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the amount of gen z “leftists” who lack even basic education on the american political system is genuinely astounding and terrifying
#anyone else getting increasingly worried that trump is gonna win again 😃#as a gen z leftist who has taken 2 college poly sci classes i really need everyone to start being realistic#please do not vote 3rd party in this election#the polls are not the place to try to make a statement. you do that shit on the streets#after voting for the candidate who is the least evil with an actual chance of winning#please just take a moment and recall what we got last time we tried to rally together and vote 3rd party#and think about that but 100x worse because now that man is angry and vengeful#so i’m begging you. vote for joe biden 1 more time and implore the DNC to put forth a better candidate in 2028#but if we allow donald trump to win that may never even be a possibility#thanks for coming to my ted talk goodnight#politics#2024 election
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[ song inspo ! ] 360 by park jihoon
[ author's note ! ] 3 6 oh zero take a shot for meeeee
[ summary ! ] when you and your husband get called as a backup, youd never guess how that 'date' would end ...
[ warnings ! ] suggestive + allusions to sex sigh SOURY!!! since its agent au theres violence, guns and shooting, blood, mention of drugs n gangsters, kidnapping n stuff, reader is nauseous, joke or two about dying (? i promise it makes sense), swearing, sliiightly angsty i guess :3
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seungcheol watched you carefully as you wandered around the kitchen. you grabbed two cups and turned around to join him on the couch.
just by his smug look in his eye you could tell he was thinking about something.
you put down the steaming cups on the coffee table and crossed your arms, standing in front of it.
“what?” you asked, a playful smile forming on your husband’s face.
“nothing. just admiring my wife” he hummed and as if his legs weren’t spread enough, he pushed them a little wider. he patted his thigh with a boyish grin.
“c’mere. i missed you” he whined, brows furrowing in a pleasing expression.
“seungcheol, you remember what happened last time. i will not explain to the doctor once again how you strained your leg” you grunted, recalling the last time when you… well, safe to say, in a rush of emotions forgot about cheol’s injury. then you had to rush to the hospital, both of you almost half naked and your state leaving very little to the imagination. the doctor nagged seungcheol to slow down with physical activities and you had to shush your husband before he blurted out something that would embarrass you even more.
“ah, i’m better now. just come here” he giggled and pulled you onto his lap. you shifted and rested your knees on both sides, not putting all of your weight on him. “it’s just us. we should enjoy the free time we got”
“mhm. i feel like you’re getting bored rotting inside the house” you hummed, arms wrapping around his neck. seungcheol looked at you with hearts in his eyes, shaking his head.
“no, not at all. i love having you all to myself” he replied and before you realized, he pulled you down to rest on his lap. you just rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head in disbelief.
due to his injury, he was put aside from his duties. and you, being his wife, had to take care of him.
both you and seungcheol were agents. your job required a lot of running and just being physical. so naturally he wasn’t able to execute it.
time passed and he started getting better but his doctor advised to rest for another month.
that way he also developed many new hobbies. crotcheting, making candles, pottery, baking… you could swear he tried everything.
“i could get used to it, you know” he sighed, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. his soft locks tickled your skin as you played with the hair at the back of his neck “i love our job, i really do. but spending time together–“
your right one interrupted the peaceful moment, you and cheol pulling away at the same time. he looked at you shocked and you leaned back to grab the phone. his hands remained on your hips the whole time.
“yeah?” you answered, putting the phone on speaker.
“hi, doves. hopefully im not interrupting?” jeonghan asked in a slightly teasing voice.
“yeah, actually. we were making passionate love” seungcheol grunted and you just smacked his arm, giggling.
“don’t listen to this man child. what’s up?” you scoffed and just flicked his nose.
“i know you can’t do shit but we’re running low on people. jun and hao got sent to china and we’re just helpless. we need you, y/n. it’s a serious matter” jeonghan’s voice was stern, a little pleading.
“got it. i’ll be at the base in thirty” you said and were about to get off your husband’s lap when he took your phone
“im going too”
“what?!” you and jeonghan yelped at the same time. you smacked his shoulder yet again.
