America. His name’s Frank, I found him in Egypt all chained up, I couldn’t leave him there so I rescued him, healed his wounds and brought him here to take him back to his home in the wilds of Arizona”. Soon a white furry creature with big golden eyes came up towards me and hopped onto my back and started stroking my hair. “This is Dougal, he’s a Demiguise, fundamentally peaceful most of the time but can give a nasty nip or two if provoked”.

“Hello Dougal” I reached up and stroked through his soft fur and he let out a purr like sound as he leaned in against my hand then he adjusted himself more until he clung to my back. Newt continued to show me around the case where I got to meet more of his creatures and he even introduced me to a creature I thought I had been seeing move around in his cloak at dinner earlier yesterday evening.

He told me that his name was Pickett the Bowtruckle and he has some attachment issues of not wanting to leave Newt’s side and join his branch (which is what a family of Bowtruckles is called). But if I’m completely honest, out of all the creatures I’ve met, I seem drawn to the niffler the most. The little guy even gave me one of his gold coins and Newt was surprised at that, telling me that he’s never shared his gold with anyone before, not even Newt.

“(Y/n)!” I heard two voices cry out my name and soon I saw my sisters running up towards me and I embraced them both.

“How are you feeling honey?” asked Queenie.

“Better than what I was earlier”.

“Why didn’t you stay home like we asked you to?” questioned Tina.

“I—I had a vision about Mr. Graves, guys….he’s not who he says he is”.

“Wh-what do you mean sweetheart?” asked Jacob.

“I mean that Mr. Graves never even existed. Not until he came to MACUSA, and how is it that he’s managed to rise faster in the ranks of Auror command than any other Auror who had worked for President Madam Picquery? Guys…..Mr. Graves is actually Gellert Grindelwald”. They all looked at me in shock except for Newt who might have had the same suspicions as I did.

“(Y/n) are you sure that he’s Grindelwald?”

“Teen, have my visions ever been wrong? Why would you doubt me now?”

“She’s right Tina, just from talking to him when we were being interrogated there was something about him that almost had a similar connection to Grindelwald’s belief. With all these attacks that have been happening that you’ve told me about, the obscurus. Grindelwald would seek a chance like that to expose us to the Muggle-world”. Newt backed me up.

Before we could continue on with our conversation, Frank suddenly went on the defense as thunder rumbled above us and he was flapping his wings almost anxiously.

“Danger, he senses danger”. Newt stated.

“(Y/n), you need to get home right now” stated Tina.

“What no I’m coming to help you guys!” I snapped at her.

“This isn’t a request. He already hurt you once, almost killed you I—I can’t let that happen again!” Tina choked. I walked up to her and embraced her and I said to her.

“I learned from the best witch on how to fight. Now that I know exactly who I’m dealing with and won’t fight blindly, I’ll only step in when I need to”. She looked at me skeptically but I stared back at her with strong eyes determined to not back down from my decision.

“Just stay close to either me or Newt okay?” I nodded then we all began formulating a plan to stop Grindelwald.

*Time skip to after the battle with Credence*

After Credence was destroyed by the Aurors and “Graves” tried to persuade the Aurors of their crime and how the supposed law to keep us save from the no-majs and asked them if it really protects us or them. At that moment Graves snapped and tried to kill Madam President Picquery but Newt used the Swooping evil to distract him and fired out some kinda of cocoon webbing to trap Graves where he stood as my sister used the Accio spell to bring Grave’s wand to her. As he turned to us with hatred in his eyes I said to President Picquery and the other Aurors.

“You all have been deceived. Mr. Graves was a fictional character created to hide his true form”. I then pointed my wand at him and made an R shape as I stated, “Revelio”. At that moment Graves began to breathe out harshly as his hair changed into the bleach blonde, the older face began to form as well as the mustache. As I circled before him there kneeling before the Aurors was Gellert Grindelwald himself.

“Do you think you can hold me?” He asked President Picquery.

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald” she stated lowly. It was then two Aurors came up and took him into custody and walked him out of the subway. Newt came up to me and hid me from Grindelwald’s view as he stopped right in front of us. The dark wizard turned towards us and he said to Newt.

“Will we die, just a little?” His eyes then turned towards me and he smirked wickedly down at me before being lead up the stairs.

After he was taken into custody, in order to obliviate the entire city of New York, Newt suggested that by using the Swooping evil venom he could use Frank to create a thunderstorm and that should erase every no-majs memory of everything that happened tonight. Seeing Newt say goodbye to Frank was heartbreaking and I knew it had to be even harder for Newt.

I mean he told me he had basically helped raise Frank back up on his feet the moment he rescued him. To all of his creatures he saw them as his children and he vowed to protect every one of them, but now he had to let one of them go just like he was set off to do before all of this craziness started.

“(Y/n) come here please”. I heard Newt’s voice say to me. I was surprised to see both him and Frank looking at me. I turned towards my sisters and they both nodded at me to go on so I cautiously walked up and held out my hand and Frank brought his beak to my hand and I stroked through his feathers. “Seems he’s come to like you”.

“I wish I had more time to get to know the creature that represents my house. But I know this is for the best, like you said this is why you came to America in the first place. And you must be willing to let them go”.

“Indeed” I heard him say. After Frank was done nuzzling my chest he then let out a cry and turned towards Newt who said. “You know what you’ve got to do”. He then tossed a vile of the Swooping evil venom in the air and Frank caught it in his beak and took off flying high into the sky. ��I stared in awe watching him go higher and higher into the sky. Seeing him cause the sky to darken and thunder boom in the sky as well as lightning flash until finally a big boom was heard and rain began falling.

The Aurors then began to repair the damage of the battle while the no-majs went about their normal day as if nothing happened. Once everything was cleaned up, President Picquery ordered us that Jacob had to be obliviated because even one witness could cause trouble but she allowed us to say goodbye before she and the rest of the Aurors walked out of the subway.

At the top of the subway exit, we said our goodbyes to Jacob even though it was hard, especially for Queenie. She tried to convince that she would be willing to come with him and that she’d never find anyone like him. Even though he tried to brush it off, she assured him that there was only one like him. I then tried to stop him by whimpering out his name but he assured me.

“It’s okay kid, it’s okay. It’s just like waking up right?” Then without another moment’s hesitation, Jacob stepped out into the rain and allowed the potion to do its work. Queenie then used her wand to form an umbrella above her as she walked towards Jacob, stroked his face and gave him a kiss. I lowered my head sadly as tears fell down my face and I hugged Teen and she rubbed my back and stroked down my hair comfortingly.

Queenie then came back towards us and though we hate to, we apparated out of the subway and back to our apartment before Jacob could open his eyes.

The next few days I received the letter I knew I had been dreading. Ilvermory had caught wind of my use of reckless magic in MACUSA headquarters and for that I was expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship into the International research has been revoked.

I sighed heavily then I heard Newt’s voice say.

“Something troubling you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship opportunity into the MACUSA Research team has been revoked. Even if Madam President could convince them to reinstate my scholarship I doubt there’s any way I’ll get back and finish my last year of school. And I doubt MACUSA will hired a student with an expulsion record”.

“Actually….there is another way you could see the world” he stated.

“And what is that if I may ask?” I asked.

“For a while now I’ve been thinking about hiring an apprentice. Someone who could keep an eye on me from over-working myself and helping me with my creatures. I’m always traveling the world discovering new things for my book and I would like an editor by my side at all times instead of waiting for weeks on end to hear a response back”.

“Are you—you’re offering me an internship?”

“Now it won’t pay much, but you’ll get to do what you’ve wanted to do your whole life. See different cultures, meet new people, and you’ll be my first young witch I educate on why Magical creatures should be protected instead of being hunted to extinction”. I smiled at him and he said, “Plus I think the niffler would miss you. He kinda likes you”. I laughed softly and hugged Newt and said to him.

“Thank you Newt, for everything”. He was tense at first but then he relaxed and embraced me back and said.

“You’re welcome”.

After a long talk between Newt, Tina and Queenie about his offer of hiring me as his apprentice, they agreed that the best thing for me right now especially after my expulsion would be to go with Newt to get some experience out there in the world.

So a few days later after setting up my passport and packing all my things up, Tina and Queenie came with Newt and I to the docks that would take us to Madrid, Spain and then from there the world was my oyster. After Tina and Newt said their goodbyes to each other, Queenie embraced me tightly and said as she rocked me.

