#my gorgeous peacock babe

[faithinlouisfuture]

always happy to be fluffed & fussed over 🥹

[queers-gambit]

Regular Cream and Sugar

prompt: ( requested ) being cast as the opposite lead to your bane in the next hottest romcom blockbuster comes with unforeseen outcums.

pairing: actor!Bucky Barnes x female!actress!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 8.3k+

note: you know what? this is fire. i don't care for other opinions (a lie, i absolutely do).

warnings: poor references to different real shows / movies / media as pertains to acting for a living. imagination required. explicit language, angst, Lord's name in vain, hurt and comfort, dickhead behavior / depiction of verbal aggression, explicit content, NSFW, barely edited, enemies to lovers, happy ending, feelings are hard, depiction of mental health: anxiety, anxiety attacks.

featured fic movie: Anyone But You (2023) -> watch on Netflix featured fic show: Once Upon A Time (2011) -> watch on Disney+

Lights from what felt like a thousand paparazzi cameras flashed in a blinding mirage, a hundred different voices all shouting your name - begging you look this way, that way, to give a smile; show the back of your dress, now the front; to smolder, pout, wink for them. You were mostly immune to the wave of attention, but it still jostled you, even scared you sometimes; posed as more of a looming threat than anything. Yet this was the life you chose, the media you 'invited' no matter how public you were or not online and in person.

Didn't make it any less easy.

You sighed and smiled prettily for the flashing cameras on the sentimental red carpet, feeling a hand glide around your waist; leaning into the affection despite the instant nausea the appendage caused.

"James," you greeted your costar stiffly.

"Oh, back to James, are we?" He chuckled, hand splayed warmly through the material of your designer dress. "C'mon, honey, I thought we were past all that hostility?" He pointed at a group of cameras, both perfectly peacocked for them; his hand lowering to his suit pants pocket.

You cooed sweetly, "Why would you think that?"

"Just thought we were getting along pretty well, is all."

You sighed and pulled away from him, but let your hand drop into his metal prothetic to guide him along the carpet; dodging people still milling around. The two of you took new poses on the carpet markers.

"Oh, please," you smiled brightly, "that's just good acting. Don't worry, you'll recognize it one day."

Bucky chuckled, "Ooooh, someone's a bit icy today. C'mon, toots, what's got your panties in a twist? You can tell me - "

"Can we just get through the next few hours without mentioning or thinking about my panties, you horndog?" You asked him through clenched teeth, still smiling as if sharing a few inside jokes.

Bucky laughed to himself, "After you, doll."

You sighed and took his offered arm, letting Bucky lead the way up to the designated area your managers were pointing you towards. Bucky charismatically greeted the interviewer, an obvious pompous show to mask the anxiety coursing through his veins. You saddled up to where your team was stationed before the platform, kissing your publicist, Regina, on the cheek in greeting while asking, "You seriously had to fucking match us?"

"It's a good PR look, babe, and blue's both your colors. Just keep smiling," she hushed, offering her hand to help you up the two-step platform. Bucky was instantly doing the same, reaching for his hand as you smiled at the camera set up - reminding yourself it was all for the pursuit of good PR.

"Wow, you two look stunning!" The interviewer squealed slightly, gesturing at the two of you standing with your manicured hand curled around Bucky's meaty bicep. "I love a good matching set, and you two look so gorgeous - very chic, very demure!"

"You think this look is demure?" Bucky teased, picking the lapel of his blazer. "You see these diamonds?"

"Swarovski is pretty loud, draws the eye in," you purred, keeping the conversation going, desperate to step away and watch the premier of the bloody film already so you could leave the event all together. Your diamond-ringed fingers pet your neck and collarbones, bringing to attention the expensive gemstones set in a fashionable web.

"Oh, they look stunning on you!" The woman from E! complimented. "So, obviously - we have the whole matching look down pat. Is this look an homage to the film? Your characters?"

"No, no, just what was thought we looked best in, you know?" Bucky smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and by far enjoying the forced proximity. "But you've kinda got a whole, you know," he motioned at her all black look, "monochrome look goin' for yah - it's nice! I dig it!"

"Oh, wow, th-thank you," she flushed under his baby blues that your matching fits made pop with an unbearable glimmer. "It's vintage Chanel."

"Totally gorgeous," you complimented, starting to feel the first tendrils of discomfort. "Who're we wearing?" You asked Bucky, "Do you know?"

"I'm pretty sure we're both in Louis," Bucky glanced down at himself before opening his suit to check the label. "I know the shoes are."

You smiled at the interviewer as she continued, "So, I've gotta say, I'm crazy excited for this film, it's the hottest thing anyone can talk about!" You and Bucky offered generic murmurs of thanks, her continuing, "It's all over social medias, there's even some fan edits already out using what they could from the trailers! Fans are really digging the modern-Shakespeare take and the chemistry between the cast. I wanna ask, being the two leads playing into this romantic relationship, how has the whole experience been for the two of you? You haven't worked together, since, what? Some ten years ago or so? When the two of you costarred in Once Upon A Time, right?"

You cleared your throat, "Woah, what a throwback."

"I know," Bucky mused, looking down at you. "We played a couple on that one, too, right?"

You nodded, trying to beat off the brewing chaos in your stomach by answering, "Yeah, however short lived."

"Which, can I say, always confused me - why your character was killed off!" She directed at you. "I loved Alice!"

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you explained, "Oh, I know, I remember reading all these comments after that episode aired, just about how upset fans were. I mean, it was a really quirky take on Alice in Wonderland - so it was kinda jarring to kill off Alice, right? But it was a creative decision I was really excited to undertake, it was my first reoccurring role in a show, first time I got to play a parent, and it was my first big, dramatic death scene."

"Yeah?"

You nodded, "I remember talking with the writers and asking them if we could do it big. They were very okay with it. I honestly miss that show - the cast and crew, everyone was just a pleasure to work with. I'd love to do it again."

In truth, your character, Alice, the lost lover of Bucky's Mad Hatter, was written off the show after a particularly nasty argument with Bucky had you ready to quit and walk off set that very moment. This was a common enough theme: arguments on set between you and Buck, a stark opposite to your scenes together on camera. You're not even sure how it started, just that you and Bucky could never get along after the chemistry read. He was pompous and arrogant and borderline narcissistic; all characteristics that rubbed you the wrong way, hence the inability to get along. So, after brief deliberation and considering you were the one ready to move on, you were to be written off (first).

Of course, you couldn't admit to any of this - it was a horrible look to the public. Especially since it was Bucky you couldn't get along with for the sake of a job, who you now had to convince the world that you didn't despise for the sake of this movie.

"Well," Bucky looked back at the interviewer with a smile, "never say never, we had some good times - "

"On the set of the show or movie?" She asked eagerly. You felt like you could practically smell your companion's desire to change the subject. Neither of you were keen on talking about your time on the show together, not after all the conflict and turmoil that boiled over into today's circumstances.

"Oh, for sure both," Bucky nodded, "but we got to film this movie in LA first for about a month. Then we spent three months in Australia for this movie and it was - yeah, no, it was a lot of fun. The location definitely helped romanticize things. Lot of laughs shared, good memories, fond friendships; lot of really great food, Down Under, too."

You gave a fake chuckle, stomach lurching as your mind screamed that he was lying. Filming this movie wasn't really fun by any circumstance; not when you and Buck couldn't be in a room together without some comment being hurled with malicious intent. Bucky was lying - you knew it, the pretty girl in all black knew it; surely, fans on the internet would know it the moment they saw this interview - or at least, your face.

He was lying. He was lying. He was lying, and it fucking bothered you.

You weren't bothered by the act of lying, per se, but the fact that the pair of you had to lie; the fact that even after a decade, old wounds were still festering; the fact that you knew your feelings for him to be authentic while his were feigned, forced, being effortlessly lied about.

You glanced at Regina, seeing her talking with animation to Bucky's publicist, Gale, and his manager, Toby; as well as your own manager, Darcy, who appeared enraptured with their phone. In a moment, you felt the flood of panic, unable to meet Regina's usually kind eyes; suddenly scanning around the red carpet in distraction as your ears whined a piercing noise. The lights flashed brighter, you suddenly felt hot and clammy; like anxiety's icy hand was creeping up your esophagus, stomach to throat. Your heart hammered, headache brewed, eyes glassy from a sudden wave of panic - and unknowingly, tightened your grip on Bucky's waist. He glanced down at you in concern.

"Uh, but you know, I think my favorite part of the whole experience was just, uh, you know - getting to spend time with this girl right here," Bucky answered the interviewer's question charmingly, hugging you tighter to his side. You were jolted back into reality, smiling and awh'ing at him sweetly as if listening; evident he had purposefully roped you back in. Your heart clenched at his kindness.

"What about you, Y/N?" The interviewer asked with a bright smile. "Any favorite moments from filming?"

"Oh, um, favorite? No, there's too many - well," you paused, relenting, "yeah, probably any scene I got to do with Jeremy, who plays my ex in the film. He's not entirely who you'd think fits in a romcom, so he pleasantly surprises you in this role. He was a blast to film with, just real easy going."

"Woah, hey," Bucky joked, looking offended but still petting his fleshy hand on your waist for comfort, "how could I not be your favorite part of filming?"

"Jeremy actually learned my coffee order," you reminded with a soft wince, watching Buck pause and then nod dramatically.

"No, no, she's got me there - I could never get it right," Bucky shrugged at the interviewer. "One day, though, I'll surprise her," he squeezed where he held you, his metal finger pointing into the camera, "and that's a promise."

"Oh, please," you chuckled, patting his chest. "I'd like to first see you get my breakfast order right - then we can move onto the more complicated coffee order."

"Okay, first, that's slanderous!" Bucky laughed, shifting his weight on the platform and making the woman interviewer perk up.

"Well, it seems the two of you had a great time on set, and so far from previews, it really shows! I can't wait to see it."

"Have fun tonight," you smiled, Bucky shifting towards the steps and offering both his hands to guide you down. He thanked her repeatedly as you stepped carefully in your heels, approaching Regina and Darcy the moment you were on the carpet again. "I can't - I can't fucking do this," you muttered to them inconspicuously; unaware of Bucky several yards away, listening to his team talk, but his gaze was locked worriedly on you.

"What? What? Can't do what?" Darcy asked, looking mildly alarmed; only then lowering their dinging iPhone.

"It's a lot right now, okay? I'm - I feel - there's just a lot," you tried to explain, voice warbling.

"What? You're, what, feeling anxious? Use your words."

"Yes, Darcy, fucking yes, I feel fucking anxious," you snapped, sighing through your nose; hand tight on Regina's wrist. She readjusted so you were both gripping each other's forearms. "Okay? There's a lot of fucking people and the interviews? Jesus, we're lying straight through our teeth - "

"So, just lie!"

"Darcy," Regina scolded, "let her speak."

"You two know James and I don't exactly get along. So you'll excuse me if lying about how much fun we had playing two idiots in love is giving me the fucking heebie-jeebies."

"Babe," Regina frowned when tears gathered in your eyes, fully aware of your feelings for the amputee, "just breathe, it's okay - "

"You literally lie for your job," Darcy scoffed with a shake of their head. "I don't get why now, all of a sudden, it's bothering you? You and Hugh Grant literally didn't speak a single word to each other outside of scenes when filming for Bridget Jones! Y'all went on to say you were best buds on set! But this is where the truth is gonna trip you up?"

"Oh, my fucking God."

"Yeah, 'oh, my fucking God', is right," Darcy sneered. "I need you to do at least three more interviews - then you can fuck off for all I care."

"There a reason you took extra bitchy pills this morning?" Regina scoffed, looking Darcy up and down with distain.

"No, fuck that, she's been difficult this entire film - "

"Oh, for the love of Christ, Darcy," Regina snarled, "she's not been difficult - she's human. Just because you're an emotionless cunt doesn't mean you get to shame and bully your client."

"Doubt I'm even their client after this," your head shook, finally locating a distant entrance. "Excuse me," you stepped around them and made an immediate beeline for the theater.

You heard shouts of your name, but didn't stop - instead, quickening your step to reach the theater sooner. The door was held open for you, letting you pass swiftly; ignoring the bewildered looks of employees and premier attendants as you hustled down the hall to the gender neutral restroom.

Shoving the door open, you gasped while stumbling onto the linoleum floors in towering heels and swirls of blue fabric feeling tangled around your legs. Your hands blindly and forcefully slapped to the marble countertop of the sink, holding your weight in either hand, pressure caught in your collarbones, trying to regulate your breath from the irregular pattern it developed during your hustle.

"Oh, this is - this is so stupid!" You scolded yourself, huffing and sniffling. "C'mon, girl... You're fine, this is nothing, you can handle it, you're not no bitch. Get your shit together, God, you're seriously this upset over a guy? Fuck's sake... Why?" You asked yourself in the mirror with a glare. "Huh? Why? Why're you so upset? Why're you so hung up on him? It's not like he-he-he lead you on! He's been clear from the beginning! And the sex wasn't even all that good!" But the deadpanned expression that stared back at you made you sigh and roll your eyes, "Yeah, okay, so it was mind blowing, whatever - point is, it's not worth getting this upset over."

You had to pause to take a breath, shaking your head as you continued talking to yourself in a dejected whisper, "Okay, so... You caught feelings. Big deal. You've been rejected by guys before, why is this one so different? Why does this hurt so much more?" The quake to your voice matched the tremble of your bottom lip. So, you answered yourself as a barrage of memories shot to the front of your mind and physically assaulted your brain like a bunch of bullies in an alleyway, "Because it felt real..."

You were the first on set.

Today's punctuality wasn't just good ethics but a direct result of your anxiety. You weren't worried about being late, you wanted to get there early to suss out the set, get a lay of the land, establish exit routes - or any means of privacy - should you need it, as well as privately meet with the intimacy coordinator, Maria, before anyone else got to set.

The director was next to arrive as you finished hair and make-up, wrapped in a robe with a pair of slippers warming your feet; sat beside you to go over a few ideas and logistics of the scene. It was all about being this bright, active, explosive, fiery, hot, passionate, borderline hateful cultivation of your character and Bucky's feud; where after a fight scene, you storm off to your room and he follows, the pair of you giving into your feelings and finally sleeping together.

The camera crew and lighting techs showed up next, ensuring everything was in place and ready to use.

The entire production had been rearranged due to the animosity, tension, and turmoil between you and Bucky the entire filming schedule. After months of bickering and irritation, this was the last piece of the movie puzzle, only reshoots thereafter, if necessary. Which made today all or nothing, where if you did this right, you'd only have to do it once. The resort you were shooting at provided a gigantic, gorgeously picturesque suite; which, in itself, was a blessing as it meant limited personnel in the room with you. So, after getting ready in a neighboring suite, where you were zipped into the same dress your character wore to a dramatic dinner scene, and waiting on the set-suite for Bucky to finish his primping. The techs showed you where the mics were and how the cameras would be angled.

Typically, shooting could be pretty go-go-go, but tonight was supposed to be easy, unrushed. First, you filmed the original fight scene to warm up - where Bucky chases after you and instigates the intimate scene. However, when the sun was lowering into position to sink, the director decided he wanted a couple of shots with the setting sun behind you; his artistic vision something you were meant to follow and not question.

"You good, doll?" Bucky checked as costumes were fixed and you both took your places. The idea was to meet in the middle of the sun shining into the camera; silhouettes taking form as the light was meant to disappear behind you, then reappear when you and Bucky fell into bed behind you.

"Yeah, uh, all good. You?"

"Perfect," he smirked, glancing at the crew. "We're moving at the same time, right?"

"Yep."

"Oh, so, uh, I'm thinking when we go back to the intro scene, we kinda lead into the bedroom? You know? Like, you come in, I follow, but you try to walk away and it leads us naturally towards the bed. That way, when we get to fuckin', it's a little more natural than before."

You just huffed, "You just have a way with words, don't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you someone that prefers 'making love'?" He mocked with fluttering lashes.

"Fuck no, God, fucking gag me - that's such a cringy term," you scoffed quietly, looking towards the camera crew making their final readjustments.

Bucky eyed you for a moment, thinking those were his exact thoughts and feelings on the term, too. He sighed to himself as the director reminded, "This is just the kiss, then falling into bed - okay? - then we'll reset for the other bits. Yeah? Good? Everyone got it?"

"Good," Bucky agreed easily, you just nodding.

The director squinted to watch on his monitor as the sun hovered, calling action, and watching the two of you meet in frame from either side of the camera. You reached for each other and let your lips meet in an chaotic, highly-anticipated open-mouth kiss; his prosthetic arm curling around your waist as his fleshy one came up in view of the camera to slide from your jaw to the back of your head. Your hands fisted the front of his shirt in a show of desperation; one creeping up to hold his neck for balance as you felt his weight shift. You held on and gave a soft moan while toppling backwards onto the bed, out of frame; but held the position as Camera Two worked the angle from above. "And cut!"

When he pulled back, Bucky's eyes were alight with something you couldn't decipher; breathing the same air for several moments before he was sitting up and helping you do the same. You reset with dampening tear-away panties, tingling lips, and heavy lungs.

You did that kiss twice more to make the most of the sun's position before it was gone; using the authentic change of colors to curate a more romantic aesthetic. You and Bucky agreed the colors of the sunset was a much better look... So, you did the kiss another three times. When satisfied, the techs rest to film the whole of the scene, sending your heart catapulting from chest to throat. Bucky appeared easy, even excited, which for some unspoken reason, really irritated you.

How dare he enjoy this when he was usually an unbearable jackass that made your life more difficult for sport.

First, you were to storm into your room alone, a look of furious defeat marring your expression. Bucky's catches your door, follows you in to defend himself, "Hey! You don't get to insult my character and just walk away! What the hell's going on with you, why're you so upset? We had a deal, we agreed to act like we're together for the sake of this wedding. Now, you've been at my throat this whole time, you refuse to have a civil conversation unless in front of others - it's almost like you're repulsed by my very being here. I'm sorry if that's what's going on, but my best mate is marrying the love of his life this weekend and I'm going to stand at his side! You're going to have to find a way to be okay with that."

He stood in the foyer of your suite as you whipped around to snarl, "I'm okay with you being my brother-in-law's best man, I really am. I'm okay with us being at this wedding, I can fake getting along, being a couple, whatever, that's no problem. But I'm not the one who's been outright malicious! I'm not the one throwing thinly-veiled insults in front of your family!" You let tears fill your eyes, Bucky appearing genuinely disarmed as he took a step forward. Your character was notorious for being something akin to a shrew; but now, in this moment, proving to still be 'just a girl', who had feelings and would cry if she wanted to. "You know what? I wouldn't expect you to understand - so just - just get out of here, go back to dinner, there's nothing left to say - "

"You really piss me off, you know that?"

"Oh, my God! Did you seriously follow me back to my room to continue a fight I already walked away from?" You snarled, tossing your shoes from your feet. "Take a hint and go away. Please. You've done enough for the night."

"You know, you always do this. When shit gets real, you'd rather run away than deal with it!" He followed you closer to the living quarters of the suite, as planned.

"You don't get to say that when you don't even know me!"

"That's where you're wrong! I do know you!" Bucky barked, reaching for your arm to turn you around to face him; releasing his hold when you yanked your arm back with a brewing look of betrayal. "I know you're stubborn and insolent, defensive and reactive. I know you don't give second chances because one is enough, I know you're passionate and criminally independent, that you don't take direction too well because you have issue with authority." His voice softened an octave and the words felt all too real; like it was truly Bucky speaking, "I know you love your family and would do anything to protective them, including agreeing to be my date to this wedding just to give your sister peace of mind for her big day. I know that even when I think I've found a way to cope with admiring the hell out of a woman who despises me, I fuck up and say something I shouldn't. Which I also know, can rightfully set you off. I also know I had one of the best times on our date, before things imploded, and that I've finally met my match - if even just for this week."

"Think that means you know everything about me, then?" You breathed, locked onto his baby blues like a bear trap had hold of your soul.

"I only know one thing for certain."

"What?"

"That I really want to kiss you right now."

There was supposed to be no hesitation in your surge into his chest - so, there wasn't. Knowing you had this shot already and much was to be edited, you and Bucky rushed for one another; clashing in the middle; all teeth, tongue, and spit before toppling into bed. From there, it was a frenzy.

Clothes were ripped off - sending buttons and fabric all around the room. Mics picked up every single sound, no matter how soft or gruff. Soft linen sheets were rumpled and mused, pillows flattened. Hands slapped skin in the search for purchase, lips grazed sensitive flesh not regularly touched, hair stuck to tacky skin, and hips ground into one another like a couple of horny teens. Maria called encouragement, the two of you taking the cues to roll over so you were on top, but still in Bucky's cradle. Every position assumed, Bucky was all consuming; warm, safe, embracing, supportive, glorious.

It went on for several hours; the rutting and kissing and moaning and feigning. It was exactly what they wanted: bright, active, explosive, fiery, hot, passionate. Bucky's body was impressive and it was hard to ignore, causing your skin to flush with ecstasy, mouth to water, and fingers to linger. Your moans turned authentic. Sweat beaded from legit exertion. Everything felt magnified and doubled; legs spread to hold his bare hips against yours, breathing harsher when all you could focus on was the feel of Bucky's bulging cock rubbing into your soaking slit. You swore his own stuttered breathing and moans were as real as yours - but who could tell.

When the director called cut, Maria told you to stay put. You kept the sheet around your chest and dropped back to the pillows, Bucky sitting forward with the sheet around his lap in an attempt to give you both a little room.

"You all right?" He mumbled, shuffling over a little before leaning back himself. You tried not to notice how he didn't deflate, never relaxed; as if cautious to invade your space all of a sudden.

"Yeah, still good. You?"

"I'm good, doll," he smirked. "Kinda warm, no?"

"I'll say," you mumbled, swiping the moisture from your hairline, missing his grin - as if he had caught you in a confession. And perhaps he did, since the air conditioning was on and blasting like in most hotel suites; the pair of you heated from the obvious horniness you were flushed with.

The director wanted a few extra shots of you two in bed; naked, revealing tantalizing skin in provocative poses. You were to look soft, content, in love, docile and blissed; so, you gave it to them Goddamnit. You loathed to admit how easy it was to look at Bucky in such a manner; he was funny, making you grin and crack a few jokes in return, the camera eating it up. You spoke of past jobs and vacations while lounging against one another; discussed fears during a game of Thumb War; compared hand sizes and workout routines; then had more lighthearted familial conversations, such as holiday traditions, while you were balanced bare on top of his equally naked body.

From each position, you were encouraged to nuzzle the other; to kiss; share delicate touches that some how felt more intimate than filming any sex scene.

The director wanted two new camera angles of your intimacy after watching the playback; you and Bucky shuffling into new positions as the cameras were mounted. This provided ample view of your faces whilst rolling around in your romp; looking into one another's eyes as Bucky mimicked thrusting, your hands in his hair, of the concentrated expressions you were both to don. There were better shots of your tangled hands, of the way two individuals melded into one secular entity; of slippery lips forming varying levels and pitches of gasps, moans, and groans that the mics soaked up.

It all looked so real. It all felt so real.

For a moment, the director praised himself on his decision to hold off filming these intimate scenes until the end; watching an authentic cultivation of your real and faked hatred coming together on camera.

It was over with several hours to spare until dawn when few reshoots would begin filming, thankfully being mostly family scenes that didn't involve you and Bucky. If there were any, it was truly because it was necessary - the crew having been overly cautious about getting the scenes they needed the first time to spare everyone the annoyance of enduring another day on set with you and Bucky. The director and Maria watched the footage several times to make sure they had enough footage, granting approval that everything was in good shape and you were free to go.

While Bucky hesitated a moment, you accepted your robe from Maria and scurried to the neighboring suite you had dressed in. You were overwhelmed, confused, annoyed, and horny - so very horny that your immediate first action was to unlace your robe to use the lapels to fan yourself. You sought out the bathroom and grabbed several towels, yelping in shock when the front door slammed shut. Yanking the fluffy material closed, you called, "What is it, Maria? What do you need? What's wrong?"

"It's me," Bucky's voice answered, making your head pop out of the bathroom - only to rear back when Bucky was striding inward.

"Do they need us for something else?" You asked cautiously, holding your robe closed with tight hands.

"No. No, I just... Tell me to leave and I'll leave," he breathed, taking a slow step into your space, "but I really hope you don't because I can't stop thinking about you and tonight - tonight was exactly what I had thought would happen between us."

"Gave the writers your dream journal, did'jah?" You couldn't help but tease. His lips spread.

"More like my actual journal," he shot back, catching you off guard, "'cause I can't get you out of my head, it's fucking with me, doll."

"If you're here to charge me rent for living in your head, you've got another thing comin' 'cause that's a personal problem. Now I need a shower, why're you here, Bucky - what do you want? Use your big boy words."

"I want to fuck you."

"There it is," you seethed, reaching for his own robe to yank him closer until his lips were on yours. And his hands, they didn't know where to touch you - be it your face, arms, ribs, waist, hips, thighs, ass, he was everywhere. Bucky's cock was still hot and heavy against his stomach, snugly between you as he backed you into the counter. But you pushed him back upon feeling him trying to untie his robe, rushing, "Wait, wait, hang on a second, Buck - "

"Shit, I'm sorry," he immediately stepped back, now tugging the tie tighter, "I-I got a little, uh, y-you know..."

"It's okay," you assured, stepping into his chest, taking hold of his wrists in both hands, "hey, you're okay. I was just gonna say wait because I'm not fucking you here where anyone can interrupt us." Before he could answer, you offered, "Give me twenty minutes and meet back at my place?"

He nodded with a softer smirk, hands confidently holding your waist to keep you pressed against him. "Yeah, doll, 'course. I didn't mean to rush you."

"You didn't, Bucky, you aren't. It's okay."

Bucky smirked and kissed you sweetly, holding you by the waist with one hand, the smoothing over the back of your head. After letting you go, he watched you change into whatever you wore to set and grab your belongings, drop a wink, and head for the door. He couldn't help but call after you, "Twenty minutes, doll, I'm setting a timer!"

You laughed before the door shut.

One of the perks of filming at destination resorts was staying there, too. You took the first elevator to the lobby and dialed your best friend as you hustled towards your resident building. When they answered, you instantly unloaded instead of a standard greeting, "Bucky and I are about to fuck and I'm kinda freaking out!"

"Oh, thank fucking God, it's about time!"

"You can gloat later, help me now."

Twenty exact minutes passed in a flurry of reminders to use mouthwash now so it didn't taste like you were trying too hard, advice on what to wear (being just panties and a hotel robe), topped off with your best mate telling you their secrets to irresistible blowjobs. When Bucky knocked at the door, your friend screamed in a rush, "Good luck - have fun - put that emergency Plan B I packed for you to work - oh, oh, protect your cervix - and call me after - I want details! Remember to spit - "

You hung up and left your phone on the side table, scurrying for the door before you could overthink it; Bucky swooping in with the opening door, reaching his hands for both your cheeks to kiss you feverishly. He paused you to let the door slam and blindly set the bolt before crowding you into the wall. You never had time to let your anxiety set, Bucky was all you could comprehend - and my, oh, my - what a delicious infection to take over your mind, body, and soul.

Distracted by the tickle to your palms from dragging them down his cheeks, in shock, you gasped sharply into his mouth when his hands seized behind either thigh to hoist you up his body. You were able to bask in his strength, feeling his arms bulge from strain just as much as you felt his cock bulge from arousal in his jeans. Wet tongues slid against each other to dance a sinful tango as your hands seared into any flushed flesh you could grab, legs locked around his waist to keep balance as he walked to the bed. He playfully dropped you on the mattress, holding himself upright and eyeing the peak of material covering your cunt when your bent legs shifted. Bucky grinned and glanced down at himself, starting to work on the buttons of his shirt from top-to-bottom.

"You changed?" You smiled, sitting up to reach out and maneuver him to the bed so you could take over his state of undress.

"I thought I might take you out first," he admitted, "but then I remembered it's the middle of the night and nowhere's open."

Your heart might've thawed slightly at his endearing effort, yet choose not to comment. You revealed his abs and chest at long last, dipping down to press your mouth in a trail of wet and sloppy kisses from his neck, over his pectorals, and the ridges of his ripped stomach - relishing in the feeling of their contraction when your kisses turned more deliberate and sensual. Fingers nimbly began working on the button and zipper of his jeans, hearing his feet kick off his shoes in time for you to begin wrestling the garments down his hips.

Bucky sat up, crooning, "Hey, hey, hold on." This time, you froze, fearing you did something wrong, but his smile was soft and his hand warm on your jaw. He held you still to bring his lips to yours, controlling the tempo into something slow, easy, and delicately emotional. You matched his energy, just enjoying the feeling of kissing him without the added frenzy of the impending intimacy. He paused, lips hovering over yours, whispering, "As much as I need to fuck you, doll, we got time... I plan on taking my time with you."

It was sentimental. Raw. Pure. Unexpected and intimidating.