“you heard me. i’m the captain, after all. we’ll be there in fifteen” seungcheol ordered and hang up.
you saw his eyes darken a bit – you knew that. adrenaline rushed through his veins, he was itching to be back.
“you’re insufferable” you grunted and went to change into your work clothes.
“for fuck’s sake… and what are you even doing here?” jihoon crossed his arms, eyeing seungcheol up and down.
“told him not to go” you grunted and didn’t even bother to look at your husband. you had to weapon up real quick “his doctor too”
“i can run, chill out. it’s not like start breakdancing. my injury is 99% healed” cheol grunted, the atmosphere in the room already tense.
“i’d rather have kyungmin take your spot” chan snickered, trying to ease the tension. kyungmin was his nephew who just started his training to be a special agent one day, just like him… and you.
“hey, leave kyungmin alone. he’s my baby” you grinned. you really loved that kid, he was just like a happy virus. the sole sight of his cute face made you want to squish his cheeks and bite–
“okay, let’s just go. y/n, you’ll lead the group. seungcheol, you’ll take her side, i’ll explain the details on the way” jeonghan massaged his temples and left the room.
“someone’s pissed” cheol teased. jeonghan took over for the time being of seungcheol’s absence and it seemed like he already wanted to have his leader back.
as a group of special agents, your tasks and duties varied. sometimes it would be protecting someone, sometimes taking down criminals… a new day, a new surprise.
“okay, we got called as backup. there are hostages and they are the main priority, alright? one of them is the health minister’s daughter. the location is an abandoned factory, the kidnappers just wanted money. however, we got informed that they are the local drug gang we’ve been trying to locate ever since you and cheol got time off” jeonghan explained once in the car, eyeing you in the mirror “they are really reckless and unpredictable. there was no connection between the daughter and them and despite their illegal actions, they still decided to show themselves and kidnap her. because of that the minister sent a government group too, they’ll help us too”
“don’t worry, i’ll protect you” seungcheol said, the buzz of adrenaline in his veins making it hard to stay still. as if himself alone could replace the whole additional group. but…
he missed this. he missed the thrill of danger, the action, the tension. he just loved this job way too much and no amount of crocheted socks or baked cinnamon rolls could replace this.
“take a shot for me, hm?” you hummed, cupping his jaw. seungcheol’s face scrunched in a soft smile.
this saying was what got you closer. when you were new in the crew, you and cheol didn’t really… enjoy each other. so you two would often bicker and joke about letting the other down (which was cruel if you thought about it but on the other hand… you had no feelings towards him whatsoever. how the turn tables). after your first successful mission, you said it too when you were celebrating. so seungcheol drank a shot, holding eye contact with you. something deep about his gaze turned the phrase more intimate, turning into a promise of protecting the other with your own life.
“you’re gonna manifest it one day and i’m gonna kill myself if one of you dies” dokyeom suddenly spoke up and you just snorted, turning your head towards him.
“you’re being dramatic” you snickered, resting your head on seungcheol’s arm.
“no, no. he’s right. we missed you like crazy, you’re kinda like a parental figure to me” chan stuck his head out from his seat behind you, sending you a toothy grin.
“don’t get too used to this. this drama queen still needs to rest” you pointed at seungcheol “but, jeonghan, tell us more about the drug gang. leaders, weak points maybe…?”
seungcheol and you left the car, not going too far. jeonghan handed you both a walkie talkie and then moved a bit away to test it.
“coups, do you copy?” jeonghan checked. you haven’t hear your husband’s code name in a while.
suddenly, it all hit you. you’re back in the field, gun and knives attached to your hip. your bulletproof jacket on your chest, heavy boots hugging your feet. there’s life on the scale, and you’re responsible for saving those hostages.
a wave of nausea washed over you, bending in half.
“fuck, y/n, are you okay?” seungcheol asked; his voice shook a bit, taken aback by your sudden reaction.
“i got nervous all of a sudden, i might throw up” you groaned, clutching your stomach.
“hey, it’s okay” he kneeled down next to you, eyeing your pale face. rubbing your back in a reassuring motion, he didn’t notice others sending you worried looks.
“i’m fine” you muttered and took a few deep breaths, the sick feeling fading away.
your husband didn’t take his eyes off you, nodding reassuringly.
