#okay so i was thinking about dressing up in spats black knee high socks and like. my marching band jacket and put my hair up in a special

[lunarhoneybunny]

siiigh okay tmi and nsfw mentions sorry hoohghn

[bts-trash-blog]

Sweets~ Jungkook

Summery: Jungkook dresses up as a present just for you

Paring: Sub!Jungkook X Fem Dom!reader

Warning: Kookie in skirt and some fishnets, mentions of anal play and a bit of a mommy kink at the end. 

Little AN: I didn’t write the actual smutty sex bits cause I wasn’t to sure on how you’d guys would feel about it lmao also this is my first attempt at dom reader smut..so uh yeah anxious me out lmaoooooo

You were exhausted. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were even heavier. That exhaustion only grew as you closed your apartment door. Your shoulders falling as you lean against the door, kicking off the heels you had worn for your interview for the promotion at work that day. Your work bag falls slightly as you walk away from the door and drop it. You had taken longer getting home than you thought you would, thinking that once your interview was over you’d be able to make it home. But your boss decided to start taking your ear off after they had confirmed you had gotten the job. She was a wonderful older lady, truly, but once she got to talking she could never really find a spot to stop till someone interrupted her. So you were late for dinner, your boyfriend was probably inside with a pout on his face and a few choice words that weren’t all too kind. Especially since it was one of the rare moments in his busy life he could leave the dorms, and escape the world of being an idol in the four walls of your apartment. Even if it was just for a couple of hours.

Letting out a deep breath you ready your mind for the fight that would probably break out in a few seconds. Yet you were only greeted by a body smashing into yours made you stumble back almost tripping over your discarded work bag. Your eyes were wide as you puffed out a breath, your arms wrapping around the taunt waist of your boyfriend, Jungkook. His nose was rubbing against the column of your neck as you felt his hands grip your blazer making you chuckle as you felt his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Uh hi, sweets.” You chuckle awkwardly as you tried to push him away to get a look at him, especially when you felt the warm skin of his abdomen. He slightly fought you, wanting to stay as close to you as possible but you finally got him to take a step back. A gasp slipping past your lips when you saw what he was wearing. He had stolen one of your crop tops and was wearing a black skirt that had three chains hanging off the top with fishnet stocking covered legs and thigh-high socks. It had your mouth watering as you licked your lips at him. “What a surprise.” You whisper as his hands grab at the bottom of the skirt, his tattoos on show as he tugged and slightly half twirled side to side. His cheeks were bright red, and his black hair was the way you, and so many of his fans, love it. Curly and falling in his eyes slightly.

“I...I assumed that you got the promotion when I realized you were almost an hour late so I decided..to..to give you a celebration gift..oh wait hold on!” His words were soft as you quickly moved away from the small area you were in. You slowly moved forward. You were no in the living room when he came sliding out of your bedroom a neon pink bow on top of his hand making you let out a laugh. Your hands covering your mouth, as you shake your head at your blushing boyfriend. “I...I know you’d probably like it better if I was in all pastel pink or something but...I had to make sure I was com-” You cut him off by grabbing him by his hips and pushing him against a wall. “Well okay.” He chuckled, making you smile brightly at him as you pressed your lips against his, the taste of strawberry chapstick had your eyes slightly toll as you pulled away and looked at him.

“You seriously are gonna kill me one day.” You mumble a smirk playing on your lips as your foot spreads his legs apart, your knee pressing against his cock making your eyes widen at the feeling of lace. “Well shit lace panties too, you truly want to kill me.” Your words were meant with a breath high pitched whimper as he ground his hips down onto your knee.

“Fuck..please.” He whispered, his hands pressing against your shoulders pushing and pulling slightly, as he rolled his lip between his teeth as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Please.”

“Please what?” You teased him as he let out a muffled cry as he banged his head against the wall making you smile at him, the bow slightly slipping making you chuckle. “Oh you’re just big baby, aren’t you.”

“Yes..yes I am. Your baby.” His words were slurred as he moved his hips up and down, sliding across your slack clade thigh. Looking down you watch his bulge move, the skirt doing very little to hide it. His head fell forward, landing softly on yours as he let out a whine making you chuckle as you pulled completely away from him making him slid down the wall a bit. “No-no-no. Why’d you stop?” He whined as he reached for you again, his arms wrapping around your neck as he jumped into your arms making you stagger back slightly as your hands moved to rest on his ass. “I’m your present.”

“And my future.” He spat out a belly shaking laugh as you shook his head at you and pressed his lips back to yours. The taste of his strawberry chapstick was greeting your taste bud once again, making you move slowly till you were in your bedroom, his legs unwrapped from around you hips and backed up till he was sitting on the edge of your bed.

“So you know how you rudely inputted me about the pastel colors and how you'd probably enjoy me in them a lot better than the black.” You tilt your head a bit as you move to stand between his legs, your hands pressing against his fishnet cover legs, the golden undertones of his pale skin almost glowing against the black.

“I like you in anything, and the black makes this more edgy I guess. My emo sissy.” Your last three words were laced with a teasing tone as you pressed your tongue against your cheek. Jungkook let out a soft whine at it, as you looked down at your heads that were kneading at his muscular flesh. Brushing your lips against his made his body shiver,as you let out another whine and pushed you away.

“You keep distracting me to the real surprise and it's making me mad.” He let out a loud huff, as his hands moved and untucked, your now wrinkled, button down. His fingers twirling the clear off white buttons.

“Oh I’m sorry sweets, what the real surprise then?” Your question was met with him pulled away, his body crawling into the center of the bed, the skirt showing off the white lace underwear he was wearing under the skirt. He bent down slightly, his ass completely stuck out as his hands moved the panties to the side and you let out a low growl. A heart shaped pastel jewel was resting against his hole, the silver trim of the plug was making the baby pink jewel stick out that much more.  “Fucking hell sweets.” You mumbled, your eyes watching as his hand moved to twirl it making you chuckle as you started to unbutton your top after dropping your blazer onto the ground as Jungkook let go of his panties and got up and moved back to look at you.

“Do you like it?” He looked nervous as you sat on the back of his heels, the tops of his socks folding as he looked down while biting his lips as you chuckled and crawled onto the bed.

“Very much.” You see the tip of his tongue poke out from his lips, as his eyes fall to your breast. “So what else comes with my surprise?”

“You fucking me. You using me however you fucking want. I’m yours mommy.”

“Oh sweets, those are some drangours words and you know it.”

[nightowlfandom]

Bully! Boss! Min Yoongi- Blind Rage

So ANON ASKS

Hi! How are you? Can I please have prompt 8 and 20 for yoongi with shitloads of angst? Bye! Have a nice day ,,,,or days...,,

Yes you can random stranger on the internet!, Yes you most certainly can! You didn’t include a lot of context to I made one up!  I hope you like it and please enjoy! I tried to make it as angsty as possible and I’m assuming from the prompts that you wanted it slightly dirty, but I only do smut unless it’s asked for so I toned it down for this one.

I’m good! Is you good? If not, I hope this makes your day!! 

Also! Just wanna say no posts for a lil bit cuz it’s my birthday on the 10th (Tomorrow as I am posting thing)  and I’m doing thangs (at home and SAFELY of course, so this is gonna be the only thing I post today)

Also I got a message from one of you saying I’m like the sister you never had...SO I’M YOUR SISTER NOW! YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU IN THE BACK...YOU ALL ARE MY BABIES!

8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.

20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you. 

Leggo!

...

You mentally cursed as the ceramic plate shattered against the hard flooring. You could only glare at, Jungkook who had ‘accidentally’ pushed the plate off the table.

“Maid!” Jungkook impatiently snapped his fingers. “Clean this mess up, will you?”

Wordlessly, you got down on your hands and knees and picked up the pieces of broken marble. You used your the skirt of your uniform as a little device to hold the remnants of glass and wasted food. 

You walked away, cursing under your breath as a chorus of laughter rang around your bosses. Good for them, finding humor in your humiliation.

“Calm down Y/N, they’re just messing with you.” you tried to cheer yourself up. “You’re doing this for your family.”

You were determined to help your folks out to the best of your ability. Even if it meant torture from a bunch of rich assholes who never lifted a finger a day in their lives. When you finally had enough, you were gonna buy a huge ass house right next to this shit hole and tell your bosses to suck it.

“That’ll be the day.” you smiled thinking about how one day you would own property and get your mom, dad, sisters and brothers out of that tiny ass house. 

“Talking to yourself again, maid?” a voice cut through your inner montage of you moonwalking away from your bosses.

“No sir.” You ignored Yoongi as you threw the broken plate away. “I’ll get another serving ready.”

Luckily for you, it was only a salad and not a hot meal.

“No need, you’re dismissed for the night.” he waved you off. 

“Very well.” you seethed.

...

You basically flopped into bed. After a 2-hour phone call to your mom, who had managed to make you feel better. You were so done, you could fall aslee-

“MAID!”

You will apparently forever and always stand corrected. Yoongi’s room was literally right next to yours. However while yours was practically the size of a janitors closet, he along with his friends got all the luxury. You heaved yourself out of bed and trudged to his room.

“You wanted to see me.” you announced.

“Close the door.” he ordered. “ The boys think your behavior is unacceptable.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You will be.” he stood up from his bed, arms crossed. He was only in his black pants and crisp button up shirt. The first three buttons were undone, exposing his toned collarbones. Don’t look, don’t look. “They said the way you bent down, was provocative and attention grabbing.”

“With all due respect, I was cleaning up a mess one of you made.” you were confused. “How else was I supposed to-”

“I understand how pleasure can get in the way of work, but trying to seduce us on the job is very inappropriate.”