“You have fun and listen to everything Newt tells you okay honey?”

“I will Queenie”.

“I’ll miss you baby sister”.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you big sister”. She kissed my cheek and hugged me one last time before I turned to Tina. She smiled and hugged me and said.

“You be sure to write to us as much as you can”.

“I will I promise Tina”. She kissed my forehead and stroked the hair out of my face before turning to Newt and said to him.

“You make sure to look after her for us”.

“You have my word, no harm will come to her under my watch”. The boat then let out a blow of its horn. “Come on (y/n), we better board or else they’ll leave without us”.

“Coming Newt”. My sisters smiled down at my proudly with tears in their eyes and we all got into one last sisterly group hug and they both kissed each of my cheeks then I followed behind my teacher and the two of us walked onboard the ship and as we took off, I waved by to my sisters and they waved back to me until New York was out of our sights. I sat myself beside my new mentor and he said,

“Ready to begin your teachings?”

“Indeed Professor Scamander” I joked making the two of us laugh then he took out his journal and ran through the basics with me.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x teen reader #newt scamander fluff #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft fandom #fbawtft fanfiction #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #sister goldstein

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thornsuntitledtrash · 6 years ago

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old art of mine, been redoing stuff and stuff. I’ll post some of the old stuff with the new stuff. I have saved drawings all over my room and computer.

Surface life

Image 1; Red walked into his favorite bar for a much needed drink and finds a new face. Sitting on the bar stole was a woman, drinking shots left and right. She pause for a moment. pulls out a hand full of crushed $20′s and slams them on the bar table.

“6 more, please and thank you.” a little loader then what was intended. Chillby turned his head.

Chillby look at her and sighed, “....As I said before, I cant leave so many drinks on the bar top....but i will take your money. ”Chillby smiled and took the money and began making her drink.

“ugh fine, just easier to line them up and drink it with out waiting for the next one.” She said in a drunk whisper. She lean back a bit and closed her eyes.

Red sat down on his stole. The bar was slow tonight, a few customers here and there. Even a few humans in the far back table. Which is rare, but if they have the cash Chillby will gladly take it. As long as their not starting trouble. This being a monster bar and all. You get the Dumbest humans making the Stupidest comments. Some raciest some borderline looking for a fight.

Chillby walks by and passes the woman her drink and walks up to Red, giving him his mustered without even asking.

“Hehe Thanks Chillby, been just die-en for a drink.” Red smiles and starts to drink. He hears a small snort from the woman two seats across from him. Her free hand holding her face head turned away, blocking his view of her. Chillby saying nothing walks off to attended to other customers. Clearly not in the mood tonight. Red smiles. He will leave Chillby be for now. He found a new distraction for the night.

He eyed the woman, dirty blond hair. She was a little on the short side. 5′2 or 5′3 maybe, but every human is short compared to him. She had on a gray button top with no sleeves, and a large magenta colored sweater that started at her upper arms going well over her hands and ending along her hips. To him it looked like on of those sweater dresses. Or it could be on XXXL sweater, either way she looked good. Her legs were long and curvy, covered in black knee high socks. Red whistled to himself. ‘Nice’. He is a leg man, and those are some nice legs. Head still turned away from him but now looking at her drink. He seen a few good looking human woman. Though none would give him the time of day. Which is no skin off his nose. He-he!. But this Chick looked different, body wise. She gave off the feeling, ‘ I don’t care. Leave me to my drink. Don’t bother me. ’ type of feeling. Not in a real rude way either. Also there was something about her. Something that he couldn’t put his finger on about her. She seem different from the humans across the bar. If anything she seem more similar to Monsters then human.

Come to think about it’s not the first time he had this same feel before with a human. Walking down the street he would past someone and not really paying much attention think it was a Monster but then turn and see a human. He shrugged it off and go about his way. Another time would be when he and Boss was shopping in a isle of can goods there was a spill. Chill Sauce, I think. Boss yelled that there was filth in the Isle. 3 seconds we both felt something, magic in the air. Boss thought it was an attack and was preparing his own attack so was he. We turned to see a human Employee run over and pause she said, “what spill?”. Boss pointed to where the spill was and there was none. The next Isle over someone yell back, ”Sorry!”.... but how did they get to the spill past us to the next Isle over?. We went to the next Isle and saw two humans talking, a Man scolding a child about being more careful when holding glass jars. Boss walked off making a comment on at least these humans have cleaning standers. Red followed thinking nothing of it after that.

Taking a big gulp of is mustered, Red looked at the woman finishing off her 2 out of 3 colorful shots. taping the last 1 with her finger. He decided. he wanted her attention. He didn’t know why. Maybe to see if her face matches the body he was admiring from two seats over. Getting up he walked over and sat down in the stole next to her. She somewhat laugh at the not intended pun earlier. Maybe that will get her attention now.

“Hey, haven’t see ya here before. I would buy you a drink but it looks like ya got it. Looks like 2 down and 4 to go.” Red says finishing the rest of mustered. She turned her head and looked at Red. ”Sorry had to ‘mustered’ up the courage to ask.” Hmm not bad. Not bad at all. Round face, full pink lips, pale skin, and her eyes. Icy blue eyes with a hint of violet. Her eyes looked relaxed could be drunk.

“..... Ha-ha, 6 down and 4 more to go yes. 1 more if your still interested in buying me a drink.” Maybe not drunk. She didn’t seem drunk if anything, just tipsy.

This went on for about 30 minutes. Puns flying and a little flirting here and there. Red had down 4 mustered bottles and she finished off her 4. He got her the drink he promised. Red found he was have a good time. She appeared to be have a good time as well. At some point they were interrupted by the humans at the table. Making rude comments about Monsters and Magic.

“ Hey Monster Stick to your own Kind.” one of human males yell out. His face clearly disgusted at there display. Which to be far was just talking. Nothing more.

Red was getting ready to tell him to shove it but was cut off. “I don’t think he should he has been great company. Plus if u have a issue here’s a tissue.” The woman he had been talking to tossed a balled up tissue there way. The turn back to Red as if nothing happened. “By the way you never introduce yourself.” she said to Red with a laid back smile. She was right I never did. Lets fix that. he he.

“ Ha!, your right. The name Sans, Sans the Skeleton but you sweetheart can call me Red.” Smiling Wide, Red put out his hand for a handshake. Her hand held his. He noted that her hands were small and warm. Cute.

“ Well Red nice to finally know the name of the person i have been talking to for half an hour. My name is -”

“ Hey what’s your problem you into Monsters or some shit!.” The same human called out. “ Bet she is one of those types. yea? Like’s the danger thrill right!” Getting everyone attention in the bar. though there was only just them, Red and her at the bar and a 2 humans at a both by the door and a Monster bear looking out the window from his seat.Oh and Chillby not looking happy. “ If you looking for fun tonight just come on over. We will give you what your looking for.” He pulled up his shirt. showing off his broad chest. His Buddy's cheered.

“ Your safe will use. We have what you need, Skin for one!.” the male to his right call out show off this arms. The other was cheering his friends on recording with his phone. All 3 looked looked to be in there 20ish. All of them Drunk.

“Pf-ft hah hah haa!, who comes to a monster bar and is racist and ignorant of the people around them.” She turns her head to them looking bored. Her smile gone and eyes narrowed. “ You know what......there is a lesson here. Its people like you who get on my nerves. You say stupid things to get a rise out people. Thinking that if they do something I got friends, that got my back.” She sipped her drink and leaned on her other elbow. “ Whats wrong? can’t hold your own? Have to show how ‘manly’ you are by insulting others? or Show off what ‘little’ you have?” Clearly not interested in the their display. “if anything it’s cowardly. and I hate cowards.”

Red was a little taken a back. Chillby was just about to walk over and most likely throw them out. When there was a feeling of magic in the air like an magic attack was readying, but it was off it felt more like magic tension or-

“Chicken Shit...” She said pointing a finger at the first offender who made the first rude comment who started this. Magic came from her finger. Orange and Purple magic shot from her finger out it to the human male. There was a flash then a poof. In his place was a....

“..........bak bak”

“Dude! What the Fuk!!” said his buddy to the left

“ He’s a Chicken!!, A fuckin Chicken!!!. The other said dropping his phone.

Chillby, Sans, The Bear Monster and the other 2 Humans starred eyes and eyes light wide. Some Shocked that a now chicken is where a man once stood.