Fucking Bucky was nothing short of pornographic; the man built like a mountain, cut like a boulder, and hung like a horse, yet still so fluid that everything he did felt intimate and emotional. Like it was truly to the two of you finding home in the other; two lost pieces of a puzzle, reunited, fitting together to create an image of euphoria. He was dedicated to your comfort, insistent on your pleasure, adamant about your orgasms; able to take direction, but not needing it, motivated by evidence of your bodily pleasure; emboldened, driven, invigorated by any inkling of your enjoyment. It was all you wanted and exactly what you needed, encouraging the pair of you through multiple rounds, positions, and orgasms.

To your shock and astute pleasure, Bucky was the kind to engage in pillow talk. He laid on his back, hand behind his head, other idly toying with your hair or tracing patterns on your skin as he asked questions or answered yours. It was easy. It was simple. It was effortless and disarming. Arguably, it had been one of the best sessions of your life due to Bucky taking his time in discovering the way your body ticked instead of just chasing his own nut like plenty of other lovers. He seemed satisfied. Content. Even cozy in your bed. You thought you could grow accustomed the sight of his bare chest and stubbly smile from this angle, curled against his hairy leg with your mouth dangerously close access to his perpetually stiff member.

Like a fool, you thought this was a break through in your relationship - be it professional or personal, you didn't care. You just felt the tides shift, for the wind to change; something warming your heart and pleasantly churning your stomach. Dawn broke and you had dozed into a nap on your costar's chest; not due on set for your shoots until early afternoon, able to get a couple hours under your belt after not getting a wink all night. Bucky laid under you, soothingly letting his fingernails scratch into the slope of your spine, both content to just exist in your bubble for a while longer. However, when you awoke to your alarm, it was to an empty bed, chilly sheets, no note, no evidence another person had even been there.

You should've known better...

"Because it felt real," you trailed off in a broken whisper, laughing cruelly at yourself as a manicured finger lifted to swipe under your nose and remove the first traces of snot. "Because I thought it was real for him as it was me..." A scoff coughed from your lungs, "I thought we had a breakthrough of sorts, like-like-like an understanding. I thought he saw me, finally... But it was all a lie, wasn't it?" You sniffled, bending at the waist to rest your elbows on the counter and hold your face in hands.

Behind you, the door suddenly burst open, ricocheting into the wall - causing you to gasp shrilly and whip around in shock. Bucky stood there panting, looking bewildered and confused, soon wincing when he clocked your state of shock he caused. "Shit, sorry, sorry, doll, I was - I didn't mean - I-I-I was worried and thought something was wrong - "

"So, you came barging into the bathroom like a madman!?" You snapped, hand to your chest - clutching methaporicnhal pearls.

"Yeah, you know, not my best moment, but I was worried," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I really didn't mean to frighten you, I was a little hopped up after talking to Regina - "

"Okay, okay, James! You know what? Just - for fuck's sake, please, please, can you just leave, leave me alone - can you please just go!? Get outta here, please. I'll be out in a minute, just leave me alone." You were trying too hard to stop this - to stop the way your heart fluttered and stomach sank, to stop your emotions from being real, to stop your mind from conjuring his all too perfect face at inopportune times - so, of course, the universe had to send the very bane of your existence after you during an anxiety attack.

You needed to be alone. You needed to be alone to cry it out. You needed to be alone to cry it out and breathe.

"No," Bucky answered sternly.

"'No'?"

"No. You're obviously not okay and I can't just leave knowing you're this upset. Look, hate me later, but I'm not leaving you alone right now."

Your head shook, a sardonic smile blooming brightly; giving a sort of disbelieving chuckle. "Seriously? Of all people? You? Fucking you? You don't even like me, so why're you really here, James? The fuck do you want?"

"All right, down girl, I come in peace," he couldn't help but snap; defensive that his act of valor was under such scrutiny.

"Yeah? If that's the truth, then remove yourself, please. You don't need to be here, interrupting my search for said peace."

"Why is it so hard to believe I'm here out of legitimate concern?"

"Because you don't think about anyone but yourself."

"Okay, ouch - "

"Just stop, please okay? I'm not tryna fight, James, I don't want to do this, all right?" You cried without letting any tears fall down your cheeks, beyond frazzled in that moment. "I don't want to do any of this, actually - this whole bloody premier, the interviews, all the pictures! People lying, people yelling!"

"Okay, okay, just take a breath, sweetheart, hey, hey." He took a cautious step towards you, "Why's tonight making you feel this way? Huh? What's going on? You've done premiers before, what's different about tonight?" He asked softly, seeing the tears surface again, how your hands couldn't stay still anymore. You began to pace in front of the sink; cracking, threading, unthreading, twiddling, and twirling your fingers.

"You! It's fucking you, James!"

"Bucky," he corrected stiffly with a sigh of disappointment, keeping himself still to watch you pace with words caught in your throat. He didn't push you, somewhat afraid of getting his head bitten off again.

"It's just you," you continued as if he hadn't spoke. "I honestly don't know what I did to make you hate me to this extent, but I can't stand it - especially after everything! I mean, I know, I get it, sleeping together shouldn't have meant anything - but I guess you're just a better actor than I am! There, okay? I said it, you're so much better than me because I-I can't just pretend and lie about what happened between us - not us, not this time! And I hate that it's fucking with me this bad, but it's everything right now, okay? It's the matching outfits and the touching - so much fucking touching, James, for fuck's sake! I know we're supposed to be posing for photos and playing this role of two people who actually like one another, but holy fuck, it's so much touching - so many photos, so many questions, so much recollection, all these memories, and so much lying - I fucking hate that we're lying about us - "

"Hey, hey, hey," Bucky soothed, suddenly materializing in front of you and holding both your arms, but let go when you reared back, "woah, hey, listen - listen to me, I don't hate you. It's quite the opposite, doll, but you need to take a breath, please, try to-to-to calm down, and I know you're not supposed to tell women that, but I don't know what else to say right now. Just - Just pause for me, doll. Listen, it's not lying for me, all right? It's not lying, it's me using wishful thinking as a coping mechanism 'cause it bothers me, too."

"W-What?" You put some distance between you again by stepping back into the furthest corner of where marble counter met wall. Exhaustion pitted your bones, hollowing them; adrenaline flooding your system after your anxiety made you feel defenseless. Tears fell without thought or realization. You needed to breathe.

Bucky's eyes were soft, his brows crinkled in concern, lips gently twitching before speaking, "I just, I realized how fucking rude I've been to you - I mean, it shouldn't matter that you never called, I could've! You know? Phone's work both ways, so, I just started thinking how much of a dick I've been - "

"What're you talking about?" You asked, tears slowing but still dribbling. "J-James, what're you talking about, I didn't call? Why would I have called you? You left me! You left. That was a pretty clear message to send."

His brows now hooked towards his nose in confusion, "What do you mean, I left?"

"After we slept together."

"Oh, baby, you think I skipped out on you?" He watched you nod meekly, breathing out, "Nah, nah, nah, I went to get us breakfast and coffee..." He purred, taking a slow step towards you, "But when I got back, you were already gone, on set. I thought you'd leave a note, but you didn't, so I didn't really think to linger in your hotel suite. I thought maybe you'd call or text me when you got back, but when you didn't, I figured you were busy and waited, then that you regretted us being together."

"Wait... Wait, wait, wait, what? Hold on, y-you went to get us...? Hold on, what? I'm still playing catch up."

Bucky stood in front of you, gently pulling you from the corner just to lean in the middle of the marble with his hands warm on your waist and ribs.

"Yeah," Bucky grins, "I went to get us breakfast. Toasted plain bagel with eggs - scrambled, of course - uh, extra cheese, and you prefer bacon to pork sausage, but only if it's extra crispy and if they don't offer turkey sausage. You like either maple syrup or Sriracha," Bucky's hands flexed to a sudden bruising grip, hoisting you onto the counter, "depending on your mood." You were stunned into silence, heart pounding; allowing him to hike your dress skirt over your thighs, then spread them only so he could stand between them, "And of course, you like both hot and iced mocha lattes equally with regular cream and sugar. Because you don't trust all baristas to get your portions right, you like keeping additional cream and sugar on hand in case it's not enough - which is why you think your coffee is complicated, because you go based on taste instead of color or measurement."

Your smile was genuine, curling your hand under his jaw to caress tantalizing stubble; holding around his neck and shoulders to remain close. You hushed, "I know that shouldn't impress me, but it does..."

"As long as you stop crying, baby, c'mon," he whined gently, "I can't stand the sight."

You nodded and sniffled, looking down as your foreheads met; gently fiddling with his diamond-crusted lapels. "For the record?" You whispered, noses nuzzling, "I don't regret it..."

"Good," he matched your tone, "'cause I don't either. But I do regret how I've treated you... I'm really sorry, doll. Maybe if I wasn't such a dickhead, we could've had these last 6 months together, huh?"

"Probably not, weren't you on location?" You snickered, caressing his cheek and keeping his forehead on yours as your tears dried and reality came back into hand.

"Oh, like you weren't?" He smirked. "Hey, I gotta question for you."

"Hm?"

"Can I take you to dinner? Please? You know, do this properly? We kinda skipped some steps."

You pulled back to look at him, laughing, "Could I clean the mascara off my face before you ask me out?"

"What mascara?"

"Oh, please - "

"Nah, seriously, baby, you look perfect, I promise, whatever Jessie used 's gotta be waterproof," he grinned, hand reaching up to hold your cheek sweetly, thumb sweeping away tear tracks.

"How do you know my make-up artist?"

"I might follow them on Instagram," he shrugged casually, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, I know this great pizza place, right?"

"Uh-huh...?"

"And I think you'll love it. C'mon, baby, lemme take you there."

"Where is it?"

"Not... That... Far..."

"What does that mean? Bucky, what're you plotting?"

"So, the pizza place, right? I found it when we were filming with Ridley - "

"Bucky."

"So, it's technically in Rome - but - "

"Oh, my God, who are you? Pete Becker? Are you binging FRIENDS, again? Hell no - "

"Hear me out!"

"We're not going to Italy!"

"Hang on, just listen to me, baby, okay?" He purred, gripping your hips in a bruising grip to drag you to the edge, "Let's get this premier done, right? And after, you and me go to the airport - I'll have my people get us tickets, Regina can grab your passport, you know? And let's just get away for a little bit - you even said you've never been to the Amalfi Coast."

You laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, okay, sure."

"You think I'm joking?"

"A little bit."

Bucky leaned forward and kissed you to suppress his own grin; lapping his tongue against yours before pulling back. "Just say yes, doll, c'mon, lemme make up for being a dickhead, huh?" He pleaded quietly.

You hummed, kissing him again, answering against his lips, "Yes, to all of it."

"Yes?"

"Yes - " You squealed in laughter when Bucky surged forward to kiss you again, this time, out of sheer relief, pure joy, and unrestricted excitement.

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[forestwater87]

I saw you request your punk kids and tried my best to follow your ref sheet! Please forgive me if anything is totally off; I literally know nothing about CC, I just wanted to draw some fun punk fashions and give you a gift. I hope you like it!

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[notmanagingmymischief]

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩 | 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 '𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨

sooo.....y/n wasn't supposed to have an act in the show. but then i wanted to show how easily VA can manipulate people into doing what he wants so she has an act now. sorry about that lmao

also, petite étoile is little star in French. it's used repeatedly so i figured i would keep that here gsdhafj

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French used in this story, in order:

"Why is someone as beautiful as you in this place?"

"Are you also French?"

"See you soon, my dear."

"Is the little star uncomfortable?"

"No, simply...unused to the attention."

"You look beautiful dressed like this."

"Of course we do, darling."

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title source: "youth" by troye sivan

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warnings: swearing, heights/falling from great heights, french

word count: 8,686 (very satisfying)

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My arms pump at my sides and my chest heaves as I sprint around the performers who all crawl forward to get closer to where I head. I see the men up ahead of me, Holt and Max, standing in front of a sleek, shiny black Porsche. I'm nearly out of breath by the time I reach them and shove my way around everyone in order to stand beside Milly and Joe. Just as I come to a halt the door opens and a fancy looking cane pops out, at which time some other guy introduces him, as Mr. Vandevere. I unconsciously turn my nose up at the man; he's snobby and fancy and clearly thinks himself as better than us, even without having said a word. I see movement from inside the car yet, and assume it's another one of his colleagues that he brought to pester us, about Dumbo no doubt.

But instead, the most gorgeous woman I've seen slowly steps from the vehicle, taking Vandevere's proffered hand with a polite smile. My eyes remain locked on the strange woman, her flaming red hair catching my attention the most. It's held in a strange curled updo, but even with it's size it somehow manages to look good on her. Decorated with a large feather looking to belong to a peacock, it's overall a very extravagant style. When she straightens, I can see the rest of her outfit. 'Dumbo is gonna have a heart attack if he sees all those feathers,' I think with a little titter. The sound must have been loud enough for people to finally register my presence as soon all attention is on me.

Vandevere takes a few steps forward with his hand out to shake and asks, accent posh and annoying, "My my, who do we have here?" I steel myself before putting on my best polite smile, returning his hand shake that lasts just a little too long as I reply "My name is y/n l/n. Wonderful to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Vandevere." His eye brow cocks and his lips lift into a smirk at my manners; "Well you're quite well spoken for someone of your status." I try not to let the comment get to me, knowing it would only serve to please him further. So I just hum and nod stiffly, rubbing my hand roughly on my jeans. My status. Who does he think he's talking to? I'm the trainer here, I'm not just some common freak in Max's show.

Without much else said, Max leads all of us away and towards his "office". I end up falling into pace with the beautiful redhead, Colette Marchant I think I heard him say? We stay silent, but I do brave a few glances here and there over to her. She has yet to speak a word, but the way that she holds herself is telling enough. She stands in the same rank as Vandevere; high and mighty, unwilling to interact with those less than her. Would make sense, if they really do come from where they say they do. Anyway, we arrive at Max's place, but Holt's kids and I are all shooed away and told to go do something else. I, obviously being the oldest, glance down at them and say "C'mon, let's go get Dumbo. They'll be by him soon, I don't doubt."

And I'm right, of course, as about ten minutes later while I work with the kids to continue training the flying elephant, voices begin to filter into my ears. I recognize them all, and with a sigh stand up, fixing my clothes and waving for the kids to do the same. Just in time, as they step foot inside the small tent a moment later. They're voices have died down, and all eyes are on us. Specifically, on the pachyderm at my side. My hand rests protectively on his head and my gaze remains hard, unwilling to let that Vandevere and his cane anywhere near my elephant. See, Max might own Dumbo, but he's ours. Dumbo belongs to me, Milly, and Joe, and no one else. With Mrs. Jumbo gone, it's my duty to protect him and if that means stopping him from getting publicity then so be it.

My eyes track every single movement the man makes, walking closer to inspect Dumbo and pushing his cane out, looking to try and poke at the baby's leg, only for me to take a step forward and push the stick away. "Please refrain from antagonizing him." I stand firm in front of him, about his eye level. He gives me an impressed look but it's so obviously filled with annoyance. Though he just smiles tightly and hums, retracting his cane. Before he can do anything else, he's pushed out of the way, as am I, by the redhead. I blink a few times and open my mouth to protest, but she doesn't even give me a sideways glance, so I don't bother. I watch as Colette walks slowly around Dumbo, giving him a once-over as she says "Hello there." I watch Dumbo carefully, who has his own eyes trained on something on the ground. Oh, not the ground. Colette's shoes have feathers, too.

"So this...creature of yours is supposed to fly?" I finally hear the first full sentence out of Colette and I'm honestly surprised. She's looking right at me as she paces slowly around Dumbo, but I can't seem to move past the very very strong French accent of the woman's voice. "Yes," I murmur, finally snapping myself out of it with a blush. She huffs quietly and stares at me for a moment longer before looking away. Meanwhile, Dumbo has been creeping closer, and I just see his trunk reach out and brush the sparkling black fabric away from Colette's calves to reveal the feathers on her tights as well before she spins a bit and looks down at him, making him skitter back. I let out a huff of laughter and glance between the two, mumbling "Feathers," to Colette. She gives me a weird look, but I just smile wickedly and turn back to Dumbo.

The guys are having conversation that I haven't been paying attention to until I hear my name mentioned; "Y/n's Dumbo's trainer. She and the kids taught him." My head shoots up to meet the ringmaster's eyes and then Vandevere's, who's shine with even more sick curiosity than before. It almost makes me squirm when he breathes "Ah," and steps towards us again. "And how on earth did you do that?" "Put. That. Down." Again forced to grasp the man's cane, my eyes harden further and I glare at him. I shove it down, not liking the way he had pointed it at the kids. It gives me shivers and he creeps closer, mumbling "I think you're a little too smart for your own good." But before he can say more, Colette says "Alright alright, that's enough." her heavy accent still lingering in the back of my mind. It gets Vandevere to calm down and back off, and before I know it he's guiding Max out of the tent.

Now just Colette, the 'bodyguard', Holt, and his kids are left with me, and soon the bodyguard leaves as well. Wanting to get to know what's happening, I glance at Holt, and then at Colette, before asking "Ms. Marchant, may I speak to you for a moment please?" The woman nods curtly before carefully stepping out of the tent. I would think those heels would be uncomfortable, especially on ground like this, but I don't say anything. Once we're out of earshot, I guide Colette through a little walk around the tamer parts of the circus as I speak. "So what is it you wanted to speak to me about?" she asks, and a little smile twitches at my lips. "You are French, non?" I reply back. Even just the single word makes her look at me in interest again and nod her head slowly.

My smile widens. "So you can speak it fluently, then?" I question, and Colette sighs quietly, nodding once more. Satisfied, I casually say "Pourquoi quelqu'un est-il aussi magnifique que toi dans cet endroit ?" (refer to french guide above) The use of perfect French must take the woman rightfully off guard as her step falters and her eyes shoot to mine in an instant. I smile playfully at the expression on her face as she says "Excuse me?" I shrug, leaning back on the wall that conveniently happens to be behind me and say back "Well I thought you said you're fluent." Colette's eyes narrow in suspicion, and she says "Vous etes egalement francais?" I shake my head, saying back "Non. I taught myself when I was very young. Notice the lack of an accent." The redhead's eyes light up in joy, though her face remains impassive. With a hum she glances behind us and back towards where we came from, were it looks like Max and Vandevere are returning to the tent.

Colette and I silently agree to return, but in no time we've managed to start up a conversation in French. I enjoy listening to a native speaker to hear how her lips wrap around each vowel, and she seems to find entertainment in my many slip ups. "Hey, it's been forever since I last conversed in French." I defend, blushing as she gives me an amused look. When we return, our conversation quiets down into nothing as the rest of them speak. I remain by Colette's side until she leaves with Vandevere. My parting words to her are "A bientot, ma cherie." and they make her blush, just a little bit of pink on her neck.

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I don't think about our visitors much after they leave, until finally we're all rounded up one day, about a week later. Max stands on a makeshift podium and tries to get everyone's attention. I manage to get Joe up on my shoulders as he's shorter than his sister just before the ringleader starts speaking. "Everyone, I have exciting news! I'm sure you all remember Mr. Vandevere and his companion. Well, they have invited us to perform, at his park. This is--this could make us big, this could be our big break!" Max says, and the excitement in his voice is palpable and makes me chuckle despite myself. But then the worry sinks in; clearly this is a ploy of some sort to get Dumbo into the spotlight, but I'm scared it's for far more nefarious reasons than they let on.

My only comfort is the possibility that I'll see Colette again, though I know it's a purely selfish desire. Still, it keeps me from overthinking things too much as everyone slowly wanders away from Max and returns to their duties. I must have zoned out and missed the rest of his speech. So I put Joe down and urge the twins to find their father before approaching Max. Hesitantly, I say his name, causing him to turn and face me with a grin. "Yes, y/n?" He's overly chipper today. "Umm...are you sure we can trust this VA guy? He just...I dunno, he rubs me the wrong way." Max's expression dims into something resembling understanding, and he replies "Of course. What reason would he have for tricking us? Don't worry, y/n, I'm sure all will be fine."

There's a hint of finality in his voice, and I know better than to argue with the man so I simply nod and murmur "yeah...yeah, I guess you're right," and walk back to Dumbo's enclosure to practice some more before we eat.

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The next days pass in a blur; packing, getting ready to leave, the excited chatter permeating the air constantly and leaving almost no time to breathe without someone cornering you about the trip. It's exhausting and I take every opportunity I can to slip away from the noise. I don't have much stuff, so I'm all ready to go anyway; it's mostly things for Dumbo. But eventually the day comes, and things move so fast that before I know it we're there and getting ready for the introductory parade that VA has planned. I'm pushed around quite a bit, being on the short side in comparison to the older members of the team, and I let out a frustrated whine when I can't find my way to the Farrier family.

"Follow me." A voice is suddenly next to my ear, and someone's hand is on my bicep, making me jump in surprise, but I recognize the silky accent belonging to none other than Colette. I relax slightly and let the woman guide me through the crowd, trusting her to get me where I need to be. She's taller than me, and weaves effortlessly to and fro until we finally arrive at our destination. I blink a few times in surprise, looking to Colette and asking "Are you--are you sure this is where I'm supposed to go?" The woman smiles and nods, pushing me gently towards the fancy car in front of me. I swallow dryly and try to figure out where to sit. Colette does so easily, swinging her legs over the door and sitting down on the back of the seats, beside VA. But there's no other empty spot except between the two, which I doubt I'm meant to occupy.

And yet, Colette once again waves me forward, and when I do so, she grasps onto my hand and pulls me towards her, until I am, in fact, sat between her and Vandevere. It makes my skin burn in embarrassment and anxiety; "Why am I up here?" I ask, and VA quickly says "Why, because you're the star of the show, darling!" I curl in on myself slightly at the endearment, letting out an offended noise and unconsciously sliding closer to VA's fairer counterpart. She chuckles quietly and practically purrs "La petite étoile est-elle mal à l'aise?" It makes me shudder but I push it back and reply "Bien sûr que non. Simplement...peu habitué à l'attention." Colette hums and I notice VA glancing between us with an odd look in his eye. Perhaps he's wary of the fact that we can communicate without his knowledge of our words?

Either way, he looks away moments later and I do my best to ignore his presence. The parade will be starting soon, after all. And it does, nary a minute later, striking up the bands and revving the engines of the cars, and we're off. Colette's arm raises the second we're within sight of the circus-goers, waving beauty pageant style, elegant and smooth. It's so hypnotic that I almost forget to wave myself, though mine is much less confident, and only comes out a few times. Otherwise, my hands lay tightly clasped in my lap. I begin to fidget and squirm in place when the crowd becomes louder, but luckily Holt points something out to Joe and I focus on that instead of the slowly increasing volume of the people. Eventually, I feel a slim arm snake around my back and pull me closer to Colette, and though I look at her in surprise, she doesn't even spare me a glance.

The statement, while taken as encouragement at face value, holds a strange tone. The man didn't say this to encourage Milly, he said it to get between her and her father, I just know it. So he's already started meddling in our business. I must have tensed so hard even Colette can feel, as she leans over to whisper something in my ear, but before she has the chance she sits up quickly as Vandevere leans over as well, getting uncomfortably close to me in the process, and asks the woman "What is it exactly that we do here?" He pauses. "Ma cheri?" His pronunciation of what is normally an elegant statement makes my nose wrinkle in disgust and I lean just that much further into Colette's form as she replies, French accent put on thick, "We make the impossible...possible." VA does a strange motion with his hand and then, thankfully, sits back, giving me space to breathe again without inhaling his too-strong cologne.

Colette's arm remains around my waist for the duration of the ride, until the car disappears under the tent at which point she removes it with one last gentle caress of my hip. I miss her warmth immediately, and soon she gets off the car completely and I shiver. But then she holds out her hand and assists me in getting off myself, giving me a fleeting smile before walking to VA's side. I sigh to myself, put on a forced smile, and follow the group to the castle that will, supposedly, be our new occupation for our stay.

-

The place is huge. Bigger than anything I've ever seen, and even I can't stop my jaw from dropping when I catch sight of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, intricate murals and gigantic picture windows that the place holds. I'm so preoccupied with looking at the books, in fact, that I don't hear the others talking until my name is called out, and I spin around with a high pitched "Oh! Sorry!" and a sheepish grin. Colette smirks while the rest look at me with unimpressed amusement. Holt says "Come on y/n, Mr. Vandevere wants to show us something else." I nod, scurrying to his side as VA says "Don't worry, young lady. You'll have plenty of time to read between shows." I hum in acknowledgement, but don't give him any other reaction; I want him to know that I don't trust him.

We move as a group outside once again, walking until we reach a large white building. The sounds of horses prancing about hits my ears and I realize that this is VA's plan; get Holt hooked on the prospect of trick-riding again so he'll do what he wants. Smart, but I'm not fooled. I say nothing as we enter, though I am impressed by the gorgeous white steeds that seem to dance around the place, no doubt training for the next show. My eyes look over the rest of the place, seeing what must be Colette's training equipment, bars and swings that I assume she uses to "fly". The thought of getting to see her practice excites me, but it's cut short when my eyes catch on the last thing in the room.

"Ribbons?" I breathe, eyes going wide and fingers twitching.

It catches Vandevere's attention and he smirks; "Ah yes, you didn't think I forgot about you, did you y/n?" I don't have it in me to respond, gravitating towards the silks that hang from the ceiling. "How did you...?" I trail off as my hands brush the fine material, tugging gently to test how sturdy they are; very. From behind me, I hear VA saying "A little birdy told me you used to have your own act in your little show, long before Dumbo came along. Ribbons, isn't that right?" I nod, still in a daze. Finally I turn to look at them, and I'm sure my emotions are crystal clear in my gaze as a victorious smile stretches across the man's face that I somehow don't notice, too occupied with the idea of flying again.

"I haven't practiced in so long though...surely I couldn't--" "Nonsense. One never loses the ability to fly. Isn't that right, ma cheri?" Colette's nose turns up slightly, but still she nods and sends me a soft smile, mumbling "Exactly." I'm completely unsure of any of this, and in the back of my mind I realize it must be a ploy, but with the ribbons right there, within my grasp...I can't help but squeak "Okay, you got me. I'm in." A menacing smile forms on Vandevere's face and he nods once, stating "Wonderful." before turning back to the rest. I block everything else out after that, focusing solely on the ribbons and letting my mind run wild with images of flipping and turning in the air again, as I used to. The general unease I felt slips away completely and I sigh again, hand clasped tightly around one of the silk ties. Maybe this won't be quite as bad as I thought.

--

"Ma chéri?" A familiar voice sounds from behind me and I spin around, finishing dusting my hands. I had planned to wait on my own practice until Dumbo was trained, but they insisted that Milly and Joe could handle Dumbo with Colette, and I could use the corner as long as my heart desired. And boy did it desire. I notice Colette's eyes flicker down my body, clad in a traditional aerialist's practicing leotard, and it makes my stomach tighten slightly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. But her gaze returns just as fast to my own, and she smiles, asking "Are you ready?" I laugh nervously and reply "Well...about as ready as I'll ever be." The other woman nods and walks a bit closer, before muttering "Just between you and me...tu es magnifique habillé comme ça."

But as if she'd said nothing she just leans away and finishes with "I have no doubt you'll do wonderfully, no need to be nervous," as Holt and the kids come into the building. I shake myself out and shakily whisper "Y-Yup. Thanks, Colette." And with that I send one last nod towards the Farrier family and Colette, before heading over to my station. With a deep breath, I grab onto them tightly and begin the most basic routine that I remember. Within minutes I'm ten feet in the air, tangled carefully in ribbons. From the outside, it probably looks silly, but if I do this correctly then it'll be worth it. My eyes slide down to the floor, where Colette is waving a feather about, guiding Dumbo to the seesaw that sits there. I hang for a while longer, just watching them until, when Dumbo steps heavily on the raised end of the plank, Colette shoots up into the air and her hands grasp the swing bar tightly.

I let out a sharp gasp and she glances over at me, smiling teasingly before looking away again; I do the same, trying to ignore the brunette (which came as a shock to me, I didn't realize that she didn't actually have red hair, they were simply wigs. Personally, I liked her natural hair more than the fancy waves anyway) and pay attention to my own position, hanging precariously above the ground. I take a deep breath and raise myself a few feet higher before going into what I believe is called a double lock split, hissing quietly at the unfamiliar stretch in my thighs. It's been a long time since I've stretched properly, and I've lost the flexibility that I used to master. With a quiet cough, I raise my arms above my head, grabbing the silk with a white knuckle grip and pulling one leg in, hitting another few poses before going for the real big guns.

As I prepare to do the drop, I suddenly hear a scream and my eyes go wide, head snapping towards Colette, and I watch in slow motion as Dumbo smacks into her and she plummets to the net with a scream. But the sudden movement catches me off balance and I also fall. Much like Colette, I let out a high shriek, praying that I was in the correct position. And my prayers are answered, my body coming to a standstill upside down, my head about a foot above the ground. My chest is heaving and my body is buzzing with adrenaline, but I shakily raise myself up again to a circus seat. That's when I realize everyone's attention is on me, and I give them a shaken up smile, waving casually. "That was so cool," Joe finally whispers, and I can't help but let out a loud laugh, the tension in my body fading instantly.