“Excuse you?” you said flatly. “I wasn’t trying to do anything like that!”

“They don’t see it that way, L/N.”

“Well you guys are bigger morons that I thought. Not every girl wants to throw themselves at your feet!” you crossed your arms.

“Well apparently you had no problem throwing yourself at Jungkook’s now did you?”

“How dare you!” you finally snapped. “Why are you accusing me of being some temptress! I work for you, I bitch about it to my friends, I get paid. Wash rinse and repeat. Nowhere in my job description says that I’m a maid, yet you all insist of treating me like it!”

“Then why do you answer to it...Maid?” Yoongi smirked, crossing his arms.

“Because if I don’t, you people turn into conniving evil assholes, using my situation against me!” you snapped in reply. “Why are you treating me like this!?”

“Oh baby...I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.” he looked you up and down.

SMACK!

You didn’t have any control over what happened next. Your hand had basically shot out and slap him square across the face. 

“How...dare you!” you snapped. “You know what! I don’t care if I lose my job. You sit there on your high horse acting like your above anyone when I bet you’ve never even washed your own socks!”

Yoongi was still in shock. You had never had enough guts to stand up to anyone. All sorts of thoughts raced through his head. Shock...rage...interest..

Dare he say, pleasure?

“I am the best damn think that’s happen to this house since the last maid quit and I have worked hard for EVERYTHING I have! So here’s what I have to say before I pack my shit and leave-”

“L/N...” he warned. “I wouldn’t say another word.”

“You can go-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Darling.” Yoongi warned. “It won’t end well for you.” he glowered.

“You can go fuck yourself!” you spat anyways. “FUCK YOU, MIN!”{ you spat his name out as if it were poison. 

You had no idea how the series of events happened. Yoongi stormed up to you. You backed yourself against the door, scared out of your mind. 

“Say it again.” he breathed hoarsely. 

Wait what?

“What?” you voiced your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry?”

“No.” he shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this side of you for a while now.” He pinned his arms above your head. “Say it.”

“F-fuck you.” you whispered.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, Miss L/N.”

...

You woke up the next day to find feathers all around you. Your body ached every time you moved. You had remembered the night prior. You and Yoongi...

Speaking of which, he was still sleeping. He was laying with his head resting in his hands. He laid on his back, snoring softly. You were curious as to why he didn’t tell you to leave.

You tried to sit up. You didn’t wanna wake him. You’re uniform was on the floor, so you quietly got dressed.

“Were you going to leave without a word, maid?”

You turned around as Yoongi sat up. “A bit rude don’t you think?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me still in your bed when you woke up.” you answered honestly.

“Well obviously.” he scoffed. “I was pretty clear in my intentions towards you.”

“Oh...you were serious?” you were surprised. “O-okay.”

In an instant you were pulled back into bed. Yoongi tightened his arms around you.

“Y’know while I’d love to be here with you in bed...I still have a job.”

“Fuck that...from now on your job is being my woman.” he scoffed.

Damn...DAMN he was smooth. 

“With all due respect, Yoongi. I’m a firm believe in working for what you have, it makes the outcome a lot more satisfying.”

“Alright, you can keep working. However...I think it’s time I give you a promotion.” he kissed the top of your head.

“About time.” you scoffed. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a second.”

...

“You seem very happy today Y/N.” Hoseok commented as you gracefully set down the food tray.

“Do I?” you replied. “Guess I had a change of heart.” you shrugged.

“Hm, what are you planning? You put laxatives in the eggrolls?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.

“No...I’m not sure what’s gotten into me.” you replied.

“I might have an idea.” Yoongi walked into the room, adjusting his tie. He winked at you as he sat down in his usual spot. “Did you prepare my usual?”

“Just the way you like it, sir.” you replied nonchalantly. The other boys were concerned, you had never spoken in such a high regard before. You were always huffing and giving half-assed answers...now you were behaving like a sly kitten.

“Make sure you come to my room after breakfast, maid...we have unfinished business.” Yoongi didn’t look up from his newspaper. “I expect you in a timely manner....Miss L/N.”

For the first time since you started working there, you smiled. You grabbed the tray off the table, bending over painfully slow. He peeked up over the paper, raising an eyebrow. You could tell he was trying to hide his smile, but he managed to smirk through it.

“It would be my pleasure sir.” you replied, standing up straight. “Consider it done...Mr.Min.”  You headed to the kitchen without another word before beelining for Yoongi’s room. 

You would have a little surprise waiting for him when he got here...

...

[themangoyogurt]

Misguided Youth: The Second Misunderstanding

Chapter 2

It was time to atone for the sins of last night, and that meant having to face the mysterious man who both infuriated and intrigued you. And to make things harder, it turns out that his friends were the type to meddle. 

It was time to atone for the sins of your past. Rolling over onto your side, you heaved into a waiting trash can. You felt like shit - both physically and emotionally. You hated being that friend, and Jyn already had enough issues in her life without you being one of them. Making yet another mental promise to get your act together, you reached over to your side table to text her an apology.

Somehow Jyn had been able to deposit your body into bed, and the saint had not only left some aspirin next to a bottle of water, but had also made sure to charge your iPhone. Checking your messages, you almost dropped the device in shock.

General Hux | 9:39 PM | Where the fuck are you asshole?

Big Titz | 11:42 PM | Kyloooo. Come fuck me.

Phasma | 11: 45 PM | Hux said you got your ass handed to you by a girl.

Phasma | 11:46 PM | It is now my life’s mission to meet her.

Big Titz | 11:58 PM | I’ll let you cum in my mouth.

You dropped the phone in disgust. Of course the man from last night would be type to just input “Big Titz” instead of an actual name. What a douche. You’d rather just chuck the damn thing out the window, but unfortunately you’d need it as collateral to get your own phone back. You seriously needed to stop drinking so much. After all, it wasn’t like you had the stamina from undergrad anymore.

Sitting up with your chin perched atop your knees, you tried to shake the demons out of your mind. You were so lost - scared to admit that you only signed up for grad school because you weren’t sure what to do with your life. All you knew was that in the blink of an eye, it seemed like all of your high school buddies were getting married left and right. Doing adult things like joining book clubs, having kids, and arguing over paint chips at Home Depot.

You took one look at the scene and promptly thought “fuck that”.

You parents had been lackluster at best. On bad days, they found amusement in belittling your passions and thoughts. On good days, you were simply ignored. The moment 18 years rolled by, you were swiftly out the door with a one way ticket to New York City. You swore that nobody could ever convince you to have kids. Just in case you were a shit mom and perpetuated the cycle of neglect and pain.

Why did you even bother thinking about your parents? Now you were going to be in a crap mood for the rest of the day. As if on cue, the cosmos decided to add fuel to the fire when you phone number lit up on the glass screen.

Sighing, you picked up with a lazy, “Hello?”

“Is this the bitch who stole my phone last night?”

You immediately swept your feet to the side of your bed to stand up. So the leather jacket clad creep wants to start a fight? You were more than happy to oblige.

“Depends. Is this the old man from last night? The guy who has to prey on younger girls because women his age can see through his bullshit?”

The sound of something smashing echoed in the background, and you couldn’t help but smirk. He huffed, “Just give me my goddamn phone back!”

You snapped, “You’re the one who took my phone. Nobody wants your filthy manslut machine.”

“Whatever. Let’s just meet and get this over with. Can you come down to Brooklyn and meet me at the Starbucks on Bedford and 7th?”

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “You’re lucky I live in Brooklyn, too. What if I lived on the Upper West Side or something? Also, of all the coffee places in fucking Williamsburg, you want to meet at Starbucks?”

Glass shattered in the background as Kylo seethed, “I’m not drinking the fucking coffee with you. We’re just meeting somewhere public.”

“Jesus. Calm down, I’m just joking.”

This guy could seriously go from zero to one hundred in a flash. You shuddered thinking about someone that huge running around throwing tantrums. You set a time with Kylo for later in the afternoon, eager to get off the phone. You couldn’t resist one last taunt though. Just before hanging up, you teased, “By the way, your friend ‘Big Titz’ sure has a way with words. I can’t wait until she finally gets the Pulitzer she deserves.”

The last thing Kylo heard was your cackle and then the line went dead. He had had remind himself that he was holding someone else’s phone, and he couldn’t slam it down the fire escape. Even if he really wanted to. He stared out the window, still seething with irritation.

Who the hell was this chick? Stomping around just saying whatever the hell she wanted. Kylo huffed and crossed his arms. He hated that despite his general disdain for you, a small part of him was intrigued. It had been ages since anyone worked him up like that. Made him feel anything at all. Somehow, he was already developing an appetite for your snark and attitude.

Maybe he was looking forward to meeting you at Starbucks after all.

He couldn’t wait to push your buttons some more. Maybe, he couldn’t wait to feel you push back.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Kylo felt his chest tighten, and he hated it. The man had half the mind to just turn around and walk home. Phones were overrated anyways. He watched you standing on the street corner, waiting for the light to change before crossing over to his side. You looked like you really didn’t care about meeting up with Kylo, and somehow that managed to bother and fascinate him at the same time.

Your hair was pulled up in a messy top knot - baby hairs sticking up and loose strands framing your cheeks. A thick knit cardigan was slung over your shoulders, but he could see some sort of graphic tee through the opening. Black ripped skinny jeans topped off the look, and heather wool socks peeked over a pair of Dr. Martens that had certainly seen better days.

God, someone this annoying shouldn’t look so cute.