“ Not a chicken really but a rooster. I was going for Chicken ‘Shit’ but I’m a little more then tipsy. But I got results.” She got up and went to the door after downing the her last drink.

“Hey! What the fuck lesson is there to learn.!. Your braking the law using magic us normal Humans. Fucking Mages!” He scream looking at his now chicken friend.

“....Oh right the lesson. Um mm, don’t mess with People and keep your opinion to yourself. Plus this is a magic zone. Where I can use magic. Anyway he will change back in few.” She made it to the door then paused. “ Almost forgot.” She turned to Red and smiled and said, “ The names Yvette.” She left.

Tada!!! old art with story. The next image is just trying out faces for the sans and pap’s. The other image will have a story later on. Ill post it next maybe.....^w^/ Hope my spelling and storytelling is understandable.

#my art #my story #undertale #undertale related #underfell red #OC mages #funny... i hope

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skyeloaded · 3 years ago

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The Nigerian Graduate - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7 It was Bola. I was confused, she was followed by Diamond, I didn’t know her real name. “Here you are, husband snatcher!” I was confused, why would they gang up against me. “Wanna-be!!” Diamond clapped . “What soap did u used? You used your village juju on my fiancée abi? I looked up,it was Bola who spoke. ” fiancée? “I asked looking shocked, I returned my gaze towards Fiwa, she was shocked also. ” I know you too well, Aderin. You purposely snatched my man. I’m not hear to listen to some craps.. I knew you lied, you think Shina can marry you. You’re no saint, my dear.”she said sitting on the stool. “Riri, I know Shina is not aware of your past life, mine was better yet he left… So, get a life, sis. We’ve been together for over 15 years” “I’m giving you two good days. Leave my man!” She said as they stormed out. I was confused. I knew Amber Rose too well, Dummy was dangerous, Diamond was cunning. I knew my end is near, I smelt doom. “Are you going to sit there all day” I heard Fiwa speak, it sounded like “are you going to die today?” “Fiwa, what will happen to my relationship?” I asked “Just get home and tell Shina about it. I warned you earlier… I do!” I was close to tears, I picked my bag and left her shop without any other words. I got home and locked myself in the guest’s room.I left a note on table telling Shina not to look for me, I told him I went to see my parents. I heard him reading it aloud,he called which I refused to pick. I was in the room for two good days trying to figure out what next to do, I was confused, shattered,tired and restless. I could not eat. I came out the third day fully prepared for the worst, I was going to tell Shina, I went to our bedroom, packed my clothes, showered and cooked. I was eating when Shina came in, he was surprised to see me and I could not conceal my sadness. “Baby, what happened?” He asked. “Just a slight headache,honey” I wanted to tell him about Bola but my tongue was tied. We ate together, and he suggested we see a movie, we sat on the couch but my mind was not there. I wanted to tell him but I was scared, scared of losing the man I loved, scared of breaking his heart. We sat for hours when we heard a car horned and the gateman opened the door. I was alert. Diamond and Bola came in without knocking, I froze. “Whoa! Lovely apartment” Amber Rose commented as they took their seat. My heartbeat increased, I wished I could disappear or die. “What are you doing here, Bola?” Shina asked silently. “To see my fiancé and his drama queen” she replied grinning. “I knew trouble was looping around when Dominique came. I knew she was a devil!” He shouted. “Ayomi, we’ve been together for over fifteen years, why would you leave me for a cheap w---e you met barely two months ago?” “You know the answer, hoe. Moreover, watch your tongue!”He barked. ” you left me because I had two abortion while you were away? Ask her if she’s a saint” shina and I exchanged glances. “Hey miss, this is my woman. I know her quite well, she is not what she claimed she is” “Shut your mouth, you dummy” I screamed! “I knew of four times you committed abortions at Kibwas hospital in school, Riri. We met once” she said laughing wickedly. I froze, Shina froze, even the breeze froze. Shina stood up and went into the bedroom. “Is that all? Are you done? Are you through? Homewrecker!” I barked. “Oh! This is just the tip of the iceberg. Lowlifer!” She stood up and they left. I knew right there that it was over. I lost Shina, I lost the man who loved me. I went to the room but he had locked himself in the bathroom, so I picked my bag and left. I could not look into his eyes.I knew I betrayed him. I left without a goodbye. The only thing on my mind was suicide. I wanted to be crushed by a running trailer. I left his house that day and went back to my old house. I got to my former house quite late and everyone in their rooms. I went straight to our caretaker’s room,when he saw the state I am in, he was surprised. He asked me what went wrong and I opened up to him, I told him what happened and about my fake lifestyle. I told him my parents are from Ilawe and that they were farmers,he and his wife listened to me keenly and comforted me. He told me someone else had occupied my room but the guy was yet to pack in and I could use the room for a week. I thanked in and went into my former room, they offered me food but I rejected. I retired in bed thinking about my life, I had a rough and fake upbringing. I vowed that night never to lie again even if it was at the point of death. I was in the room for three days doing nothing, I made few suicidal attempts but I was scared, I don’t wanna die. My caretaker and his wife would visit my room occasionally and the wife brought food which I would either eat or reject. On the third day, I heard a knock, I thought it was Fiwa because she called me earlier and promised to check On me the following day. I opened the door and surprisingly it was Diamond, Dummy and Amber Rose, they dragged me out immediately I opened the door. They took turn raining insults on me as my neighbours were watching, they told them about my fake life in school, my head was buried in shame. “I heard you told your neighbours you are working in Access Bank, abeg which of the branches because I’m working in its branch at Bankroad.?” Diamond asked. All my neighbours kept murmuring. “Alasewo wannabe.” Dummy added. “Aba me na!” Onome shouted in her native dialect. “You lied to them you are a banker when you go around servicing men” Amber Rose said. The three of them took turn hiting me and Dummy tore my yellow gown, I was stark naked except the pant and bra I was putiing on. I covered myself with my tattered clothes and then, our caretaker’s wife came to drag me to their apartment. They left when She threatened to call the police. I felt humiliated, I was devasted and my quench for death increased. She advised me to leave our lodge and go and squat with a friend till in able to get over it. I was in her house till evening and when I told everyone would be asleep, I thanked her and on returning to my apartment, everybody was outside, immediately they saw me, they started murmuring, laughing and pointing at me. I buried my head as I walked into my apartment. The following morning around 5am, I was out of our lodge with my boxes, my handbag and my makeup box. I stood at the junction confused about where to go, I sighted an “akoto” bus and immediately I missed my parents. I waved and opted in telling him our street address… ILAWE, here I come. Read the full article

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130lb Ukrainian Courage pt.19 - Bachelor party cont.

Mandy and Svet are God damn pros. Mandy somehow finds a free booth and whilst Svet slides through the crowd to get to the bar, neither of them missing a beat.

“Right. Hold this booth, do not let anyone steal it.”

Mandy orders her big brother’s, shouting to be heard over the music.

They both nod and sit on either side of the glitter covered table. It is something of a shame that no one in the Milkovich family ever took an interest in football because they would have made incredible defence linesmen. No one would get past them and the few people that try and gesture to the empty seats in the booth they have claimed are quickly dispersed. Iggy lounges back in his chair and gives Mickey a considering look that instantly makes Mickey squirm.

“What?”

“When did you know you were gay?”

It’s an unexpected question and Mickey sucks his lower lip, wondering how best to answer and whether to answer at all. Ordinarily he’d tell Iggy to mind his own fuckin’ business but he’s in an unusually good mood and his brother coming to a club like this … well, Mickey is a little touched by the gesture. Especially after everything that has happened lately.

“I didn’t. Not til Ian.”

“Seriously? You never looked at any other dude and thought ‘Fuck yeah I’d hit that … whoah! I’m a fag!”

“Fuck off!”

Mickey shakes his head grinning, middle finger raised to his brother’s face.

“Nah man, I tried hard not to look at anyone or anything. Figured if I ignored it, it’d go away, you know?”

Iggy nods, accepting this as just another odd quirk about his little bro. Iggy isn’t someone who thinks about things too deeply. Not because he can’t, it’s just that he prefers not to. Some people, like Mickey, seem to over think every little thing and get worried about shit easily. Iggy doesn’t get that sort of concern. He often wants to shake his brother and say ‘Man, who the fuck even cares?’. Looking over at him now, Iggy realises that his question has sparked off one of those weird thought spirals Mickey gets and decides to cut it short.

“Hey, Mick?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever look at my dick?”