“do you want some water?” he asked, big bambi eyes staring at you.
“no, thanks. i just… the realisation hit me, i wasn’t prepared mentally to come back so suddenly. but i’m fine, don’t worry” you smiled softly and patted his arm “i promise”
“you better because you come in like, in ten. you have everything? remember: hostages are the priority” jeonghan’s smooth voice suddenly boomed from behind you and you just nodded. a loud churn turned in your stomach, your breakfast suddenly wanting to escape.
but you swallowed hardly and rushed to your spot. seungcheol followed you and before you had to head in, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips.
the old magazine was quite a messy location but luckily you were able to pass through it unnoticed if you tried enough.
on jeonghan’s signal you went in, leading the group. dividing into small groups to locate the aim, you placed your feet surely on the ground.
wonwoo and jun who were with you were as quiet as mice.
“got anything?” vernon’s voice rang in your in-ear. you replied quickly, deciding to check the rest of the corridor you got and to return to one of the squares.
it was overgrown by various plants, clearly a sign of abandonment of this place. it had a couple of benches, most of them ready to fall apart upon a small movement. it was probably an area where the workers could take a break, back in the day when the factory was working.
it had four exits, by two of which your group came in.
“what now?” chan asked jeonghan through the walkie-talkie and just when there was a buzz of an incoming answer, you heard seungcheol’s voice.
“a movement at twelve, i saw through one of the windows. we’ll be there in a moment”
in a flash you aimed your gun at the door in front of you, waiting for them to open.
seungcheol could see the square thanks to most of the walls not surviving the test of time and simply falling apart. and also most of the windows were broken due to some hooligan’s actions.
“get ready, don’t shoot yet” you ordered, shifting the weight of your body on your right leg in a defensive position.
and surely, the metal doors soon clinged open.
your jaw tensed when you saw one of the gangsters, holding a hostage. and a gun to their head. it was a boy, he looked as if he could be kyungmin’s age. it made your brows furrow.
“took you long enough. we were starting to get bored” the man grunted. they knew you were coming, they definitely had a plan. you swallowed, unsure what to say. however, the man was faster.
“who’s the leader of this pathetic little group?” he asked.
you proudly stepped out, not wasting a second. the aggressive man just pushed his gun closer to the hostage’s head.
then, seuncheol entered the room, aiming at the man as well.
“drop the weapon and follow me” he snarled “unless you want my colleague to shoot the minister’s daughter”
“y/n…” jeonghan warned you, not even sure why – he knew you wouldn’t listen.
you slowly kneeled down and tossed your gun on the grass, raising back up with your hands in a defensive posture.
“i’m going with her” cheol’s voice boomed behind you, shortly followed by the sound of a dropping gun.
no one noticed but the gang member realized the bligning golden rings on your fingers. a teasing smile bloomed on his face as he nodded.
“welcome” he just mumbled.
“let me see her” you ordered and the man just turned around, silently telling you to follow him.
“don’t do anything stupid, you’re unharmed! both of you!” jeonghan hissed through the in-ear.
seungcheol’s heart sped up and he looked at your group through his shoulder for the last time.
“the other group has to follow them, now! use the right wing, don’t get caught. use the second exit, the one i showed you on the map. go!” jeonghan ordered.
“what’s your plan? you’re surrounded” you blurted out. the man just snickered.
“you’re a dumb bitch if you think i’ll tell you that”
“motherfucker” you heard cheol’s hiss and just sent him a nagging look. the man either didn’t care nor didn’t hear.
soon enough after entering and passing through some rooms and corridors, the guy lead you to a room on the second floor.
the hostages were tied there, sunlight shining through a half broken window on their frightened faces.
“now that was dumb to follow us all alone. we’ve got two more to our collection. well, you definitely won’t be as worth as her” the man spat on the floor next to a blonde girl, nudging her with his foot.
“tell me how much you want. we can solve this without hurting anyone” you pleaded, eyeing the guards in the room. then, you casted an eye over the hostages. huh yunjin, the daughter of the minister. jeonghan showed you her pictures. you also saw two young boys, a man who you saw before and a woman… with her baby.
a baby.
your jaw clenched. your husband noticed that and only sent you a calming look.