“Hey, you’re actually here on time!” You chirped. Without the influence of alcohol, you were actually in a rather good mood. Kylo’s brow twitched at the assumption that he wouldn’t have been on time. Noticing his balled up fists, you quirked an eyebrow and flatly replied, “Relax, Goliath. I didn’t mean it that way.”

Kylo felt surprise at the fact that you could read him so clearly. Before he could respond, you fished out a black iPhone and waved the device around in his face.

“This yours?” You joked. Kylo huffed and moved to seize it from your fingers. Quickly whipping your hand out of the way you continued, “Nuh-uh. Not until I see mine.” He rolled his eyes and pulled out a similar, yet distinctly more battered, phone. Your lips split open into a wide smile as you swapped devices. Turning it on, you checked your messages and made sure that everything was in order.

“As if I’d snoop through your messages. You’re not nearly as interesting as you think,” Kylo dryly spat.

You looked up from the phone and grinned. “You’re right. I don’t have the pleasure of being friends with ‘Big Titz’.”

“Jesus, again with the name! I don’t even remember her! I don’t think we’ve even hooked up.”

Giving Kylo a look of faux innocence, you replied, “You don’t have to convince me, Kylo. It’s not as if I’m judging you or anything.”

He threw his hands up in frustration and began a sharp retort when a tall blonde woman suddenly appeared and threw an arm around Kylo. Her British accent seemed to dance alongside her jovial expression as she teased, “I hope you’re not punching walls again, Kylo. People Magazine would go nuts.”

Kylo grimaced as a third individual materialized next to him. You recognized him as the “General” from last night. Although he was dressed down in dark-washed jeans and a cable knit sweater, he still held an imposing air around him. Judging by his sharp gaze and rigid demeanor, you could see where he got his nickname from.

The man sized you up, and then a wicked grin spread across his face. Turning to Kylo, he softly spoke, “I didn’t realize that you were bringing a friend with you to brunch.” You quickly raised both hands up and replied, “Oh, no. I didn’t...”

The man quickly cut you off and interjected, “No need to be polite! It’s my treat anyways. A friend of Kylo’s is a friend of ours. I’m Armitage. You can call me Hux, and this is Phasma.”

You looked between the trio - Kylo’s ears were reddened, and you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. Phasma looked like she was eating the whole scene up as her mischievous smile matched that of Hux’s. You really weren’t in a position to turn down free food, and agitating Kylo seemed to be an added bonus.

An equally evil grin spread across your face as you chirped, “Sure! Thanks for the invite.”

Kylo groaned, “Fucking hell.” Everyone ignored him though, and Phasma slipped an arm around your shoulder. Leaning against your ear, she whispered, “So. I’ve been meaning to hear all about how you almost punched Kylo last night...”

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“So how long?”

Phasma looked up from pouring syrup on her waffles and quirked an eyebrow. “How long since what?”

“How long has your friend Kylo been suffering from being a total dick?”

Hux choked on his bacon as Phasma burst out into laughter. The blonde reached over and snatched you phone up before inputting her number into the device. “Here’s my number. We’re totally hanging out later, okay?”

Kylo rolled his eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She’ll just develop bad habits.”

You stuck a tongue out at the man and retorted, “Too late for that.” He groaned and speared a sausage with his fork. Watching you joke around with Hux and Phamsa, gave Kylo an odd sense of satisfaction as he watched the natural joy that spread across your face. His friends weren’t exactly easy people to get along with, and he was surprised by how effortlessly you seemed to assimilate into the group.

Phasma was mid-laugh when she noticed the way Kylo was eyeing you. You were giggling over some nonsensical thing Hux was talking about, and didn’t notice how soft Kylo’s gaze was as he took in the way your shoulders would shake every time you exhaled a puff of air. An idea suddenly popped into the woman’s head, when she asked, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?”

Kylo and Hux both swiveled their heads to look at the blonde woman. You shrugged your shoulders and replied, “Nothing, really. Why?”

“Phas,” Kylo flatly interrupted. She turned to Kylo and gave him a defensive stare. Hux responded by nudging Kylo in the shoulder, and you quietly watched as the three seemed to engage in a silent conversation. You guessed that Kylo was the one to relent, because the man slumped backwards into the booth and threw his hands up with a sigh.

The tall blonde asked, “Want to see a show with us tomorrow?”

You pushed a potato wedge into your mouth and nonchalantly shrugged. “Depends on who is playing.”

Hux coughed and you swore that Phasma’s eyes glittered. “Have you heard of K.O.REN?”

Kylo stared at your relaxed demeanor in agitation as you worked on shoveling down more potatoes. He felt completely offended that you were unaware of the fact that you were eating brunch with one of the largest rock bands in the world. They played international stadiums for fuck’s sake, and here you were packing home fries into your mouth like it was your last meal. You shrugged your shoulders again and replied, “Who’s that?”

“Who?! As in you think K.O.REN is one person?” Kylo incredulously spat.

“I don’t know! Karen is a pretty common name!” You defensively retorted.

“Karen? Karen?!”

Hux moved to push Kylo back into the seat while Phasma kneeled over in laughter. Wiping a tear from her eye she gasped, “No. Knights of Ren. Shortened to ‘K.O.REN’. They’re a band.”

Your wide eyes blinked a few times before yet another shrug graced your shoulders. Kylo swore that he was going to lose it. Don’t you use the internet? Social media? Anything? Which rock in Central Park did you drag yourself out of? Noticing that Kylo was about to lose it for real, she quickly continued, “Look. One of my good friends is covering the show and we can get you backstage passes. Do me a favor though, and don’t look up the band prior to going. He’s wants to get some opinions from people who have never heard the band before. Something about a ‘fresh perspective’ or whatever.”

Hux watched in amusement as your fork reached over the table and began to pick at his bacon. The fact that you were now helping the bassist clear off his plate didn’t go unnoticed by Kylo either. Swallowing once again, you replied, “Can I bring a friend?”

“Sure. But you can’t tell her...or him...who the band is. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Phasma gave Kylo a wicked look as she stressed the word “him”. Kylo rolled his eyes and feigned nonchalance. You could bring whoever you wanted to the show. It was none of his business. If you wanted to get drunk and make out with some douche...

He hadn’t even realized that he was balling up his napkin in an angry fist. Her suspicion now confirmed, Phasma quietly began to plot in her head. This was going to be the most fun the woman had since the trio were just teens playing shitty covers in her parents’ garage.

[s-ultry]

i’m speaking to your boss - joe mazzello imagine

[ CEO!Joe ]

A/N: heyo my fellow bad bitchesss, so yeah here’s one i’ve been desperate on writing and completing. + its my bday so like why not bless yall with this fucking dADDY. hope you guys enjoy! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

WARNINGS: JUST YOU BEING A TOTAL BADDIE! + teasing lol why not.

SUMMARY: Your boss has been nonstop bothering you about your work methods, and your late (but in reality early) arrivals. Joe noticed your stress and decided to talk to your boss, your boss not knowing you’re actually married. ;)

It was yet another morning of torture, you had just arrived to your desk when you heard your boss scream your name from her office. Her voice was loud, as your desk was a hallway away from her luxurious office. 

You scrambled to her office with her morning ginger and espresso shots, which was a very weird mixture right at the break of day. Being an assistant wasn’t very easy, especially Mrs. Cordelia. Your dream was to be a fashion magazine art director, for your name to be known for your hard work and creativity.

But, you were stuck with an assistant job.

“Y/N?!?! Where have you been! I have been waiting all day!” The blond haired lady frantically screamed at you as she was typing on her smartphone. 

“Mrs. Cordelia I-,” you tried to explain, but she cut you off. “No, Y/N. Save it! I am too nice to you by letting you come in at 10! Be here tomorrow at 9:30! I have a visitor and I want to make the best impression, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cordelia.”

“And buy some new work clothes, the black button up makes you look fatter, which is impossible cause the colour black makes you skinnier,” she sternly judged glancing at your normal work outfit.

“I’ll get right on it, madam.” You internally huffed closing her office door behind you. 

After what felt like a light year, you were finally done with work and decided to head to the mall to get some new clothes for Mrs. Cruella De Vil. You bought new shirts, which were white and made of silk with a matching black pencil skirt.

You drove to your shared house with your husband, Joe. After the success with his recent movies with his 3 best friends, Joe built an empire and is now the CEO of a fashion company. 

Of course, he offered you a job. But, you wanted to earn your spot rather than get it out of pity. You finally drove up to your driveway and thanked the universe for getting away from the epitome of the devil, you couldn’t wait to change out of your clothes and cuddle with Joe.

Your shared home wasn’t too big, but it was the perfect size. You had a small library connected to the office, an underground gym, and two floors. It was perfect for a family, which you were hoping to consider soon.

You removed and placed your heels by Joe’s loafers, running up the stairs you rushed to your room and kept the bags on your grey couch that was in front of your king sized bed. 

You promptly entered your walk in closet and changed into an oversized knit sweater with matching knee high socks. Those pants were unbearable, so you decided to let your legs breathe without wearing anything.

You headed to Joe’s office where you can hear his fingers tapping quickly on the designated letters, you lightly knocked letting yourself in. He looked up and saw the tired look on your face, without any words, he ushered you to sit with him. Well, on him.

“What’s wrong, my love,” your husband weakly smiled combing his fingers through your hair. Joe then pulled you closer to him, with your legs draping across his thighs. 

“Mrs. Cordelia,” you huffed as you snuggled into his neck. His scent intoxicating you, you whined as his hands smothered your body with love and affection.

“It’s okay, kitten. She’ll be better,” he whispered into your ear as his hand trailed closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your whimpered as his hand past by his most prized possession, making its way to your neck. 