“Ew! Fuck you!”

Mickey laughs, rolling his eyes and wishing Mandy and Svet would hurry up. Mission accomplished, Iggy grins and waits for his beer to show up.

On the other side of the room Ian is waiting for his own beer. Debbie went ages ago and Fiona’s hip flask is running dangerously low. Kev and V haven’t touched theirs yet but at this rate they’re going to be buying all their drinks before midnight.

“What’s with the frown?”

Fi leans over and kisses the crease between Ian’s brows.

“Nothing, just … thirsty!”

Ian winces as the word leaves his lips, it is one of many, many words which earn him shots. Thirsty, hung, ball, wood … the list is pretty endless and sure enough Fi, V and Lip start drum rolling on the table as Kev lines him up a sly shot glass of smuggled vodka.

“Fuck! Guys, I’m never gonna make it through the night.”

Ian shuddered as the alcohol coursed through his system. His head felt light and the bright lights of the club seemed to pulse in time with the music, which there was a damn good chance they were. Everything felt too close, not in a bad way, but he’d have felt better if Mickey was there. Lip wasn’t wrong when he teased that Mickey was like a guard dog when it came to Ian, he had been for years really. Since the early days when Ian started working at the White Swallow, Mickey always showed up and watched for trouble. He guarded Ian with a loyalty that Ian had never known from anyone else and now, without Mickey there, the club feels too big, too loud.

“I need to dance!”

He declared suddenly and stood up. He was not going to act like a needy little bitch on his own bachelor party. Mickey was probably out at a dive bar having a great time and Ian would do the same.

Fiona grabbed his left hand, V grabbed his right and together they swayed drunkenly onto the dance floor. Ian felt better as soon as he began to move. It was like poetry, his body responded to the music and took him along with it and his anxieties began to vanish into the rhythms.

“Oh fuck!”

Fiona laughs and Ian grins hazily at her

“What?”

“Your fiance is here!”

“Mickey?”

Ian can’t help the hopeful note that enters his voice and V gives him a curious look

“You got more than one?”

Ian shoves her arm playfully and his eyes follow Fiona’s discreet point. Sure enough, there is a little gaggle of Milkovich’s at a booth on the other side of the dance floor.

“Challenge them to a dance off?”

“Oh shit! West Side Story rumble!”

Fiona screams excitedly

“Bitch, you crazy? I ain’t takin’ on no damn Milkovich in a knife fight! Little fuckers were probably born cradlin’ a blade!”

V shrieks and then flaps an apologetic hand at the wide eyed look Ian gives her

“You know what I mean!”

“Mhmm.”

Ian gives her one more disapproving glance and then looks back to Mickey’s table with a little smile. He had no idea that Mandy was going to bring him to a Gay bar and the fact that Iggy is here too will mean a lot to Mickey, even if he isn’t letting on.

“You want to go say hi?”

“No.”

Ian shakes his head, he isn’t being conceited but he knows that Mickey will gravitate towards him once he knows they are both in the same club. He won’t be able to help himself. Ian knows this because it is exactly what he is feeling at this moment and he thinks of all the times Mickey has watched him in clubs and smiles at the thought of quietly watching over Mickey for a change.

Mandy and Svetlana disappear off to the ladies room and Iggy disappears into the cloud of dry ice. Mickey sighs in contentment at the moment of solitude. He checks his phone and sees a message from Ian.

I: Have a great night Sexy.

Mickey smirks and types back quickly

M:U too. Missing ur ass.

Three little dots signifying Ian typing back appear almost immediately and Mickey smiles to himself, pleased that Ian is wanting to talk to him, even on his big night out.

I: Miss urs more. What u doing?

M: Waiting 4 drinks. In Boystown w/ Iggy!!!!

I: No way!? Thats cool of him! Having fun?

M: Yeah. Better if you were here.

I: <3

Mickey hesitates, glances over his shoulder self-consciously and then sends back

M: <3 <3

He puts his phone back in his pocket and drums his fingers on the table top. His earlier level of drunkenness is creeping back up and he realises that he’s got a raging boner pressing against his zipper just at the thought of his fiance.

“Jesus Christ.”

Mickey mutters, spreading his legs, letting his hand casually hang down to cover himself and tries to think of things to distract his stupid dick from its hopeless mission. Looking around he sees a couple of redhead lovers making out and hastily squeezes his eyes shut tight. That ain’t gonna help. Mickey studies his hands for a moment and glances up hoping to see Mandy coming back with more beers, instead he sees Svetlana making out with some chick with a buzz cut and a short leather skirt. Svetlana is grinding up against the woman and rocking her hips suggestively in time with the music.

“Oh thank fuck!”

Mickey sighs in relief and watches them kiss until his body is completely back under his control. He wonders how pissed Svetlana would be to know that he just used her to lose an erection he didn’t want. The thought makes him grin and he practically cackles in delight at the thought of telling her next time she annoys him. Tonight is awesome!

Iggy reappears a few minutes later with glow sticks, a tub of florescent body paint and missing his shirt. At Mickey’s questioning frown, Iggy waves the tub at him happily

“Traded it for this! Paint me up, bro!”

Mickey takes the little tub of pink paint and curls his lip disdainfully as Iggy puffs out his chest, hands on hips.

“You traded a shirt for this shit?”

“Everyone’s wearing it! Do me, then do you.”

“Pink ain’t my colour man.”

Mickey shakes his head and dips his finger into the paint.

“Yeah well it’s gonna be mine! Make it all trippy and shit, like swirls and stuff ...”

“Uh huh…”

Mickey nods and helps Iggy do a few swirls and dots. The stuff does actually look pretty fricken’ sweet when it dries. Iggy dips his index fingers into the tub and swipes the paint in two high stripes beneath his eyes.

“Do my back!”

Iggy orders and Mickey tongues his lip impatiently. He dabs a few more swirls onto Iggy’s broad back and then gets bored.

“I can feel you slowing down! Just do something fuckin’ big and stop being a bitch.”

Iggy grins over his shoulder and Mickey’s eyebrows touch his hairline and he is about to shove the paint back into Iggy’s hands and tell him to paint his sweaty, gross back himself when he gets a better idea.

“Okay, done.”

Mickey nods and claps Iggy’s shoulder

“Cool! Okay I’m gonna go score us some more coke. Back in a bit.”

Mickey nods and watches Iggy navigate through the crowd, a giant, glowing pink cock running up his spine and erupting in a shower of swirling pink jizz at the base of his neck.

Mandy does a double take as Iggy weaves past her. Laughing, she wonders who the hell did that to him until she sees Mickey using his front camera to dab awkwardly at his face with the same paint.

“Hey! Picasso! Iggy’s gonna kill you!”

She yells, putting down the drinks. Mickey answers her with a wide cheeky grin and hands her the paint pot.

“Can you do me?”

“Cock or no cock?”

“Bitch, if you paint a dick on me ...”

Mandy waves off the last of the unfinished threat with a giggle and gestures for Mickey to sit.

“Check you out getting into your party!”

“Yeah. Thanks by the way.”

“No problem.”

Mandy is utterly relieved that Mickey is having a good time. Neither of them have ever had a birthday party or anything like this before and she just wanted it to be right for him.

“Have you seen Svet?”

“Muff diving a skin head.”

Mandy rolls her eyes but it doesn’t really matter. Mickey and Svetlana get on okay but she knows Mickey isn’t really going to care whether she actually hangs out with them or not. It’s enough that she came.

“Iggy’s getting some coke.”

“Cool! I’ll stick with my version!”

Mandy lifts her cola bottle and winks at her brother who grimaces

“Sure you don’t want me to find the fucker who knocked you up and knock his teeth out?”

He yells over the music and Mandy scrunches his hair in mock annoyance before smoothing it back.

“I’m getting you a dance!”

“What?”

“I’m getting you a DANCE!”

“No … Hey! Mand … Fuck!”

Mickey watches her go with mounting horror. He’s pretty fucking trashed but he’s not that trashed, not even close and Mickey realises that the only way to avoid having some Twinks junk shoved in his face is to disappear. He can see the tip of a familiar fluorescent penis a few paces away and lunges, grabbing Iggy’s arm and dragging him into the booth.

“You’re getting a dance! Don’t fuckin’ move!”

“Right on! I want a Bear! Get me a big guy!”

Iggy spreads his arms welcomingly and Mickey takes his opportunity to run.