"Thank you, Joey." I say, getting as comfortable as I can in my silks. Which isn't, admittedly, very comfortable, the ribbons digging into my skin. I glance above me to where the ropes are still tightly tethered to the hooks on the ceiling, letting out a little breath before delicately twirling down and out of the ribbons. I groan when I put weight on my legs, having stretched them out a bit too much with a few of those moves and made them sore. Fingers massaging my thighs, I walk towards the group just as VA walks in, Colette coming to stand beside me. She leans over and mumbles "Are you alright petite étoile? That was quite the drop." Her voice is laced with concern, though her expression stays neutral, and I whisper back "I'm fine, I've done that trick before. I'm just glad I had rigged myself correctly or that could have been bad." and chuckle quietly.

The woman nods and sends me a quick smile before leaning back and walking away, so as to not draw too much suspicion. I tune into the conversation that VA is having with Holt and the kids, as he tells them that the show is coming up. It's tonight?! My eyes go wide and my breath catches; there's no way any of us have practiced enough, and I quickly say "Um, Mr. Vandevere, I don't think Dumbo is quite ready for that." VA gives me a strange look and a mocking smile, replying "Oh no, Dumbo isn't set to perform tonight. His premiere is tomorrow." He pauses, allowing confusion to set in. Then what was he...?

"Yours is tonight."

Oh fuck.

"O-Oh, I don't think--" "Nonsense. I'm sure you can figure something out, you're a smart girl." I'm abruptly cut off and the conversation is ended like that when the man turns away, but I catch Colette's eyes from over his shoulder, who's brows are pulled together in confusion; apparently this is news to her as well. I zone out, falling into my head again as VA finishes gaslighting the rest and leaves. I'm only snapped out of it by hands on my arms, and look down to see Milly looking up at me with a reassuring expression, or what she thinks is reassuring; it reads confusion and worry instead, but still I give her a smile as she says "I'm sure you'll be fine Miss y/n. You've been doing this for years, you just need a few more hours of practice and I bet you'll be just as good as before!" I swallow dryly, tearing up, and lean down to pick the girl up into my arms, holding her tightly and spinning her around as I say "Of course my darling girl. Of course I can."

Milly laughs at that, and when I finally set her down she presses a quick kiss to my cheek and states "We believe in you, right guys?" and looks behind her, prompting the others to nod, Joe saying "yeah!" Holt just nods with a smile and Colette mutters "Bien sûr que nous le faisons, ma chérie." It helps to ground me, and calm me down, so I also nod and roll my shoulders back, preparing for a long day of practice. I have five hours before the show starts, which means four hours of practice and an hour to get ready to perform. I can do this, I've done this before, I remind myself. And I get to work.

-

Colette stays with me the entire day, as she isn't performing that night either, instead waiting until tomorrow when she'll be working with Dumbo. She acts sort of as a spotter, and making sure that I don't overwork myself. If I get injured somehow VA would kill me, probably. So even though I want to push myself as hard as I can, sometimes the brunette still gets me down on the ground, whether it be to take a break to breathe or drink some water, and I can't help but be grateful. I know that if it weren't for her I'd have worked with no breaks the whole day. Finally, an hour and a half before the show is set to start, she calls me down for the last time. I nod down at her, performing the last drop for the end of my planned performance and trying to stay as confident as I can as I get onto the ground with the help of Colette. As she takes my hand, I mumble "Thank you, Colette, really."

She just hums and nods, leading me out of the building. She doesn't let go of my hand, instead intertwining our fingers and holding it a bit tighter. It's a simple comfort, keeping me from getting distracted or thinking too hard about what's to come. We enter the area where performers are preparing to get ready and I plan to head to an empty corner that I can borrow for the time being, but instead Colette pulls me gently towards another room. I realize she's taken me to her personal dressing room when I see her name on the door, and quickly sputter "Colette, I--" She shuts me up with a look and leads me inside. Closing the door behind us, I glance around at the small but strangely cozy room. It's warm lighting contrasts with the chilly air, but it's somehow perfect.

Colette finally lets go of my hand in order to go to walk looks to be a wardrobe of some sort, looking through a bunch of fancy looking leotards and uniforms, all hers no doubt. I stay silent, awkwardly playing with my hands until she returns to me with some fabric clutched in her hands. Quietly, the woman says "Here, you can borrow this. I assume you don't have any of your own, oui?" I clear my throat and reply "Uhm, n-no, I don't. But are you sure that I can use one of yours?" Colette smiles and nods, pushing it into my hands and backing away towards the door, saying "Get dressed, I'll be back in ten," before walking out. I nod to myself and pull myself out of my practice uniform, and carefully put on the leotard that Colette gave me. While not a traditional aerialist's uniform, which would have long, solid sleeves to prevent rope-burn, it fits well and has sleeves made of a thin mesh material which reach to my elbow and end with a delicate pattern.

I can't imagine when Colette would have worn this, since trapeze artists don't usually wear sleeves since they don't have need the to and it can restrict essential movement. But I just shake it off and walk over to the large vanity mirror, framed by lights that make me feel like I'm in Hollywood. I smile but it morphs into a frown when I see the state of the rest of my body. My hair is mussed and my face is flushed from hours or practice. I groan and pull my hair out of it's tie, letting it flow over my shoulders, before beginning to put it back into a simple high-pony. I don't even notice the door opening until hands are placed on my waist and my body is straightened back up. I catch sight of the older woman in the mirror behind me and my breath catches.

Her eyes linger on my form, taking in all the details of how the borrowed uniform fits, hands that are still on my waist tightening into a grip that feels almost...possessive in nature? I push the thought out of my head and try to keep my blush to a minimum when she whispers "You look lovely, chère," her voice huskier than normal and accent thick. I thank her meekly, and she lets go of me after a second, instead bringing her hands to my hair to pull it out of it's messy bun that I had settled for and beginning to work her magic. I'm glad I don't have to wear a wig, I've never liked the feeling of those. I stand still and just watch Colette's focused expression as her hands dart back and forth across the back of my head, tucking and pinning my hair into place for a good ten minutes. But I don't mind, the feeling of her nails occasionally scratching my scalp or neck and her light breathing on my skin making it worth it.

Finally, she's done. Her hands are removed carefully from my now completed hair, and she steps back, asking "You like it?" I turn my head to the side, admiring the intricately done hairstyle, before breathing "It's gorgeous," and turning to face Colette and thank her. But I overestimate how far she had stepped back because suddenly we're inches apart and I can feel her breath on my face and I'd just have to lean forward a few inches to press my lips to hers. My eyes drop down to those lips, parted slightly, before Colette thankfully steps back, giving us a few feet of space between our bodies. I thank the gods she did because if she hadn't then I'd be liable to do something stupid. Like kiss her.

Taking a shaky breath in, I thank her with a slightly cracked voice, and she nods, murmuring "Of course. Now get out there, you have ten minutes." Her tone is firm, but not cruel, and I also nod, quickly pattering out of the dressing room with Colette not far behind me, and head out to the curtain that separates us from the ring where I'll be performing. According to Holt, I'm the main attraction tonight; how I never noticed the posters plastered about this morning featuring a cartoonish rendition of me wrapped in ribbons beats me, but my nerves go on high alert and my heart starts beating faster as I see how many people are already in the stands, and they aren't even all full yet. But both Holt and Colette come to stand on either side of me, and the former whispers "You're gonna do great out there kid."

I smile, thanking him with a grateful look, and Colette agrees with a silent nod. Finally, the time comes, and VA walks up to us just before it starts to "wish me good luck", and it would be nice if it weren't for the fact that, just before I go out, he whispers "try not to mess it up, petite étoile." Him using Colette's nickname for me makes me cringe, fighting the urge to either insult or shove him, simply nodding stiffly and saying "Yup," through clenched teeth. And then the ringmaster is introducing the circus, which is my queue to get out there. I sneak about through the darkness, coming to stand in my place where I know the ribbons will be. The side performances go smoothly, giving me time to breathe and calm down.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for! Ladies and gentleman, I present to you...Y/n, our ribbon's master!" Apparently they hadn't come up with a cool name for me yet, which is fine by me, and I put on a smile as the spotlight pans over to me. With a deep breath, I raise both arms above my head, and feel two silks drop beside them, which I grab onto easily. A second later, my body is leaving the ground, the silks being raised five, ten, fifteen feet into the air before finally stopping. Back arched and toes pointed, I open my eyes and look out over the crowd and begin my act. It goes smoothly, as long as I just pretend that I'm alone, with no one but Colette watching me with her sharp gaze and comforting smile. I keep her face in my mind, focusing only on her and not on my act; I had rehearsed it so many times that day I had it memorized.

And then came the drop, the final move. I set myself up for it, wrapping myself in the ribbons properly before scanning the crowd again, where I catch sight of the other performers from Max's group, sitting in the crowd and smiling up at me. My smile widens and, with a deep breath, I let go of the silk in my hands. A collective gasp is heard from the crowd, even a few high pitched shrieks of terror, as I spiral at break neck speed toward the ground. Just before I should collide with the earth, I stop. The ribbons catch me just as they should, my arms extended and head positioned in a pose. Within moments the crowd erupts into an uproar, some standing and others just clapping excitedly as I finish, setting my feet down on the ground and giving them a showman's bow, and exiting the ring until I'm shrouded in shadows yet again.

The second I'm out of sight my entire persona falls away and leaves me panting and weak. I fall against the wall, taking great heaving breaths to try and calm my racing heart, but I can't even get my breath back before it's knocked out of me again when two small forms collide into me. It rips a laugh from my throat, knowing who they were as I wrap my arms around the twins, watching Holt and Colette, as well as some of the other performers, approach me with wide, impressed smiles on their faces. A chorus of congratulations and compliments are thrown at me, and I thank everyone with a breathy voice, appreciating their words but also wanting nothing more than to sit down. Colette must have realized this as she soon waves everyone away before walking over to me and guiding me away from the rest and back to her dressing room.

Once we enter I finally get to breathe again, shaking slightly with leftover adrenaline. My attention snaps to Colette when she says "You did wonderful tonight, chère. I'm very proud of you," and a proud smile pulls at my lips as I scratch my neck awkwardly, thanking her with a timid voice. She also smiles before asking if I need help with anything, and I nod and ask if she could help with my hair. She does so, motioning for me to sit down at the vanity again before beginning to undo all of her hard work. It stayed in place the entire time, proving just how well done it was. Once she finishes, a small pile of pins on the table now the only proof it was ever there, she walks out to allow me time to change.

I sleep very well that night.

--

The next day passes in a blur of training Dumbo and Colette, and before I know it the show is almost ready to start. Colette, in a stunning golden leotard with a matching headpiece and typical red wig, stands where I stood the night before, glancing outside before walking over to us and Dumbo. She crosses her fingers and says something I can't understand from where I'm at, then looks at me and smiles. It's nervous, a look that I'm not used to seeing on her, so I smile too and walk forward, catching her hands in mine and mumbling "Good luck, mon cœur." The endearment makes her blink a few times, but I don't give her a chance to say a word about it before I'm pushing her gently away. Her eyes stay locked with mine for a moment longer, brows furrowing slightly before the corner of her lips twitch for just a split second. And then she's gone, walking to her position in the darkness.

I watch with rapt attention as Dumbo is also led to the platform, which begins raising as the ringmaster announces him and the spotlight moves to him. He's scared, I can tell from here, but Milly whispers "You can do it Dumbo," and almost as if he can hear her the small elephant looks as if he's steeling himself. It makes me smile in amusement, but soon my attention is pulled to the other performer in this ordeal. "And the one who can ride him...the Queen of the Heavens!' It's a fitting title for Colette, I think, and I stare unabashedly as she strikes her pose slowly before the chandelier-esque device she holds onto is raised. She circles the ring and it approaches the platform which Dumbo is on. She steps onto it with elegance, somehow making everything she does look graceful, but as I look around for a moment I realize something's wrong, very wrong.

I don't know what it is until I finally look down; the nets. They haven't put the nets up. My eyes widen and Holt seems to make the realization at the same time as I, for he quickly runs out and shouts "What the hell are you doing, get the nets out there!" to the people in charge of them. I walk forward quickly, just in time to catch "Change of plans, from above." They're not going to put the nets out, I realize. Nothing Holt says makes them move an inch and eventually he exclaims "Colette! Don't!" The woman is already looking down at us, and I can see the confused, thinly veiled terror glinting in her eyes as they catch mine, just as worried. But my voice is gone and my legs are frozen, unable to yell or do anything. And my heart clenches in fear as Colette seems to collect herself, mounting Dumbo's back and holding out the feather to him.

But he isn't taking it. Dumbo just stares at it, not even taking a step forward for a long moment, as if he knows that something is wrong and refuses to go. I see Colette's lips moving as she says something to him, and finally he takes the feather. It's gonna be okay, I think, maybe this will go fine. Colette says her little thing and claps her hands once, allowing some chalk dust to hit Dumbo's trunk. He looks like he's about to sneeze, but instead of sucking in the feather like he normally would, he simply lets out a little huff of air and the feather floats away. I let out a little noise, eyes trained on the two performers like a hawk. Okay, definitely not going to be fine.

But Dumbo gets his shit together and reaches his trunk out for the feather, and I think that he's about to get it when suddenly he lurches to try and reach it, and time seems to slow. I watch in dread as Colette pitches forward and off of Dumbo's back with a screech. She hangs precariously from the fabric that was being used as a saddle on Dumbo's back, now ripping as Dumbo tries to pull her back up. But he can't, and the fabric rips completely, sending Colette plummeting towards the ground. All the air leaves my lungs and at once I spring into action, bolting forward, and scream "Colette!" I don't even realize that Holt's thrown a rope towards her, but she does and grabs at it, sliding down and luckily slowing her fall. Just before she can hit the ground I skid to a halt and wrap my arms around her tightly, nearly falling over myself in the process.

I feel her body shaking with what I can only assume to be fear as she nearly hyperventilates, arms automatically curling around my neck. I look at her and start to ask "Colette, are you alright?" before she breathes "Oh, petite étoile..." and presses her lips to mine, clasping my face between her hands and holding me against her. I let out a little noise but can't even kiss back before she's pulled away at the sound of Dumbo's distressed cries. We both look up at him in worry, and I see that he's hanging halfway off his platform, trying to climb back up but only slipping further off.

And then he falls and I nearly scream, tightening my arms around Colette's waist in panic, but, just inches from the hard ground, Dumbo flies. His ears catch him and he soars over our heads and begins circling the ring. I let out a relieved breath and sag against Colette, who does nearly the same. We watch as the little elephant soars around, three, four, five times as the crowd cheers wildly, but instead of landing he suddenly turns and speeds out of the tent doors. We hear the faint sound of glass breaking as he presumably leaves the building entirely. I glance warily at Colette, then to the door. I'm unwilling to let her go after what happened but I force myself to give her some space, releasing her and following the kids outside, where we just catch sight of Dumbo disappearing behind the Ferris Wheel. He's heading somewhere, I just don't know where, but I can't do anything except go back inside and awkwardly retreat behind the curtains as Millie and Joe run off after him.

-

I'm still shaking a little bit when I return to the now empty ring, cleared of everyone except the performers who mingle anxiously among themselves. I don't see Colette anywhere, but clench my fists at my sides and walk stiffly over to the rest, making sure everyone's okay; these people may not be part of my team, but they're just as much my family as anyone. When I'm sure that everyone's just shaken up from the events of the show, I finally sneak off to try and find the one person who should be the most shaken. When I finally do find her, she's in her dressing room; I knock on the slightly cracked door, hearing a muffled, weak "I'm busy." I sigh and state "Colette, it's me." There's a too-long moment of silence before she thankfully replies "Come in then." and creep carefully into the room.

I close the door slowly behind me, looking over and finally seeing Colette. She's sitting in the chair by the vanity, elbows on the wood and head in her hands as she tries badly to hide her tears. Walking forward slowly, I keep my voice low so as to not startle her when I say "Do you wanna talk about it?" She doesn't reply, so I just crouch down next to her and place my cheek on her thigh, looking up at her face that's crumpled with anxiety, eyes squeezed shut and tear tracks painting her cheeks. We stay like that for a while, until Colette whispers "I don't know what he was thinking. Why would he have done that to me? To everyone?" I figure she's talking about VA and the nets, so I respond "Because he's a selfish asshole who just uses people for his own gain and doesn't care who gets hurt in the process."

I don't bother to hide my contempt and strong disdain for the man from Colette, which she seems to appreciate as she lets out a tiny, single note laugh. "I'm sorry for what I did, by the way. After you--after you caught me." The woman murmurs, but I just smile, though she can't see it with her eyes still closed, and reach up to brush any residual tears from her pale cheeks. Under my breath, I say "If I was upset I wouldn't have come to see you." Finally Colette's eyes open partly, locking with mine immediately. They search my eyes, then my face, for something, before one of her hands comes to gently rest on my head and drag her fingers through my hair, which drapes over her knee like a waterfall. Her nails scratch my scalp slightly and my eyes flutter, lashes tickling my cheeks slightly.

"Ma petite étoile." Colette breathes, just like she had hours earlier, and I open my eyes fully again, smiling gently and murmuring "Mon cœur." Colette's gaze leaves mine, moving lower on my face, before she dips down towards me. Her lips hover millimeters above mine, hesitating; our shallow breaths mingle together between us for a second and I mutter "Do it." And finally, she closes the distance to firmly presses our lips together. I let out a little breath of air through my nose, turning my head slightly and pressing back. Colette's hand, which was in my hair, drifts towards my face, cupping my cheek protectively, and when I'm able to sit up so she isn't forced to bend down so far the hand that grips my waist once again feels possessive. I don't mind, leaning a little further into the woman's body and allowing her to pull me into her lap.

I settle my hands on her shoulders, and lose myself in the kiss for a while longer until we're forced apart by the need for air. My eyes open at the same time as Colette's, but I break eye contact first as I rest my face in the crook of her neck, pressing a little kiss there before sighing and muttering "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I swear to god, the second I see that man I'm gonna punch him in the face." It makes Colette laugh breathlessly, snaking her arms around my waist and holding me a little tighter as she replies "I don't think that's the best idea, chère. But I appreciate the...eh, dedication?" Though Colette's English is practically perfect, I've noticed she still struggles slightly on some words, saying them with less conviction as she feels them out. I smile against her skin and say "That's a good word for it. Good job. Sentiment works, too."

Colette nods and gives me a quiet thank you, which I just hum to in response. We stay in this position for a while, stealing the occasional kiss every few minutes before separating and just enjoying each other's presence. We only separate completely when a knock is heard against the door, and I yelp quietly and skitter off of the woman's lap. She smirks teasingly, but also stands and straightens herself out, running a hand through her dark hair and messing up her bangs slightly in the process. It makes me giggle into my hand as she walks to the door, opening it a crack to speak to whoever it may be that's on the other side, mumbling quick and quiet words to them before finally leaning back and closing the door.

When she turns to face me again, I say "Well, I should probably be getting back before someone comes looking for me." Yet Colette simply smirks again, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking prey, and purrs "Oh they already are. That was Mr. Farrier asking if I knew where you'd gone off to." The tone of her voice makes my breath catch and then speed up, heart racing. Unconsciously I back up, but Colette doesn't stop her approach, still advancing on me with slow and deliberate steps. "They won't be asking here again. Which means that I have you all to myself." Trying to play her game, I mumble "Oh? And what might you have in mind?" Another smirk. Before I know it, I'm cornered against her vanity, and her arms cage me in place as she leans closer to my ear.

"Oh chérie, you won't believe how many things I want to do to you tonight."

[tainted-wine]

Caring For Your Hormonally-Charged Bird

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(I didn’t mean for this to turn into a monster with over 7k words, but I finally finished it. This is based off of my mutant headcanons and also takes some inspiration from user kazooli’s awesome thirst posts about Hawks. Happy Springtime, everyone!)

Edit: Now there’s a Part 2!

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The songs of lovestruck birds rang across the streets. Freshly bloomed cherry blossoms rained petals down onto the pavement. Butterflies and bees hovered around the flourishing flowers. It was undoubtedly a beautiful day. Too bad you had to spend it in an office with an oncoming headache. A familiar voice spoke behind you.

“Wow, look at that. I don’t know what’s more gorgeous; the scenery outside or the lady staring at it.”

Hawks’s charm doesn’t affect you when he has pissed you off so many times in such a short span.

You’ve had the ‘privilege’ of working for the Hero Public Safety Commission for several years, from supporting public events to endless desk work. The pay was generous and life was overall more comfortable. All you had to do to stay on their good side was comply with every demand, ignore the condescending tones of the bigwigs, and turn a blind eye whenever you witnessed the occasional sketchy practice.

When they offered you a job as the personal handler of one of the top heroes of Japan, you almost fainted. You have always been a fan of Hawks. Fast, handsome, charismatic, he may not have the godly strength of All Might, yet he still felt just as flawless. You’ve been helping and guiding the winged young man since last summer and learned that he’s even more than what you imagined. He wasn’t just good-looking, he wasn’t just a sweet-talker…

He was also a fucking nightmare to work with.

You turned around to see said man ogling you a bit more than you were used to, his trademark crooked smile on his face, but you ignored that and went straight to business. “Your carelessness is trending again for the third time this week, Hawks.”

He drew a sharp breath in an exaggerated gasp. “Again? Oh, what could they possibly be on my ass for this time? Was I smacking on chicken wings too loudly in public? Did they catch the moment I almost flew into that crystal-clear window?”

You whipped out your phone, already prepared to show him a news page with a rather shocking photo. A man with an elegant and sleek appearance was beaten and bruised, his dazzling peacock tail fanned out behind him. The attacker was none other than Hawks, who was gripping the other man by the collar, his wings fully spread out with several sharpened feathers floating around his victim as an unnecessary precaution. It was a very aggressive display.

‘HAWKS LAYS SMACKDOWN ON PERVERTED PEACOCK’ was the headline.

“This is beyond excessive force. You could have just as easily restrained him with your quirk.” You scolded, fixing him with the steely authoritarian stare that you’ve been working on.

Hawks flinched, but you couldn’t tell if he was just playing with you or not. “Ma’am! I was simply defending the girl’s honor! She was very clearly uncomfortable and besides, wouldn’t flashing his tail like that be considered indecent exposure?” Yeah, that tone told you that he was clearly not intimidated.

“No, and even if it did, indecency and harassment wouldn’t excuse such a violent subduing. Furthermore,” you gestured at his threatening wing display in the photo. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were demonstrating similar behavior.”

He simply shrugged. “Just showing him who the bigger bird is around here.”

Your eye twitched. “For God’s sake, Hawks, you’re not an animal. Part of my job is ensuring that you maintain a friendly image that will keep the public at ease. This is not friendly. Shall I go through some of the comments for examples?” You scrolled down and cleared your throat in preparation. “Anyone else put off by how violent Hawks looks here? I didn’t know he had it in him to beat someone down like that. He’s usually all about being quick and efficient.” You scrolled down to the next one. “What’s the deal with Hawks? I was there and it was like watching a cockfight.” You clicked on a reply to that particular comment. “I know, right? I always wanted to meet Hawks in person, but after that, I was honestly too scared to-”

“Hold on, babe, I know you’re cherry-picking here,” Hawks, the little bastard, had taken out his own phone while listening to your reading. “Because those are nothing like my personal faves that I found on my Tweeter page.” You watched with silent frustration as his eyes scanned his phone until he found what he was looking for. “Ah, here we go. ‘Oh my GAWD, that look, those spread wings, he looks like such a beast!” He had raised the pitch of his voice for a mock feminine tone. “Leave it to Hawks to make all of us women feel safe. That pervert deserves to lose a few more teeth.’ Oh, and here’s the winner right here. ‘Just as I always expected, that hunk of a bird knows how to dominate. I can just imagine him towering over me, giving that same look while I take his big fat-”

“Hawks.”

He paused, but his shit-eating grin didn’t fade when he noticed your head being held in one of your hands. You hoped he didn’t notice that you were trying to hide the red that crept into your cheeks.

“…cock.”

You groaned loudly enough to most definitely be heard outside of the office. There truly were days when he would cut you some slack and be easy to deal with, but he has become downright unbearable for the past few weeks. His teasing has increased ten fold, yet he’s also been keeping his distance from you for whatever reason. It had taken you a while to notice, but he was normally more than happy to get in your face and ruin your professional act, but now, even when you’re the one trying to approach, he would casually step back to prevent the gap between you from closing.

And then it hit you.

Shit, it shouldn’t have taken you this long to connect the dots. You had even noticed how his wings appeared to be a shade brighter for the past few days, but dismissed it as a trick of the light. No, he had grown in his spring plumage.

“Uh, babe? You still there? Did the ‘C’ word break you?” Watching you stare into space was getting him a little concerned.

“You’re rutting,” was your simple reply.

Hawks’s face flashed into something more serious for a split second before giving a ‘tsk’ and looking away. “Took you long enough,” he scoffed. “Surprised the Commission hasn’t fired you for letting me go wild for so long. They must not have any replacements available right now.”

“Watch it,” you ordered. You pondered for a moment before asking, “Have you not been taking your hormonal medication? I know that you’ve been prescribed some for this time of year.”

He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, as if he was the one who should be feeling annoyed right now. Bitch, please. “Sometimes,” he muttered.

“Sometimes? They don’t work if you only take them sometimes, Hawks. I know you’re a busy hero, but you can put some effort into keeping track of your dosage.”

“Look,” it was the first time you’ve seen a genuine scowl on his face, the expression taking you back. “I just really hate that stuff, okay? They sap all of my energy and I put on a few extra pounds.”

You shook your head at his complaints. “Is that really worse than what you’re dealing with right now?”

“Yes. I’d rather be a horndog than a slug that doesn’t even have the will to move. It wouldn’t even be so bad if I could just sleep around every now and then, but that’s more trouble than it’s worth. I don’t wanna make your job that miserable.” He eyed you up and down for a minute, while you tried not to shy away from his piercing gaze. “Or I could find just one loyal partner that will help me scratch the itch?”

You stepped back, your heart racing at the unspoken request. “E-excuse me?” you stuttered.

Hawks raised his hands harmlessly. “Hey now, it’s just a suggestion. I’m pretty into you, you’re obviously into me, this could work out pretty well.”

An array of emotions were flowing through you, but you were more upset than anything else. “And what exactly makes you think I’ve been ‘into you’, as you’ve said?” Denial. You’re pretty sure that’s what this is. You know that you’ve been attracted to him since before you even met, but you weren’t going to let this overgrown brat have his way.

His sudden burst of laughter startled you. “You’re kidding, right? I still remember that look you had the first time we were in this room together, and it wasn’t the innocent ‘I wanna support my favorite hero’ look,” He was willingly approaching you for the first time in what felt like forever, every step sounding like thunder to your ears. “It was a ‘bend me over the desk and fuck me’ look.”

You were the one stepping back this time. You wanted to remind him not to use such foul language, to berate him for making such vulgar claims, but your voice was caught in your throat.

“We’d be doing each other a favor, right?” he continued, wings slowly expanding. “Keeping me in top shape is part of your job, isn’t it? I promise you that I’m gonna feel a lot better after this.”

You bumped into his desk, leaning back slightly as he finally closed the distance. His wings draped around each side of you, filling your peripheral vision with pure red. His face was only inches away from yours as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“You’ve been smelling so damn good lately. Been afraid that I just might pounce you if I get too close.”

A thickly gloved hand reached out and cupped your face with such a surprising amount of tenderness, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel bare. You were so entranced by his lustful gaze that you couldn’t find it in you to resist as he leaned in, feeling his hot breath as his lips drew closer to yours.

The door busted open accompanied by a shout. “Hawks sir! Your help has been requested at-OH!”

A genuine growl rumbles through Hawks’s throat and damn, that makes you tremble. By the time he turns toward the stumbling sidekick, he was already back to his cool and friendly self.

“Don’t stop on my account, buddy,” he beamed the younger man with an unwavering smile. “What’s the request?”

———

The next day, you tried very hard to pretend that little office incident never happened. You were not going to let something so unprofessional ever happen again. That was a promise.

Hawks, on the other hand, was being a persistent bastard. You were determined to win this battle. If he wanted the urges to go away so badly, then he can take his damn medication like he always has, not use your lack of authority and experience as an excuse to rebel. The only reason you haven’t informed the Commission about this is because you know that your head will be on the chopping block as well as Hawks’s. You will most definitely be in some shit once they realize that you can’t keep their most prized possession in check.

And to be fair, as the week went on, you really were wondering if you were cut out for this job. With his wings getting more vibrant, his advances becoming more frequent, and his feral rivalry against other men growing more severe, Hawks has officially become too unruly for you to handle, and you’re the goddamned handler. You couldn’t lose this job! What if they terminated you completely and you couldn’t get another position from the Commission?

You paced back and forth in the empty office. Hawks was late this morning, leaving you alone with your endless worries. He may act lazy, but he was never actually late for his meet ups. Looks like you’ll have to call him and pray that nothing serious has happened.

You jumped when your phone vibrated before you even reached into your pocket. Ah, looks like Hawks reached out before you did. You held your phone up, prepared to answer, and froze.

It wasn’t Hawks. It was the deputy, the very man that was kind enough to give you this job. He hasn’t called you since your first few days here to help get you started. With your progress, you doubt he was calling to give you a raise.