Joe gently grasped your throat forcing your gaze to meet his, you knew that he was going to say something that’ll make you orgasm on the spot. The way his eyes were hooded with lust and dominance, he was a CEO after all.

“No one overworks you, sugar. Only I do,” he growled. Your breathing got heavy, you loved it when he teased. But, you were an absolute mess above and under him. 

He then gently grabbed you closer, placing his plump lips against yours. Yes, it’s year 2 of your marriage, but damn you always had explosives in your stomach when he placed his lips against yours.

“Go sleep, my love. You’ll be needing your energy for another day with her,” Joe sincerely announced carrying you to your shared room. 

“It’s only 10!” You squealed as he tickled your sides when you were gently put onto your bed. The brunette then tucked you in lovingly, placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” his words ran down his lips with warmth, making your heart flutter as he turned off the lights. Your sleepiness then made its attack as your eyes closed quickly making you fall into a dreamless slumber.

It’s the next morning, and you wake up groaning into your pillow. It was 7, and Mrs. Cordelia demanded you to bring coffee for her and her visitor, apparently they booked for an early meeting.

Glancing to your side, you realised that your lover was not snoring lightly like he always does. But, a note was there instead.

Had to go to an early meeting, see you when I get home. I love you.

- Joe

You read the words a loud, you smiled in content because he knew how much you worried about his departures. Especially when he got to work from home, which was most of the time. 

You then walked into your bathroom getting ready for yet another gruesome day, basically everyday. You decided to elegantly curl your hair, seeing that you have the time in the world. 

You mainly focused on your eyes with makeup, just winged eyeliner and a light brown eyeshadow shade. With your face, you always went for a glowy look, but not too obvious. 

You were done with getting ready, and now it was time to get changed. You were going to go for the set that you recently purchased, but thought about a black turtleneck with the black pencil skirt paired with red heels. A chic yet not too vibrant look.

You ran downstairs when you came to the realisation that it was 5 minutes to 9, and the coffee shop was far from the office. You saw that your husband made a to go bag, and you couldn’t be more blessed with this man. 

You hurdled to your car, racing out you made your way to the coffee shop to get your boss and her guest two macchiatos. You speeded your way through the cars and into the parking garage, you ran to the elevator and prayed that you weren’t even a minute late.

9:29 AM

You basically fell over your desk with the coffee cups in both of your hands, you also got scones because you knew she’d scream at you if you didn’t get her guest “something to eat”.

Your alarm buzzed as the time struck 9:30 AM, you sighed in relief as you made your way through the cold hall towards a cold blooded snake. 

You faintly knocked on the door, hearing her reply for you to enter, you made your way to her large meeting table and placed the order down. Looking down, you didn’t realise the visitor until he coughed loudly.

You glimpsed at the man with the black suit, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to buttons down revealing skin. His brown hair fluffly tossed around. his cufflinks shining as the sun hit it, and his extremely large hands. 

Hands that you were oh so familiar with. There he sat, your husband in all his glory as he glanced back at you. Your cheeks were greeted with a deep red tint as you stood by Mrs. Cordelia.

“Oh, Mr. Mazzello, I forgot to introduce you to my assistant,” the blond announced staring daggers into you to introduce yourself.

“Hi, Mr. Mazzello. I’m Ms. Y/F/N,” you smirked shaking his hand. Joe knew the exact game you were playing, using your maiden name instead of your shared one. And, you definitely knew you were going to get punished for this, but who cares, right?

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/F/N,” the CEO weakly smiled at you. “Oh, you’re so kind. Joe,” your boss laughed touching your husband’s arm, stroking it gently.

This is when you were furious, no one could touch your husband. Well, Ben can cause they’re stuck together like glue, but other than him. No one. 

Your heart escalated, Joe knew exactly what you were going to do, and he didn’t mind watching a show. 

“Y/N, get me next week’s issue so I show Mr. Mazzello a sneak peak,” she fakely smiled at you demanding you to get her the files. The desk wasn’t that far from the meeting table, so you could hear their conversation.

“Mrs. Cordelia, I’m flattered. But, I have a wife,” your husband spoke sophisticatedly. 

“I don’t see your wife around,” Mrs. Cordelia seductively teased. This is when you sharply turned, you growled as you saw your boss’ hand riding up Joe’s thigh. 

You then strutted to the meeting table, throwing the files onto the table you slapped her hand off of your property.  

“How rude, Y/N! Hitting your own boss in front of her guest! Would you want me to fire you,” she shouted grasping her hand as though she was hurt.

“Why are you touching him, he has a wife!”

“Why do you care so much, huh? She’s not around! I bet she’ll love talking to me about her creative, sexy, and smart husband,” Mrs. Cordelia smirked standing up to reach your height.

“I don’t think she will,” you hissed crossing your arms so you wouldn’t throw a punch at her jaw.

“And why is that?” Your boss cackled as she stepped closer to you.

“Because,” you smirked evilly as you pushed her hair back gently. Your lips made their way up to her ear, the silence spoke louder than the both of you.

“You’re talking to the wife,” you whispered with venom laced around your words, and a smirk plastered Joe’s lips as he saw you dominate someone else who’s twice your size.

“Sit down, Cordelia,” you spat making her sit down. She wasn’t scared at all, which made your blood boil even more.

“Listen up, bitch. I get that my husband is creative, sexy, and smart. But, the last time I checked, I have the rock on my finger. You’re too fucking blind to notice my last name is Mazzello, and not Y/F/N,” you then moved to tower her fragile little body that you broke with just your eyes.

“Plus, you were touching MY property. Oh! I totally forgot! You have a husband right? What if I told you that you made a move on his ally, ruining his company and making ours strive higher.”

“Y/N, I can fire you. Well, you’re already fired for threatening your boss,” she smugly replied crossing her legs.

“That’s a threat to you? I feel sorry for your enemies, that’s a threat? Let me tell you a threat. Lay a finger on my man again, and trust me the only thing that’ll be going down that throat of yours is your last paycheck,” you growled as you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

“And, Cordelia. I talked with your bosses, as of now, I bought the whole company. Don’t you dare insult my wife, ever, you understand,” his voice now deep and dominant.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, your arousal to his voice created a knot in your whole body.

“Leave my office, and don’t think about your stuff. We’ll have someone send it for you, with your paycheck wrapped around a tiny dildo, maybe that’ll make you cum faster,” you barked as Joe’s grip grew tighter onto your waist.

“Behave, little girl,” your husband huskily growled in your ear as your former boss left the room in tears. She deserved it, after years of torture, you finally got your revenge. 

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, I’ll have you over my lap with your perky ass up in the air for me. You’ll get spanked so hard that you won’t be able to walk into your new office that I just got for you, or wear that tight little skirt that you’re wearing right now,” he placed both of his hands on your waist and slapped your ass lightly.

You whined as you glanced up at him with your innocent eyes, you pecked his lips and fluttered your eyelashes.

“Take me home, and fuck me.”

“What’s the magic word, baby.”

“Please, Joe,” you whimpered as his breath fanned over your clothed neck.

“Your wish is my command, doll. But, you’re getting punished for being a bad girl,” he whispered in your ear as you made your way out of the office.

And that was when you couldn’t wait to go home.

[bbrandy2002]

Two Men and a Baby Part 7

Not your typical Royal Romance series....crazier.

TRR/TRH gang.

Warning: Language

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 Part 6

@carabeth @emceesynonymroll @katedrakeohd @sirbeepsalot @romanticatheart-posts @rafasgirl23415 @drakensword

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Part 7

" 911, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, um, I have a guy in the back of my carriage who got his trouser snake caught in his zipper."

"Sir, is this a joke?"

"No, but, this guy sure wishes it were"

"How serious is this?"

"Let's just say, it was the 'frank..and...beans', then something popped, now its just the frank."

Poor Bertrand, all he wanted was to give his sweet Savannah a wonderful birthday. Now he's stuck in the back of a carriage with his manhood on the line.

He is aware of the news reports of a wild boar attack on Contess Madeleine earlier tonight and that said boar is still holding itself hostage inside his estate. He has no idea if his son is okay, but, has no doubt his brother is somehow responsible for the carnage that has taken place this evening.

Hospital ER

Riley and Olivia sit in Maxwell's room, waiting for him to return from radiology. They had only seen him for a few seconds before he was taken for x-rays, but, he appeared in good spirits; then again, when is he not.

They were both intriqued to find out what he meant by "the demon pig", that supposedly caused his predicament. It was surprising to hear Maxwell describe any animal with such disdain, but, apparently he met one he wasn't prepared to describe as a "life changing experience" in fond terms.

Riley jumped up from her seat, "Maxwell, you're back!"

Maxwell was wheeled back into his room on a stretcher, but, he seemed to be uncharacteristically subdued now.

"How is he? Is it broken?" Riley asked the nurse.

"He has a hair line fracture and will be down for several weeks, but, we don't expect complications. Someone will be in shortly to put a cast on him. Also, congratulations on the baby your majesty", the nurse stated before exiting.

That was the fourth time today a random person congratulated her.

"Why does everyone keep congratulating me on a baby? I wonder if it was the bean burrito I ate for dinner last night?", she questioned while patting her bloated tummy.

"You do look a little puffy today." Olivia observed.

"Thanks", Riley said while rolling her eyes, "I have been trying to drink more water and..."

"HELLLLOO!!" Maxwell interrupted in an annoyed tone, "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm here."

"Oh, I'm sorry Maxwell, how're you feeling?", she asked with concern.

"Like a demon pig attacked me, without warning, without cause, out of no where...it was a sneak attack Riley." he began to shake his fist furiously and yelling, "damn you demon pig.....damn you to hell!"