“a woman of business. now we’re talking” the gangster huffed and followed your line of sight. he smirked upon noticing you’re looking at the small baby.
“i see them! second floor, west side. the hostages are on the middle, there’s more or less five people. i can’t see the whole room” you heard jihoon’s voice in your in-ear - he took the sniping spot alongside dokyeom and seungkwan.
“how much do you want?” you asked, finally looking up. the man suddenly started laughing, grabbing his walkie-talkie.
“i’ll show you something, listen closely” he smiled disgustingly and started talking to the walkie-talkie “rooftops, how we’re feeling? did you take down those ants already?”
“on it, sir” the buzz sent shivers down your spine. they had snipers too?
wait, rooftops?
“oh shit–!” jihoon’s yelp rang in your ear.
“jihoon-ah!” jeonghan’s voice was full of fear and you felt your heart speeding up when your friend didn’t reply.
you stared at the aggressors, your chest rising up and down.
the silence was so loud, your racing heart tearing apart. should you save the hostages and remain calm or should you–
“fucking asshole missed”
a shaky sigh left your lips and you glared at the leader of the gang.
“what do you want?” you hissed, jaw clenched. your hand was itching to reach for your hidden weapon.
“see, misses… life is not all about love, money, fame. although it is fun that way” the man tsked, circling around the hostages. they were looking at you pleadingly.
you shifted your fingers, calculating how much time you have. if the snipers could take the rest of the guards down before you reach out for your hidden knife.
you caught seungcheol’s stern gaze, he could read you like an open book.
“don’t” he mouthed. you just cursed mentally and raised your eyes to the sky.
“you know, we’re doing it because, well… money. but also, i got a little bored” the man spoke up, standing still and observing you two.
jeonghan was right, this guy is a psycho. bored? he was bored and decided to give those poor kids trauma.
“but thanks to you my game just got a whole lotta entertaining!” he opened his arms widely with a grin. you wanted to rip it off his face.
“hang on in there, we’re almost there!” jeonghan said. he could hear everything that was going on, including your rapid breaths.
“because if i’m not mistaken… you’re married, hm? lovebirds… quite a romantic date idea” he chuckled slyly, fox-alike.
the sound of a gun reloading made you take a step closer to seungcheol.
fuck.
you usually take off your wedding rings. exactly for the risk of such a situation. and also because it was more comfortable to hold a weapon with a free hand.
“so, mr. husband. choose. her…” the gang leader pointed his gun at yunjin, her eyes glossy. then, he painfully slowly aimed his weapon at you. right between your eyes “... or her”
“fuck. where are you?” jeonghan asked the group.
you stopped breathing, ringing in your ears getting hard to bare.
“her, pick her” the daughter of the minister whined, almost begged. tears pooled in your eyes - this poor girl wanted to save you.
“yunjin, listen to me. you’ll live. don’t panic” you reassured her, shaking your head.
seungcheol stayed silent, swallowing hard. in theory, the choice was easy: you; he’d always choose you.
but he didn’t want anyone to die. especially this young girl that still had her whole life in front of her. he knew the trouble everyone could get in if anything happened to her. both you, him and his whole team.
“come on” the gang member teased.
“shoot me”
you whipped your head at seungcheol, mouth falling agape. he was serious.
“cheol, what the fuck are you even talking about!” you yelled, trying to grab his hand but the loud tsk made you halt.
“a man of honor…” the guy started.
“boss, i see a group of people approaching the room” his walkie-talkie speaking made you freeze. you’re doomed.
“see, normally i’d make you suffer a bit more. maybe even give you time to say your last goodbye. but since your team is coming, i have no options left” the guy grinned and moved his gun at seungcheol, lowering his hand a bit.
then it all happened in a blink of an eye, your heart fuelling your limbs.
when seungcheol didn’t feel any pain but he heard the gunshot, he thought it was the adrenaline blocking his sensors. only when your body surged forwards to cover him, it was too late for him to react.
along with your painful yelp, the door swung open and your team came to rescue you and the hostages.
with the rest of your strength you reached for your hidden knife and threw it at one of the guards who was getting ready to shoot.