Well, as much as you wanted to throw the phone out of the window and find an appropriate place to bury yourself, you didn’t make it this far by cowering from these guys. Taking a deep breath, you picked up and greeted the man on the other side with a steady voice. “Good morning, Deputy.”

He addressed you with the same bored and unimpressed tone that you hear from every member in this cursed organization. Jeez, if you keep working here long enough, are you going to eventually sound as soulless as them? “I assume you are aware of Hawks’s current condition?” he asked.

Dammit. “My apologies, sir. I know that I have been neglectful of Hawks’s health and his behavior during this time. I have been doing my best t-”

“That isn’t the issue I am talking about, but thank you for confirming that you have indeed failed in keeping Hawks’s unsavory habits under control.” You flinched. Way to rat yourself out. “Hawks had managed to find and subdue the troublesome villain Libido.”

“Ah, of course. I have been informed of that, sir.” Libido was a cunning little criminal that has been causing trouble all over the city of Fukuoka. His ‘Love Breath’ quirk gave him the ability to exhale fumes with powerful aphrodisiacal qualities. The guy even made his own gas bombs, releasing them among unsuspecting crowds in the public. He was less of a villain and more of just a chaos-loving hoodlum that was too slippery for his own good.

The deputy carried on. “One of the sidekicks has told us that Hawks was exposed to his quirk.”

Oh. Oh dear. That’s some strong stuff to be subjected to.

“We have ordered Hawks to go home immediately and wait patiently instead of heading to a hospital. We will be sending treatment his way.”

Some of the tension left your body. “That’s good to know, sir. May I ask what kind of treatment he will be taking? I know I haven’t convinced you yet, but I want to do anything I can for his well being.” You hesitantly asked. Please, oh please let me make up for everything that has been happening.

You heard a faint chuckle from the other end. “That’s very good to know, because the treatment is you.”

You’re glad he couldn’t see the confusion on your face. “I’m sorry, sir. Are you saying I’ll be the one to doctor him? I’ll need to know what medicine he needs and how much rest he’ll be expected to-”

“Do you know how people affected by aphrodisiac quirks are normally treated?” he interrupted you for the second time. He didn’t even give you a chance to answer before continuing. “Given your questions, I’m assuming that you don’t. We can indeed offer drugs to weaken the effects, but Hawks will still be in great distress and will take a long time to recover, especially since he’s neglected to take his hormone medication with the help of an incompetent handler.” Ugh, you get it already. You screwed up. “But the quickest and most efficient remedy is, without a doubt, sexual contact and allowing the quirk to run its course. That is what we expect you to provide for him.”

What.

You took a full minute to collect your thoughts and ensure that you heard everything correctly. The deputy waited patiently. How kind of him. Once you gathered yourself, you conjured the most constructive response you could think of.

“Huh?”

An overly loud sigh sounded in your ear. Hey, it’s his fault for dropping this bomb of a request on you. “We can’t have the number two hero out of action for too long. The alternative is to strap him to a bed and sedate him for an uncertain amount of time. His rut has enhanced the quirk’s effects; this may even strengthen his arousal for the rest of the season.”

Your face paled. That sounds ten times worse than the way Hawks was already acting. “So, if I were to…be with him,” you blushed at the very thought. “That would provide the best relief?”

“That is the gist of it. You told me you would do anything for Hawks’s well being. Can I hold you to that?”

Your pounding heart was almost drowning out his voice. You didn’t mean to corner yourself like this. “O-of course. I’ll see what I can, um, do.” This discussion was getting uncomfortable.

“I didn’t expect you to be so hesitant. You’re a loyal fan of his, aren’t you? You should be thrilled. Few fangirls get this opportunity.” He laughed at his own joke. You sure as hell weren’t laughing with him.

“Yeah, of course, sir,” you grumbled. “I suppose I shouldn’t leave Hawks alone for too long. I’ll be on my way soon.”

“Excellent,” he said. “You’ll need to take some precautions, of course. Here’s what you need to keep in mind…”

———

You walked out of the local pharmacy, cradling the pills tightly to your chest like some sort of security blanket. The deputy’s advice echoed in your head.

“It’s best that you take contraceptives. Hawks’s mind will be clouded with feral cravings, such as the urge to breed. He is not going to accept condoms.”

You tossed the pills onto the passenger seat in your car.

“Again, Hawks is suffering from both the magnified effects of Libido’s quirk and his annual rut. It’s possible that he will not be of sound mind. If things get out of hand, you have the right to protect yourself.” the deputy paused for a moment. “Just try not to leave any marks on him, if you can. Hawks must look presentable at all times.”

Well, you did have a stun gun that you thankfully never had to use, and hopefully it will stay that way.

The deputy’s help made you way more anxious than before. Were you about to have sex with a horny man, or tame a dangerous beast? You still didn’t know what to make of this predicament.

You take your phone and select Hawks’s number. It’s probably best not to surprise him at his door. Hopefully he wasn’t too riled up and ignores your call.

The phone rings once, then twice, then you hear…whimpers? Shit, was it getting that bad?

“Hawks? Are you there?” you asked calmly.

“Babe.” Goodness, his voice was rough. He sounds like he just ran across the country. “Oh thank God. Talk dirty to me, baby.”

“Wha—no.” This was a mistake. You really weren’t prepared for such levels of horniness. He just blurted that out like it was nothing! “Look, um, I heard your urges are becoming too much to handle. I’m heading on over there to…help you.”

For a while you just heard what sounded like breathless laughs and weeping. Hearing him in such a fragile state had you genuinely concerned. “Y’serious? We’re-ah-we’re gonna fuck?” He was panting heavily between words.

Heat was gathering in your face. “Yes, that’s the plan.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Get over here-fuck-so I can stuff you, babe. You’re gonna be mine. Oh I can’t wait to fucking have you.” This sounded like a goddamned porno and you couldn’t handle it. There was a strange sound in the background as he rambled, something like wet smacks. You kept hearing it in sync with his grunts and…

Oh.

“Just hang in there, alright?” You said quickly, wanting to end this call right now. “I’m coming.”

“Well, I’m not. My hand’s really not doin’ it for me. Gotta be inside you, babe. Gotta cum in that tight-“

You hung up.

You banged your head against the steering wheel harder than intended, but at least the pain got your mind off of…whatever all of that was. You can’t believe you just heard your favorite hero breathlessly talking about how he wants to bang you while jerking off. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this mortified, but that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the tingle between your legs.

Hawks, one of the top heroes of Japan, the heartthrob of the generation, was lusting for you. It had you both excited and on edge. You remember the deputy’s comment.

“You’re a loyal fan of his, aren’t you? You should be thrilled. Few fangirls get this opportunity.”

You probably would indeed be thrilled if the circumstances were less dire. Your fantasies normally involved something simpler and more romantic, not saving him from his own sex-hazed mind. You still weren’t sure what you were walking into, and that was admittedly a different kind of excitement.

There was no time to waste with the state Hawks was in. Calming your nerves, you started your car and began taking the route to his place.

———

Here you are, at the doorstep of Hawks’s house. His place was surprisingly humble for a top hero, it made this encounter just a little less nerve-wracking. Pressing a finger to the buzzer, you waited anxiously, rocking back and forth on your heels. You really hope he’ll be dressed decently when he answers the door.

Your heart skips once you hear a click and the doorknob twists. It feels like it takes an eternity for the door to open and reveal…nobody.

Instead, you were greeted by a small flock of feathers suspended in the air. They slowly floated a distance away from you before stopping, as if they were waiting for something. You cautiously stepped inside, some of the feathers closing the door behind you. You don’t know what type of welcome you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. The feathers guided you, drifting up a flight of stairs and into a room with its door hanging open. You can hear harsh breathing inside, reigniting your fear. “Hawks?” You hesistantly called out without getting any closer.

A cracking voice cried out your name. “Help me. It fucking hurts. I’m so hot. Make it stop.” He sounded like he was crying. The desperate pleas prompted you to mask your fears for the umpteenth time and approach the room, taking in the sight of the man that has been waiting for you.

Hawks was naked, not to your surprise, but still to your absolute horror. He sat on his bed, skin glistening with sweat and a deep blush spreading throughout his upper body, making him look more feverish than aroused. His chest heaved with the irregular breaths that left his hanging mouth. His hair was even more unruly as usual, some of his locks sticking to his damp face. Your eyes locked onto his, pupils dilated and looking right through you.

He looked awful.

You came closer, trying your best not to stare at the very swollen and throbbing member between his legs. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, stopping right in front of him. “I didn’t think it would get this bad. I-I want to help. Just tell me what to do.”

He was on his feet the moment you finished, nude body just inches away from yours, but you kept your feet planted where they were. As his large wings slowly opened and enclosed around you, you noticed how brilliantly hued his feathers have become, practically glowing a vivid scarlet. It was captivating.

Two clammy hands came up to hold your face, the same hands he was furiously pleasuring himself with just a moment ago holy shit, and his mouth was on yours before you could even react. You gasped in shock of it all, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. It was less of a kiss and more of just him hungrily ravaging every inch of your mouth, your own tongue wrestling with his to keep him away from the back of your throat. One of his arms lowered to wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his bare form, making you yelp when you felt his erection pressing against you. Hawks’s dick was on you.

You were too overwhelmed by his restless mouth and his DICK to notice the stray feathers hovering over you. A tug and a loud rip made you jolt. Hawks held you still, the sound of expensive fabric tearing making you flinch as your skin was slowly being exposed. The feathers were shredding your clothes.

You pulled away from his suffocating mouth just enough to take a breath and attempt to speak. “Hawks! Wha—” only for him to smother you once again.

“Don’t move,” he uttered between kisses. “Don’t want to cut you.”

With a few more slashes, your cherished suit was now scattered on the carpet in tatters, revealing your body to him, but the feathers weren’t done. The floating blades carefully slid under your panties and bra. You stood completely still, Hawks kissing you with less aggression in an attempt to soothe you as the feathers sliced through the last of your clothes. You were now just as bare as him. He simply held you tightly, face rubbing against yours with the occasional lick against your heated skin. Your eyes were closed shut, unable to process his frantic tongue, his surrounding body that felt like fire, his cock that was now pressed to your stomach you were going to drop dead holy shit.

“Smell so good. Tastes so good.” he groaned, still sounding short of breath. His mouth went down to your neck, sucking at it hungrily and giving the occasional nip, forcing a faint moan out of you. He continued his descent and reached your breasts, molding them roughly and attacking your nipples with hard sucks. Despite the rough treatment, a tight heat was building up in your abdomen, your hands cradling his head as he explored you. He ventured lower, now on his knees with his face right at your womanly mound.

Your heart was pounding when he leaned in, his nose lightly touching you as he drew in a long breath and giving a pleased sighed. His nose pressed in further and poked at your glistening pussy, your thighs clenching in surprise while he happily took in your scent. Fuck, he was really just kneeling between your legs and smelling you. You were ready to protest and tell him that this was getting too embarrassing before something wet and hot slid against your folds, replacing your planned words with a yelp.

Hawks apparently approved of your taste, strong hands grasping the back of your thighs as he brought you in closer to fully devour you. Your cries were impossible to hold in while he lapped at you, mind becoming too clouded with pleasure to stay modest. He moaned loudly into you, the erotic sound vibrating against you, tongue fondling every inch of your folds before his lips closed around them, sucking greedily and almost making your knees collapse. You were getting close, grasping onto his head in a desperate attempt to stay balanced, his mouth now assaulting your sensitive bud. Your blissful whimpers joined the filthy sounds of his feasting when your orgasm washed over you like throbbing magma. Once your legs lost the last of their strength, Hawks set you down gently on the floor, still licking your sensitive lips.

“Ah, Hawks…too much…” You whined weakly.

He got the message and pulled away to immediately climb over you, giving you a clear view of his face glistening with your juices. Bright wings were fully spread out once more; it feels like you were about to be taken by an angel, the most savage angel you could ever imagine.

He came down for a sloppy kiss, spreading your own womanly nectar all over your lips. “Hope you’re nice and ready now. Ready to take everything I’ve got.” He mumbled against your mouth. You couldn’t help but smile and feel grateful that even in such a frenzied state, he was still kind enough not to jump you the moment you were within sight.

You brought a hand up to caress the side of his face, watching his eyes flutter shut as he leaned into your touch like the needy animal that he was at the moment. His body was still unnaturally hot and he was still breathing harshly. It’s time to finally give this poor man some relief.

“Go ahead, Hawks. I’m all yours.” You were indeed ready for everything he has.

Hawks said no more, gripping himself and aiming right for your opening. The moment his head was pushing past your lips, he thrust forward, filling you completely and knocking the wind out of you.

You honestly thought he came right then and there with the totally profane howl that left him. “Fuck…!” he choked, looking on the verge of tears. Despite the seemingly paralyzing pleasure, he wasted no time in moving, his pace quickening at an alarming rate. Your pussy was still sensitive from his wonderful licking, his dick currently sending painfully powerful shocks that you just weren’t ready for, and yet heat began to pool within your core for a second time. Your arms were wrapped around his sweaty form, nails biting into his skin and forcing rugged grunts out of his throat.

The wet slaps of your bodies rang throughout the room, your limbs quivering as he pumped into you faster, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, full and prepared to pour every drop of its contents into your womb. Hawks had buried his head into the crook of your neck, letting you feel every breathless moan right against your ear.

All you could do was hold on and take the increasingly rough pounding. His rhythm was sloppy from the start, but the thrusts were becoming even more irregular as a sign that he was already reaching his peak. Not surprising, given the state that he’s been in all day. One well-aimed thrust hits your sweet spot, making you moan loudly against him.

The sound eggs him on, driving his hips at a bruising pace and fuck it feels so good it hurts. Your eyes shut tightly as another orgasm breaks free, your feminine walls clamping around Hawks, squeezing his own climax out of him. You gasped at the powerful throbs of his cock as it shot out stream after stream of cum inside you. The purely animalistic growl that rumbled through him had you shaking in the best way while you watched his wings twitch and flap, hitting you with a light gust.

After an impressive amount of spurts, Hawks collapsed on top of you. He was heavy, but having his weight on you like this was pretty nice. You rubbed soothing circles around his back, listening to the rather inhuman cooing sounds he made in response.

You just had sex with Hawks, your favorite hero and the very man you were paid to look after. Oh man, how badly have you screwed up your relationship? Not that you two had much of a bond in the first place, but now things will most certainly get even more awkward.

A twitch inside you interrupted your thoughts. What the hell? Hawks’s breathing was accelerating again as he suddenly lifted his weight off of you, and that’s when you realized even though he came, he was still hard.

With newfound energy, he pushed your thighs towards your chest and rammed into you before you could even register what was happening. His new angle had you seeing stars with each thrust, hitting you even deeper than before. The sensation was dizzying, your overstimulated body beginning to throb all over. Hawks had the most obscene expression on his face, glazed eyes watching your tits bounce while his mouth hung open, drool trailing down his chin. You didn’t know such a look existed outside of adult videos, and having it aimed at you was enhancing your stinging pleasure.

Looking down granted you the view of his drenched dick pushing into you, each slam of his hips rocking you into the carpet, which honestly burned like ouch. Thankfully Hawks was reaching his tipping point once again, his hips moving at a bruising pace before one final smack. You were spoiled with another wonderful image of his head thrown back as a choked moan escaped him, another round of cum shooting into you.

He finally slid out of you as he sat back to catch his breath, wings limply dropping to his sides. Finally. You didn’t know how much more your womanhood could take. The strain of moving your legs made you wince. Did he have to pin you so roughly?

Hawks watched silently as you pushed yourself up. You felt behind your back and…dammit, you really did bruise back there. Maybe you should go find a mirror; hopefully it didn’t look too bad. You noticed that Mr. Horny Wings continued to just stare, pupils still enlarged and his dick was still hard what the fuck. He suddenly shifted onto all fours and crawled behind you. The light brush of fingers over your blemished skin made you shiver. They weren’t big enough to be that painful, but you still hissed when he applied a little too much pressure, making him pull away.

“Sorry.” His voice was still raspy as he apologized.

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Could’ve been wor—AH!”

Hawks shoved you forward, manhandling you until you were properly on your hands and knees. Fuck, your entire lower body was starting to ache, and here he was, ready to go another round. The head of his still-swollen dick was already pressing at your entrance. Grasping your hips, he pushed past your puffy lips and re-entered your heat. You bit your bottom lip and took the limitless strength in his hips, his balls sometimes smacking right into your clit and bringing you closer to your next climax.

His pace slowed down briefly in order to lower himself and suck at your bruises. “Nnngh, fuck, Hawks!” The combined pain and pleasure had your insides burning. He moaned and panted into your back, kissing up to your neck and sucking there as well. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso, pressing your body against his in an intimate embrace as he plunged into you more deeply.

It was impossible to not moan after each stroke. His face rested on your shoulder, and you reached behind to bury a hand in his hair. Shit, this was all getting so intimate. He was holding you and was so close, you could feel the ripple of his muscles as he caressed every inch of your inner walls. Your third burst of pleasure had you quivering against him as he continued to chase his own orgasm, stars appearing in your vision with each thrust. Hawks sank his teeth into your neck before bottoming out and releasing more cum inside you.

Both of you were lost in your sensual spasms before you collapsed. Hawks didn’t lay on you completely this time, his sweat-soaked form crouched over you, close enough to still be inside of you…

And rock hard.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

You stayed as you were, your face down and your ass up, as you felt him humping away at you again. You could barely whimper as your tender pussy took another pounding. Christ, why wasn’t he getting tired? If the quirk was getting any closer to wearing off, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it.

It wasn’t long before he came again, grunting with each hard buck as he filled you with his apparently endless supply of cum. Was he done? Please be done. You turned your head just enough to check the state of his erection.

Nope.

Hawks had enough mercy to carry you to his much more comfortable bed before continuing. He took you again.

And again

And again.

You were positively ruined, no more strength left in your body as he repeatedly claimed you with fervor. Whenever it appeared you were getting uncomfortable in a certain position, he would simply switch things up before carrying on. Despite how utterly exhausted and raw you felt, your orgasms kept coming, every surge of pleasure clouding your mind more and more.

You had lost track of time. Was this his fifteenth go? seventeenth? Keeping count was becoming a drag. It didn’t help that Hawks was in too much of a trance to even speak, giving you nothing but moans and growls. At least he didn’t sound on the verge of tears anymore, so maybe he was making progress.

Another orgasm was approaching; could your tired body even handle it? You were laying on the edge of the bed as Hawks stood and fucked you. Even through all of the overwhelming passion, you never got tired of staring at his wings, the dazzling red never failing to mesmerize you. They fluttered rapidly as the tension in your core spilled over, your mouth opening in a silent scream and a blackness closing in on you with every blink.

Your body was finished.

———

Everything hurts.

That’s the first thing you noticed when you woke up and made the mistake of stretching. Your arms and legs ached, a sharp pain shot through your back whenever you shifted, and between your legs…well, the throb down there didn’t at all feel pleasurable anymore.

Still, you fought the pain to sit up and examine yourself. Your nether regions were surprisingly clean, almost as if someone had already taken care of it. With all of the cum Hawks pumped into you, it should frankly be an awful mess down there.

Speaking of, where was the guy?

“Hey.”

Oh, there he was leaning in the door frame. He had obviously tidied up, no longer a flushed and sweaty wreck, and was now sporting a pair of loose pants and a tee. You had never seen him looking so casual. It was probably a privilege very few had, and knowing that ignited something in your chest.

He glanced around before looking back at you. “You alright?”

Realizing you were just gawking at him and haven’t said anything yet, you coughed to ensure your voice was still clear and functioning. “I’m fine.”

He snickered. It was a sound you were used to whenever he knew he had the upper-hand in some way, but something about it felt softer this time. “I just fucked you into high heaven for a whole day.” He could’ve acknowledged it in a less shameless manner, dammit. “I just wanna know if you’re alright. You look pretty stiff.”

A jolt shot through your lower back in perfect timing with his statement, making you flinch. “Yeah, I’m—I’m pretty sore. Very sore,” you admitted.

“Ah,” He stood up straight. “I’ll go get some, uh, pain relief. Be right back.” And with that, he was out of your sight.

You waited patiently for his return, actually observing his bedroom for the first time. It was surprisingly bare, the room of someone who didn’t spend much time at home. There was a window that you didn’t notice and holy shit he was right. It was nighttime; you spent the entire day in Hawks’s bedroom. The fangirl in you was squealing in delight. You told her to shut the hell up.

The man returned with a glass of water in one hand, a pill in the other, and a set of clothes draped across his arm. “Here,” he handed the water and medicine over before sitting beside you on the bed. You gulped down the capsule, sputtering a bit as the cold water flowed down your dry throat. “I’ve got some clothes that might fit you well enough. Sorry about your suit. I’ll give you some money for a new one.”

He’s never sounded so wooden before and you couldn’t stand it. You let out your best good-hearted laugh as you took the offered clothes. “Stop that, Hawks. You sound as bland as your bosses right now,” you joked.

He laughed along with you. “Heh, sorry babe. Just worried that I came on a little too strong at the beginning there.”

You simply hummed in response. His clothes were so warm and smelled like him. Despite being surrounded by his strong scent for hours, you still welcomed it.

“So…looks like you’re feeling better.” You took in his appearance again now that he was closer. There was still a tinge of red in his face, but he seemed overall back to his usual relaxed self.

“Oh yeah, much better. The feeling’s still there, honestly,” he saw your eyes widen and instantly blurted out, “Just barely! I can ignore it and think clearly just fine now.” A boyish smile spread across his face. “Looks like I’ve got a hero. You really saved me back there.”

A ridiculous snort left you after hearing such praise. “Is that all it takes to be the great Hawks’s hero? I’m flattered.”

“Hey, I’m serious,” He looked you square in the face, and you couldn’t look away from his sincere expression. “It’s never been that bad before. Not gonna lie, I’m embarrassed you saw me like that. That was worse than all of my teenage ruts combined. Damn villain’s quirk really messed me up, felt like I was going fucking rabid. I don’t know what state I’d be in if it weren’t for you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of how to respond to his gratitude. “You’re welcome,” was all you could say. “You don’t need to feel bad about it. It’s…” You looked down at your feet. “It’s not like I didn’t like it. It was very draining, honestly lost track of time at a certain point, but it, uh, it was an experience.”

Hawks nodded in response. “Sure was. Never thought I’d rail a girl so hard and for so long that she’d pass out. I’m impressed with myself.”

“Hawks.”

He hung his head in mock shame. “My apologies, ma’am! I completely forgot that such vulgar language isn’t tolerated around you.” And there’s the infuriating grin that you were beginning to miss.

Both of you were laughing, slowly melting away the tension and stress that filled the room since morning. This…this was nice.

“So, you probably still don’t feel all that great, sooo…” Hawks rubbed at the back of his neck. “You wanna stay for dinner? Already ordered a chicken pizza with some wings.”

“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows. “Taking me to dinner after the sex?”

“Hey now, you know me. ‘The hero who’s too fast for his own good.’ Sometimes I miss a step or two.” He winked before getting up to leave. “You just lay there and rest, and go pee already. Don’t need an infection on top of everything else you’re going through. I already cleaned up the horrifying scene between your legs.”

You shuddered at the crude comment before falling backwards onto the poor mattress that had endured so much today.

Tomorrow, it will be back to professionalism. Back to pretending that you’re Hawks’s superior. Back to sucking up to the Commission. You’re going to cherish every minute of tonight, enjoying the company of Keigo Takami, not Hawks.

A shout echoed from downstairs. “The bathroom’s still empty, babe! Get your ass in there and pee!”

[thecandywrites]

Of Heaven and Fire Chapter 19 Finale Epilogue.

Woo, it’s been way too long. But I have other projects that got in the way and I had this all figured out and an outline written up and then...the go juice ran out. UNTIL TODAY. So, after way too long, finally. We have the finale to this story that will also segway into a campanion piece that takes place at the very same time Heaven and Fire takes place, actually about six months earlier, but half a world away, on the other end of orc country that takes up practically a whole continent in my made up world. 

Also behold, that gorgeous brunette, THAT is the OG The Original Audravienne, the one that Audra in Blood For Gold is named after. So think of it as Suchi and Stormbreaker are on the west coast and Yekmeni would be the east coast, different ocean, different ocean coastline. 

And so in this fantasy world- you mix mouras with jade green orcs- you get aqumarine orcs. You mix moura with Yekmeni orcs that are a dark and drab olive green with dark brown splotches- and they are born looking exactly like their orc parents but as toddlers change to look kashmire blue in place of olive green and bright amethyst intense purple in place of brown. So then they got nicknamed paradise orcs, because they have the same coloring as birds of paradise, you mix aquamarine orcs and paradise orcs-you get PEACOCK ORCS that also get called paradise orcs. The Aquamarine goes to turquoise and teal, just like a peacock, with the same splashes of kashmire sapphire blue and amethyst purple. But that’s another story all together. I’ll get to it. Eventually. 

Of Heaven and Fire 

Part 19

A week later, you woke up to Brock’s hard cock pressing at your rear as he spooned you. 

It’s been more than long enough for you to heal and recover from Brive’s birth and your first thought is you needed to reconnect with Brock on this most physical intimate level. Most women take three to four months to recover from a birth before they can have sex again comfortably. Moura women and especially moura mated women who have a moura husband to help heal them from the birth, that gets whittled down to barely a month. And it’s been a month and a half for you. 

You looked down at Brive as he slept away the morning, his blond hair growing fast in gorgeous blonde curls. His mint green skin that had more aquamarine notes to it the older he got was a beautiful mix of your pale ivory and Brock’s emerald green. Even though he is only a month and a half old, he has doubled in size thanks to your milk and he has fat rolls for days, which is the sign of supreme health for all babies. 

You gently moved Brive farther away from you and make sure he’s perfectly covered and warm. The fireplace in the bedroom is ever burning- keeping the room toasty warm while you can watch the snow fly outside. 

Your movement stirred Brock and his arm reflexively tightened around you and your backside was then pressed into his front as he woke up and now that Brive is far enough away that your movements won’t disturb Brive, you ground your ass against Brock’s cock to see if you can stir him awake, which worked to a degree because Brock growled a grunting moan as he started to wake up before he seemed to become aware of himself and moved his hips back so that his morning wood isn’t touching you anymore. 

“Sorry Babe.” He apologized sleepily. 

“Bring it back.” You whined as you started scooting backwards towards him to feel it again. 

“You’re still healing.” Brock gently argued as he rolled onto his back and stretched out just as Brive did the same in his sleep before you quickly rolled over him so you straddled him, your night clothes vanishing in an instant as you sit up onto his belly and braced your hands on his chest which made him open his eyes as he blinked and frowned in confusion at you.

“Moura women usually take 3-4 weeks to heal from birth. It's been 6 weeks. I’m more than healed. Please Babe, I haven’t had sex in the last 7 months, if you don’t fuck me senseless right now I’ll go mad.” You pleaded as you stared down at him and could feel his cock tap at your behind again, he was as hard as a rock and you wanted him so bad it hurt. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, even though you could see the desire burn behind his eyes but he was absolutely insistent that he would never, ever hurt you again before you gave him a meaningful look and canted your hips back so that his cock fell towards his belly then set your pelvis down so that your pussy laid over his length and rocked back so that your lips engulfed the underside of his cock as you rubbed yourself from the tip to the base, your own essence making it glide almost effortlessly and watched as Brock’s eyes threatened to roll back into his head while the head of his cock spurted precum onto his belly. 

“I’m sure. Please Baby.” You begged and you saw him cave. 

“If anything hurts, you stop me immediately, got it?” He insisted. 

“Promise.” You vowed before you got into position and slowly eased down onto him, both of you breathing out a breath of relief in being rejoined as he looked up at you questioningly. 

“Nothing hurts, it feels so fucking good.” You confessed as your grin grew giddy as his did the same as you felt him dig his heels into the bed and begin to push up into you as you saw the hunger in his eyes grow before you fell into what was once a familiar rhythm but yet it felt new all the same before milk started to drip from your nipples and he was sitting up in an instant to lick it up. 

“Good?” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started to wrap his mouth around your breasts and suck in earnest before he hummed in confirmation before he moved from one to the other as you sighed happily and contentedly as you leaned back to give him room to do as he pleased before you removed his mouth from your chest to gather you closer and start kissing you as you could taste the rich sweetness on his tongue as he devoured you whole. 

“Gods I missed you,” he confessed in your ear as his hips hiked up into yours as your body rocked against his. 

“I missed you too.” You mirrored earnestly. 

“I’m just...so sorry I made you wait.” Brock began to apologize and you could tell he was getting choked on emotion again. 

“Hey, hey, don’t, don’t start this again? Ok? We’ve been through this, I forgive you. No more beating yourself up. It’s enough. We can’t go back and change it. We can only change now. And right now- is all that matters.” You insisted as you held his handsome face in your hands and looked into his eyes earnestly as you could see his eyes start to shine with tears. 

“No more hurt. Only pleasure.” You repeated as you grinded down onto him for emphasis before you kissed him hungrily and passionately as all the pent up feelings over the last year came to a head and you lost yourself in the passion as did he and it wasn’t until you came down from your respective releases when you heard a giggling coo before you looked over to see Brive fully awake and giggling from his spot nearby which made you and Brock both start laughing as you untangled from Brock to go to your son as you pulled him closer. 