Olivia and Riley tried to calm him down. "Maxwell, Maxwell, shhhh, you've got to calm down." Riley pleaded, "you're going to disturb the other patients."

"Yes you are", Madeleine chimed from a wheel chair at the door with an icy stare.

All three turned their heads in her direction simultaneously. To see Madeleine sitting there with a neck brace on, a black eye, messy blonde hair and a ripped green dress; it was shocking and amusing to say the least.

"What the hell happened to you? Olivia asked with her signature scowl.

"Oh, what happened to me?", Madeleine asked with a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes while patting her chest, "ask Maxwell and his quote 'damn demon pig'."

Olivia and Riley turned to Maxwell trying to make sense of what both were referring to as the demon pig.

"Maxwell, I'm two seconds away from breaking your other leg. What happened?", Olivia spat out.

Maxwell took in a deep breath and recalled the events of this evening.

"Okay...Okay, so, yesterday morning, I was attending Zeke and Penelope's outdoor animal exhibition in the capitol.  Zeke was giving me kind of a private tour before all the guest arrived. We came upon a stall that he said had a wild pig. I thought he meant it was a party animal, wild like me, which, would be an awesome addition to the next Beaumont Bash. I asked if I could have it and he said no, that it was just too wild for me. I thought, nonsense, nothing is too wild for me. I just had to have this pig. So, when I seen Penelope a little later, I offered to buy it from them. She was a little hesitant at first, but, she agreed after I forged a letter from Bastien saying Liam requested this particular pig at the next Beaumont Bash. In exchange for her cooperation, he would emcee her next Dog Fashion Show."

"Maxwell! That's sick", Riley blurted.

"Yeah Maxwell, what made you think she would just go along with that?" Asked Olivia.

"I wasn't sure she would, but, she does seem to respond well to requests from Bastien, so I assumed it would work this time too", he replied.

Madeleine spoke up, "so let me get this straight, Penelope, can't stop talking about her poodles, Penelope, just gave you a wild boar?"

"Oh, no, I had to pay for him", he said.

"How much?" Olivia asked.

"A box of dog treats", he replied.

Riley bent over in her chair, arms resting on her knees, covering her face while shaking her head, "Unbelievable....I'm afraid to ask, but, how did you get him out of there and to the estate?"

"Well, that part was tricky. Penelope told me I had to keep him enclosed or he would go wild. Well, I wanted to make sure I kept his wildness in until the Beaumont Bash. I figured it would just build up inside of him and he'd really let loose at the party",  he chuckled, "anyway, I saw Gladys there and thats when I got the idea for her to cause a disruption..."

"Hold up, Gladys...my majordomo, Gladys, helped you with this?" Riley asked stunned.

"Kind of, see I knew she had cleared the hallways when Anton and his minions kidnapped you and Olivia. I also knew she had the hot's for Bertrand, so, I told her if she would create a distraction for me, I would set her up with him".

"Maxwell, your brother is engaged", Riley stated.

"You are a lot more evil than I ever gave you credit for Maxwell; this is really elaborate for you", Olivia remarked with astonishment.

"Well, Im not proud of myself, but, greed causes people to do evil things" he replied.

"Hold up" Madeleine would interject, "So Penelope knew about this? That little....I just saw her not more than an hour ago at the Beaumont Estate, she interviewed me and everything, she never mentioned her hand in any of this".

Maxwell replied, "I would say not, Penelope's a master at keeping secrets while seemingly innocent of her involvement. She's a sweet girl though".

Riley just continued to shake her head.

"What happened next Maxwell?" Madeleine asked.

He took another deep breath, "Okay, well Gladys started screaming and running around the exhibits. Then she unlatched the pen holding the ducks. They started to scatter. Zeke and his assistants started to chase after the ducks and security went after Gladys. I grabbed a large cage and Gertrude ran right in. Penelope helped me carry him back to the limo and I took him home."

"Okay, how did you break your leg?" Riley asked.

"Welp, the driver helped me unload Gertrude and get him in the backyard. I knew I had to build an enclosure to keep his wildness in, so, I started building a small barn for him to live in until the bash. It didn't take very long to build at all. When it was finished, I opened the cage door to let him inside his new dwellings, but, he ran inside and immediately jumped out the window."

"You put a window in it?" Madeleine questioned.

"Yeah, but, I must've not built it high enough and I didn't put a covering over it. Jumped right out of it" he said while use his hand to motion the jump, "I started to run right after, I swear, I heard it say 'kill Maxwell'. It attacked so quickly, I never had a chance. I stepped on a rock and my foot went sideways, causing me to fall. It rammed me a few times, before running off. Then Drake came out to help me, but, it attacked him also. Let's just say, demon pig-2, Maxwell and Drake-0."

All three women sat in silence. There were no words they could think of in that moment to express what they just heard.

"Does Bertrand and Savannah know about this?" Riley asked.

"I don't think so", he replied.

Riley took out her phone and sent a text, letting them know Maxwell was in the hospital and Bartie was there with Drake.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom....

Drake and Liam were still locked in arms, literally, fighting over an ascot.

"Let go of my ascot Drake."

"Liam, he has to have something covering his bottom until we get a diaper."

"Then give him your denim shirt!"

"What?" Drake gasped, "take it back Liam."

Bartie, who was still lying on the changing table naked, took this opportunity to settle the issue once and for all.

"What the hell!" Drake shouted as his denim shirt was getting soaked.

"Sir Walker, I do believe you have a spot on your shirt", Liam said with a British accent and a laugh.

Drake looked at Liam, "I hope you're happy now. He just pissed all over my good denim shirt."

Liam raised an eyebrow, "Drake, that's the only denim shirt you have, or wear for that matter."

"Why do you think it's my favorite?" he remarked sadly.

Bastien cleared his throat, "Your majesty, need I remind you, we can't leave this bathroom with a naked baby. It may be in everyone's interest for you to hand over the ascot."

Liam thought about Bastien's words for a moment, then looked around to see if there was anything else that could be used as a diaper. Wadded up hand towels, too flimsy, Drakes white shirt, no, he would just be shirtless in a hospital, his own socks, no, too small. He let out a loud huff, reached up and removed his ascot.

Drake reached out to grab it, but, Liam continued to cling onto it. Drake pulled harder, Liam pulled back even more.

"Give me the fucking ascot Liam!"

Liam pouted then handed Drake the ascot.

Drake looked Liam in the eyes and said, "Dude, you need therapy."

Drake began fashioning a diaper out of Liam's ascot. "Aha, perfect fit".

"What do we do about that disgusting car seat?" Liam asked.

"After all this, just leave it in here. When Bastien opens the door, we make a run for it."

Drake picked up Bartie and he and Liam stood at the door, readying themselves for the getaway. The bathroom was absolutely disgusting, shit was on the floor, the walls, the trash can, not to mention, the sink had an exploded diaper full of diarrhea in it. Liam couldn't risk someone seeing the King of Cordonia coming out of that room.

"Alright, on my count, Bastien will open the door and we will run as fast as we can."

"Hang on", Liam said as he removed his suit jacket and covered the top of his head so no one would recognize him. "Okay, ready".

"There's no turning back now. 1...2...3...Go!"

What hijinx await in Part 8?

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Safehouse

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Tim Drake/Red Robin

Rating: PG-13 (for blood)

Original Idea: Me

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) @welovegroot (smmmacked isn’t a typo) This one’s mentions blood a lot so read at your own risk.

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Screams echoed through the bank. People hit the floor and put their arms over their heads for protection as gunfire rang out. I ducked-and-covered the same as the rest of them, my paint-covered hands clenching to fists in my hair.

"Now, if everyone cooperates, no one will get hurt," one of the muggers shouted.

One of the other women inside with me locked eyes with me. I nodded at her for reassurance. Then I dared to look up and look around.

A crew of half-a-dozen people dressed in all black with ski masks and body armor stood over everyone else, assault rifles in their hands. We really need gun control, I thought. Especially in Gotham. The crew---for lack of a better word---glared at us as their leaders tried to break into the vault.

I sat up as my back started to ache from being curled up on the floor.

"Hey! Girl! Get down!" one of the gang snapped at me.

"My back hurts," I said.

The crew-member got really close to me and pressed the barrel of his assault rifle against my chest. "I don't care, missy," he snarled. "Get. Down. Now."

I took a deep breath, did my best to stretch my back, and moved to bend back forward.

Crash!

The skylight caved in and two figures dropped through it. Another one quickly followed.

Yelps, shrieks, and gasps moved through the crowd of us on the ground.

The figures who hit the ground were familiar---though some of the people around me probably thought they were myths.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin.

Red Hood landed near me and the man whose assault rifle was still pointed at me.

He cocked his head at the robber. "Leave the lady alone," a voice spat from under the scarlet helmet. A pistol in his hand was brought up and went off, hitting the gang-member in the shoulder.

And then the fight started. Red Hood pushed me down and out of the way before socking the same guy in the face.

"Hood! No killing!" Nightwing shouted, whipping out the electric billy clubs he fought with.

"It was a nonlethal shot!" Red Hood retorted. "Red, get the civvies outta here!"

Red Robin started gathering us civilians up and ushering us out the door while Nightwing and Red Hood distracted the rest of the crew.

As I moved to get up, Red Hood threw a crew-member in my path. "Sorry lady," he said as his gun went off in another guy's leg.

It took me a while to get around them all to get to the doors---by the time I was close, everyone else had been evacuated---because Red Hood, Nightwing, and the robbers were fighting all over the place and I had to dodge getting hit or landed on.

Just as Red Robin was beckoning me and holding the door open, one of the robbers managed to get his gun back.