Ian watches as Mickey darts into the crowd and tried to follow his movements but the smaller man is quickly swallowed in the throbbing mass of dancers. He wants to follow but Lip is pulling at his sleeve and Ian allows his eyes to turn reluctantly to his brother.

“Your present is here!”

“My what?”

“Your present! Your stripper!”

“Oh fuck!”

Ian rolls his eyes but grins lopsidedly as Lip and Kev push and pull him back onto a couch. Ian looks around for the college kid trying to earn some extra cash. All of a sudden, two powerful thighs are straddling Ian’s lap and he looks up at the beautifully built man above him.

“Hey babe. I’m Steve!”

“Ian!”

Lip answers for his brother who is struck momentarily speechless. The guy is built like a boxer, maybe thirty-five years old, with dark eyes and a shock of jet black hair swept back. He has tattoos up his arms and when he turns around, there is another peeking out of the sequin trunks. Ian closes his eyes and tries to guess what the illustration on the perfect, muscular ass might be.

V, Fiona and Debbie are all cheering and Kev is watching with a calculating fascination but all Ian can do is grip the faux leather seat pat beneath his thighs and pray that he doesn’t humiliate himself entirely.

“You can touch if you want to, beautiful.”

Steve’s voice is soft, but not South Side – not even Chicago. He sounds Southern or certainly heading towards that way. Ian shakes his head softly

“It’s my bachelor party.”

Steve gives him a nod of understanding and Ian settles back to watch him, feeling better about the whole thing. Once upon a time he would have loved this, but at best all he can say is that he doesn’t really mind it. Maybe it is all the horrible shit that has gone down the last few weeks, maybe it is just that he is truly committed to Mickey and their relationship now, but whatever it is, Ian doesn’t really want anything that Steve has to offer. Yes, he is gorgeous (Ian had heard Lip say something about being ‘like a tonk version of Mickey’) but he wasn’t Mickey and so Ian just didn’t have that much interest.

All the same, he tips heavily and grins lasciviously at all around him as if he has just had the treat of his life.

“Wanna ride the bull next?”

Lip asks, nodding toward one of the back rooms and Ian shrugs. He’s heard of the famous mechanical bull of boys town, a way to show off your wears all in the name of ‘good fun’ and most who ride it are looking for something more than a round of applause. On the other hand, it’s his party and Steve has hashed his buzz a little, so Ian figures he could do with livening up and he’s pretty sure he’ll look hot as Hell on it and if Mickey happens to see then maybe they can sneak off after ...

“Sure! Why not?”

He grins and hops on Lip’s back pointing dramatically onward

“Let’s go!”

He glances around for Mickey as he makes his way through the crowd and at one point swears he sees a guy wearing Mickey’s shirt but tells himself not to be ridiculous – plenty of guys wear button downs like that, it doesn’t mean it’s Mickeys.

“Holy fuck!”

Lip stops so suddenly Ian walks into the back of him with a soft thud. He is about to ask what is going on when he sees what it was that caused Lip’s freeze.

Beneath the pulsing blue and white lights, hips writhing and hands locked behind his head, Mickey Milkovich is riding the bull.

He isn’t just riding it.

He. Is. Riding. IT.

Ian feels his dick leap in his pants, so startling in it’s immediacy that it actually makes him gasp. He has never seen his boyfriend look so fucking sexy.

His teeth are set in his lip in concentration and his eyes are closed, biceps bulging out of a sleeveless Hawaiian shirt that he definitely did not own when the night started.

“What is it with him and those shirts?”

Lip yells over the music and although it is a question Ian would also like an answer too, his mouth is far too dry to try and speak. Mickey’s got body paint across his face, chest and arms in a series of neat patterns that make it look like his is glowing from within and in a way, that is exactly what he is doing.

Ian’s eyes trail down Mickey’s body, to his hips which are moving in ways that make Ian swear that first thing in the morning he is buying a full length mirror for their room and setting it up next to the bed. And further down, to his thighs, each thick with muscle gripping the plastic sides of the bull with a force that has several nearby men palming their pants and looking very, very fucking interested in just how much static force those isometrics can create. Even Lip is looking grudgingly impressed.

“I can see why you look so happy sometimes.”

He yells up at Ian who thumps him playfully on the arm.

Ian is about to say something back when a movement catches his eyes and a tall, built, red-head dashes across the padded area around the bull and leap frogs up behind Mickey, wrapping his hands around is waist and moving in perfect rhythm.

“Oh fuck!”

Ian looks round wildly for a bouncer, Mickey is having an amazing night and some asshole is about to ruin it by pissing him off and getting the shit kicked out of his grabby ass.

“Lip, do something! Mickey’s gonna fuckin’ kill that prick!”

Ian cries but Lip shakes his head and nods back to the bull.

“Seems okay to me.”

Ian whirls back to face the bull and jealousy floods his mind. Mickey is not beating the shit out of the guy, he’s leaning back into him, a small smirk on his lips and letting the guy bend him forward slightly …

Ian is moving before he has fully realised what he is about to do. He yanks the redhead off and his fist connects with fashionably stubbled jaw sending him sprawling backwards. He is dimly aware of Mickey calling his name, Lip pulling at his arms and the leap-frogger trying to crawl away but more than anything, Ian is aware that someone was trying to violate what is his.

“IAN!”

Tattooed fingers grip the fabric of his shirt and push him backwards, Ian’s heel catches on one of the safety mats and they crash over backwards together. Mickey lands on Ian’s chest with a soft ‘OOF!’ and Ian wraps his arms around him tightly.

“You’re okay. You’re okay Mick.”

He mumbles into the dark hair beneath his lips, squeezing Mickey’s arms as he slowly comes back into himself and the room around him.

“I know I am! What the fuck you playing at?”

Mickey pushes himself upright and runs a hand through his hair, looking around them. No one is staring, fights are not uncommon, and Lip seems to be smoothing things over with the security guard. The would-be suitor seems to have dragged himself away to lick his wounds or find someone to lick them for him and even the bull is still.

“What the fuck was that?”

“He was touching you and then he bent you forward like ...”

Ian shakes his head and presses his lips together.

“Hey. Hey fuck it man, it’s okay. I wasn’t in any trouble but its nice to know you got my back.”

Mickey lifts his lips in a small smirk and ruffles Ian’s hair.

“I’m sorry I spoiled it for you. Jesus. You looked really hot too.”

“What?”

“You looked really …”

The music swells as Ian wrinkles his nose in annoyance.

“BATHROOM?”

He bellows and Mickey nods, offering him a hand up.

The bathroom wasn’t much quieter but once Ian had them walled inside one of the tiny cubicles, the outside world felt at least a little muffled.

“You okay?”

Mickey asks as soon and Ian sits down on the toilet seat and pulls Mickey onto his lap, burying his head in the shorter man’s chest. He laughs a little at the question. So typical of Mickey to worry about Ian first.

“Yeah. Fuck. I’m so sorry, Mick.”

“Don’t worry about it. He had about two inches left of wandering hands before I did it myself.”

Mickey grins and kisses the top of Ian’s head.

“Did you enjoy your dance from that gorilla guy?”

“You saw that?”

Mickey raises an eyebrow

“I saw the beginning of it but uh … I’m kind of jealous. Figured it’d be best if I didn’t stick around.”

Ian laughs and rolls his eyes

“Turns out I’m a jealous fucker too.”

“Comes from a good place, man. You sure you’re okay?”

Ian nods. He doesn’t want to get into the weird feeling that crept over him so suddenly when that guy was manhandling Mickey but somehow he knows that Mickey gets it. Even calling it a good place, when they both know there was probably a lot of dark shit at play. That’s the thing with Mickey and Ian, when one of them is lost, the other one always gets it.

“You wanna go dance?” “You serious? Mickey Milkovich asking me to dance in a club?”

“Alright. Fuck you, go dance by yourself...”

Mickey pretends to get up and Ian tugs him down with a noise of distress.

“Hang on! First you need to tell me where you got that shirt.”

Mickey grins cheekily and thumbs his bottom lip

“Arm wrestled for it.”

“Why?”

Ian laughs

“Cause it’s sexy and I like the colours.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo.”

Ian kisses Mickey, both of them smiling into the warmth of it.

After a minute Mickey gets off Ian’s lap, dropping to his knees and working at the belt buckle holding up Ian’s pants.

“Fuck dancing. I can think of something better to do ...”