“Well good morning Brive, did you sleep well?” You cooed to him as you laid down on your side and put him to your breast so he could eat his breakfast which he was all too happy to do, nursing and smiling up at you and Brock who cuddled his back as Brock combed Brive’s hair with his fingers as he stared down adoringly at Brive. 

“He’s getting so big.” Brock murmured. 

“He is, because he nurses just as fast as I can make the milk.” You grinned as you laid on your side and let Brive use your arm as his pillow while he nursed and in near record time, he had drained one breast and was ready to drain the other before you put him to your chest and rolled with him so that you could lay on your other side and let him nurse from that one as Brock cuddled into your back and rested his head on yours as he nuzzled the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing soft sweet kisses to every bit of you his mouth could reach. 

“I love you, thank you so much for... everything.” Brock thanked you. 

“You’re welcome. Love you too.” You cooed as you kissed his cheek affectionately and once Brive had nursed till he was full and had almost completely drained your other breast of milk, did he detach his mouth with a pop and smile happily up at both you and Brock. 

“Ok, my turn.” Brock insisted as he reached over you and got his son and picked him up and cooed to him and kissed him all over before he brought him over to a changing table and changed Brive’s diaper while you slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, grateful that Brock was so involved and helped with everything he could with Brive and you could tell Brock loved Brive dearly and once you two were ready, you went from your bedroom to the kitchen to prepare breakfast together. 

Come spring Brock was unusually busy getting ready for the spring equinox festival since the lunar new year was the greatest celebration to date and Brock wanted the spring equinox to be even bigger and better than the lunar new year. Brock turned so much gold himself for it and saw to most of the details himself, which you didn’t mind. Your biggest hurdle was making clothes for Brive who was growing so fast and his moura cloak was coming in really beautifully but it would still be a few years at least before he learned to control it and it felt like you were sewing all day every day and you felt like you spent a fortune just in fabrics and needles and threads but Brive could wear a burlap sack and look adorable and all who saw him thought he was the most handsome baby boy any of them had ever seen and whenever Brock was around he was all too happy to insist that Brive got all his good looks from you but you could see the unmistakable resemblance Brive had with his father. 

When it was time for the feast Brock had you dress in a special dress he had commissioned for you from a group of seamstresses that had settled in Drauch. You felt like a queen wearing it. It was brightly colored and almost every inch of it was embroidered and it even had the prettiest jewels sewn into the fabric. You didn’t want to think about what it must have cost him. But you honored him enough to wear it with immense pride especially when Brive had a matching outfit and even Brock’s outfit was similar, but not as fancy. With how hard he usually worked, you wondered if he was afraid he’d get it dirty or something. Brock escorted you to the main feasting tent and you graciously sat in the seat of honor which was in all realities, basically a couch at the head table with lots of cushions so that it was exceedingly comfortable to prop yourself up and Brive up as you noticed your entire extended family had come for this as they took their seats around you and all the married ones were showing baby bumps or their own little ones since they had gotten pregnant shortly after you did. 

“Brock? Aren’t you sitting with me?” You asked when he had you sit down but he moved to leave. 

“I gotta take care of something first.” He excused himself before he left, leaving you looking on curiously as Brive was all too happy it sit in your lap and watch what was going on with bright excited eyes as you noticed almost all the women around you who weren’t in your family were also sporting baby bumps or their own little ones along with before Brock took center stage in the tent and got everyone’s attention. 

“I would like to thank everyone for coming today to feast on behalf of not just the equinox, the sewing of the fields- which was just completed a few days ago but also to celebrate my official proposal dinner to the most beautiful, goddess divine to swim in the seas, walk the face of the world and fly in the skies.” He gestured to you as you blushed but smiled adoringly at him. 

“And I’m sure we’ve all heard the legends..” Brock began before he very elaborately and dramatically retold what had happened in the last year as you and your family and all your friends all laughed almost hysterically at most of it as Brock used every tiny little opportunity to praise you and practically sing your praises. 

“And that is why, I would like you all for coming to my surprise betrothal feast for such an amazing goddess!” Brock announced as your eyebrows rose in surprise as your jaw dropped as everyone else cheered excitedly. 

“What?” You asked as you bounced Brive in your lap as the real feast was then brought out as you realized what all of you had been grazing on before had just been appetizers before suddenly things seemed to fall into place. Your whole family and all your friends were here, they were all seated around the giant tent along with everyone in the clan and you notice that it’s Brock’s captains and generals that are the servers and it’s the men who are serving the women and the families which was a refreshing change of pace and you were drinking your favorite drinks and eating your favorite foods as Brock then left and brought into the arena in the middle of the tent- his betrothal gifts and you were shocked when they were all new, you had never seen any of them before as you started crying tears of happiness when each and every single one was actually really thought out and you could tell that Brock put so much effort into all of them. And it wasn’t just gifts for you, there were gifts for Brive and all your other future children with him and you couldn’t be happier about that and your smile was brighter than the sun and you and especially his family were practically glowing with pride. 

“So, do you Benyana Auksa, accept by betrothal?” Brock eagerly asked. 

“Yes.” You happily answered before you happily got up and kissed him which caused everyone to cheer. 

“Wanna get married?” Brock asked when you broke for air.  

“Yes!” You answered. 

“Right now?” Brock asked which made you bust up laughing. 

“Right now? Right now, right now?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I have a wedding dress for you and everything.” Brock informed you. 

“You do not.” You laughed, in disbelief.

“Yeah, it should be back in the house. I had the seamstresses look through all your other clothes and what you usually turn your moura cloak into to get a gage on your tastes and then your mom and your brothers and sisters helped put different elements to it.” Brock confessed as you gasped and stared at your family as all your siblings were giggling gleefully while your mother was looking pleased as punch. 

“Let’s do it!” You readily agreed before you and Brive and all your siblings and friends happily got up and all of you practically running to your house and going inside it as your mother followed closely behind to get Brive from you while your dad had your baby sister as you walked in to see your wedding dress already laid out as you just started crying and laughing at the same time, not knowing how it was possible to be this happy. But you were. 

It was hands down the most beautiful wedding dress you had ever seen in your life. It had all of your own benar, that you had cried that first night that Brock had captured you. It seemed like a lifetime ago by now and you noticed they were sewn into the sweetheart neckline. You eagerly stripped out of your clothes and your siblings helped you get dressed first before they too dressed in their own clothes that had been prepared for this that matched what had been made for you. 

And it all felt so surreal but you were trying to memorize every single moment. What started off as the beginnings of a the spring equinox festival turned into an impromptu wedding feast and celebration as your siblings brought priests from every realm to make a sacred document so that it was recognized the whole world wide that you were married and mated with Brock before you finally got to exchange moura cloak collars as Brocks’ collar had to shrink down to fit your neck while yours had to grow a little wider to encompass his neck before the two seemed to form a link between them so that they both took on the traits of the other so now the two matched in both style and aesthetic, making something altogether new and different and unique. It was so much more than you ever thought to expect or want. It was perfect. 

Fifteen years later

“Thanks mom.” Brive thanked you as as he held one of younger siblings and tried to feed them and himself at the same time as you passed out all the portions of pepper crab to all of your kids as Drauch had come to Suchi for another summer solstice celebration as you were wearing another silver belt that had a long tether to the rest of your smaller children while your elder children all had silver bracelets, all of them matching before you were approached by Warchief Lukher and Warchieftess Audravienne and all of their children from Yekmeni which was just on the other side of the continent to the east as they had flown in since Audravienne had come as a moura bride from the stables to Warchief Lukher 17 years prior and themselves had started a large family and their union and the other unions that followed from mouras who married into this particular clan of orcs saw a new kind of orc become born, orcs who had become known as paradise orcs. Because as toddlers they changed from dark olive green with splashes of dark brown to royal blue with bright purple splashes, like a peacock’s feathers or other birds of paradise. 

“Audrey!” You greeted her as you hugged her tight as Lukher and Brock hugged too. 

“Yana! It’s so good to see you!” She greeted you sweetly and excitedly. 

“Oh my goodness is this Brive? Oh my goodness, look how you’ve grown!” Lukher praised Brive as he measured Brive, trying to see how much taller he was than him as Brive came up to his chest already as Brive smiled bashfully as he did his best to stand as tall as he could in the face of Lukher’s praise almost as much as he was happy to see Audravienne’s son Ahi-Shumai who had been his friend since infancy and was trying not to be too awkward to see Ahi’s sister Monrhi who was only a year younger than him and good friends with his own younger sister Brilanni as the two girls were quickly talking and sharing food and complementing each other on their clothes which were their own moura cloaks as they quickly picked up details about the other’s clothes and then began to mimic each other as Brilanni had the same coloring that Brive and all their siblings had, they had the same bright aquamarine coloring and blonde hair as Brive and Brilanni as Ahi was in a similar state that Brive was in as he was trying not to swoon too hard at the sight of Brilanni again because she was still the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life as Audrey’s sister Maisara and her husband came over with all of their kids before they retreated to Drauch where there was more room since the streets were getting almost overcrowded as they had someone with a big messengerari take a picture of all of them together as something of an extended friends and family picture as they continued to eat the fare offered on Drauch for the summer solstice. 

“God, I swear Drauch makes the best fried fish.” Audrey praised as she happily bit into the large fried fish on a skewer. 

“Yeah they do. Don’t forget to get a bite of the pepper crab.” You reminded her as you ate beside her, taking the special leg of king crab out of its shell and dipping it into the amazing sauce the vendor made. 

“Oh how could I?” Audrey answered between bites before she looked up to see Brive trying to feed Monrhi. 

“I think we have a little romance going on.” Audrey teased you. 

“Between Brilanni and Ahi? Oh only since they were two.” You teased back. 

“Wait what?” Audrey asked before she looked to her own eldest son to see him doing the same thing that Brive was doing by feeding Monrhi the peppered crab leg. 

“Wait, which kids were you talking about?” You asked her. 

“Brive and Monrhi.” Audrey said as you looked then blinked as you looked from one to the other. 

“Well I’ll be blessed.” You laughed as she did the same before you snapped your fingers softly to get Brock’s attention and Brock and Lukher were talking very animatedly about griffins. 

“Yeah?” Brock said when he noticed you were trying to get his attention before you nodded over to where Brive and Monrhi were talking and eating and feeding each other as Audrey used sign language to Lukher to look over at his son and daughter- Ahi and Monrhi before they both looked over and started laughing and then teasing each other about it. 

“Well I hope one of them works out, just for pure curiosity because if their colors meld, then they’ll really look like peacocks.” Audrey mused. 

“They would.” You had to smile fondly. 

“To peacock orcs then.” You offered as you offered your cup of wine up to toast with hers. 

“To peacock orcs.” Audrey laughed as she toasted her glass with yours. 

The End.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Agricultural Ask:

Rewind to October.

Basic fall bitch vibes.

Cute little fall festival with your boyfriend Clyde.

Monster corn maze. Like acres and acres of corn maze.

You get lost in the maze and you’re alone and the next thing you know.

Corncobbled in a corn maze.

Why am I like this?

A/N: @butyoudidthis4what I AM ASHAMED.... BUT IM NOT REALLY AT ALL. I HOPE YOU LOVE THE ABSOLUTE CRACK FROM ALL OF THIS. I LOVED IT SO MUCH AND I LOVE CORN COBBING CLYDE WITH ALL MY HEART!🌽

Warnings: Cum eating/tasting, corncobbing (dick slapping look it up on UD), face fucking, choking, daddy kink (because Clyde is DADDY), slight fluff sprinkled throughout, we’re a bad girl, smut smut, and more fucking crackhead smut. 

“This way darlin’,” Clyde is pointing on a map given to you by the teen manning the corn maze at the Boone County fall festival. 

“Are ya sure babe?” looking at the same map, questioning whether or not he could decipher it as well as he thought, “I think we need to take this turn right here,” running your pretty finger along the path drawn out. 

“I’m sure darlin’,” he gripped your hand in his, “I’m perty good at directions I promise,” grinning as he pulled you further into the maze. 

Rolling your eyes, you let him drag you down the rabbit hole, giggling as he picked up his steps looking around for signs of trouble. 

“Babe, there ain’t nothin’ bad in here,” you chuckled as he put you behind him, gripping your waist as if you’d slip away at any time, “it’s you, me, and a buncha teenagers!” 

“Ya can’t be too careful darlin’,” he looked behind you, winking, “I got precious cargo and I ain’t ‘bout ta lose ya to a damn maze,” causing you to break out in a chuckling fit. 

“Whatever ya say big bear,” rubbing his tensed forearm, feeling the muscles bulging from under his long shirt, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere with nobody.” 

“I know that baby girl,” turning to grab your face, “I know ya wouldn’t do no such thing,” bringing your soft lips to his. 

Your tongues danced around for a few moments, only to be interrupted by a group of boys loudly passing through the trail. 

“Get a fuckin’ room why dontcha!” the tallest and most ‘handsome’ of the bunch spoke up, causing Clyde to look up immediately. He turned his hulking body to shield yours, standing to his full height as he sized up the kid in front of him. Of course, Clyde’s stature was no match to this wimp of a man, if you could even call him that. The group barely looked as if they were eighteen, ranging in heights, weights, and choices of clothing. Some of them had girls at their hips, fawning like school children over the toughest ones standing up to your big bear of a man. 

“Ya wanna run that by me again boy?” crossing his arms, puffing his chest out like a peacock, “I know ya don’t want me ta hurt ya in front a yer buddies and lil’ girlfriends, now, do ya?” quirking an eyebrow as the kid stood his ground for a few more seconds, the fear set in his eyes as he gathered what Clyde was about to throw down. 

“N-no s-sir,” he looked to notice his metal arm, gulping when he realized there was no point to his tough-guy exterior, “h-have a good night y’all,” stammering as his crew ran with tails between their legs, the girls chuckling at him as they retreating further into the maze. 

Clyde nodded them off, turning to see your legs crossed and biting your lip at his front he’d put up to protect you from whatever danger had come your direction. 

“Ya alright baby girl?” rubbing up and down your shoulders as you gazed up into his whiskey pooled eyes. 

“I’m more than fine babe,” whispering as you took his hand and delicately trudged into the heart of the maze once more. 

After a few more yards, and glancing back and forth, you stopped to turn back to your mountain man, bringing your hands to rub on his chest as he enveloped your asscheeks in his hands. 

“What are ya up to baby girl?” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, as he dipped down to rub your earlobe in his soft lips. 

“I-I need ya Clyde,” moaning as he brushed the sensitive tips of them, moving his goatee down your neck, causing a shiver to radiate through your body. 

“What do ya need me ta do darlin’,” whispering on your pulse in your neck, “use ya words like the good girl ya are. Tell daddy what he needs ta do ta make ya feel good,” moving his paws up your waist, gripping your plush tits, causing an animalistic moan to release from you and him. 

“I-I need ya to fuck me,” you beg, pleading with your large eyes welling with tears, as he rubs his thumbs over your stiffening nipples, “F-fill me full a you daddy,” arching your body into his touch as he lowered his lumbering body to smell in between your gorgeous tits. 

“Mmmmm,” he inhaled, “daddy’s gon’ fill ya nice n’ full baby girl,” gripping the loops on your jeans, pulling them down as soon as you released the zipper. 

You pawed at the back of his shirt, coaxing him down to your dripping heat, “I’m so wet for ya daddy,” rubbing his hair as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, bearing the glistening slick dripping down the sides of your thighs. 

He ogled at the spend, stuffing a thick finger in your cunt to gather it and stuff in his open mouth, “Goddamn baby girl,” he mused, “ya taste so damn sweet fer me,” getting up to his full height again, staring at your lust blown body as he removed his cock from his jeans. 

“Now darlin’.” he warned, “I don’t wantcha ta scream too much er you’ll get us kicked outta this here maze. Ya understand me?” gripping your face in his flesh and blood hand, bringing you to his lips in a searing kiss as he led your other to play with his hardening cock. 

“Y-yes daddy,” batting your eyelashes as you jerked his dick until it was pulsing and dripping for your sweet pussy to eat up. 

“That’s ma good lil’ girl,” rolling his eyes back in his head as he gyrated into your motions on his length, “n-now get down on ya knees. Daddy’s gon’ fuck yer face until ya cryin’ on ma cock,” pushing your shoulder down as you fell to the ground. Gathering yourself to land pretty on your knees, looking up at your handsome man, opening your mouth and showing your tongue like the good little whore you were. 

“Goddamn I could look at that all day darlin’,” lining up his cock to end at your nose, “such a good lil’ girl fer daddy,” suddenly slapping his hardened dick across your face. 

“D-daddy!” screaming in pain and pleasure, your clit aching for attention at the sensation. 

“Now baby girl,” he tsked, “what did daddy say about ya screamin’ in this here maze?” lining his cock on the other cheek, tapping the side ever so slightly as you looked up at him. 

“Y-ya said no screamin’,” tears starting to well up from to smack. 

“Exactly darlin’,” he pandered, “an’ what did ya do instead?” 

“I-I screamed,” shying away at him, “I-I’m a bad girl daddy,” your arousal pooling at this point, begging him to hit you and stuff you full of him. 

“Yes ya are baby girl,” he agreed, suddenly slapping his dick across your face again, leaving an equal red mark as the other side. 

“F-fuck!” blurting out as you moved to grip your face, knowing that wasn’t a part of the rules of this little game you guys played. 

“Oh baby girl,” he smirked, slapping your hands away, “ya know better than that,” shaking his head, “I guess ya just gonna have ta choke on me to learn yer lesson. Open yer perty mouth darlin’.” 

You gathered yourself for a second, opening back up only to have Clyde stuff you head to hilt with his thick cock. Your eyes bugged out of your head as you began to choke and moan around his pulsing length. 

“Open up fer me baby girl,” he gripped the sides of your head, feeling your jaw slack and your lips close around his dick, “such a good girl like this,” pumping himself to hit your uvula with every stroke. 

His pace picked up as he gyrated your head and his hips in tune with your throat. The spit welling up in your mouth, dripping out in waves as you began to cry on his girthy cock. 

“Such a good girl fer daddy,” he mused, watching himself move in and out around your pretty lips, the tears streaming down your face as waves of moans emitted around his cock and balls. 

“I-I’m so close baby girl,” he stammered, picking up his pace, causing your orgasm to build between your wet lips, “ya wanna touch yerself so daddy can cum with his darlin’?” watching as you brought an eager hand to rub on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back and your nostrils to flare in his line of sight. 

“Fuckin’ dammit,” he pushed completely in passed your uvula, stilling himself for a few seconds, “I-I’m c-cummin’ darlin’,” he managed out as you exhaled and practically screamed at the hot load coursing through your esophagus, spreading into your stomach, initiating your orgasm to crash over you as he suddenly pulled his cock from your lips. 

“G-god!” spit ridden, and euphoric as you rode your heatwave out in front of him. 

“Ya feelin’ good baby girl?” he chuckled, watching as you came slowly out of your coma, “do ya like it when daddy fucks ya throat?” zipping his softening cock in his jeans as he helped get you up from the dirty ground. 

“Holy shit,” wiping the spit and cum from your lips as Clyde pulled your panties back up, licking a stripe on your cunt before sealing them in the lace fabric. 

“That good huh?” getting back up to bring you into a kiss. 

“Very much so babe,” smiling as he rubbed the sides of your eyes in the most delicate fashion he could. 

“What is it big bear?” noticing his demeanor change as he glared at your face, “ya okay?” gripping his sweet cheeks, and rubbing them in your fingers. 

“I just,” tears welling up in his eyes, “I love ya Y/N,” he stated clear as day. 

You stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, taking in those very special and important words that hadn’t been spoken between the two of you before, banking in the moment. 

“Darlin’?” snapping you back into reality, “are ya okay?” the tears now seemingly sad instead of happy as they were seconds prior. 

“I love you too Clyde,” blurting out, almost in shock at saying them yourself. He took the words in just as you had, smiling as bright as a star in the sky, and bringing you back into a kiss. 

He broke away again after a few moments, “let’s get ya outta here darlin’,” grabbing your hand once again.

“I’m not done with ya quite yet tonight,” practically dragging you to the exit of the maze so the rest of the night could occur just the way he wanted, which would only end with you crying on his cock… Again. 

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WELL, I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED WITH YOURSELF BECAUSE IM... WET💦

I LOVE YOU, BABE! 

🖤, 

ray-nal-beads 

[nemesyis]

The Mansion - Part 3

Part 3 - Bath time fun time part deux

@noonachronicles​

Warnings: all the holes get filled, deep throating, anal play, cum play, oral - male and female receiving, 

A/N - ever play tetris? Yeah… this was exactly like playing tetris.

Part 2 

Your breath quickened as you watched the three men as they rinsed themselves off.  Slowly running water over their golden skin as they exchanged glances and spoke quietly amongst themselves.  Occasionally one of them would glance your direction and smile.  

You sat frozen to your low stool, the hand-held shower wand forgotten in your grasp.  The tallest one stood and approached you in all of his naked glory.  Thick thighs framed his half erect member.  It was thick, thicker than what you could ever recall seeing in person.  He saw you staring as he leaned against the low partition.  “You like what you see babe?  I’ll let you see it up close if you want.”

Drawing your gaze up his toned torso, you were met with a boxy, impish smile.  One of his companions joined him, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Tae, are you strutting around showing off your goods again?”  The speaker had smouldering eyes and the most impossibly lush lips you had ever seen on a man.  He had a slender, dancers build.  His features a perfect blend of strong masculinity and delicate femininity.  

The man called Tae simply smiled wider and licked his lips.  “Damnit Tae, you’re cramping my style” he muttered.  He kept his gaze fixated on your face, watching as your eyes widened in obvious confusion.  They both laughed out loud in amusement.  Tae #2 waved over their third, who casually strode over to join them.  He was smaller than his two counterparts, lean muscles flexed as he leaned over the top of the partition directly in front of you.  

“You two are going to make her brain melt if you keep that shit up” he grinned before offering his hand.  “My name is Taeyong.  That asshole is Taehyung, and his sidekick with the dick suckers on his face is Taemin.”

Smiling up at him, you shook his hand.  “Y/N, nice to meet you all.”  

Taehyung leaned in close, his face inches from yours.  “Was that you we heard from the dressing room?  We thought about coming in sooner to enjoy the show, but Taemin thought you and your friend could use some privacy.”

Your blush spread through your entire body.  The fact that you were naked did nothing to hide that fact.  Noticing your reaction, he teased you further.  “Judging by the gigantic smile on his face when he came out, I can only assume he entirely enjoyed himself.”

Taeyong walked over to the pool, stepping in, he called to his two companions.  “Will you two stop strutting around like a couple of idiot peacocks and either ask her to join us or leave her in peace.”

He was joined by Taemin, who draped himself over the side of the pool and extended a hand towards you.  “Why don’t you come join us for a soak.  We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

Looking between the two in the pool and the one in front of you made your arousal spike.  Wetness flooded between your thighs at the possibilities playing through your mind.  Taehyung took your hand and looked at you with a teasing pout.  “At least come keep us company won't you?”

Allowing yourself to be dragged to your feet, you dumbly followed along behind him.  He helped you to step back into the pool, warm water enveloping your calves.  Taemin took your hand from his friend and guided you to the bench next to him.  Taeyong watched you intently.  “Have you been having fun since you joined The Mansion?”  he asked.  His cat-like gaze following your every move.  

You sat back, eyes glued to his bare chest before sliding up to his face.  It was pretty, sharp but angular.  He saw you watching and winked at you.  The mirror on the wall above the pool was suddenly very interesting.  Smiling softly as you remembered your previous two encounters fondly.  “I haven’t played very much, but I’ve enjoyed myself so far.  What about you three?  How long have you been members?”

“We’ve all been members for about a year.  We all work together and after Taehyung got accepted, we decided to join up as well.  The gym is better than any we’ve been members of.  The scenery is so much better as well.  At least here if we have to look at sweaty bodies, it's not a bunch of meat head dude bro’s and gym bunnies in yoga pants.”

Taemin leaned in closer to you.  His plush lower lip caught between his teeth.  “Do you mind if I rub your shoulders Y/N?  You look tense.”

Catching on the thinly veiled innuendo, you nodded and turned your back to him.  His hands slid up your arms and began kneed the muscles in your neck with gentle pressure.  Taehyung moved in front of you, guided your feet to his lap and began rubbing circles against the sole of your right foot.  “We can relax you more if you want us too” he grinned.  

Taeyong moved to join you, lifting your legs long enough to sit with your thighs draped across his hips.  “As long as you’re okay with it Y/N.  I know these two would absolutely love to play with you.  I want too as well if you want too.”  He trailed his hands over your thighs, rubbing the tense muscles of your quads.  

Your pulse quickened once again, making your breathing erratic as you were overpowered by your crippling need to be touched and filled.  “Yes… I want that.”

Upon receiving your consent, they moved in on you.  Taemin pressed his chest into your back, his lips trailing kisses along the left side of your neck.  Taeyong drew in close, claiming the left side.  Taehyung moved between your thighs, his hand slowly moving up the inside of your leg till his long fingers came to the apex.  He cupped your sex, sliding his fingers through your folds as the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit.  

He groaned huskily as he dipped one digit into your cunt.  “Fuck Y/N, you just got fucked and you’re still this tight?  I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna feel like around my cock.”  

You arched into his touch as Taemin’s hands leisurely fondled your breasts.  “Do you think you can take two of us at once Y/N?”

The sinful way he posed the question made your walls clench around Taehyung’s fingers.  “Yes, I want it” you croaked out.  The overwhelming sensation of being touched everywhere was beginning to overload all reason.  

Taehyung removed his hand and extracated you from the grasp of his friends.  He exited the pool and led you to one of the few waterproof sofas that sat against one wall.  You hadn’t noticed it before, but you had been occupied earlier.  He sat down and spread his thighs. His cock jutted up proudly from between them.  “Would you like to have a seat Y/N?  Your ride awaits if you want to take it.”  

You made to kneel over him, but he stopped you.  He turned you to face the room and guided you backwards.  Placing one leg on either side of his, you gripped his cock and rolled a condom over him.  He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt your pussy welcome him.  Your walls fluttered around him as you sank onto him.  Before you began to ride him, he stopped you again.  Looping an arm under each of your thighs, he held you slightly aloft.  Taemin knelt in front of you and began to kiss up your inner thigh.  His puffy lips found your clit as he fastened over it and sucked.  

At the first clench of your inner muscles, Taehyung began to thrust slowly up into you.  Your entire body went rigid as you fought the urge to move your hips.  Taeyong captured your mouth with his own.  Swallowing down your moans as you were pleasured from every possible angle.  He pulled away for a moment, “Can I use your mouth?”

You nodded and he climbed onto the seat next to you and Taehyung.  Bringing his cock level with your face as you opened wide for him.  He slid into your welcome heat, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth.  Massaging him with your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks.  Sucking him deep into your mouth till the head of his cock nudged against the back of your throat.  

You moaned wantonly at the feeling of being so full.  Taehyung’s delicious cock rubbed against every possible angle of your walls while Taemin’s talented tongue sucked and caressed your tight bundle of nerves.  Taeyong’s length slid slickly over your tastebuds, as he rutted into you.  You squealed in pleasure as Taemin’s fingers slid into the space between you and Taehyung and began to prod at your puckered entrance.  

Popping off of your clit, he smiled wickedly up at you.  “You want a cock here too don't you.”  It was more of a statement than a question.  All you could do was nod dumbly as your body was consumed with pleasure.  

Taehyung pulled you off of him as he repositioned on his back.  Taemin and Taeyong guided you to straddle his thighs, sinking back down on his thick cock.  Taehyung held you still as you felt cool lubrication dribbled between your ass cheeks.  Taemin took his time working his fingers across and into your tight ring of muscle.  He gently stretched you open as he prepared you to accept his cock.  

Setting the bottle of lube aside, he rolled on a condom and positioned himself behind you.  As he gently pressed into you, a new wave of wetness gushed from you, dribbling down around Taehyung’s girth and onto his balls.  The strain of waiting for you get comfortable with accommodating two cocks was taking its toll on him.  Veins protruded from his neck as you clenched around him.  

As you tapped Taemin’s thigh, signaling the okay to move.  He slowly withdrew from you and pushed back in.  You felt impossibly full, as he fucked your ass.  The thin separation of flesh between the two cocks was amazing.  As Taemin thrust, it caused you to move on Taehyung.  

Taehyung gripped your waist forcefully as he fought the urge to cum.  Your walls had been tight, they were now even tighter with the addition of his friend.  “It’s okay, you can cum.  I don’t mind” you gasped as you watched his gorgeous face.  With that, he let go and came hard.  His cock twitched and pulsed within your depths, spilling into his condom.  Overstimulation quickly set in, and he was forced to stop Taemin and climb from under you.  

Taeyong rolled on a condom and took his place.  As you sank down on his friend, Taehyung pulled your head back and kissed you deeply.  “Thank you Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer. Next time right?”

Taeyong hissed as you clenched around him.  “Knock off Tae” he gritted out.  “She’s so tight, I don’t know how you lasted as long as you did.”