He fired it, aiming for Red Hood probably, and missing wildly.

It hit me in the leg. Grazed my left thigh just above my knee.

It burned. I fell to the floor and couldn't get up.

Red Hood shot the guy who shot me. I don't know if he killed the robber or not, and frankly I wasn't going to look.

They subdued the gang while I bled on the tile floor---there were only like two more after the one who shot me was defeated---and then rushed over to me, all talking over each other.

"Get her to the hospital---"

"---just a flesh wound, she should be fine---"

"---take her back to the safe-house and stitch her up---"

"---you crazy?"

"We really don't want the cops involved…"

"They're already here, nitwit!"

I wasn't losing so much blood that I was going to pass out, but I didn't like the look of blood---or the torn-up wound on my thigh. When I saw how mangled my skin was, I got lightheaded and nauseous.

"She's getting really pale---"

"---probably dizzy---"

"I'm telling you, the safe-house is the best. The injury isn't too serious."

"J---Hood, she's not like us. She can't just stitch herself up at the end of the day like it's no big deal. Not like we can."

I glanced at my wound again.

Big mistake.

Without falling unconscious, I flopped back onto the floor.

Someone's hand caught my head before it could hit the tile and rested it down gently.

Vaguely, I could hear that they were still talking.

"… Ambulance…"

"… Safe-house…"

"… Bleeding…"

"Okay. We gotta at least get her out of here. Hood, you carry her," Nightwing said.

"Why me?" Red Hood asked.

"Because you're the strongest," Nightwing answered.

"Hood, you carry her because you're the strongest," Red Hood muttered sarcastically in a bad imitation of Nightwing's voice. I smirked weakly. "Hey look, she smiles!"

"Let's just go," Red Robin said. "And try to keep pressure on the wound."

Red Hood picked me up so my right side was pressed against his torso, meaning his right hand could press against my injury while still holding onto me.

Before we could even leave the bank, I closed my eyes and drifted off.

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When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark apartment. The only light came from the sun sneaking around the edges of plywood covering the windows.

I was lying on a sofa. My legs were on Red Hood's lap. He was wrapping up my leg with gauze bandages. "Hey you're awake," he said. There was a smile in his voice even though I couldn't see his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Ow," I said.

He snorted. "Know the feeling. What's your name?"

I blinked but didn't say anything.

"What? Don't you trust me?" Red Hood asked.

I shook my head. "I don't generally trust people whose faces I can't see. Take your helmet off and I might tell you," I said.

Another snort. "Sorry princess. Helmet stays on around civvies."

I shrugged. "Then you don't get my name."

"Okay. In that case, I'll just keep calling you princess."

"Fine with me."

Nightwing appeared with a glass of water. "You okay, kid?" he asked, handing the glass to me. "Drink."

"I hurt but I'm okay," I said. I accepted the glass. "Thanks." I took a couple sips before looking at Red Hood's eyes---or at least the holes in his mask so he could see. "Thanks for taking care of my leg."

He shrugged. "No problem," he said.

"Tally Knight. Twenty-one-years-old. Daughter of Jessica and Terrence Knight. Youngest of two with an older sister named Lavender. Graduated Central City North High School two-and-a-half years ago. Now a student at Gotham City University. Currently studying American Sign Language," Red Robin commented, coming around the sofa by Red Hood with a tablet in his hand with his half-head cowl off but a mask on over his eyes---presumably because I wasn't in on the whole secret-identity thing.

"What are you talking about, Red?" Red Hood asked.

Red Robin looked from his tablet screen to me. "That's you isn't it?" he asked.

I didn't answer immediately, just took another drink of water. "What makes you think that?" I countered.

"Your driver's license is in the rubber card-holder on the back of your phone. I looked up your records while you were sleeping."

Red Hood looked over at Red Robin. "How did you do that? I didn't see you take her phone."

"You're not the only one with sticky fingers, Hood," Red Robin said, slightly irritably, digging something out of his utility belt. My phone. "We were all trained by Batman." He looked to me. "Here you go." He tossed the phone at me.

I was still sluggish so it landed hard on my chest. I winced.

Red Hood whacked Red Robin in the chest. "Idiot!" he accused.

"It's fine," I said.

Nightwing glanced between Red Hood and Red Robin. My legs were still on Red Hood's lap and his hands were resting on the shin of my injured leg, holding it still. My other foot tapped my toe inside my shoe. Nightwing rested his hand on the top of my head. "You still good?"

"Yeah. Thanks. How long was I out?"

"Just 'bout an hour," Red Hood answered.

I leaned my head back against the tattered pillow against the arm of the sofa and then sat up again. "I need to call my mom… let her know I'm safe."

"Taken care of," Red Robin said distractedly. "I texted her from your phone, telling her you were injured but not severely and were being taken care of in good hands but not going to the hospital."

"Please tell me you disinfected the wound," I said, suddenly worried.

"Of course I disinfected the wound," Red Hood snapped. "Do I look like an idiot?"

"Yes," Red Robin said before I could reply.

"Well I wouldn't know," I said. "Because I can't see your face." I paused for a moment. "So… why am I not at the hospital?"

"Because your only injury was the graze on your left leg---trust us, we know injuries---and we thought we'd spare you the expense of going to the hospital," Red Robin remarked.

"The American healthcare system is a mess," Red Hood muttered. I was pretty sure there was a cuss word in there somewhere but I couldn't quite tell since he spoke quietly. He didn't strike me as the soft-spoken type but stranger things have happened, right?

"Mm. Yeah I know," I said. "Um… thanks, I guess, for making that decision."

"It was J---Red Hood's idea," Nightwing commented, bringing me a fruit snack package. "Eat and drink up. You didn't lose a lot of blood, per se, but you lost enough that sugar and fluids are still a good idea."

"Thank you. You're being remarkably kind to me."

Red Hood made a noise caught between a snort and a laugh. "That's what they do," he remarked, heavily implying some sort of separation between him and Red Robin and Nightwing.

Nightwing smmmacked him in the shoulder. "You were right there alongside us, Hood. And you were the one to stitch her up."

"Yeah, because I have the most experience."

"And whose fault is that?" Red Robin said sarcastically.

"Shut it, Replacement," Red Hood snapped.

I tore the fruit snack package open and started to eat it, listening to them argue. "Are you guys brothers?" I asked.

Dead silence from every single one of them.

"P-pardon?" Nightwing stammered.

"You guys fight like family," I said. "I would know. But you sound like brothers."

Red Robin shrugged. "We were all trained by Batman. I guess we all just spent so much time around each other that we saw each other as family and adopted each other as family," he said. Nightwing and Red Hood turned Shut up expressions on him---or, I imagined Red Hood did given I couldn't see his face.

"Listen, kid," Red Hood began, patting my good leg. "We're gonna give you some heavy-duty painkillers and get you home, okay?"

"Back home as in Central?" I asked.

"No, no. Sorry. Your apartment or dorm or wherever you live here."

"Thank you. This is very kind of you."

Red Hood shrugged. "Don't mention it."

Nightwing ruffled my hair. "You're okay. Everything's going to be fine," he said.

"Right. Let's get going," Red Hood said, sliding out from under where my feet were on his legs and then picking me up again. "Princess."

"Red Hood."

Nightwing and Red Robin smirked.

[boi-king-tim]

Like at First Sight - Chapter 1: Natalia

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Chapter Warning: Cursing

Summary: Pinnelope learned pretty quickly that nothing good can come out of any kind of interaction with Grant Ward. Or so she thought. That is until she meets his sister, Natasha. College AU

Let me know what you think but this is my first fanfic so be gentle.

I shouldn’t have come. I have better things to do than to be at a party in the house of someone I don’t know. I could be sitting in the comfort of my own apartment wearing my favorite sweats and fuzzy socks. Instead, I’m wearing a short t-shirt dress and six inch heels. I’m surrounded by drunk college students who are probably just as clueless as to who’s house this is as I am. Is the week off of washing dishes that my roommate promised really worth all of this?

“You’re sulking again.”

I turn towards the voice and see the bright blue eyes that have come to irritate and comfort me at the same time. Bucky, my roommate, smiles his signature smile and shoves a red cup into my hand. He always does this. I’m not a drinker. Bucky knows that. But he insist on trying to get me to ‘make the most out of my college experience’ to which I usually respond with variations of 'I’ll do that by graduating’.

“I’m not sulking,” I say as I put the cup down and pick up the third water bottle of the night. “I just don’t want to be here.” I look around at the party-ruined living room that we’re in. “Who’s house is this anyway,” I asked, frowning.

Bucky’s smile fell. “Are you still mad at me,” he asked. I noticed that he didn’t answer my question. “I’m sorry, okay? Grant is usually a good guy. He slept around a lot so I guess should’ve know this would happen. He said he wanted a girlfriend and I was dumb enough to believe him.”

“Buck, I’m not mad at you,” I said with a sincerely.

Grant Ward and I had been dating for a little over a month after Bucky had introduced us. In that month, we only went on one date which Grant cut short when he got a call from his 'cousin’ about an 'emergency. At the end of our month together we were talking in my apartment when he tried to get in my pants. When I refused, he called me a prude and got up to go to the bathroom. Half an hour went by when I heard him talking to someone. I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom door so I could hear him better. He was breathing hard and talking on the phone, describing all of the things he wanted to do to the person on the other end of the call. I opened the door and a string of curses and half-assed apologies left Grant’s mouth as he fixed his pants which he had lowered to his knees. I remained calm and quiet the entire time. Once he stopped talking I simply said “leave”.

“Really?” Bucky perked up like a happy puppy.