#shameless #Shameless US #Ian Gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #130lb of ukrainian courage

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Through the Storm

Through the Storm Page "Soundtrack" From the Start--Previous Chapter

Chapter Twenty Eight

Gold, Krys, Red, Green, and Archie all stayed back at those cliffs to hold back and distract kyogre while the rest of us went to Mount Pyre. I shuddered as we stood at the entrance to the place, it was so similar to pokemon tower in lavender town that I was getting unwanted flashbacks. The air felt the same, heavy and scented lightly with incense. I clung to Gladion's hand as we walked into the main lobby of the building inside the mountain. ...And bickering at the staircase were four very familiar faces... Brendan and May stood two or three steps up the staircase, Hau and Lillie stood at the bottom trying to convince them to let them go up.

"What are you guys doing here." Gladion said as we approached, causing Lillie and Hau to jump and spin fast. "I thought you were staying at the house."

"What are you guys doing here?!" Hau shouted, a woman standing at a desk hushed him and he apologized sheepishly.

Gladion glared at him, "Taking care of the problem."

I filled in the missing information as all four of the people on the staircase looked at him confusedly, "The woman, her name is Cadence, she's here."

They all went a little pale, Hau muttering "Oh" And taking a step away from the stairs.

"Does she have the orbs?" Brendan asked, flashing us a little beeping device. "'Cause this thing tracks them."

"She does." I said.

"We have to break them, that'll stop the storm." Gladion’s face was stoic as he spoke, totally uninterested in explaining everything right now.

May's shoulders drooped, "Man, is there anything else we're missing?" Her laughter was oddly refreshing to hear.

"There is plenty, why don't you two come guard the front with us and we'll explain what's happened." Steven said, "I'll run the plan past you then."

They nodded and jumped down the stairs, Brendan giving me a high five and a huge smile as he passed me.

"Should we stay here too?" Hau asked, Lillie's cheeks went a little red. I still wanted to know why they were here, but there were far more important things to tend too at the moment.

"Do you have those ditto, Hau?" Steven asked.

He nodded.

"Then go with and help Moon with whatever she needs." He waved us on and wished us luck before heading back out front.

"Let's go." Gladion said, tugging me up the stairs with him. I glanced back at the other two, gesturing to follow since I had no other idea what to have them do.

There were a ton of ghost type pokemon lingering around on every floor and none of them hesitated to attack us. Every single time we walked in a room five pokemon would come flying at us with attacks ready. I was scratched and bleeding a bit before we knew to prepare for an onslaught of claws and teeth when we turned a corner. I was very thankful for Hau and Lillie then, fighting with their mimicked pokemon while Gladion and I tried to rush to find the next staircase up. The whole place was like a maze and we couldn't miss a single corner while searching for Cadence - she could be anywhere.

At the top floor there wasn't an army of Pokémon, each room was dark and filled only with tombstones. Despite the relative calm of the floor the atmosphere was still unsettling, it made my skin crawl. I walked slowly through each room, afraid there would be a sneak attack from someone or something. We were all silent... until a growl rumbled through the air, I froze, my friends stopping and standing still as well. There were a few huffing noises from around the corner, then a snort. Heavy footfalls echoed through the dark passages and the arcanine appeared in the doorway, growling as it saw us.

The wispy silver fur caught my eye, it was Brutus again. My eyes pricked with tears, I couldn't believe it was standing in front of me like this. Dad had promised he would never evolve it, knew it had no interest in growing like that. It was our pet growlithe, sweet, playful, and cute... It shouldn’t have been here, it should have been back at the apartment in the same bed it had been in on my first day of this trip. Gladion released silvally, telling it to attack the Pokémon and I covered my face. I didn't want to see it happen. My heart couldn't bare it - this pokemon didn't deserve pain...

"What?" Gladion’s voice was soft as he pulled my hand away from my face, "Moon, what?!" His eyes were wide, confused. Silvally had stopped its attack and was looking back at us.

"Watch out!" Hau yelled and I barely turned in time to see the arcanine charge at us with a mouth full of flames. I yanked Gladion out of the way but it managed to clip him still, its claws making contact with his arm. He shouted out in pain and stumbled away, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I saw the blood. The arcanine dodged into another room, growling. Hau readied one of his mimicked pokemon to attack but Gladion shouted at him to stop.

"Moon, what's wrong?!" He asked, spinning to face me quickly. Three red lines stretched down his arm, dripping blood.

"I-I-" It had hurt him. That's all that mattered, I shook my head hard. Stop being a weak idiot! "N-nevermind! Attack it! Stop it before it hurts someone else!" I told Hau.

"No." Gladion snapped, making Hau jump and turn to him. "Distract it for now. It's probably being controlled by that machine anyway."

Hau's eyes flicked between the two of us before nodding to Gladion and chasing after the rouge pokemon. Lillie hesitated, wanting an actual answer to what was happening before she helped him. I let my head drop in defeat, why was I worried about the arcanine. It was dangerous. Trying to distract a pokemon like that would just get them hurt.

"Moon." Gladion said, placing a hand over the cuts like he knew that was distracting me. "Please, what is it?" He begged.

I looked between him and his sister, heart pounding. Gladion took a step forward and leaned his forehead against mine. "Please... You look so scared." He pressed.

I forced the words out, mostly not wanting to waste more time. "That arcanine was my pet when I was a kid. Dad said he wouldn't evolve it." I rubbed at the tears in my eyes before pulling off my backpack and pulling out the first aid kit I'd shoved in there before. I shook myself from the thoughts again as I quickly wrapped up the damage done to him before he could protest. “Distract it if you can, if it gets too dangerous than don't hold back. You guys are more important right now." I explained to Lillie.

She nodded, "Okay, we can do that!" With that she raced off after Hau.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry." I said to Gladion as I finished wrapping up his arm. I inwardly cursed at myself for letting him get hurt over this, I wouldn't let it happen again.

He shook his head and took my hand, "Don't worry about it, Moon. Let's go." We searched the rest of the floor together, carefully avoiding and distracting the new, menacing Brutus that wandered around. The old ‘toss a rock to the other side of the room’ gag worked well enough on the old pokemon. He didn’t have experience with battling and I imagined its senses weren’t as keen as they had been in the past. As painful as it was to consider my old pet this way, I was thankful for it being him and not a more battle wise foe.

We could hear that humming noise, the machine was here somewhere for sure. It was just a matter of where it was hiding and how long it would take us to find it. There was nothing else up here though and I had no doubt that Cadence had left the arcanine here as a distraction. I swore and started searching for anywhere else they could have gone - finding another set of stairs that lead up into a dark passage. A neon yellow sign was on the hatch like door at the top that said ‘top of mountain beyond, no trespassing’ in bold black font.

"It must be up there." Gladion said, looking up the stairs.

I nodded, pulling out both mewtwo and silvally's ball to have handy the minute I saw the machine. I turned and squeezed his hand. "Gladion, I need you to stay down here, okay?"

He flinched, "What?" His eyebrows dropped low then, "No, I told you. Don't worry about the cut it's-"

I cut him off, "Please, stay here and watch my back. I don't need something coming up from behind while I'm out there, and it's better if you're here to help Hau and Lillie if they need it." On top of the fact that I don't want you getting hurt because of my stupidity again.

His eyes went wide and his face drained of color, clearly I'd made a good point and he knew I was right. If he had thought it was better to be up there with me then he would have done so, his hesitation proved that this was the better option... but he didn't like it. "N-no, Moon. You shouldn't be alone. They almost killed you before even with everyone else there." His voice cracked as he said it, wincing at the sound.

"I'm not alone." I said, holding up specifically mewtwo's ball. "I'll be okay, I'm going to go smash that machine then everyone can come up.”

He sighed heavily, staring at the ground for a moment before reluctantly saying, “Please be careful, keep silvally behind you so you don’t fall.” I nodded and he placed both his hands on my head, holding me still – eyes misted over in worry and fear. Before he could say anything more I gave him a quick, hopefully reassuring kiss… right as I pulled away he pressed in for another one – longer and more emotional. I could feel the tension from his stress both through his lips and his stance and after breaking apart he whispered “I can’t lose you, Moon, I...” Another heavy sigh and I was fairly certain I knew what was coming next. “I love you.”