Taemin roughly grabbed your breasts and bucked his hips into you sharply.  “Enough talk, more fucking.  Let’s see if we can drag another orgasm out of her tonight.” he panted.  The sound of slapping flesh, moans, and breathy sighs filled the room.  Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror above the pool, you looked entirely fucked out.  Eyes blown wide, filled completely by two cocks as they skillfully worked you towards your end.  

As Taemin’s thrusts began to falter, he increased his speed.  Seeking his own pleasure.  Taeyong fucked you harshly from beneath.  Taehyung watched your face with rapt attention as he felt his cock stir once again.  You fell forward onto your hands over Taeyong.  Taehyung knelt over his friend’s face, as he took your chin in hand.  You immediately opened your mouth and accepted his cock.  

He fisted your hair in his hand, and used your mouth the way he wanted too.  You opened your throat and let him fuck your mouth.  Each thrust from the three cocks sent a jolt of illicit pleasure straight to your core.   Moaning wildly as your mind turned to mush and white heat coursed through your entire body.  Your mind snapped, as your tumbled over the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.  You came hard, squirting fluids over Taeyong’s dick as you pulsed around him.  

Taemin gripped your hips hard and came right after you.  He pulsed inside of you, emptying his balls into your ass.  It would have been very messy if it weren't for the condom.  Taeyong wasn’t far behind his friend.  Bucking his hips into you from beneath as you milked every drop of milky white fluid from him.  Taehyung emptied himself on your tongue.  Withdrawing himself from your mouth, he quickly kissed you.  Mingling his saliva with yours and his sperm.  Tasting himself on your tongue, he lapped his essence from your mouth.  

The four of you collapsed in a heap.  Taehyung helped Taemin to his feet before assisting you onto shaky feet.  He led you to a shower stool and caressed sweaty hair from your brow.  Taeyong sat up panting.  Discarding his soiled condom before joining the two of you.  Not long after, Taemin sat down to your left. 

“Looks like we have quite a mess to clean up”  Taemin said as he turned a shower wand onto a warm stream and began to gently wash away the fluids from between your thighs.  Taeyong kissed your shoulder gently as Taehyung claimed your lips.  

“Thank you Y/N, if you ever want to play again, you know where to find us.”  Taeyong grinned as he draped a towel over your shoulders.  Taemin kissed your cheek as he helped you to your feet.  Taehyung lightly spanked your ass as they led you to the dressing room.  Passing you to an attendant muttering about how you might need help getting dressed.  

It was the same attendant you met on your first visit.  Jisoo?  Was that her name?  Your mind was still too mushy to process much of anything.  She helped you to dress, even going as far as to dry and brush out your hair.  “Do you need anything else?”

“Yeah… a wheelchair” you joked as she helped you to your feet.  

As you walked down the hall, you passed a handsome man with a sharp angular face.  He gave you a knowing smile as passed by.  His shoulder brushing yours lightly.  “Looks like you’ve had fun.  Maybe you should find me next time you come.  I’d like to get to know you.”

[hookedontaronfics]

First Contact series - Part 9

Title: First Contact - Part 9 Read the previous installments here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Rating: M Pairing: Taron x OC Warnings: Cursing, smut, and some mentions of violence [trigger warning] A/N: I don’t want to give away too much so you’ll just have to read it for yourself. Some sweet bits, some sexy bits and possibly a cliffhanger! So good luck, and enjoy! x

“Morning, love.”

Those two simple words held so much promise in them as I cracked my eyes open to see Taron’s sweet face smiling back at me. I yawned slightly and stretched out, checking in with my own body and realizing I wasn’t really all that sore from last night’s escapade. But oh, I still felt deliriously happy and deliciously satiated.

“S’good morning,” I mumbled back sleepily, getting an amused chuckle from Taron. I had proven very quickly during this vacation that I wasn’t a morning person. To be fair, neither was Taron.

“We should maybe get up and go enjoy our last day here, love,” he said cutely, nuzzling his face against my neck and kissing my skin there, his hand tracing a slow line over the strip of skin exposed at my waist, as my sleep shirt had ridden up a bit. Good God, this man was going to be the death of me, I thought, his touch igniting something deep inside.

“I think I’d be okay if you just wanted to stay in bed all day,” I laughed, a bit breathlessly.

“Much as I agree with that,” he said, finally rolling over and getting off the bed, “I really think we should try and see something else,” he smirked. I pouted slightly at him and he just laughed as he wandered off to the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but admire his bare torso. I eventually crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes, grabbing my phone and flipping through my notifications, smiling over all the sweet comments that had been pouring in over the few pictures Taron and I had chosen to share on our social media profiles. It hadn’t been a secret exactly, but I think we were finally “out” as a couple to the world now. This trip had made it stunningly clear that Taron wanted me in his life.

“What’re you smiling on about?” he grinned as he returned, catching me probably looking a bit dreamy over that fact.

“Us,” I grinned. “Everyone’s been so kind about me.”

“Why would they not? You make me incredibly happy, and you’re stunningly gorgeous,” he said, leaning over and stealing a kiss before going to grab clothes himself.

“Well, Mr. Egerton, I did happen to take you off the market,” I smirked over at him, and he just snorted at that.

“What am I, a beef steak?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“A very handsome beef steak, yep!” I said brightly, unable to keep a straight face as we both lost our shit over that. I actually had to wipe tears out of my eyes at that one; maybe it wasn’t so funny to anyone else, but we were losing it.

“So anyway, what’s the game plan for today? Other than once again sweeping me off my feet?” I grinned.

“We should get breakfast, first of all,” he said.

“Right, always a foodie,” I giggled lightly.

“Then I think we should spend some of our day on Lokrum,” he grinned. “I’ve heard lovely things about the Botanical Garden there. We can just take our time together. I don’t want this day to go too fast.”

“Me either,” I agreed softly at that.

We grabbed a bite from the hotel’s breakfast and while we ate I decided to catch back up with Jules and Mary. We’d texted a few times briefly of course, but I had wanted to spend most of my time actually enjoying my trip and Taron. Still, I figured they probably deserved an update now.

<So loves, my last full day in Dubrovnik. I’m kinda sad to be seeing it end, it’s been the best trip of my life!> I sent in a group text.

<Julesy: Oh my god, about time you let us know you were still alive! We were beginning to worry!>

<Mareee!: Don’t mind her, we knew you were having fun as you should be!>

<It’s been amazing. The food, and the beaches here, and just, everything is so lush and historic and even the pace is slower so you can relax and it’s quite nice. But you’ve seen my pictures on IG! Come on now!>

<Mareee!: It looks SO nice, and you and Taron are very cute together. I’m glad you decided to post some pics of you together!>

<Yeah, we had to discuss it a bit, but … We decided it was time.>

<Julesy: Now the one thing Mary and I should know, though, is this: Are you returning as an Egerton virgin or no?>

<Oh. My. Freaking. God. ….. NOPE!> I couldn’t help giggling like an idiot over what I had sent and Taron raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. “Texting the girls, you know,” I smirked, and he only went ahhhh as if he understood. My friends’ responses chimed in quick succession.

<Julesy: That’s my girl!>

<Mareee!: What was it like, you have to tell us!!>

<Oh my gosh it was everything. It was truly everything. But I can’t say more right now, I’m sitting across from T at this moment and my face is probably beet red!>

<Mareee!: Ohhhh, well we’re very very happy for you!>

<Julesy: Yep, now we don’t have to worry about you so much.>

<Thanks, I think? I luv ya, I luv ya both. But must dash. Talk more later, we’re going to the island!>

I stashed my phone away and quickly finished my food before we were off to catch the ferry over to Lokrum. I was excited to just have a quiet easy day with Taron. The Botanical Gardens were every bit as gorgeous as they had been made to seem; we walked hand-in-hand under the cypress and olive and palm trees and took far too many pictures of the peacocks that roamed freely. It was surprisingly not busy, which was nice. There were honestly times we could have felt it was our own private island.

We happened upon a super pretty spot and chose to take a selfie together with the stunning background behind us. We managed (after some retakes. Taron needs some selfie lessons…) to take a really nice one where we both actually looked pretty (thank goodness) but then Taron decided to kiss me on the cheek and I had my eyes scrunched closed and that’s the photo he chose to post on Instagram with “This woman has my heart” as the caption.

“Oh gosh, T, this is a bit full on, isn’t?” I asked, turning to him after checking the post myself since he’d tagged me.

“Just the truth,” he said nonchalantly, like he didn’t realize how difficult this all was to process that he really felt that way about me.

“It’s not too soon and sudden to claim that? We’ve only known each other what, three months or something? A handful of encounters and a couple dates and then spending a month apart?” I asked, a bit skeptical.

“To claim what? That I love you? Because I do. That’s not a difficult thing to do, Jess,” he said sweetly, reaching over to caress my face gently. “Feelings don’t have to exist on a timeline. And maybe I’m quick to arrive at mine but I know what I have in front of me.”

I’m pretty sure my brain flatlined at that moment. The L-word, he’d actually said it, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say back. He was watching me expectantly, I think, but when I didn’t - couldn’t - figure out how to respond he sighed slightly. “It’s okay, I know what you’ve been through. You don’t have to say anything back. I just needed you to know how I felt,” he said,  tugging on my hand to keep us walking. 

I tried to ignore the mixture of disappointment and understanding on his face, but it dug at me as we walked in silence. Why was it so hard to just blurt it out myself? I thought. I wasn’t afraid of Taron, no. But moving into something closer, and more intimate, more vulnerable, I didn’t feel remotely ready for. There was a deeper responsibility for and reliance on emotion that I wasn’t sure I could handle giving to Taron just yet.

We ate at the little cafe on the island and found one of the beaches to sit at under some shade from the trees. I had nestled between Taron’s legs, leaning back against him and it was rather comfortable as he had his arms wrapped around me sweetly. We were just watching the waves break over the shoreline, whiling away the time and trying to ignore the fact that this trip would soon be over.

“This has just been … the best day I’ve ever had,” I sighed softly. “It’s felt rather magical to be away from everything else and to just be us here.”

“I would agree. I’ve loved every minute of this, but I think I’m quite ready to get back to the hotel and relax out of this hot sun for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, as we both scrambled to our feet, wiping sand off as much as possible. We took the ferry back across and another taxi to our hotel, and I realized this was truly my last evening here. It made me a little sad, the feeling that the reality of going back to work and London and normal life was going to change how things felt between us. I knew it was an irrational fear, but it was bothering me.

I’m not sure what Taron was up to at the moment but I decided to make sure some of my clothes that had gotten scattered about the room were packed back in my suitcase. I smoothed my fingers over the lacy lingerie and couldn’t help but smile as I remembered last night.

“Hey, T!” I called out.

“Mmm, yeah?” his voice asked from the bathroom. The door was open so I wandered in, leaning against the door frame. He was leaning over the jacuzzi tub we hadn’t even used and I couldn’t tell what he was doing.

“Are you hungry yet?” I asked him, folding my arms.

“Yeah, but not for food,” he smirked lightly, gesturing to the tub and raising his eyebrow at me with a question in his eyes.

I pointed at myself, and then Taron, and then the tub, and he just smirked at me and nodded.

“Come here, babe,” he said gruffly, holding his hand out to me. I smiled almost shyly at that and stepped over to him, letting him pull me into him. He kissed me slow and sensually at first, probably aware that I needed a little time to get worked up, but just being near him and the thought that he wanted more of me was doing a pretty good job of it. His fingers found their way under my shirt, grazing over my skin and making me moan softly against his lips. He broke our kiss only to continue trailing kisses along my jawline and then down to my neck, nipping the spot that made me moan the most with his teeth, before then stepping away from me completely to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied with it and leaving me just panting for more.

Knowing he was up for trying different things was an exciting prospect. I pulled my own shirt off and dropped it to the ground, and when he turned back around I knew right where his gaze landed. “All for me?” he asked, not needing an answer as I took his hands and placed them over my breasts. And damn did he make quick work of me that way after peeling off my bra and tossing it god knows where. The way his touch could send shivers down my spine would never cease to amaze me. 

As the water ran we quickly rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes and we took a moment just to take each other in; standing around naked in front of people wasn’t exactly something I was comfortable doing, but under Taron’s gaze it didn’t seem to matter. There was no shame with him because he worshipped my body, scars and rolls and lumps and all. I hadn’t had a chance to really truly see him yet, either, and I tried to memorize every inch of his body and the way it took my breath away.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” he said softly, making me bite my lip shyly, my hair falling slightly across my face. “I wish you saw yourself through my eyes.”

“I could say the same to you,” I replied gently as he stepped closer to me and brushed my hair out of my face so carefully, so intimately, it made me want to cry. But then he kissed me, and I forgot about wanting to cry, and slowly Taron walked me backward to the tub. He slipped under the water easily enough, sighing contentedly as the warm water eased his muscles, but I perched on the edge for a moment, unsure.

“Coming in, love?” he asked, giving me half a smirk, nothing but hunger in his eyes.

“We can’t really use a condom in the water, not safely at least,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut for a second.

“You’re on the pill, no?” he asked, sitting up and placing a hand on my knee.

“Of course, but that’s not like, 100 percent, you know,” I stammered slightly.

“Hey, Jess, look at me,” he said seriously, so I cracked my eyes open. “Whatever the outcome, we’ll handle it together, okay? I’m sure we’ll be completely fine, it’s not like I’ve got tons of children running about, at least that I know of. But if you can’t trust the pill, I want you to at least trust me. Can you do that?” he asked, pleading with me. I took a shaky breath and nodded before letting myself slip into the water as well. He was right, the jets and the warmth of the water felt good after having walked around a lot of the day.

“I still want you,” I whispered. “I’m just stupidly anxious about it. Make me forget that,” I said, crawling over his lap and facing him.

“I can do that,” he growled slightly, running his fingers along my waist under the water. He pulled my face to his again, kissing me hungrily now, his need for me apparent. I let myself get lost to what he was doing to me; I didn’t understand how he seemed to already know so much about my body and what it was capable of feeling, but I couldn’t hold onto those thoughts. They scattered in the heat of the moment as I settled myself over him, joining our bodies, a groan rumbling through his chest that set me on edge immediately. I’d never had sex with someone bare and to know that, and to feel that, we were that much closer to each other set every nerve-ending in my body on fire. I was consumed by the lust I felt for this man, feeling a depth of pleasure I had never known could be mine.

We found a rhythm that worked for us, the water sloshing over the sides a bit as we drove each other higher and higher. I felt his fingers slip between my legs, helping me along and soon I was crashing around him, my orgasm rippling through me just before I could feel him spilling into me. I felt completely taken; I was his, and I didn’t know how I could belong to anyone else.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until Taron was trying to wipe the tears away, but his hands were wet too so it wasn’t helping that much. “Shhh, it’s okay, I promise,” he spoke, seeming to understand my emotions more than I did as he just held me to him, my chest pressed against his, our bodies still connected, the jets gently pummeling our skin. I laid my head against his shoulder, hiding my face against his neck as his fingers slowly danced across my back, soothing me a bit. I wanted to be ashamed but couldn’t be; Taron seemed used to sharing this level of intimacy but he also seemed to understand that I just wasn’t.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I won’t always be a mess like this,” I said once I had managed to calm down.

“I’m not the one to apologize to, love,” he said gently. “It’s okay to feel things and to feel them deeply. I think I can handle that, yeah?” he grinned. “I rather enjoy making you feel this much.”

“You’re such a saint, T,” I laughed. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Well then I suppose you should consider yourself very, very lucky indeed,” he sighed happily. “But you have no idea what you do for me too.”

“I feel like I haven’t done anything. It’s always been you doing things for me,” I said softly.

“I don’t want to hear you say such things about yourself. You’re amazing, and you make me happy, and that’s always enough for me. I don’t need things, I don’t need someone to take care of me. I just want someone who’s face lights up when they see me, who genuinely enjoys talking to me, who makes me laugh at every turn, who wants to go on adventures with me, and who is willing despite her hardships to trust me. And that’s you,” he replied.

“You are too good to me,” I sighed, his words striking something deep and vulnerable in my heart and reverberating there.

“I hardly think I’m even remotely good enough for you, but you seem to want to be with me,” he replied, making my eyes bulge a little. Taron, not good enough? He had to be kidding. “I just don’t think you’ve ever been treated well or how you deserve to be. I know I can’t fix that, but I’m going to try and make a difference, if you’ll let me.”

“Anything for you, Taron,” I smiled at him. “Now should we get out of this water before we get all pruney?” I grinned, stealing a sweet kiss that made my chest ache. I could probably kiss him all day and still never get enough.

“Dinner sounds like a perfect way to end this day, now that you’ve helped me work up my appetite,” he smirked at me lightly.

“You’re so naughty,” I laughed, finally managing to disentangle myself from him and wrapping a fluffy towel around myself after climbing out of the tub. We quickly got ourselves ready for dinner, choosing to have our last meal at the conventionally named but absolutely romantic Dubrovnik Restaurant. The rooftop eatery was open air during good weather, and so I’d donned a warm cardigan over my dress, and Taron had pulled on a blazer over his button-down and jeans. We got seated in the white plush chairs and the entire place was softly lit with candles and lamps turned low. I truly enjoyed the atmosphere of it, and the food, oh the food. It was the best I’d had there in Dubrovnik, and I wished I could just keep eating it for forever; almost as much as I wished I could just stay in this paradise with Taron forever.

But you can only appreciate the very best things in life by them coming to an end, and so we returned to London the next day, ready to figure out how to continue blending our normal everyday lives together. My flatmates were of course absolutely thrilled to have me back, peppering me with so many questions it made my head spin. I did my best to give them just enough answers to keep their curiosity at bay, while keeping some of the more private things with Taron just to myself.

I threw myself head-first back into work over the next few weeks, feeling like I needed to make up for the past month where my productivity had been seriously lacking. Taron and I found a way to balance out seeing each other, going on some fun dates, some super romantic ones, and oh yeah, having lots of sex. I was now officially addicted to him, and it really was all his fault in the best possible sense of the word. I’d gained some kind of confidence in what we had and was doing my best to work through my lingering issues. I still hadn’t told him I loved him, but every day he seemed to chip away more and more at the barriers I’d built around it. Bless his soul, he was eternally patient, I’d give him that. So my initial fears about reality taking anything away from us were unfounded; our relationship somehow just kept getting better. And I finally felt like I was really home in London; I had an amazing job I actually liked, lovely flatmates and friends I enjoyed spending time with, and the sweetest boyfriend a girl could luck into having.

So I was feeling pretty damn great about my life one balmy, late-summer day as I was striding toward my office, coffee cup in hand and laptop bag over my shoulder. I managed to accidentally brush past a guy who had just stepped out of a coffee shop, and I turned to apologize but before the words could escape my mouth I froze.

His build was thinner, his jawline sharper, and his face somehow more handsome than I remembered, but I’d recognize that tousled brown hair and those deep-set brown eyes anywhere.

Kevin. My mind went absolutely blank as I clutched my laptop bag and purse to me.

I nearly thought I was having a stroke at first, that he was just a figment of my imagination. But there he was, somehow, incomprehensibly, standing on the sidewalk in London before me.

“Jessica! It’s really you!” he said brightly. “Imagine my good fortune. I thought I’d have to spend more time trying to track you down and here you run right into me.” His voice sent chills down my spine and sent my stomach plummeting to my feet.

“How the hell are you here?” I asked, rooted to the spot. Other people were walking past us but I felt like I was suddenly in an alternate universe. “And why?”

“Relax, Jess. Things have changed. I’ve changed. I wanted to apologize to you,” he said, gesturing for me to move out of the way as a group of school kids giggled their way past. We ended up stepping closer to an alley between the coffee shop and another brick building beside it, and I was already looking for a way to leave.

“There’s nothing you can say to me to apologize,” I said coldly. “You don’t deserve any of my time,” I practically hissed.

“I know. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just needed to see you again. To make sure you were okay,” he said, taking a step closer to me as I took a step back.

“I am just fine, no thanks to you,” I said with narrowed eyes. “You can’t just sweep back into my life thinking that things will just go back to how they used to be. I’m not your toy to play with and toss away and abuse any more, Kevin,” I said, taking several more steps away from him, until my back hit the brick wall of the building behind me.

I should have ran then. I should have turned around and started walking and never looked back. There would always be too many should haves in my life with Kevin.

Within seconds he had crossed the space between us and I flinched when he reached out to me, but his touch was gentle as he took my chin in his hand. “I never meant to hurt you, and I’ll forever hate myself for it. I had a long time to think about what I did, what happened between us. Please, just give me a chance again, to prove that I’m different now.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, trembling slightly at his touch. “I’m already with someone else.”

I have very little recollection of what happened next.

I don’t know if it was the rejection that set him off, but his grip on my face instantly tightened like a vice before he slammed the left side of my face so hard into the brick I heard a loud crack and felt the impact on the right side of my head. My vision went blurry and I dropped like a stone to the ground. He kicked me in the side then too, and I instantly curled up and away from him, trying to protect myself from the assault. This couldn’t be happening again. I’m going to wake up soon, and it will all be a nightmare. Taron will wrap his arms around me, and tell me it’s not real. Please god, let it not be true.

I don’t know if I screamed, or if the young couple that came to my aid were just walking past at the moment, but suddenly Kevin was tackled to the ground by the man, and the woman was instantly on her phone calling police. She knelt next to me as I tried to sit up, but the pain in my side, and my head, was too much. I could feel something warm and wet trickling down my face and into my eye, and I gasped as it stung. Still, I struggled to reach over to my purse, fumbling with it to try and get to my phone. The woman, who had the kindest eyes, seemed to understand and pulled it out and handed it to me.

I tried to focus on the keypad numbers to unlock my phone, but they wouldn’t stay in the same place and I kept hitting the wrong ones. Finally, frustrated, I shoved it back into her hands and told her my passcode. “Call Taron, please. My boyfriend, you need to call him and tell him where they’re taking me,” I said, fighting desperately hard against the darkness that was threatening to pull me under.

The sirens came, ear-splittingly loud, and it was enough for me to not throw up as the nausea of pain swept through my body. Kevin must have been handcuffed and arrested; but I couldn’t see enough of what was going on around me to know it. When the medics lifted my battered body onto the stretcher and began immobilizing me, I cried out in pain as my side where he’d kicked me lit up in renewed pain, leaving me short of breath.

I was beginning to fade in and out as they pushed me into the back of the ambulance and settled an oxygen mask over my face. I could only hope the woman had been able to reach Taron; he would be absolutely worried sick if he didn’t hear from me. 

How did he find me? I thought again, bright white spots exploding before my vision as the doors were slammed shut and we were hurtling through the streets of London. The medics were saying words I couldn’t understand; if they were talking to me, I wouldn’t have known it. They poked and prodded; a needle pushed in my arm, gauze pressed against my face.

I knew it had all been too good to be true. This thought was even more painful to bear than the broken parts of my body.

And then everything went black.

**********

I promise this isn’t the end. Read more in Part 10.

[iamgonesoseeya]

Idk if this got in, a couple haven’t gone through with other blogs ‘Let’s have a baby’ with Nines and Gavin if at all possible??

It’s hard to believe sometimes but Gavin and Nines are a match made in heaven. They’re both emotionally void characters hiding under what they assume to be their role in society, and all they want deep down, buried away, is to feel whole. Gavin found his happiness after finally accepting Nines was his destiny. His hatred of androids was justified with his fears driving him crazy, but Nines was the one person that Gavin never found, and that changed everything. An android saved him where a human never could.

Nines however, finds Gavin to be more human- more real than anyone else, and he admires that. Those broken parts of him that crumble under pressure are poetically beautiful, and he appreciates getting to learn more about them through Gavin’s words. He’s not a man of Shakespeare, but he expresses himself honestly, and it intrigues Nines. The cursing, the stutters, the confusion that tangles around his accent with every passing confession…Nines loves the parts of Gavin no one else gets to see. Gradually, through his ever looming deviancy, Nines learns how to express himself too.

“I fear being a failure. I fear when I retreat to my sleep and I see Amanda, she will shut me down for failing my mission. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love, but I did, and she is ashamed of me.”

“Fuck her. You’re the best thing to come to the DPD, and my life, and I fucking adore you. Come ‘ere.”

Nines couldn’t believe how mind blowing it is to be touched. His body craves Gavin, and those nights being held fill him with jovial admiration.

So more than three years together, they’re in a comfortable routine. Nines likes to live luxuriously, parading around in lavish, designer clothes, feeling gorgeous, and Gavin enjoys lapping up the laziness of his days off, watching his pretentious boyfriend strut around like a peacock. Nines with Gucci turtlenecks, skinny tartan trousers and slick, shiny shoes, while Gavin is in nothing but his boxers and a hoodie. That’s a normal Sunday for them.

“Get over here,” Gavin says through the gruff of his voice, tugging Nines down onto his lap. His hands dig into his rear, and Nines rolls his eyes, though he enjoys the eagerness of his boyfriends libido. He plays with Gavin’s hair, curling the strands around his fingers, and smiles.

“You should let me buy you some nice clothes.” Nines says, moving to sit on his lap properly, grinding playfully to elicit a moan from Gavin. “You would look great in a well tailored shirt.”

“I think it’d look better on the bedroom floor.” Gavin purrs, kissing Nines’ neck. “Same with this fucking jumper of yours.”

“It’s a turtle neck.”

“Whatever.”

While Gavin assult his neck, the television plays in the background. More than often it’s just the news, and today it’s an update with Cyberlife’s most recent developments. Nines’ attention switches to the voices from the box.

“… Fertility implants have officially been finalised and released to select couples who want to have a child. With detailed splicing and DNA advancements, android / human relationships can now co parent children together through natural artificial developments, creating an egg or sperm to match the android’s appearance that can match their partners.”

He raises his brow, LED spinning yellow, and turns his attention back to Gavin. “Does that interest you?”

“Huh, wha?” He murmurs, lifting his head from Nines’ neck. Nines swings his legs off Gavin’s lap and falls beside him, pointing to the television.

“Would you like to have a child with me? I could get the new upgrade, carry our baby…I know how much you enjoy babysitting Avery when she comes over. I think you would be a great father and-”

“Slow down, babe, I gotta catch up.” Gavin chuckles darkly, it fills Nines with dread for a second. He runs his fingers through his hair and sits up. “You wanna have a kid? With me?”

Nines nods. “There’s no one else I would want to have a child with.” He crosses his arms and squeezes tight, trying to settle the knots in his chest that sizzle. “I am happy to continue how we are, though, because I love you.”

Gavin rubs his jaw, the bristles of his five o'clock shadow rubbing his skin. The cogs in his brain turn feverishly, Nines can only construct the dozen next steps he’ll take upon Gavin’s rejection, he can barely contain himself as the stress levels rise.

Then he smiles, and takes Nines’ hand. “You know I always wanted to be a dad? Never thought I’d get there…” He brings up the hand to his lips and plants a soft kiss against his synthetic skin. “I’m over the fucking moon to have a kid with you, yes, of course.”

Shock. Nines blinks, tries to speak, but is silenced by his own happiness, and instead decides a kiss is the better way to answer. He holds Gavin’s face in his hands as he kisses him tenderly, pouring all the love he has into the affection, and presses his forehead against Gavin’s.

“Let’s have a baby?” Nines asks, eyes wide. Gavin pulls him close by the waist and nods.

“Let’s have a baby.”

[snovaness]

Hero Ball

Hi guys sorry I haven’t really been posting and requests or any one shots but I’ve been working on a fanfic so here’s a little something. My friend gave me the idea of a hero ball and I really liked it so here you go!

Dating Kirishima had its perks and cons just like any relationship but especially because he was a pro-hero. When he told you that you would be attending a hero ball in two weeks which was of course, very exciting until you quickly realized that you needed a dress. Dress shopping was always incredibly stressful especially since your figure was not the easiest to shop for. Being slightly disproportioned in breast size to hip ratio, many of your dresses had to be altered. The theme for the ball was Gods and Goddesses so the dress had to be beautiful and dramatic something that would blow all the other couples away for Kiri’s sake. He was worried that people wouldn’t view him as a manly hero if he did not have an equally manly attire and date. Fortunately for him you were a forensic medical examiner which most people found interesting and badass.

The week before the event you still had not found a dress which was probably the most stressful thing on your plate currently. You had decided to take inspiration from the goddess of marriage and birth, Hera. While there were many different depictions of her you noticed that in more than half of the ones you looked at she had a peacock with her. In desperation for the perfect dress you decided to go to the one and only hero costume designer. While you were not technically hero many people knew you as Red Riot’s long time girlfriend and you have assisted in solving many murder cases making a bit known as well.

Walking into the boutique you saw the woman you would hopefully help you on your quest to find the perfect dress. “Oh hello! It’s not everyday an internationally known medical examiner walks through my door. I usually get heroes so seeing your face is very refreshing. Is there anything I can help you with dear?” you shyly explain how you were going to the hero’s ball this week and still didn’t have an outfit. “Ahh yes you’re Red Riot’s girlfriend correct?” You nodded “Any Goddess that you want to look like or recreate?” “Actually yes I have decided on the Goddess Hera.” The fashion designer grinned and told you to wait by the dressing rooms. It took her about 10 minutes until she finally came back with her things. She pulled out a beautiful royal blue flowy dress that had a gold sash for the waist. “It may look simple but trust me. Put this on and then I’ll play around with the accessories.” You trusted her judgement because she was honestly the only fashion designer that you ever met.