“Yeah really,” I laughed before getting serious. “Now, who’s house is this, Bucky?"His face fell again and he grimaced. "Ah, see about that,” he chuckled nervously. Before he could continue, Grant stumble over to us and threw his arm over my shoulder. I could tell by the guilt on Bucky’s face that this was our party host. Well shit.

“Well, hello Pinnelope” , he slurred. He was drunk. Very drunk. Which really wasn’t a surprise. After all, sleeping around, getting drunk, and partying are Grant’s favorite hobbies. "I’m glad you came. I’d hate to think that you’d be sitting in your apartment, crying because of what happened between.” He tried to look sincere but his red and glazed eyes ruined it.

“Ok,” I scoffed while pushing his arm off of me. “We weren’t together long enough for me to cry over you. But I would much rather be in my apartment than here. Bucky,” I said and he looked a little scared. I held up two fingers and mouthed, “two weeks.” He nods and ducks his head sheepishly.

Just then, the front door burst open and reveals a pretty red-head, very clearly pissed off. Her eyes were like green fire as they scanned over the ruined room. Her breathing sped up when she saw Grant and she stalked towards us. “What. THE. FUCK. WARD,” she growled.

I’ve seen this kind of hate on other girls’ faces before.She must be another one of Grant’s conquest. She’s exactly Grant’s type: pretty. Beautiful actually. She had long eyelashes that framed her emerald green eyes perfectly. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched. She had on just the right amount of makeup, though I could tell that she didn’t need it. Her fiery red hair fell just past her shoulders in loose curls. And her black crop-top and high waisted skinny jeans made it very easy to see that she had a body that could stop a truck.

She glances at me and I realize that I’m staring so hard that I’m probably my burning a hole in the side of her face. She looked me up and down. Then when her eyes meet mine, her anger fades some and she smiles a little. I duck my head, letting my hair fall from over my shoulder in an attempt to hide my own shy smile.

Grant noticed our exchange and tried to put his arm back around my shoulder but I brushed him and stepped away from him. He huffed angrily and turn back to the other woman, clearly annoyed.

“What do you want, Natalia?” He spat her name out like a curse and she frowned and clenched her jaw. “You come to ruin all the fun again?” Okay, so hate goes both ways with these two. That’s unusual whoever this girl is, she’s most definitely not one of his victims. After Grant I 'broke up’ - if can even really call it that - I often witnessed girls screaming at him about variations of my time with him. Unlike me though most of those girls weren’t as…. resistant to Grant’s 'charms’ as I was. During these screaming matches I usually saw a sick kind of amusement in his eyes or annoyance when it was no longer fun for him. But never have I seen this anger in his eyes, this hate that tells me that not only has he hurt her, but she retaliated in a big way.

“Mom and Dad will be here in less than twenty-four hours. So I suggest that you get everyone out of here and start cleaning. Because they’ll lose their shit if they get her and it looks like a frat house.”

Siblings. Interesting. Other than being extremely attractive, they look nothing alike. Woah there, Nelly, I thought. Grant’s an asshole and you don’t even know this girl. Keep it in your pants, I look down then correct myself, or dress.

Grant lets out a sinister laugh, one you might hear from the devil as the world burned. He leaned down a little so that was eye to with his sister. “Aw,” he said mockingly. “Is little Natalia afraid of Mommy and Daddy?” He laughed again then sneered. “We’re adults,” he snapped, “grow some fucking balls.”

“You’re right, we are adults,” I could tell that she was struggling to stay calm. “So maybe you should grow the hell up and stop acting like you’re still in high school.”

I snort. “That’s gonna be a little hard for him,” I mumbled louder than I meant to.

Grant turned to me with a new emotion on his face. What is that? That can’t be… betrayal? Ha! That’s funny! He glares at me for a long second. “You know what?” He gestured to he sister and then to me. “Why you two go fuck each other or whatever it is that you dykes do? You two are so much alike. Two stuck up bit-”

“Alright,” Bucky cut in. I kind of forgot that he was there. He can be so quiet for such a big guy. “Why don’t we go get a drink, he says, instantly catching Grant’s attention. As Grant started walking towards the booze, Bucky turned to me and whispered "sorry”, then turned to join hi s friend but looked back at me when I looked beck at me when I touched his arm.

“Keys,” I said, holding out my hand.

He rolled his eyes and huffed playfully then reached in his pocket and pulled out the key to his truck. “You’ll come pick me up in the morning,” he asked as he put them in my hand.

“I always do,” I said with an exasperated sigh. He chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “See ya,” I said as he walked away.

When I turned to leave, I see that Natalia is still standing there and our eyes meet. She’s calmer now, her once hard and angry, emerald green eyes are now soft and kind, maybe a little cocky but in a playfully. Say something, I think. Don’t just stare like a fucking creep. Speak.

She must be able to tell that I’m struggling, because she smirks. “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she says, holding her hand out to me. I take it and give her a small smile.

“Pinnelope.”

[celestial-leaves]

OSH#4: What Goes Unspoken

Some called them monsters, others still freak, some elites pet, but everyone agreed that they belonged with a collar around their necks and incarcerated when they weren’t being thrown into battle. They came with different classifications and skills, a few so weak they could barely lift a feather much less themselves, but others were so strong that they never left solitary unless it was in a straight jacket. It is unknown as to what caused the mutation, the nobles claimed that it was a gift from the Gods to bring them victory in their battles. They claim that the first was a beautiful man who commanded the elements and all the scaly creatures to bend to his will. But deep underground, in the Below streets another rumor had blossomed. It spoke of a girl born out of wedlock whose father had more money than anyone in his kingdom and whose mother scrubbed chamber pots for a living. They say she awoke one day and realized that life wasn’t fair, and when they finally apprehended her more than fifty people had lost their lives. In the end, eyewitness testimonies claimed that she had only been captured because she was coughing and swaying to hard to fight back. Coughing just like the sounds that were filtering through the thick blanket and into his ears. 

Gavri’el shifted about rearranging the flashlight as he turned the page. A list of names was scrawled across the paper in long and spindly handwriting, it spanned both pages and continued on to the other side. There were letters next to each names and numbers. Gavri’el picked one out at random;

<< Laniatum Excubiarum Terra. Earth Sentinel. S Ranks: 3, A Ranks: 8, B Ranks: 22, C Ranks: 46, D Ranks: 113, W Ranks: 258.>>

Something dropped onto the mattress before rolling into his side and transforming his blanket from a comfort into a method of asphyxiation. Letting out an irritated noise Gavri’el freed his head and turned to glare at the intruder. Large eyes framed by black eyelashes stared back at him.

“Lu is coughing again,” Mikal said.

Gavri’el bit back his instinctive reply and instead let out a sigh as he saw the last of his peace float away, he imagined it even waved a jaunty hand goodbye as it left. “And we should go check on him, is that it?” He asked as he sat up.

“Yup! Emi thinks so too!” Mikal replied, his faced breaking open into a gap-toothed smile. Gavri’el shook his head silently but handed over the flashlight to his youngest brother and carefully closed his book, arranging the loose leaves so they wouldn’t crinkle. On his far side, Emil rolled over eyes just visible between the flop of his bangs and the top of his over shirt.

“Let’s go check on Lukas then, shall we?” Gavri’el said and was gratified when he received two beams. The floor of their bedroom was cold, the stone having lost any heat it might have garnered during the daylight and the material from whence his socks were hewn did little to protect his feet. With Mikal’s arms clinging to one shoulder whilst his legs were wrapped securely around his waist, Gavri’el proceeded listening for tell ale coughs to guide his way. Emil’s hand slipped into his own and tugged him towards the kitchen. Though the sounds grew louder, no gleams of light appeared, and the 11-year-old felt irritation begin to replace his concern. “Mikal light,” he snapped and shoved his way through the door curtain. The flashlight halo revealed a sorry sight, one that made Gavri’el want to headbutt someone, seated on the countertop with an open book in his lap and a mug was his older brother.

That was not an unusual sight, what fed the ire was the trembling in Lukas’ shoulders and the paleness of his skin, almost pallid. “Lu!” Mikal exclaimed and made as if to climb down.

The interpaled looked up, blinked silently, and then glared, “what are you doing up?” He snapped. Mikal flinched back and lost his grip his slide turning into an ungainly fall. Gavri’el caught him around the waist, took three giant steps forwards and placed him on the countertop where he promptly lunged for Lukas’ face.

“Hey?!” Lukas yelped, wheeling back as the book slid from his lap and Mikal’s small hands collided with his face.

“Lu! You’re warm!” Was the subsequent exclamation.

“I’m… I am a warm blooded…?” Lukas replied, looking much like the antelope caught by the hunter’s scope light. Mikal frowned, jaw going tight and cheeks puffing out but before he could correct his brother. Lukas jolted and bent near double as another series of coughs wracked his chest and left him with his head pressed against his knees, still shuddering. The pattering of feet told Gavri’el that Emil had just fled the room, no doubt to fetch their first aid kit. He approached the other two, pulling up a blank face when Mikal sent him a panicked look.

“What was that you said? I’m fine? Take yourself off to bed now, was it?” He asked, only to receive a vicious glower for his troubles. Gavri’el glared right back and reached out to press the back of his hand to his brother’s forehead. He needn’t have bothered, the heat wafted up to him leaving little doubt that a fever had made its home there. The concern returned, a small ball that curled itself up in his gut and pulsed with each breath. “C’mon, let’s get you to a bed.”