My heart slammed hard in my chest, my mouth going dry. If he was saying that now... he had to be scared I would die. I couldn't blame him, but the paranoia made me feel a little sick. I didn't want to lose this either, it was way too soon, I wanted to know what it was like to be with him beyond the storm. "I love you too." I said, giving him another quick kiss and spinning on my heel to rush up the stairs, if I stood there any longer I wouldn't be able to go up alone.

The rain had stopped, but the clouds still hung in black globs above me as I climbed up the multiple sets of stairs to the top of the mountain. Wind rustled my hair and chilled me to my bones, something about the weather reminding me of my dreams. The humming of the machine kept getting louder and louder as I climbed. Silvally whimpered behind me, I wondered if she could tell something was wrong too.

I released mewtwo, telling it that the machine was ahead and so was Cadence and my father, most likely. It shut its eyes as it walked next to me, saying something about gathering energy to launch a more destructive attack when we needed it.

I finally mounted the last step, the wind blowing more violently up here and scattering my hair every which way, tiny drops of rain misted my face. The machine was huge, much bigger than the ones from before. One of those hits from mewtwo wouldn't destroy this one, it would take multiple... hopefully this charged attack would be big enough to do some serious damage.

I started approaching, a laugh forcing me to stop. Cadence walked around from the back of the thing, grinning evilly. "Ah, Moon, how appropriate that you're the first one up here." She said in a sing-song voice.

"And why's that." I said defiantly, "Because you had it out for me from the beginning or what?" Mewtwo was still charging, it kept saying 'hang on, hang on, hang on.' Over and over in my head. I could stall her, let her talk her story.

"You could say that." She said, the wind howled and whipped wildly. "I always hated your mother, you know. Such a perfect little lady, got your dad's attention so easily."

I crossed my arms, blood boiling in anger. So Archie was right about them all knowing each other. Why hadn't I ever heard about her then? Or about Archie? Were they too strange and scary to bring up to me? It would have been nice to know about bad blood with the family before I became a champion.

"Then you came along." She shook her head, "My whole world fell apart."

"...Why?" I almost wanted to laugh at that. "Were you obsessed with my dad or something?"

She glared at me, "Is that what Archie told you?" She snapped, "That man is a lying backstabber, he always has been! I loved your 'dad'." She spat the word at me. "I knew he would give me exactly what I needed one day, you were just a delay to my plans."

'I'm ready when you are.'

"Give you what you need? What did you need?"

"Someone to make my machine feasible and real. Your dad, I knew he could do it, he always had the technical know-how to handle it. All it took was a bit of drugs and some flirting to get him to do what I needed, everything about you and your damn mother forgotten." She laughed, like she didn't even realize how crazy she sounded. "Now we can have full control of all Pokémon, we can use them for everything we need. Like you're ride pokemon in Alola, but for everything, and everywhere." She smiled wildly.

Mewtwo growled, 'Come on, girl. I'm trying to work with you here, but I'm not going to wait much longer.'

"Love isn't using people." I said. "And ride pokemon choose to help us, we don't force them. Just like all our partner and team pokemon. They make the choice to help us, they don't need to be controlled by anything. If you truly understood how to care for another living thing, you would have realized this already." I turned to mewtwo. "Just like how you don't have to wait for me to tell you to attack." I told it, grinning.

It laughed and slammed its hands down, shooting off a massive wave of wobbling pink energy that slammed Cadence to the ground and hacked away at the machine. Huge chunks of metal and wiring shot off the thing, blowing off the cliff. It wasn't enough though, the lights kept flashing. I swore and mewtwo immediately went to work shooting off smaller waves of energy at the thing, growling as Cadence pushed herself to her feet again. Blood dripped from her mouth, making that grin look even more screwed up.

My dad appeared then, rushing around from the back of the mutilated machine. His eyes wide and scared. I stumbled a bit, almost asking mewtwo to be careful of him. Silvally stepped forward then, growling angrily. It approached the two of them slowly, its body close to the ground.

A roar made me jump and spin around, dropping to the ground just in time to dodge the sudden attack from one of the brainwashed charizard.

"Moon!" My nerves split. That was dad...

"Shut up!" Cadence growled, "I told you she would die soon!"

The charizard landed in front of me, the puckered scars of skin on its neck and side telling me it was the same one that had attacked Gold and I in Johto. Those scars... they were from... Silvally launched herself at the beast, sinking her claws in again and taking a bite at it. The charizard squirmed and attempted to fight it off. I dodged out of the way as it collapsed to the ground and tried rolling my pokemon off of it.

"Moon! I'm sorry!" My dad yelled.

Holy shit. I span to face him as Cadence tried to throw punches at him, but he held her off. "She drugged me! I... I didn't want to hurt you or mom."

The charizard took off into the sky, taking silvally with it. The two of them fought violently in the air, all teeth and claws and flames. I couldn't tell which had the upper hand.

"Shut it!" Cadence yelled again.

The charizard dipped, silvally getting a good blow in on its face. It started falling towards the ground then, plummeting rapidly towards that machine. Towards the two people standing in front of it. Mewtwo rose its hands, charging up another powerful attack. My heart stopped. No, no, no.

"Dad! Move!" I screamed.

He let go of Cadence and she charged in the opposite direction. He twisted away, running away from the machine... not realizing he was heading towards mewtwo. I screamed as its hand slammed downwards shooting off the supercharged wave and smacking my father to his back. The energy hit the machine at the same moment that the falling charizard did. The machine exploded in a mess of flames and metal. The shockwave knocking me backwards to my ass hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. Debris shot everywhere, flaming and sharp, a few pieces scratching past me and leaving thick bloody trails down my arms and cheek.

After everything settled... when everything had blown away and all that was left of the machine was a burning pile of rubble... I forced myself to my feet, stumbling over to my father on the ground. Silvally limped over to me whimpering, she collapsed at my feet and I fell to my knees.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said over and over, his breath fading. There was so much blood... too much blood... I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry." I could see a grave beneath me, could hear the chorus of apologies like the end of a perish song in my head. A wisp of pink flashed past my vision and a sad 'mew' broke through that song... all of it fading away.

"Moon!" I heard my name shouted at me, knew I needed to go to that voice but I couldn't move. I couldn't figure out how to move my legs. I was so, so cold.

I scooped her up carefully, getting her away from that mess. I couldn’t look at it, couldn’t bear to see how destructive that explosion had really been. Even keeping my eyes averted I could see hints of the obvious gore, blood everywhere… not anything she should have been staring at like she had been – shocked and unresponsive to my shouts. Her silvally struggled to its feet and limped next to me, my own rushing over to try to help it the best it could. All the other champions had surrounded that moronic woman, their pokemon growling and glaring at her the minute she opened her eyes. Appropriate… was all I could think as I heard her scream. What she had been trying to take away all this time was what would put an end to her tyranny.

Brendan smashed the red and blue orb under his shoe, the act seeming like nothing more than crushing an empty can of soda. Despite how important of a goal destroying this things were to all of us, no one seemed excited about it. The atmosphere was far too heavy for anyone to be happy about anything right now.

Cadence would spend the rest of her life in jail but even that didn’t seem like enough after what I had seen… For what she had done to Moon and her family. She deserved much worse, yet no one was able to suggest she be killed for her actions. As ‘fair’ as that would be after taking someone else’s life and threatening to take over the world… No one had the heart to even bring it up. One death was one too many.

’Boy.’

A shudder ran down my spine and I span fast to see mewtwo watching me. So that was what Moon had been hearing all this time. It was strange, like the voice came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I didn’t like it, how had she dealt with that for so long? I could practically feel the grip it had on my brain and it made me squirm.

’I made a deal with that girl of yours. Once the machine is destroyed, I am set free. Otherwise I take her life.’

I glared then, my grip around Moon’s exhausted and blood stained body tightening. She leaned her head against me, still dazed and in shock, but awake. Tears streamed endlessly down her face… All I wanted was to get her somewhere safe, far away from here where she could decompress and rest. Couldn’t it wait until then at the very least?

“So leave.” I snapped, “She never intended to keep you, obviously.”

’I need the ball.’

I groaned, it was in her pocket and I couldn’t reach it while holding her like this. As opposed as I was to letting this monster anywhere near her, I said “It’s in her pocket, grab it yourself.”

It approached, watching me carefully before snagging the ball from Moon’s coat pocket. She stirred and whimpered, the sound making my whole chest hurt. One last wary glare before the legendary took a step back and suddenly vanished – popping out of the air in a shimmer. Beyond its vanished figure, the clouds were starting to part – a beam of warm, orange light appearing over the ocean.