“hey, hey. y/n… fuck, are you stupid?” cheol kneeled down, panic in his ebony irises. he held your body, sticky blood covering his palms. he was freaking out, only being able to observe how your eyes are starting to lose their light.
“take a shot for me, remember?” you smiled softly, bringing your hand to his cheek.
“no, no, no. that’s why he was supposed to shoot me! we… you, i… you can’t–” he breathed out, tears filling his eyes.
he didn’t realize the fight that was going on, luckily jihoon and the rest of the snipers were taking care of your backs. the voices around him blurred out; fell silent on his ears as he was only focused on you.
your eyelids drooping, your limbs getting lighter. he held your wrist that was cupping his cheek, the other hand looking for the wound to stop the bleeding at least for a moment.
“i love you, cheol”
the light in the room was unbearable. but so was the silence. the horrible, bone shattering silence.
“how is she?” jeonghan asked quietly, stepping into the room with a doctor, mingyu.
seungcheol just swallowed, shrugging his shoulders. your face was pale, your arm bandaged. he already wiped the dried blood off your cheek. most importantly, you were breathing.
“good question” seungcheol murmured, squeezing your hand.
mingyu looked at his papers and clicked his pen, humming.
“i’m fine, actually”
jeonghan’s soft gasp was followed by your husband’s yelp. he lurched forward to hug you, careful not to cause any pain to your arm.
you giggled into his shoulder, wrapping your free hand around his back.
“you gave us a heart attack” jeonghan snickered and the doctor just smiled. seungcheol leaned away a bit and you brushed off the hair from his forehead. visible relief was painted all over his face.
“sorry. couldn’t let my hubby die before me” you snickered and jeonghan just tsked in disapproval “also, how…”
“everyone is alive, sound and safe. well, except some of the gang members. we captured the leader, who did manage to escape but… um, your husband put the pedal to the metal, let’s just say that” he snickered.
“good. very good. i’m glad they are all safe” you smiled and interlocked your fingers with cheol’s.
“if i may interrupt…” the doctor cleared his throat and you all nodded, allowing him to read his notes “everything is fine. you got shot in the arm, luckily above the bone. you did lose a lot of blood but everything, as i said, is fine. the baby too”
“that’s good” you grinned and halted, your smile fading. you blinked twice, furrowing your brows. seungcheol didn’t seem to understand “wait, what baby?”
now it was mingyu’s turn to frown. jeonghan’s eyes were as wide as plates.
“you’re pregnant, mrs choi. i thought you knew?” he frowned, observing the pure shock on your faces.
“i... we… baby?” seungcheol choked out, pointing at himself and then you.
“well that’s how babies are made, right?” the doctor snickered.
“oh my god, you weren’t joking with the passionate love making” jeonghan groaned dramatically and you just fellt your face go red.
“no! i mean… wait, how… how… which week…?” you asked, looking at your husband. he was still clearly processing it.
“ninth week. it’s normal that you couldn't see the belly” the doctor explained and just smiled softly “well, i’ll leave you alone now. if you have more questions or want to do extra check up, or usg for the baby, just let us know. and congratulations, i suppose”
he sent you a toothy smile and left.
you could see cogs turning in jeonghan’s head.
“so that would mean… three months, more or less… oh, ew, someone was celebrating their birthday!” he fake gagged and your eyes widened.
“you’re gross, get out!” you laughed and he just snickered.
“i will. let me spread the news tho” he smiled and left.
seungcheol kept staring at you, lips parted.
“cheol?” you asked softly, sitting up. his fingers traced the cold metal of your wedding ring in an absentminded motion.
“y/n… we’re going to be parents” he whispered, tears pricking his eyes.
he let them flow, smile breaking on his lips.
“we are” you agreed happily. sure, life was messy with your job - and maybe it was a sign to change your profession to something less life risking. but during cheol’s injury you got a taste of the time alone.
it was nice. peaceful, embodiment of love.
and now, there’s gonna be an additional member of your small family. maybe it won’t be as peaceful as it was with just the two of you. but it’ll definitely be worth it.
seungcheol leaned in and cupped your face, surprising you with a passionate lips. wet tears stained your cheeks and you weren’t sure anymore if they were yours or his. one thing was certain, though: they were tears of joy.
your life will turn 360 degrees now but with your husband by your side, you know it’ll be perfect.