“I’m fine,” Lukas protested, shaking his head as if the gesture alone didn’t make him sway. Gavri’el ignored him, and motioned at Mikal to move, the little boy flung himself off the counter in return, wobbling a bit but miraculously not faceplanting the ground. He darted ahead of them calling out for Emil. Gavri’el turned back to his brother and without ceremony confiscated his mug, he even bent and retrieved the fallen book from the ground, so Lukas would not have any excuses. “You’re worrying about nothing,” Lukas muttered, but he uncrossed his legs and slid off the counter top. “Honestly, its just a cold.”

“People have died from less,” Gavri’el replied, he set a steadying hand on his brother’s shoulder and followed him back into their bedroom. Mikal was bouncing on the mattress, looking over Emil’s shoulder who had upended their sparse supply of medicine onto the blankets. He looked up at their entrance, there were tears gathering in his eyes though none had escaped yet.

“Storebror…we don’t have any Meadowsweet or Black Elder, and there’s only a few leaves of Yarrow left.” There was panic brewing in Emil’s eyes and though Mikal looked confused now, it wouldn’t take long before he picked up that something had changed.

“That’s fine, it’s not that difficult to find,” Gavri’el heard himself say, he felt Lukas jolt beside him and Emil did not look especially reassured, but he gathered up the herbs and packets clearing the mattress. Lukas sat down gingerly before flopping backwards and stretching out. Mikal promptly dropped down as well and claimed his stomach for a pillow. Emil curled up on the other side, resting his head on Lukas’ shoulder.

“Gavri’el,” Lukas said and held out his hand. The second eldest sighed but sat down as well, curling himself around Mikal and linking their fingers together. “We’ll go find something in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

Gavri’el could count on one hand the number of times he’d been into the city, and he could count on one finger the number of times it had happened in broad daylight. Lukas walked like he belonged here, with his head held high and his hands shoved into the pockets of the trench coat. The same coat that had mysteriously appeared one day, and he still didn’t know here it came from. Lukas had just shoved an apple slice into his face when he’d asked. The streets were just beginning to fill with the early birds as the merchants unrolled their wares and began to hark. It wasn’t a pretty sound, more like the cacophony created by a murder of crows than an organized market square. Gavri’el sped up a little determined to keep close to Lukas. he hadn’t ben blessed with the protection of a coat and he could feel his skin crawling under the many gazes. The thought of them knowing that he was a rat was almost enough to cause him to grab his brother’s wrist. He crushed the impulse hastily, Lukas weak as he was might fall or react dangerously if suddenly grabbed.

“Bror, do you know where you’re going?” Gavri’el asked eventually after they’d passed several stalls, one of which that seemed appropriate and veered off into a narrower side street. It was inhabited by only a few booths, whose merchants were clearly not up to par. Lukas looked around, shoulders hunching as he coughed before he moved on swiftly, clearly searching for something. Gavri’el followed him down weaving circuits, up a staircase, across a rope bridge that swayed alarmingly, and back down again into an even seedier section of town. Lukas stumbled to a halt below an overhang, shoulders shuddering as he hacked and spat bile onto the ground, there was a wild gleam in his eyes when he looked up and he flinched away when Gavri’el reached out.

“Hey…” Gavri’el started but Lukas was already gone, a steady lope that ate up ground and created a dull pounding that matched the beat in Gavri’el’s head. The boy clenched his jaw and sped up until he was only a stride or two behind his brother. Something flickered in the corner of his eye, and Lukas veered sharply left, sliding between two buildings so quickly that Gavri’el overshot and stumbled on for a few paces. He skidded to as halt, spun back around and darted into the corridor, calling for his brother. He could hear coughing up ahead but nothing else. Gavri’el burst out into a small clearing, Lukas was kneeling in the middle bent over as he hacked but he wasn’t alone. There was a man over him, one who wore the belts and carried the baton of the enemy. One who was dressed in a familiar trench coat. He looked up at the sound of Gavri’el skidding to a stop and his eyes narrowed, a hand on his baton he stepped past Lukas and placed himself in between the two. Lukas was still coughing but Gavri’el found his feet frozen to the ground, unable to take a step back or more importantly to gasp out a sound. A voice inside his head, was telling him to run, it sounded a bit like Lukas when he yelled, but there was another voice as well one that was older and far warmer. That one was murmuring of a promise, duties, and trust freely given.

“Get away from my brother…” the voice that rasped out of his throat wasn’t his own, it sounded like the squeak of a mouse, Gavri’el swallowed harshly and forced himself to take a step forwards. The baton slid smoothly out of its belt loop and unfolded with a snap, the silent promise of pain hung heavy in the air. That was his brother though and he was needed, Gavri’el took another step forwards, trying to appear as unthreatening as possible. He swallowed again, words forming and disappearing in his brain, there had to be something he could say. Anything.

“Stop right there,” the guard said, his baton swung up to rest against his shoulder and his stance broadened.

“That’s… That’s my brother,” Gavri’el protested, and took another step. “I’m just going to collect him and then we’ll leave, please.” His legs were trembling he could feel them, his palms hurt where his nails were digging into them, there was a growing stone in his stomach because Lukas had stopped coughing, but he wasn’t moving either.

“I said, that’s far enough, Rat.”

Gavri’el froze at the tone shift, legs locking him into place, the guard knew what he was, that meant he knew what Lukas was as well and there was no way they’re were going to escape unscathed. “Please,” he said unable to keep the tremble out of his voice. He’d seen what they did to rats caught outside of the regulation hours, and he’d heard the cautionary tales.

“Silence. Kneel, put your hands on your head.”

Gavri’el dropped to his knees, lifting his hands shakily. Despite how hard he was biting down on his lower lip, he couldn’t stop the trembling. On the other side of the guard Lukas was stirring, Gavri’el could see his narrow fingers digging down between the cobblestones. Dirt was beginning to float, small mots coalescing into a form only to fall to the ground when Lukas abruptly went limp. He couldn’t stop the instinctual yelp or the forwards jolt, nor could he prevent the baton strike that crouched into his shoulder and sent him careening sideways. It hurt and for a few long breaths he couldn’t do anything more than squeeze his eyes shut and curl up.

A loud clatter followed by a crash had his eyes flying open again. The guard was on the ground, flat on his face, his baton lying a few feet away. There was another man kneeling on his back, he was grinning despite the harsh pants that were leaving his mouth. “Tsk tsk tsk, you gotta watch your back out here, Alex,” he said. Gavri’el stared too shocked to do much of anything else, the newcomer was a guard the crisscross of belts riding on his hips and the baton at his side spoke to that. So, did the dark gray cargo pants tucked into scuffed boots. The stranger stood up, reaching his arms high above his head in a lazy stretch, before stepping down and fixing a bright gaze on Gavri’el, “you all right there, kiddo?” he asked.

Gavri’el blinked, scooting away until he could scramble to his feet, his eyes flitted over to the abandoned baton and back again. “I’m… I’m fine. We’re fine, what, what do you want?”

“Me? Nothing much, lil’squeaker,” the guard said and shrugged, his thumbs hooked into a belt and he rocked back a bit. “Though…,” the head tilted a bit angling towards Lukas, “Lu, isn’t looking too hot you might want to take him to the Apothecary.”

The answer Gavri’el had been preparing to spit back short-circuited in his brain, leaving behind only steam and smoke. The guard knew who Lukas was, the guard knew that they were rats, the guard was a danger to Emil and Mikal. With no other options, Gavri’el dove towards the fallen baton, scooped it up and charged towards his brother intending to swing at the guard should he get in the way. No resistance was forthcoming, and he dropped down at Lukas’ side unmolested. His brother was breathing in shallow gasps, his skin sweaty to the touch, and his pulse more like a flutter than a drumbeat. Gavri’el rolled him onto his back gave him a slight shake but there was no reaction.

“What happened?’

Gavri’el startled and turned crouching protectively over his brother.

“Easy there, kid.” Steady blue eyes assessed him from under a fringe of dirty blond hair, that fell every which way and was hardly constrained by the dark red barrettes he could see sticking out.

“What do you want?” Gavri’el asked, hunkering down further, “I’ll do anything just please let us go.”

The guard stared back at him, a frown marring his face in stark juxtaposition to the upwards slant of his lips, eventually though he shook his head and let out a long sigh. “Anything you say, lil’squeaker?”

“Yes… anything. Just please, let us- “

“First order of business, shut up,” the guard cut him off smoothly, Gavri’el slammed his mouth shut, settling for a glare instead. The guard just smiled, blinding and bright enough that Gavri’el never saw the strike coming.

“That was foolish.”

“When I need an extra opinion, I’ll be sure to ask for it.”

“I stand corrected that was stupid.”

“Yes, yes, what’s wrong with him?”

“He’s exhausted, what were you expecting with one of his kind…”

There was a drum beating out a slow march in the back of his head, steady thumps that sent pulses of pain down his jaw and around his ears. Gavri’el forced a breath, burying his face into warm cotton, and struggled to open his eyes, only to jolt upright a moment later looking around wide eyed. He was no longer in the alley, he was no longer outside for that matter, instead the inner workings of a room met his gaze complete with two armchairs and a row of beds. He was sitting on one, a light blanket draped over his legs and across from him his brother lay still and pale. Gavri’el yelped and flung himself from the bed, more tumbling across the floor than walking as his head protested viciously the additional movements. Up close, Lukas looked at ease, some color having returned to his faced and his chest rose and fell steadily. The 11-year-old let out a relieved sound and slumped down to his knees, resting his head on the bed. The heat that had been emitting from his brother was all but gone, leaving his skin pleasant to clasp or rest his still pounding head against. Gavri’el closed his eyes, and felt his thoughts fly away like the fleet footed rabbits of the fields, stealing away his consciousness and his worries.