The storm was finally over.

Note: So all that's left is the epilogue~

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Avengers A/U

Bucky x Steve

“The Witness”

Part 3

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is one of the most sought after escorts in the business. After witnessing the murder of one of his clients he is forced into witness protection.

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“We cannot keep them all under the same roof are you fucking kidding me?!” Maria Hill cursed. She waved Steve’s hands away when he held them out trying to get her to stay quiet to not bother the kid that had been unconscious for the past twenty-four hours and then some.

Steve had needed to call a private Doctor to meet them at the safe house. They had gotten the bleeding under control and Nat proved to be a good medic, if her patient hadn’t gone bolting from her. “Then get me a second location!” Steve hissed back at her.

Maria tilted her head putting her hands on her hips, “Steve, you know we can’t do that unless you want the Sheriff to start nosing around.”

Steve sighed, “then we will all stay here. It’s our only option, if we let these kids go back they will be in danger, unless you want to put a detail on all of them individually?”

Maria sighed, “Fury said he will find a way to stop by maybe in a few days time. As for Mendoza, once we locate him he will be arrested. We don’t know if the charges will hold as the boy was in there around the same time. It’s gonna be close.” she finished raising her eyebrows at him.

Steve nodded, he saw Scott Lang headed their way and was relieved, Scott was good at running Maria off, not that he didn’t appreciate the woman, but he was now going on almost forty hours without sleep and without coffee and he could handle it with coffee, not so much without. He stifled a yawn as he took the cup of coffee from his partner with a murmured thanks before swigging it down.

“Savage,” Lang said looking disgusted, “So Leiutenant, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she rolled her eyes quickly stepping away as he followed her towards the front of the safe house.

Steve chuckled and stepped back into the room behind him. He took up his spot next to the bed in a cushioned chair. He wanted his own bed, but he needed to be here when this kid woke up.

This kids name was James Buchanan Barnes. Natasha had told him as much. The others were Clint Barton, freelance photographer, and Sam Wilson, Animal Veterinarian. Nat herself he knew, she had too many credentials to even begin to list. Had known her since the beginning of her record in juvie. Steve closed his eyes. What brought all these kids together? He glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed, he was really cute when he wasn’t bleeding out, Steve thought to himself. He remembered the way his eyes flashed silver at him before dulling to a dark blue and rolling to the back of his head.

Steve could feel himself begin to nod off, otherwise he wouldn’t be having such thoughts.

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James grimaced when he came too. His body ached and he had no idea where he was at the moment, this was becoming a habit it seemed. Looking around he could tell he wasn’t in Clint’s little two story house. No, he was somewhere new. He moved to get out of bed when he realized his right hand was cuffed to the metal headboard. He tugged on it softly and then remembered seeing Natasha.

He looked around frantically when his eyes fell on the sleeping man beside the bed in a chair. He needed to be quiet if he was going to get out of here. He looked down at his midsection, he was patched up rather nicely now. They must have gotten a doctor.

James bit his bottom lip and braced himself, grabbing the metal from the headboard in his left hand he began to pull. There was no give, his eyes flicked over to the sleeping man in the chair. He put his feet on either side and shoved hard. He cried out in pain as the cuff tightened around his wrist cutting into the flesh.

“Stop,” came a gruff sleepy voice right in his ear, he jerked forwards and crashed into the headboard. “Hey, hey, your okay. You’re safe, here lemme…” The big guy moved forwards and grabbed his hand, using the key he loosened it till it wasn’t hurting anymore. Steve sat back on the bed rubbing his eyes, dark rings under his baby blue eyes. “Hungry?”

James eyed him warily, this guys was easily twice his size and packing a lot of muscle. “Where am I? Where’s Clint and Sam?” he asked looking around the room, “Who are you?” James backed up as his eyes opened wide, “Jesus…you’re not…with them?”

Steve saw the look of terror and he felt for the kid, but it was the right emotion to have, “Hey whoa there, I am Sgt. Steve Rogers with SHIELD offices, you know we are equal to local police? You’re safe,” he offered again as James looked pale. “You’re friends, they’re in the next room over. Natasha called me-”

“She isn’t my friend and I just met Sam, but anyone dating Clint is good in my book.” James cut him off, “Did you mention food?” he asked a hopeful look in his eye.

Steve laughed, “yeah, promise not to bolt?”

James gnawed on his bottom lip and frowned when Steve perked an eyebrow, uncuffing the restraints from the bed and pulling him along. No trust. James could see wherever they were was a shabby little place just two rooms and a living room with a built in kitchen area. He stopped as Steve reached into the fridge and followed him to the microwave. “What is it?” he asked as Steve stuffed the mystery tupper ware into the micro and set it to two minutes.

Steve perked an eyebrow, “it is Lang’s dinner. I’m sure you’ll live.”

James opened to say something when a pair of hands slid along his hips and he heard, “I hope you enjoy that, you’re gonna pay me back somehow.” James yelped at the unwelcome touch and jumped forwards crashing into Steve who had an amused look on his face.

“Lang, stop it the kid has been through enough as it is!”

James glared at the lanky brunette who’s brown eyes dance with merriment. “Ahhh, that was the best reaction I’ve gotten in awhile, but yeah my daughter made me that dinner so enjoy it.” he nodded at him and grabbed a set of keys off the counter, “better get his side of the story, I’m going to replace my dinner.” he patted Steve on the shoulder, “we should be good for another day. Hopefully Coulson will have a new location for us by then. Then we have to make this kid disappear.” James jerked back at his words and Lang laughed, “Sorry, you’ll be going into witness protection, you have to testify against Mendoza.”

“M-Mendoza?! NO! You gotta just get me outta here or something!” he jerked at his restraint and grabbed Steve’s arm. He was surprised as Steve grabbed his metal prosthetic in his free hand practically lifting James off the floor to inspect it.

“Is this how you got away?” Steve asked, this explained the arm of the man that had his arm completely ripped apart at the elbow.

James looked terrified, Steve wondered if that was going to be his permanent expression now, “h-he wouldn’t let me go and Mendoza was gonna kill me!”

Steve frowned and Lang put his hands on his hips voicing their shared question, “And what were you doing there anyhow? You have no prior ties with Bianca Rodriguez.”

“I was getting my phone,” James looked from one man to the other and Steve sighed.

“What were you doing there in the first place? Why were you in her office at all to leave behind your phone?” Steve clarified as he grabbed the dish from the microwave. James looked down, he knew this would happen. He felt a hand on his jaw and looked up in surprise as Steve tilted his chin up. “We need you to tell us everything in order to properly care for you.”

“I uh, I work for Thanos Escort Services. We do anything to make our customers happy.” James supplied the well recited line.

Both faces of the men in front of him fell, there was something that flickered across the blonds face, interested? James filed that for later as Steve looked at him all seriousness. “Please tell me you were there for someone else? That you accompanied a co-worker of hers, that all you did was accompany her to a function?”

“Do I look like someone who is a function attendee?” James shot back his mouth watering as he could smell whatever was in the tupper.

Steve handed him the plate and a fork when he heard James’ stomach rumble. He watched as the kid dug in, shoveling food into his mouth. He couldn’t help a small smile at Lang’s disgusted expression, “Now you know how I feel!” he nudged his partner.

Lang shrugged, “Can’t help that my daughter knows how to cook! Betcha that’s really yummy buddy, remember nothing in life is free. Ugh, I am going to get some food. Start typing this shit up?” he asked already walking towards the door.

Steve waved him goodbye and moved, James moving along with him. He balanced the plate precariously in his free hand. “Can you uncuff me? I was only running cause Natasha was there…” he looked up at the blond and smirked, “I mean, unless that’s your thing?”

Steve frowned down at him, he perked an eyebrow, not saying anything he slid the key into his portion of the handcuffs and then James’, “I’m gonna need to know the entire story, start from your first interaction with Ms. Rodriguez. Doesn’t matter how small.”

James sighed, as he sat next to Steve on the couch. “I uh, really don’t talk much to them. Rumlow handles all that I just show up and….do my part.”

Steve glanced up at him, “mind telling me why you were running from Nat?”

James polished off the plate, his tongue swiping over his lips as he looked thoughtful. “uhm, do I have to answer that?”

Steve looked at him, “No, but it would help me decide whether or not I need her here.”

“I killed her cousin, so not to eager to be around her.” James answered shrugging his shoulders, “Do we have something to drink?”

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