You walked out in the dress and honestly you looked hot. The dress had a very low V that showed off your cleavage in a sexy yet classy way. The woman pulled you towards a step that was surrounded by mirrors. She placed a crown hair piece with peacock feathered like jewels on your head. She handed you gold heels and earrings with royal blue teardrop crystals. She added a few other pieces here and there until she felt like you were finally perfect. “Okay so I have a deal for you. You can keep the dress after the ball but you have the return the accessories to me and all I need you to do is promote me. Most people come to me for hero costumes and not actual fashion events so this would really expand my business.” Of course you agreed with her because it was a win win situation. She packed up all the jewelry and shoes while you changed back into your regular clothes. You thanked her and wished her a goodbye and went home. “Hey babe, did you find your dress?” Kissing Kiri on the lips you nodded “Everyone will be blown away and not just by our looks but by our announcement too.”

It was now the day of the ball, you were nervous to say the least especially after hearing about all the elegant gowns and the heroes who would be attending. To your surprise Kiri was assigned two stylist to help him and you get ready. They spent hours plucking and blending your hair and makeup but the final result was worth it. As the stylist left you opened your vanity drawer and pulled out the velvet box Eijiro had given you 2 weeks ago. Pulling out the ring you slipped it onto your finger, finally you two would tell all of Japan.

Walking out of the limo held your left hand tightly. The fans cheered just like they did with every hero who walked out onto the red carpet. “And here we have Red Riot with his stunning girlfriend (l/n) (Y/N). Now tell me where did you find inspiration for this gorgeous outfit?” Smiling at the interviewer “Well actually Aoi Hinata, the hero costume designer made and styled this lovely dress for me. She may be known for her hero costumes but very soon I believe she’ll be known for her Ball wear as well but for our inspiration I looked towards Hera, the goddess of birth and marriage.” Kiri squeezed your left hand tighter. “Birth and marriage? Is there any significance in that for the two of you? Is this foreshadowing of a proposal coming up?” This time you let Eijiro speak “Actually we wanted to announce that we’re engaged.” He lifted your left hand to show off your ring to the camera. “Oh my gosh! You heard it hear first Red Riot and (L/n) (Y/N) are officially engaged! Congratulations you two! When can Japan expect your wedding?”

“Well Eijiro would be willing to marry me tomorrow but I’ve convinced him that we should wait until next year for the cherry blossoms to bloom. So expect the wedding date to be sometime early April.” The interviewer congratulated the two of you once again and let you go off and walk into the ballroom. By the end of the night pretty much all of Japan knew of your engagement. The ball couldn’t have gone any better.

[markistarr]

Uneventfully Outlandish

“Can’t you hear it?” A voice asks, its words softer than the finest of silks; quieter than the deadest of mice. Your eyes snap open; glancing about your bedroom, you find each of your belongings is fading, dipping into dancing shadows; slipping into specks of mere dust. You find yourself whisking away, soaring into the heavens. You open your mouth to scream, plead for help. Not a word; not a sound; not a noise falls from your tongue.

Your heart shrieks as it throws itself at your ribcage, beating relentlessly, ruthlessly against the marrow in hopes of freeing itself from the bars of bone that hold it captive. Your tongue feels of lead; your mind of molasses as sluggish thoughts and notions whir through your head. Nothing, nothing, nothing but silence fills the emptiness now surrounding you. It’s heavy; dead-weight. “Well,” the voice speaks once more. “Do you or do you not, silly child?” Your lips move upon their own accord. “Hear what, exactly?” A shrill giggle reverberates throughout the dusky landscape of dead-weight and—was that a levitating teapot? A radiance begins to fester, begins to bubble up from the once dank void; it sprouts from that gliding teapot, that gliding teapot that rose from nowhere in particular. You cannot help but gaze at such colors, such radiance; all too alluring. A siren with no song, no certain beauty but its own peculiarly wondrous ways. The vibrant tints that dance about glimmer; shimmering with the glow of a thousand shades of red, of blue; of yellow, of purple; of indigo and green; of violet and orange; a shade of black, of grey, of white, before melding, swathing together into millions of shades of black, of grey, of white.

Suddenly, as if urgently, you recall the voice once again; you peer about, praying to the Gods’ that perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse of the mysterious being. Another shrill giggle rings in response to this. “Why, the ticking of Death’s clock, of course!” the voice replies, as though such a thing were to be an ordinary occurrence. As if those words were a spell; one to bewitch; one to open one’s eyes; you begin to hear it. A soft, velvety clicking of a gentler still ticking. It quakes your bones; an earthquake; an infectious ailment; slipping through your skin, through muscle, through marrow, through organ, all the way down, to your very core. More teapots join the singular that once stood alone. An army of teapots and cups, cutlery and plates, tables and chairs begin to join it up, up, up in the otherwise still air. And, then, you see it. A bear cub, with glossy coffee fur and beady black eyes, just about the size of a button. The bear, striking you as a chipmunk with its stuffing-filled cheeks, and its circle stomach, and its maw, snapping open and closed, open and closed, with each bite of crumpet, of bread, of cake from atop the oak table it sits at. The oak table tainted by crumbs, by scars and scabs that litter its once polished surface.

Your gaze shifts forcefully, as though some spirit, some creature of ghost were forcing it upon you; you notice the changing of your clothes, the changing from your bare rags to a neat, cloud-puffed dress, with ribbon laces and frilly fabrics of sky, of sea, of waterfall and lake; of cloud, of snow, of pearl and daisy. Rows of bows line your hair as it pulls, and twists, and curls and unfurls till it’s tied up in two neat, lengthy piggies, the tails swaying in a phantom wind, the very same that shifts your dress, that prods at the laces of your thigh highs, sending them into a faint frenzy.

The cub smiles. A gentle, welcoming smile that sends a shiver of warmth from your forehead to your pinkie toes. It gestures for you to come closer; a quaint beckon with the mere flick of its wrist. And, suddenly, you’re there, sat across from that adorably charming bear cub, that reminds you all too much of the plush ted you’ve owned since you were a mere babe. Before you even realize it, you’re sipping from a mug, painted to be white as fragile eggshells; scorching warmth fills your mouth, slipping down your throat as your mind begins to cry out in pain, Hot, hot! Hot, hot! You sputter, before spitting the fiery tea out, out, out, onto the already blighted table top. The cub’s smile curls into a deep scowl, before the corners of its mouth soar back up, contorting into an unnervingly cheery grin. “I’m so sorry! I hadn’t known the tea was so, er, hot,” you apologize, flushing. The bear chuckles, dismissing it with a wave of its paw. “Nonsense! I should have warned you!”

Consternation floods you; something here isn’t quite right. Perhaps it’s the floating teapots and cups; or maybe it’s merely the waves of colors that seem to unnerve with their hypnotic patterns; or, maybe, perhaps, it’s merely the bear that sits across from you scarfing down crumpets, and brownies, and cake, and each and every other pastry that is placed atop the table before it, spewing crumbs with each snappish munch. Abruptly, you don’t feel secure any longer. A chill passes through you; something is not right. Something is not right. You glance about warily, your eyes searching, scanning for any indication, any pointer at danger, at peril. But, as far as the naked eye can see, there is a spindling rainbow of color prancing about, floating teapots and cups, mugs and cutlery, tables and chairs, a bear cub that devours each and every morsel placed within its sights, and you.

You with your frilly, lacy, cloud-puffed dress of sky and sea; of cloud and pearl. You with your glossy piggies, tied up in silky ribbons and balmy pearls, each and every embellishment adorned and studded with rhinestones and pearlescent crystals of many a kind. You with your laced up high thighs, caked in glitter and trimmed with sleek feathers from many a bird. Blue jay’s and robin’s, peacock’s and parrot’s, dove’s and swan’s. That is, until the chair you are sat in jerks to the side, letting you slip from its cushioned seat to fall down, down, down, into the spinning vortex of swaying colors that begin to fade into white’s, and grey’s, before, finally, melding together into nightmarish black’s. And all you can see are your flailing arms, flailing legs, billowing dress, billowing bows and laces and ribbons, swinging piggies, swinging pearls and rhinestones and pearlescent crystals. Until, finally, everything fades into darkness; the dank void, upon its return, envelops you entirely. A blind, deaf girl falling into eternity. Eternity without color; eternity without light; eternity without love, therefore making an eternity without plight.

“Celine!” a familiar voice calls. “Celine! Wake up! We’re going to be late!”

Suddenly, everything shakes. Shakes, and quakes, and utterly breaks upon this violent earth-shattering vibration. The darkness cracks, before shattering, revealing light. Morning light, all too bright for you, you and your midnight eye. That morning light gradually shifts into a gorgeous cyan; a cyan that reveals even further baby-blues, mixed in with creeks and puddles; the smell of chlorine wafts over you, before the darkness fully shatters; a million glass pieces of a once generously adorned mirror, now in splinters.

Water. Water, water, water, rushing in. The waves close in, all around you, pulling you underneath, even as you open your mouth to scream; you kick, and fight, and shriek, but nothing comes out but bubbles and the muffled sounds of a girl wearing a dress that makes her sink, sink, sink.

“Celine! C’mon, sis, get up! Mum’ll have our heads if we’re late!” the voice pleads. It’s all around you now; he’s all around you. The water. The water that reeks of plastic and chlorine and...him. It smells like him. Damien. Your baby brother that you vowed you’d take care of; that you’d always keep safe no matter the cost. And then you see him; and then you’re back in your room, lying in bed, sunlight streaming through the taffy colored lace curtains; and you’re sweet baby brother, Damien, is shaking you violently, begging for you to awaken.

And so you hug him. You sit upright, wrap your arms about him, albeit a tad awkwardly, seeing as how they’re about his neck, about his back, about his head; and you laugh. A happy sound that only he gets to hear because by God, he’s your baby brother, and you love him more than anything. He laughs. He laughs and it’s the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard. He says, “Are you alright? Why’re you crying?” You shake your head and wipe at your face with your sleeves. “I’m fine. I just had a curious dream, is all.” And then he pulls you from bed and rummages through your closet so that he may help you find your uniform, because, Christ, Celine, you really need to clean your wardrobe out; what even are most of these things? They must be cleaned! I’ll take them down to the wash posthaste! And, oh, dear me, Mum didn’t leave us anything to eat! I’ll make us some breakfast! But, you say, “It’s alright, Damien. I’ll take them down to the wash; I’ll find my uniform; I’ll make us some breakfast.”

Damien shakes his head at you. But he’s smiling. Smiling wider than you’ve ever seen him smile. And it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Because he’s your baby brother. And you vow that you’ll always be there for him. No matter what. Because even if you get married to the richest of men, even if you have twenty children and live in a shack because that man divorced you, even if your life is at stake, you’ll always be there. Because he’s your precious baby brother Damien, who’s broken the very same leg three times and, dear God, does he have troubles with his schoolwork, because you know, you’ve always known that his brain works a tad differently from the rest, but that’s okay, because that only makes you love him even more than you already do.

And so, you get ready for school as Damien ties his laces and grabs his knapsack. But not before having a short, uneventful tea party with your bear. Your plush bear with sleek, coffee fur and beady black eyes the size of buttons. Who, for some peculiar reason, seems to have crumbs seemingly imbedded within its fur. Crumbs from crumpets, crumbs from cake, crumbs from brownies and so many other pastries that it’s impossible to name each and every one.

[haven-raven012591]

The real Prince (part one)

I was new backstage and it was my first major job away from home. Really away from home, as in another country away from home. Which to most should have made it more nerve racking but to me I looked at it as an adventure. I had been briefed about who to avoid and when to do so. Most of the roster for New Japan were guys and some were married but the main one I was told to avoid was definitely not married to anything but wrestling. His name was Prince Devitt, ok so that was his ring name but his real name was Fergal Devitt. He was from a small sea side town in Ireland. He didn’t have the red hair that you think of when you think of anyone coming from Ireland would have. He had black hair, not a lot of it mind you since it was shaved on the sides so the only hair he really had was on the crown of his head. He had these amazing blue eyes that looked like they were older than what he was. Now he had been in New Japan for a while before I got there and that was his playground mostly. He was a six time tag team champion, Jr. Heavyweight champion and was now going for the Heavyweight Championship.

         That match was going to happen before I really started with the company but I was there to watch it and let’s just say that the man everyone had warned me about was now my new crush. The pictures that I had been shown did nothing to capture his gorgeousness. It was like a spell had been placed on me and it was something I’m not sure I wanted taken off anytime soon. I started the next week and he was there walking around like he owned the place and that was when I realized that the cocky Prince Devitt I had been warned about was true. When I watched him win the match he seemed confident but now watching him strut up to me was almost a complete turn off….almost. I had to admit seeing him so close and seeing the confidence that was coming off of him in waves was the perfect combination. Confident, cocky, a little arrogant, gorgeous beyond words, a complete professional in the ring.

And what I would come to find out is that off camera without the fans around Prince Devitt was surprisingly quiet and reserved, he was the watcher of the group of friends that he had. On the other hand he was also a complete Fuckboy, god he thought any woman within sniffing distance was his. To call him a dog may have been an understatement. He stood close to me and I moved back. “Personal space please.” I said. He laughed and I rolled my eyes. “I like a challenge.” Devitt said. “I am not one of your little groupies Devitt I work here with you I am a coworker, which means all this arrogant I own the company shit doesn’t work with me.” I said. He smirked and I sighed. “What’s yer name doll?” Devitt asked. I blinked surprised and licked my lips. “It’s, (Y/N).” I said. He smiled and took my hand I stuck out on reflex.

He shook it then kissed it softly. I laughed nervously and licked my lips again. It was like electricity ran up my hand when he touched me and I prayed that only I felt it. Devitt noticed that when he touched (Y/N) that something clicked inside him. “I have to go, your dressing room is down the hall and to the left it’s the last door.” I said and moved passed him. He walked down the hall and I turned the corner and sighed. He was gorgeous and all I wanted was to feel more of him, to feel his kiss. It was bad I had it bad for Prince Devitt. Karl looked at me with knowing eyes as I sighed and gave him the kit to hold. “I’m not a nurse ya know.” I grumbled. Devitt looked up at me and I sighed. “Alright just stay still this time ok.” I sighed and looked at his arm. “Damn Devitt, what did you do put your arm through glass?” I asked looking at him. He looked away from my Hazel eyes. He had for weeks now.

I licked my lips and took out the rag that was in the kit. He winced when I started to clean the scratches. “Ay don’t do that it fucking hurts.” Devitt snapped. I stiffened at his harsh words. “Get someone else to do this I’ve got more important shit to do.” I said and threw the rag in the kit walking out. Fuck him just that was it. All I had done was touch his arm and try to clean the blood off his arm. I stopped dead in my tracks and something so natural happened and I ran back to the dressing room. “Ay fuck Karl that shit hurts worse than what (Y/N) was doing yer gonna fuck my arm up.” Devitt yelled. “Karl go get another rag and a luke warm bottle of water.” I said forcefully and pulled my dark brown hair behind my shoulder. I had been taught that you pull your hair back to do anything. Karl looked at him then at me. “Please Karl I’ll fix the big baby up.” I said. “Oi I’m not a baby.” Devitt growled.

He stood up and I looked at the scratches on his chest as well as his arms. “Karl do as I asked.” I said. He left and I sat in front of Devitt. “I fucked up.” Devitt said. “Yeah no shit.” I said. He let me move close and inspect his wounds as I put my hand on his chest. “Good thing you have a week off or at least ICW can cover up all these scratches with paint spider-man.” I teased. He laughed and looked at my hands. “Yeah.” Devitt said. I just looked at him and looked at the scratches on his neck. “I’m not touching the ones on your neck you can get your girl to do that.” I said harshly. He looked away and I shook my head as Karl came into the room. I washed the scratches on his chest and watched a drop of water roll down his abs and wanted to lick it off him.

I was at a bar listening to the music that I couldn’t understand but it was beautiful. I loved where I worked it was absolutely beautiful the whole country. “I don’t know why yer here when there’s bars ya can understand the music in.” Devitt said. “I like listening to it, it’s beautiful Devitt you’ve been here like 3 years and you don’t speak the language like Karl can but you’re going to pick on me for loving the music.” I said. He sat down and I looked at him and he saw the tear run down my cheek. “What’s wrong?” Devitt asked. “It’s nothing.” I said. He walked off and I got up and went home. “This is so stupid.” I growled as I slammed the door. I changed into my bed clothes and flopped on the bed trying not to think about Devitt. As gorgeous as he was, he was also beginning to make me mad. I liked him more than a lot and it seemed like he liked me as well but then again he didn’t want admit that he could love or like one woman.

Things kept going and it seemed like the universe just wanted to keep throwing me and Devitt together. I was standing backstage in my little black dress with silver accents on it and it was pretty comfortable and I loved it. I had paired it with my combat boots so that if anyone dared to mess with me I could kick the shit out of them. That was what I had told myself anyway but when it actually happened I was kinda taken aback because of the one that it came from. “Hey babe.” Kenny said. I looked over my shoulder moving my long brown hair out of the way and looked at him. My eyes stared into his and I just raised my eyebrow. “I don’t know who you’re calling babe, Omega but it isn’t me.” I said. I didn’t have a very high opinion on him since he came a few months back he just seemed like a cocky little peacock and not in a good way.

“It is you and you know you like it.” Kenny said. “You’re pretty convinced of that to bad your wrong.” I said. I walked off and he followed me. “You’re just too hung up on Devitt.” Kenny said. I turned and looked at him and tilted my head. “And where did you get that idea Omega?” I asked. “I’ve seen you look at him.” Kenny said. “I am one of the only girls that he talks to that work here.” I pointed out. He moved closer and I looked at him. “Personal space Omega now back off or I’ll drop you.” I growled. He grabbed my arm and I slapped him. “Oi, Omega!” Devitt yelled. I smirked and Kenny turned taking me with him. “Let her go.” Devitt growled. I was taken aback by how angry he looked. He was red and panting from his match but those eyes of his said it all. “I think I’ll keep her.” Kenny chuckled. “I am not a fucking toy!” I growled and slapped at his hand on my bicep. “I think you are babe.” Kenny whispered. I dropped the clipboard I held and blinked at him. No one had ever been so vile to me and to say something like that to me when I wasn’t one of those groupies.

Devitt took three steps and Karl stopped him. “You have an interview to do.” Karl reminded him. Devitt moved him and took two more steps and was in Omega’s face. “Are ya the reason she was upset last weekend too?” Devitt accused. Kenny only grinned and looked at Devitt. Kenny’s grip tightened on my arm and I yelped in pain. Devitt grabbed his arm and pushed a pressure point making him release me then he punched him so hard Kenny hit the wall almost going through it. He looked at me and I licked my lips picking up the clipboard. “Devitt you have an interview to get to.” I said my voice still shaking. “I’ll get ta it later.” Devitt said. “They won’t be here later I will be.” I said. He nodded and I walked with him to the interview. He waited while I got my stuff that night. “I want ta know what he said ta ya.” Devitt said. I dropped my keys at that and he picked them up. “That’s not good.” Karl said. I looked at him and then at Devitt.

“Fergal listen what he said is…it’s messed up but I’m not going to be the reason you two fight again.” I said. He gave me my keys and I leaned up kissing his cheek. “I want ta know, I need ta know what he said ta you (Y/N), now.” Devitt said. “He said I was a toy ok you figure out what that means.” I said. He and Karl both growled and I licked my lips. “Ya know what it means yer not some air headed groupie.” Devitt said. “Which is the only thing you seem to want.” I snapped. He blinked at me and Karl walked away like someone had called him. “Tat isn’t all I want.” Devitt said. “Oh, no then how come your relationships don’t last longer than maybe two month’s?” I asked. He smirked and I rolled my eyes. “I get bored easily.” Devitt said. I laughed at that, he did and I knew that but on the other hand I wanted something with him and I wanted it longer than two months too.

We walked out and that night I went out with him and his boys just hanging out like friends do sometimes. It was a blast just sitting and listening to them all talk about what they wanted to happen and what they didn’t want to happen. Every now and then Devitt would look at me and smile a little. He was the one that was the quietest of the group and it was nice. The way he could turn it turn it on and off was a nice thing to know about him. He was loud and could trash talk with the best of him but the one thing that he did that made him more endearing to me was that he let what he did in the ring speak for itself. The Bullet club went onto become one of the most dominate factions in New Japan. I was just happy to know the guys and to know that I was safe from anyone that wanted to hurt me with them around.

Kenny waited for maybe a month before he tried again. “I know you love that cocky little prince.” Kenny said. I turned and rolled my eyes at him again. Go away Kenny just go away and that cocky little prince as you call him will have no added cause to kick your ass again.” I said on a smirk. He laughed and I just walked away. He grabbed me and I gasped as he shoved me into the wall this time so he was face to face with me. He was trying to kiss me when I head butted him and then he slapped me. “Listen you little slut if you can fuck him then you can fuck all the top talent.” Kenny said. I laughed and shoved at his chest hard. “I haven’t fucked Devitt you dipshit he has others to do that for him.” I said and scratched down Kenny’s face. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I froze as he gripped the lace of my red dress I had on. “Kenny stop please just stop.” I pleaded.

I panted hard as he laughed and licked his lips ripping my dress. Devitt, Luke and Karl came around the corner talking and laughing. I waited for one of them to notice and when Devitt’s ocean blue eyes met my hazel ones I saw them go from warm to ice in a split second. He was there and Kenny was being held by Luke while Devitt unloaded on him. I was in Karl’s Arms shaking hard and he was watching and smirking as his friend told Kenny how they expected me to be treated. I found my voice and went to Devitt touching his back. “Stop Fergal, please.” I said softly. He turned and looked at me then back at Kenny. “If I ever see ya put yer hands on her again I’ll end ya Omega.” Devitt said. I stared at Devitt and he took my hand and led me away. “If ya ever run into that piece of shit again ya scream for me ya understand, (Y/N) I don’t give a fuck what anyone says if I’m not here ya yell for Karl or Luke ya understand?” Devitt asked. I only nodded and then he held me against his chest. “I need ta hear ya say ya understand.” Devitt whispered. “I understand Fergal.” I breathed. He held me closer and I started crying hard.

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[dctuk]

10 Calming Colours for your Home Office

Creating a space that you actually want to relax & focus in involves more than selecting comfy furniture. The paint you choose for your walls is just as important. If your walls are loud and vibrant, it's going to do nothing for your stress level. Take some inspiration from these calming rooms—they might just inspire you to pick up a paint brush and mellow out. Oh and when that's all set, light your favourite candle and the work will flow out of you.

1. Light Blue

We all know how calming the colour blue is, it imitates the natural calming areas of the world, the sea and the sky, but have you ever thought about painting your office blue? It looks almost like you're gazing at the sky on a cloudless day. What's more serene than that? I have picked out some light blue shades that I think are truly gorgeous!  Budget - B&Q - Clontarf Matt  Mid-range - Dulux - Blue Babe

High End - Graham & Brown - CIELO MATT 

2. Blush

My fave!! A blush-painted room filled with plants and natural decor screams relaxation. It's the perfect space to sit back and get lost in a good book. A home office doesn't just have to be a home office!My favourite shade of blush ever is Dulux Heritage - Blossom. This is a high-end paint, but most definitely worth it! Below are some cheaper options.

Budget - Dunelm - Rose Matt

Mid Range - Dulux - Blush Pink

3. Sage Green

Choosing a muted sage green will make any space feel tranquil and it's super on trent at the moment too!

Budget - Wilko - Sage Silk Mid-range - Dulux - Tranquil Dawn

High End - Graham & Brown - ACCRINGTON ROAD MATT

4. Beige / Neutrals

Will beige ever not look good?! Calming and chic, a neutral room is something you cannot get wrong! Here's some of my favourite shades.

Budget - B&Q - Santo Domingo Mid-range - Johnstones - Chapel Stone

High End - Dulux Heritage - Setting Stone

5. Lilac

Choose a purple with grey undertones, like lilac, so it doesn't feel too bold and vibrant. For accents, use creams and blues too!

Budget - B&Q - Hokkaido Silk Mid-range - Dulux - Lavender Quartz 

High End - Lick - Purple 01

6. Teal

The perfect mix between blue & green, a teal room can brighten it up and also calm you down! Top Tip! Put gold with Teal to get that rich luxurious look.

Budget - Home Base - Teal  Mid-range - Dunelm - Peacock Eggshell 

High End - Graham & Brown - Jewel In the Crown 

7. Soft Grey

You cannot go wrong with a grey! A colour that goes with everything! Pair it with some natural wood elements and you have a gorgeous scandavian office by just a lick of paint! My fave grey shades are below.

Budget - Home Base - Teal  Mid-range - Dunelm - Peacock Eggshell 

High End - Graham & Brown - Jewel In the Crown 

8. Dark Green

A dark green will make you feel like you're relaxing among nature, whether it's a park or the jungle.

Budget - B&Q - Milltown Matt Mid-range - Dunelm - Emerald Matt 

High End - COAT paints - Ditch The Tie Flat Matt | Very Dark Green Paint | COAT Paints

9. Dark Blue

Blue is the meaning of calm, but why not opt for a deep blue and pair it with rust furniture and natural woods or even opt for gold accents to give that 'rich' feel.

Budget - Wilko's - After Hours Matt Mid-range - Dunelm -  Luxe Navy Matt

High End - Graham & Brown - BRAVE MATT

10. Off White

Not too bright not too dark, the off white paint is a perfect option as you can pair almost any colour with it and if you ever want to switch up colours you can too!

Budget - Wikes - Victorian White Mid-range - Dulex -  Summer Linen

High End - Farrow & Ball - Off White

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Wedding Date: Part 1

Pairings: Stripper!Chris Pratt x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 5,707

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

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Every time you looked at the wedding invitation in your hand, you honestly felt sick to your stomach. The fact that she even invited you to the wedding blew your mind but the fact that she and your mother FORCED you to be the maid of honor… it was sickening.

“It’s not gunna change shape if you keep staring at it.” Your friend, Scott said as he purposely set a shot of vodka down on the invitation, even more purposely spilling a bit of it onto the ‘eggshell white and peacock blue’ color scheme. You glanced up at the bartender and let go of the card stock.

“I still maintain that she was put on this Earth to make my life miserable.” Scott tapped his nose in agreement as the women in the crowd of the strip club you were in screamed for the next act. You didn’t even look over your shoulder anymore, you just threw back your shot and snapped for another one.

You were the only woman in the entire building that wasn’t drooling over the half naked man behind you; the novelty of it wore off a long time ago. That’s what you get when your best friend (and really one of your only friends) is the bartender.

“What I don’t understand is how your own sister can marry your ex boyfriend after he cheated on you.” You tapped your nose as he poured you another shot.

“My mother says it’s my ‘blood duty’ to stand by her side, too.” You picked up your shot glass and held it in front of you with a smirk. “Here’s to hoping I don’t spill blood while doing my blood duty.” He picked up his glass of water and held it up to your shot glass.

“I’ll drink to that.” You both threw back your drinks as yet another dancer made his way up onto the stage. You still didn’t turn around as Scott poured you a coke so you’d be able to eventually drive when you were done hanging out.

“Are you sure you can’t come with me?” You asked sadly as you tilted your glass to splash the dark brown liquid on your ex-boyfriend’s name. You looked up at Scott’s sigh as he leaned on the bar in front of you.

“You know Stacy is due that weekend, (Y/N).” You nodded and ran your fingers through your long, brown hair.

“I know.” You sighed as tears stung your eyes. You ran your finger in a circle on the lip of your cup. “I just don’t want to have to do this alone, ya know? It’s bad enough my own fucking sister…” Your words caught in your throat and you shook your head. “It’s just a shitty situation.” He nodded as he leaned on the bar next to you and sighed.

“I know, babe, it really is. And you know if I didn’t have husband duties myself, I’d be there for you in a heartbeat, no questions asked.” You nodded as you took a big swig of your soft drink, missing the smile that spread across your friends face. “I know who you can take.” You glanced over at him as the woman began cheering again. Scott smirked over at you before pointing to the man who had just walked on stage.

Chris Pratt was the most popular stripper at the Candy Bowl; the best male strip club off the strip that always beat out even Thunder Down Under AND the Chippendales on a good night but never got the callouts at hotels like the others did. You totally understood why he was the favorite; he was six foot two with gorgeous green eyes and short brown hair. He always wore tight white shirts and sweats that left NOTHING to the imagination and you honestly believed his muscles had muscles.

“Are you crazy?!” You snapped as you turned toward the stage to watch him dance. “There is no way…”

“Hire him.” Your head whipped back toward your friend who shrugged. “Look, I’ve known him for years; he’s a good guy. But I know how you are. It’s all business with Miss Lawyer butt.” You glanced over at him out of the corner of your eye and rolled your eyes, causing him to chuckle. “I’m serious. He acts like your boyfriend for the week of festivities, you shell out a couple grand and you guarantee that you don’t end up alone at the wedding.” Your head tilted to the side as you watched Chris’ hips rock to the music on the stage. You had to admit, while it was absolutely insane, it wasn’t a half bad idea. With a scoff, you turned back toward the bar.

“I need another fucking shot for this shit.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So this is my situation.” You explained as you sat back stage after Chris’ set. You forced yourself to not look at him as he sat in his skimpy bottoms and counted out the money he made that night as if it were no big deal. “I have a wedding in two weeks that I have no choice  but to participate in. My idiot sister is marrying my ex-boyfriend. Now, I’ve been single for nearly nine years since they got together and I have…”

“My name is Chris.” You looked over at him as he sat in his chair and stared at you. “Do I even get to know your name before I let you go on?” A blush raced across your face as you crossed your legs and looked away.

“(Y/N). Now I would like…”

“Look at me.” You growled and looked back over at him as your face turned a deeper shade of scarlet. “Sorry but just because I’m nearly naked doesn’t give you the right to be disrespectful.” You nodded and cleared your throat.

“M-my proposition is this. A week long, all expenses paid trip to Italy and five thousand dollars for your time. You pretend to be my significant other and…” Your words were cut off as he burst out laughing.

“So… so you want to… hire me… to be your boyfriend for a weeding? Damn, never heard that one before.” You scoffed and got up from your chair.

“Just forget it.” You headed to the door, mumbling about how you were going to kill Scott, when Chris grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He said as he took a step back. “It’s just… I’ve heard a lot of shit in my days doing this but this kinda takes the cake.” You nodded as tears welled in your eyes.

“I-I-I wouldn’t ask… if I…” He nodded and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey. I get it, OK. I’ll help you.” You nodded your head and looked away, unable to face your reality.

“I assume you don’t own a suit.” You harshly brushed your tears away and forced yourself to look back at him. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon. I’ll take you to my guy to fix that. Do you have a passport?” He shook his head, realizing it was not the time to get smart with you and you nodded. “I’ll make some calls and we’ll get it taken care of tomorrow.” Without another word, you turned on your heels and walked out of his dressing room so he wouldn’t see the fresh wave of tears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in the middle of Giorgio Armani with a cup of espresso in your hand as Armando, the man who always did your father’s suits measure your wedding date. You had a giant book of available suits and colors on your lap and you were trying to figure out which ones would match the dresses you already had.

“He’s a tall one. Muscular, too.” Armando said in Italian with a laugh. You looked up at the two men as you leaned your arm on the book.

“Do you still have that suit that you did for daddy for my graduation?” Armando glanced over at you and nodded slowly.

“I believe we do but I don’t know if that can be ordered that fast. Your friend is a little too tall.” You nodded in understanding as you looked back down at the book.

“You speak Italian?” Chris asked as you grabbed a sticky note and stuck it on a page of another suit you liked.

“That among others.” You looked up at him with a small smile. “You don’t have to pretend to get to know me.”

“What if I want to get to know you?” He cut you off with his eyebrow raised. You shook your head as you set your small coffee cup down on the table next to you.

“I’m not worth it.” He shook his head and stepped off the platform he was on to walk over to you.

“You are worth it. You just can’t see it yet. That, honey is my real job.” You rolled your eyes at him, instantly regretting it as your eyes landed on the skin tight wife beater he had on. You couldn’t rip your eyes away from his washboard abs and he chuckled. “You can touch it if you want. You are paying for it.” He whispered. You caught yourself and forced your eyes to his.

“You couldn’t get me to touch your abs for a million dollars, honey.” He nodded slowly as he studied you with the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen.

“Well then. Better remove the temptation.” With a small shake of his head, he stood up and walked back to the platform with a new determination in his heart to get you to see what he did in you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So what was the name of your childhood puppy?” You glanced over at Chris as he leaned against the counter while you paid for the four suits you were rush ordering and the half dozen or so button down dress shirts and ties.

“Pongo.” He had been playing this game for the last hour; asking you everything from favorite color to least favorite season just trying to get you to open up. You were reluctant at first to answer but found that the longer you held out and ignored him, the more he turned on what you now referred to as his ‘heartbreaking puppy eyes’. Those, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore.

“Mine was Bandana. He was all black except for this white triangle that looked like a bandana. Corny, right?” You shook your head as you signed the receipt, not even looking at the cost.

“Cute. Typical kid name, ya know?” He nodded as he picked up the bags of his new shirts and followed you out the door.

“Favorite ice cream?” You stopped and looked up at him as he nearly collided into you.

“Are you ever gunna quit?”

“Are you gunna loosen up and stop looking at this like a business deal and start looking at it like a possibly enjoyable experience?” You shook your head as you tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’ll stop when that happens.”

“Good luck with that.” You said as you turned on your heel and headed toward where your car was. You heard him laugh as he followed after you.

“I have faith. There’s something about you, (Y/N). It’s just a matter of you seeing it, too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know, I’m just a regular person just like everyone else. I just… you know, take my clothes off for a living where as you… don’t.” You glanced over at Chris in the back of the town car with a laugh as he shrugged. “Exotic dancer, lawyer. Same thing.”

“To-may-to, to-mah-to, I see it.” He laughed and nodded.

“If I had it my way…” He said as he leaned against the car door to look at you. “I’d open a dog rescue.” He looked down at his hands and shrugged his shoulder. “You’re actually making that dream possible.” He looked back up at you with a handsome, genuine smile. “Thanks for that, by the way. I’m sorry it’s such shitty circumstances but… I’m glad I’m helping you as much as you’re helping me.” He shrugged his shoulder and leaned back against the door once more. “Just gotta find a co-signer for the building and Romeo’s Redemption Animal Rescue is in business.” You nodded your head as you turned toward him.

“We pull this off where no one questions us, I’ll co-sign for you.” A smile lit up his face, making the gold around the pupils of his green eyes sparkle.

“You don’t have to do that.” He said despite the fact that his eyes told you he was grateful for the offer. You simply shrugged as your car pulled up to the Las Vegas airport.

“It’s like Scott said at the bar.” You looked away from him as you grabbed your purse and your carry-on bag. “You helping me is better than going to a wedding alone. Might as well return the favor.” You went to put the bag on your shoulder but he gently took the strap from you.

“I got it.” You looked back over your shoulder and he smirked. “What kinda boyfriend makes his girl carry the bags?” You couldn’t help but smile as you passed him the bag.

“Alright, Casanova. You win.”

——

“So, I have this.” You said as you pulled a manilla folder from your bag. “Figured since we have five hours on this flight and eight on the next we could…” Your words were cut off as you looked over at Chris. His eyes were wide open with child like wonder as he pushed the buttons on the screen in front of him. “Pssst.” His smile dropped and he looked over at you like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“I’ll make you a deal.” You said carefully as you handed him the envelope with a smile. “You humor me and learn slash answer these questions on this flight and I will leave you be on the next flight where first class is even better. That one’s seat’s lay down into beds so you can sleep the whole flight.”

“You know you’re ruining flying for me.” He said as he opened the envelope and pulled out the few pages. “Because I have so many places to fly to since this is my first time flying and all.” He cleared his throat loudly and pretended to adjust a nonexistent tie as you put your hand on the side of your face to hide your blush from the last few people boarding the plane.

“Etwas interessantes, um meiner familie von dir zu erzählen.” Your head whipped over toward him as he glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye. “Yea, I speak German fluently. Something interesting to tell your family.” You smiled and nodded.

“I am fluent in Italian as you know, French, and Portuguese. Just so you know a little about me, too.” He nodded as you handed him a pen so he could mark off the first question off the list.

“How did we meet?” He lowered the paper and cocked an eye brow at you. “What, strip club is too… low class for you?”

“Look at the next one.” You said as you moved his hand down so you could point to question three. “‘Are you really comfortable being introduced as Chris the stripper?’” You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Look, if you think a lawyer would be embarrassed to be dating a stripper, don’t be. You’re freaking gorgeous and no matter what your girlfriend does for a living she’d be lucky to have you. You have the option here to say you are anything you wanna be, including a dog rescuer.” He nodded as the pilot made the announcement that you were getting ready to take off. You sat back in your seat a bit but stayed facing Chris.

“Chris the dog rescuer. I really do like the sound of that.” You nodded in agreement as he looked over at you. “So how about, we met through our mutual friend Scott who I went to high school with. And I’m opening a dog rescue and I work at a bar off the strip. That way neither of us are technically lying. I would love to get rid of the stripper title, honestly.” You nodded in understanding as he crossed the two questions off the list.

“Remember what I said at the club, if you are uncomfortable with any of this, just tell me.”

“I know.” He picked the paper up and looked at the next question. “Go to karaoke song?” You sighed and nodded.

“Unfortunately, my sister thinks she is amazing at karaoke so we will be forced to endure at least one night of it.” He smirked as he crossed the question off the list.

“Just tell her I’d rather strip at the bachelorette party.” He glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye. “Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton or any thing by Tim McGraw.” You sighed in relief.

“Thank God, you’re a country boy. A man of my own heart.” He nodded as he looked over at you before closing his eyes as the plane took off. “Mine’s ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’ by Shania Twain.” You said as you put your fingers in his palm under his thumb. His body tensed as he grabbed your hand like it was a life raft. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he held his breath.

“I don’t like it.” He said as he shook his head.

“It’s almost done.” He nodded and gripped your hand tighter for a few moments before the plane leveled off. “See, you’re done. And you only have to do it three more times and then never again if you don’t want to.” He groaned as he loosened his grip on your hand only slightly but he didn’t let it go. With a nod, he picked the list back up and took a deep, steadying breath.

“‘What makes you feel most alive?’ Not fucking flying, that’s for sure.” He absentmindedly began to tap his thumb on the back of your hand as he looked at the ceiling. “Honestly, making people smile. Whether that may be because of my dancing, or when I volunteer on those puppy adoption days outside the pet stores.” He glanced over at you. “Oh yea, I do that, too if I’m not at work or out with friends. I try to volunteer with them once a month. That’s why I want to open a rescue.”

“Damn, you’re just like a saint, aren’t you?” He chuckled and shook his head as he fiddled with your fingers.

“I am so far from a saint.” He blushed as he looked down at your entwined hands before he carefully let you go and pulled his hand back. “Sorry.” You shrugged as he looked back up at you.

“We’re supposed to be a couple, right? Might as well get used to pretending.” He nodded and picked up the paper in one hand and your hand in the other. He laced his fingers with yours and you couldn’t help they way your stomach flipped.

“Alright, next question.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“OK, so Tara is your sister. She’s marrying the prick named Rick.” You nodded in confirmation as Chris listed off the members of your family he would need to know as your boyfriend on his fingers. “Your mom, who we don’t like, is Sara Beth, step dad, who is alright, is Daniel, your favorite parent is your dad, Doug, your step mom aka the trophy wife we aren’t a fan of but who we tolerate is Anne…” He glanced over at you and shook his head. “Lot of freaking people.”

“Yea, imagine what it’s like to go through Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“Yea, I bet. That’s why I’m glad my parents are still together. Then we have the quiet baby of the family, Keith, his high school sweetheart, kind wife Melissa and their three kids, Kyle, Emily and… John?”

“James.” You yawned as he draped his arm over your shoulder. He pulled you into his side and instinctively kissed the top of your head as the cab driver brought you to your hotel. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as the slights of your favorite city in the world flew past the window.

“This is where I wanted to get married.” You said softly. You felt Chris’ arm tighten around you as you continued. “We traveled a lot growing up. I always loved Rome so much. Tara…” Your tears fell on his shirt and jeans as he rested his cheek on the top of your head in silent support. “She always used to say she wanted to get married in Paris… until Rick… those two managed to take… everything.” You felt Chris’ arm move to yours and he gently sat you up and turned you toward him.

“They didn’t take everything, sweetheart.” He said gently as he reached up to brush your tears away. “They didn’t take your smile, I’ve seen that plenty of times in the past… I think it’s been 24 hours but I don’t even know what time zone we’re in any more so I could be a little off on that.” You huffed a laugh as a small smile spread across your face. He returned the smile and pointed at you.

“See, there it is. They didn’t take that. They didn’t take your kind heart because if they did, you wouldn’t have agreed to help me with my rescue. They didn’t take away your…. Um… your voice unless I learned how to read lips really well somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.” Your smile got bigger as a giggle slipped from your lips and he shrugged. “Yea, so I’m reaching here. But look, they didn’t take anything from you. If anything, they set you free. Obviously, the prick is a piece of shit and your sister… well, I know she’s family but I’m sorry to say, she’s a shitty person, too. And you deserve more than that, ya know?” You nodded in agreement as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Besides, if you had married the prick then how would we have met? I bet I am much more fun than that douchebag on my worst day. I am a stripper after all. I got moves.” You giggled and nodded as he moved his hand away from your chin and pulled you back into his side. “And I hold your hand when we fly. Bet he didn’t do that.” You burst out laughing and looked up him through your lashes.

“I wouldn’t be proud of that if I were you.” He shrugged his shoulder, purposely bouncing your head.

“I am very proud of that. That’s boyfriend status right there.” You rolled your eyes and sat up as the cab pulled up to the curb of the Hotel de Russie. You thanked the cab driver and paid him as Chris grabbed the bags from the floor. You didn’t even have the cab door open for two seconds before the shrill shriek of your step-mother’s voice screaming your name woke you up better than any cup of coffee could. You looked over at the young, 5 foot tall, bottle blonde with massive fake tits curtesy of your father and groaned to yourself.

“You’re finally here!” She squealed as she dropped her ever present Virginia Slim on the ground and ran over in her higher than sky-high heels. You braced for impact as she practically threw herself into your arms. “Oh, I’ve missed you!”

“Hi Anne.” You said calmly as you tried to pull away from her death grip. It took her a moment before she got the hint and let you go. She pouted out her bottom lip and put her hand on your shoulder.

“Oh sweetheart. This should be your wedding…”

“Anne, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Chris.” You stepped away from the cab to let Chris out. You smirked as you watched Anne’s jaw drop.

“Well I’ll be damned.” She whispered as she took a step forward. “Look at you, handsome.” She reached her hand up to touch his chest but you side stepped in front of her.

“My daddy inside?” You asked sweetly as Chris put his hands on your hips and stepped around you to grab the bags from the back. You watched her watch him for a moment before she nodded at you.

“Yea, he’s inside. You’re the last to arrive other than your cousin, Julie.” You nodded as you glanced over at Chris. With a dismissive smile back at Anne, you stepped over to your date and laced your arm with his.

“They’ll take care of the bags, honey.” He glanced down at you as he set your last suitcase on the cart. You handed the employee a decent tip and gently led Chris toward the door.

“This is insane.” He said as his eyes danced around the lobby. You looked up at him and your feet stopped walking at the look of shock and fear on his face. He looked down at you and shook his head. “I don’t belong here.” You quickly glanced around and pulled him over to a empty bench along one of the walls. You both sat down and you took his hands in yours.

“You do belong here.” You told him softly as you laced his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hands tightly as he looked up at you. “You belong here with me. We’re the two misfits of the party, remember?” He nodded slowly as you moved both his hands into yours so you could cup his cheek.

“Look, you’re tired, you’re out of your element, I get that. But I brought you here for a reason. I have zero intention of leaving your side for longer than a bathroom break, OK. And think of it like this, your like that guy from the Titanic; Leonardo DiCaprio. Yea I’m gunna drag ya to some fancy-schmancy rich people shit but you can bet your ass I’m showing you my favorite dive bar. We got this, you and me.” He nodded as the fear almost completely disappeared slightly from his eyes.

“Yea… yea, we got this.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before standing up to head over to the desk. Chris kept his hand laced with yours as if you would disappear if he let go. You got the two of you checked in to your Executive Suite; opting to take one that was a floor above the rest of the wedding party and a room facing the Pincio for your guest. You headed to your room quickly in hopes that you wouldn’t run into any of your family just yet and breathed a sigh of relief when you heard the door close behind you.

“Think you could rush me here any faster?” Chris teased. You smirked up at him as his jaw dropped at the view. “Oh, my God… Look at this!” With a nod, you followed him past the bathroom and the bedroom to the lounge. “This… this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.” You leaned on the wall of the hallway for only a moment to watch your new friend open the floor to ceiling glass doors overlooking the city before the hotel staff knocked on the door with your bags.

“I got it.” You said with a smile as you turned around to let the ‘kid in a candy store’ enjoy the view you had seen plenty of times before. You pulled open the room door to let the bellhop in and your jaw dropped. “Daddy?”

“Think you have enough luggage, princess?” You giggled as you jumped into his arms.

“I blame my daddy for spoiling me all these years.” He set you down and pouted as he walked into your room so the hotel staff could begin unpacking your luggage.

“Well my little Queen deserves the very, very best.” He held up a bottle of vodka and a liter of coke as you headed toward the lounge. “Figured you need this as much as I do.”

“No. Way.” You glanced up at Chris as he pointed at your dad. “That’s…” A blush crept across your face and you nodded.

“Yea, my daddy was the drummer for CCR.”

“We don’t talk about it. Ever.” Your dad said as he sat down next to you on the couch. “Asshats don’t deserve the time of day.” Chris nodded as he sat down on a chair right next to you. Doug poured three shots and passed them out with a giant smile. “Here’s to the fact that my pride and joy isn’t the one marrying that fucking tool this weekend.” Chris snorted as the three of you touched glasses and tossed back the strong liquor. Your dad chuckled as he poured another round.

“So where did you pick this one up?” You glanced over at Chris with a smirk.

“Strip club.” You watched your date blanch as you sat back on the couch. “You should see him dance. Best in Vegas.”

“Wait…” Chris started and Doug held up his hand to stop him.

“Im guessing if my daughter never told you who I was, then you don’t have the full story on our family dynamic yet.” He handed Chris a shot and shrugged as he looked over at you. “Parents aren’t supposed to pick favorites but (Y/N) is definitely mine. Her bother and sister, shit I’m not even 100% positive they’re mine. My lyin’ ex was quite the floozy.”

“Daddy.” You said warningly as you looked over at him. He simply rolled his eyes, handed you a shot to essentially shut you up and continued.

“Now my baby girl here, she’s all me. No doubt in my mind. Her mother and I were just starting to get rocky when we had her. I used to bring her everywhere with my like those rich sluts with those damn pocket dogs. She was my little Queen. I gave her the world and then some and my wife wasn’t a fan. For five years, Sara Beth was jealous of her own daughter before she had Tara, hoping that I would share my love again. Only problem is…” He pointed up at his hair. “I’m a brunette. So how’d I make a blonde baby girl?”

“Daddy…” You warned again as he threw back his shot and poured another round.

“I did right by Tara. Claimed her as mine, same with Keith and I love all three of my kids… But in my mind, (Y/N) is my only child. Her mother has always been jealous of her which is why this fucking monstrosity of a wedding is happening and why my little Queen is forced to be the maid of honor to her stuck up sister and her piece of shit ex. Fucking bitch.” He tossed back another shot and gestured at you. He exhaled the fumes and got up to get cups for the soda from the bar. “Now, I talk to my little Queen every single day. If she was dating someone, I’d’a known about it. Last I knew, she was coming alone but I guessed I missed the memo that you’d found a date.”

“It was changed literally last minute. I… um…” You glanced over at Chris, slightly embarrassed to admit it and he gave you a small smile.

“We came up with a friendly business arrangement.” He said carefully. “She needed a date, I needed someone with clout to sign for a dog rescue I want to open.” Your dad nodded as he pushed two glasses of soda across the table and leaned back on the couch.

“You help my baby girl with this and consider yourself financially backed for the first year you’re open. Anyone who helps my little Queen is helping me and deserves the help in return.” He sat forward and stuck his hand out to Chris. “Thank you.” Chris blushed and nodded.

“Thank you, sir. (Y/N)’s definitely one of a kind.” Doug chuckled and nodded as he leaned back and put his arm on the back of the couch behind you.

“That she is, son. That she is.” He reached down and twirled a strand of your brown hair around his finger before letting it fall against your messy bun. He leaned forward to grab his soda. “So what’s the story?”

“The truth. Met him through Scott at the bar he works at off the strip and he’s opening a dog rescue.”

“That way we keep it as close to the truth as possible.” Chris chimed in.

“Sounds good to me. No holes.” All three of you nodded. “So I assume you two want take a nap and freshen up? What do you say dinner with just the four of us tonight at that little local place you like.” You couldn’t stop the scowl that crossed your face as you looked over at him.

“Does she have to come with us?” Your dad’s face hardened slightly as he looked over at you.

“You be nice, missy. Anne is a nice woman.”

“Who will lose a hand if she tries to touch my date again.” Your dad sighed.

“Yea, she’s still touchy feely and she’s still an airhead but that woman sucks like a Hoover.”

“Daddy!” You screeched as Chris choked on his drink. Doug chuckled as he stood up and kissed your forehead.

“What?” He shook Chris’ hand once more and headed toward the hall. “I’ll come get you for dinner at 6.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself and Chris another shot as the sound of your dad’s slightly sloppy Italian floated down the hall and out the door as he tipped the staff for you.

“I’m gunna need a whole bucket of this shit to get that fucking image out of my head.”

Part 2

[lazyfox411]

My first fic!!?

Haha so here’s a short klance sickfic, it’s the first that I’ve ever actually finished and posted! I’m hoping to write and post more over the summer, so we’ll see how that goes! Thanks to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for beta reading and being a good supportive friend

7pm. 7:01. 7:02. 7:03….

It wasn’t unusual for someone to be late, was it? No, not at all. Especially by just three minutes. But Keith was always on time. He was never late, not even by one minute. Lance felt his stomach twist with concern for his boyfriend.

At 7:05 Lance was about to pull out his phone and send Keith a text when a familiar red car pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He grabbed his jacket and quickly locked up before rushing down the hall and descending the stairs. He had to take a moment to compose himself before leaving the building, realizing he’d run down three flights of stairs and almost tripped four times. Keith probably already thought he was silly, and showing up for a date all giddy and disheveled certainly wasn’t going to help. He smoothed his hair, checked his breath and straightened his jacket, and pushed open the glass door. The flush hadn’t left his cheeks, but with Keith so near it rarely did.

Keith was waiting, leaned against the hood of his car and looking absentmindedly at a single red rose held between his fingertips. Lance had to make a conscious effort not to stop dead in his tracks. He would never get used to just how gorgeous Keith was. Standing there in his leather jacket and a beanie, eyes sparkling and mouth tilted into a small sideways smile, he was both stunning and roguishly adorable.

“Hey,” Lance said, willing his voice not to crack.

“Hey, Lance.” Keith’s smile widened, and he offered Lance the rose. “I guess one rose is a little cheesy and cheap, but—”

“It’s beautiful and I love it,” Lance said as he accepted it. “Just like you.” Now it was Keith’s turn to blush.

Once they were settled in the car and cruising down the street, Lance expected the nervous, queasy feeling in his stomach to go away. So far, it hadn’t.

“I’m sorry I was a little late,” Keith said, popping in a CD they both liked. “Traffic is crazy bad Friday nights.”

“It’s okay,” Lance said with a teasing grin, “I wasn’t worried. It was only like, what? Five minutes?” And thirty seconds, he added silently.

Keith smirked. “You were about to send the FBI after me, weren’t you?”

“No!” Lance feigned indignance. “Though, I may have had to call off a small search party when you pulled up.”

Keith chuckled fondly, taking Lance’s slender hand in one of his own, the other kept firmly on the wheel as they stopped at a red light. He hadn’t been lying about the traffic; the intersection was still packed with cars, trucks, and buses, drivers all eager to go home after a long day of work. Keith was just eager to have dinner with his boyfriend. He and Lance had finally both had a night off, and they’d decided to spend it together. He glanced over at Lance to find a frown etched upon his delicate face.

“Everything okay?” Keith asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Lance answered quickly, “I’m fine. Just had a long day. It’ll be nice to relax.”

“Okay. If there was something wrong though, you’d tell me?”

Lance nodded. “I’m fine, really. The light’s green,” he added, snapping Keith’s attention back on the road. He was fine. Really. Maybe just a little off. But fine. He would probably feel better once he ate something.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Keith was endearingly gentlemanly, opening doors and confidently stating they had a reservation under “Kogane,” an arm around Lance’s waist. Their waiter led them to a table close to the doors, and Lance was thankful for the constant flow of fresh air. They ordered, and while they waited they talked, lightly kicking each other’s feet under the table and making origami out of napkins. Lance stared, starry-eyed, as Keith animatedly told him about his day working in the music store downtown. It was so easy to get lost in Keith’s soft laughter and gentle grins.

“So, what about you?” Keith asked. “You said you had a long day, how was work?”

Lance groaned as dramatically as possible. “Borderline apocalyptic. We were way understaffed. At least three people are out with the flu, and so I had to cover almost all their responsibilities. If I had to choose between that and getting trampled by a horse, I would seriously consider the horse.”

“Sounds rough,” Keith said sympathetically, just as their waiter appeared with their plates.

Dinner was enjoyable. The food was good, even if Lance wasn’t very hungry. He tried to at least eat something; he didn’t want Keith getting suspicious. Because there was nothing wrong. Everyone had an off day now and then.

The drive home was less enjoyable. A thick rain had set in, driving hard against the roof of the car with heavy thuds. Keith nearly had a heart attack when he realized one of the back windows was open and half his car interior was drenched. His loud, sudden curse and frantic button pushing had Lance panicking, and after they settled down Lance spent the rest of the trip with his head leaned on the window, trying to slow his heart rate, breath fogging the glass that was already warped from the downpour.

Keith pulled an umbrella from the trunk, escorting Lance to his apartment building under a safe bubble of rain protection. “I didn’t know it was going to rain tonight,” he said as they climbed the stairs.

“Me either.” Lance fumbled with his keys and pushed open the door. The first clap of thunder boomed outside as he hung up his jacket. Rain hammered on the windows. It cast eerie shadows along the length of the room, making Lance shiver. “Maybe…you could stay the night?” he suggested hopefully. He liked rain, loved it, but paired with thunder and flashes of lightning, it was just lonely.

“Sure.” Keith flopped down on the couch and flicked on the TV. “You want to watch a movie or something?”

Lance had to force himself to speak clearly and not mumble. The journey up the stairs had taken about all he had, and he was exhausted. “I dunno. I’m kinda tired. You can watch something if you want, but I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“Alright,” Keith said, already typing ‘Transformers’ into the search bar. Lance chuckled. They both had a thing for giant robots.

Sleep should have come easily, but the more Lance tried to drift off, the more he tossed and turned. His limbs felt like lead, being dragged into the mattress. His stomach squirmed and growled, but he wasn’t hungry at all. He’d barely been able to finish dinner, and the mere thought of eating now made him curl in on himself.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed (though it was presumably the length of at least one giant robot movie) before Keith wriggled into bed next to him, clad in Lance’s pyjamas and drowsily brushing hair from his face. Keith gradually scooted closer, wrapping his arms and legs around Lance in prime cuddle position. The steady sound of Keith’s heartbeat finally lulled him to sleep.

Lance didn’t really know what woke him up, but one thing was for sure, he felt ten times worse. He looked blearily at the clock. 2am.

He knew from experience that it was always best to tell someone when you weren’t feeling well. Lack of doing so resulted in one of his least favourite memories: collapsing in the peacock habitat on his fifth-grade class trip to the zoo. Ever since the traumatic experience of being feverish and surrounded by blue plumage and angry squawking, he’d done his best not to keep it a secret when he was feeling under the weather. Besides, hadn’t he told Keith he would let him know if something was wrong?

“Keith. Keeeith,” Lance whispered, poking his boyfriend’s forehead.

“What,” Keith mumbled through a yawn, “what is it?”

“I don’t feel good.”

Keith seemed to snap awake, disentangling himself from the mess of blankets and Lance. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“My stomach hur—” Before Lance could finish, he felt his gut lurch. He jolted from the bed, stumbling blindly down the hallway and into the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the cool porcelain with clammy hands. Keith followed him, flicking on the lights and kneeling down to gently rub Lance’s back as nausea overtook him and heaves began to rock his entire body. Even after the vomiting spell was over, he was still shaking and sweating uncontrollably. He fell back against Keith, burying his face in Keith’s chest to try and stop the sniffling and hiccoughs that wracked his own slim frame.

“Shhh,” Keith soothed, running his hand through Lance’s hair, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Lance moaned into Keith’s t-shirt.

“You’re alright, babe. I think you just have a little stomach bug, is all. You probably caught it from one of your coworkers. Hey, do you think you’ll need to throw up again, or are you ready to go back to bed?”

“Bed,” Lance replied weakly. He clung to Keith as the two stood, his knees wobbling together. Keith sighed and scooped him up, tucking Lance’s head against his shoulder. Lance let Keith carry him into the bedroom and ease him under the blankets.

“I’m going to get you a drink of water, okay babe?” Keith asked, pressing a kiss to Lance’s forehead. He frowned at the thin sheen of sweat and layer of heat that sat there.

“Be quick,” Lance pleaded.

“Five seconds.”

Lance didn’t have the energy to count, but Keith returned momentarily and made him sip the water before he crawled into bed next to Lance for the second time that night.

“Try and rest,” Keith murmured as Lance snuggled up to him.

“I’m sorry,” Lance said softly.

“Sorry? Lance, you don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault if you’re sick.”

“But I woke you up. And now I’m all gross and pathetic, and I probably have bad breath—”

Keith slipped a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.

“I love you,” he said with a small smile.

Lance smiled back. “I love you too.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight.”