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The Gray Woman 1
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Lloyd Hansen
Summary: You meet a man who tests your patience. (grumpy!short!reader)
Note: To those who didn't help me resist this beast, I blame you.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
"Five thousand." The man slaps his card down and flicks it through the slot of the plastic window.
"Five thousand," you repeat.
"In cash. Hundreds, sweetheart. Oh, actually, do about five hundred in ones," he winks.
You don't humour him by reacting. Your skin crawls nonetheless. The implication of the last part of his request is clear. You merely stare back at him. He's not unusual. Executives strut in all the time with their demands. It's never a request, no please, no thank you. They only tell you what to do.
"Yes, sir. I would need your ID," you take his card from the counter and feel the embossed letters on the matte black plastic.
He scoffs, "my ID? I gave you my damn card."
You don't flinch. Not for him. You've worked this desk long enough not to even feel his anger. He's just another spoiled brat in an overpriced suit. The metropolitan bank is an ocean swimming with the likes of him; hair slicked with smelly pomade, feet bedecked in tacky designer loafers, and jackets lined with silk. You couldn't pick him out of a batch of your usual clientele.
"It is procedure, sir. For security. We must confirm your identity and make note of the large transaction--"
"Large transaction? It's pennies," he scoffs.
"Sir, I'm only following protocol. For your safety." You insist.
He snarls as you remain placid. Your lack of reaction doesn't please him. He jabs his finger onto the marble ledge on the other side of the plastic window. "Manager. Now." He pokes again. "Get me your manager."
"Yes, sir, a moment," you slide forward in the chair and step onto the lower bar of the tall legs.
"While you're at it, why don't you crack a smile?" He snipes.
You climb down without response, his card still in hand, and turn to find Veronique. You've been told to do so many a time. You don't give in. It's not that you don't smile, you just prefer to have a reason for that. You're not grim by any measure, just reserved. You don't believe in exhuberance.
As you cross the floor, you look down at the card in your hand. You can just make out the plastic letters; Lloyd M. Hansen. The name might be familiar, you may have even helped him before, but you can't recall.
You long-legged supervisor with her auburn red hair, waved to compliment her long oval face, stands with Gianni, giggling at the Account Manager as he postures. You approach and steel yourself for the interaction. She doesn't notice you as you stand right by her elbow.
You clear your throat, "Excuse me."
"Oh, pardon me, Gianni," she peers over at you, "what is it, dear?"
"A customer is unhappy. He does not want to show his ID." You say.
"Oh, gosh, forgive me, Gianni," she looks back to the manager and preens. "Gotta make sure everyone's happy, don't I?" She spins and nudges you away from the man in his pin-striped arrogance. She lowers her voice as she stomps in her heels, "do I have to do everything around here?"
"I tried--"
"Zip it," she warns and looks ahead. "Bonjour, Mr. Hansen, comment ca va?" She puts her on her faux French accent.
Your chest hollows out. Of course, she would know him. You already know how this goes.
"Well, Ronnie, this pinch-faced brat you got working for you won't give me my money," he crosses his arms and leans them against the ledge. Brat? You're probably not that much younger than him, and likely more mature.
"Oh, my, I'm so sorry. Forgive me, monsieur," she trills and rears on you, "go get his money."
You blink, "yes, ma'am."
Her lip curls slightly. She doesn't like that. It makes her feel old. It's as much rebellion as you have in you. Subtlety always does better.
You turn and go to the safe. You put the bills through the counting machine, taking your time, then return to your desk. As you approach, Veronique lets out another of her high-pitched giggles.
The man on the other side, Hansen, stands straight, his arms still folded, and coughs. It's nothing in his throat, you know what it is. You push his card through the slot then climb up calmly into your chair.
You count the bills by hand as Veronique hovers like a hawk. You record the withdrawal as you pause.
"Once again, Monsieur Hansen, we apologise," she fawns, "it is only that she did not recognise you." She lowers her voice and leans into the window, hiding her mouth even though you can obviously hear her, "we think her hearing is going a bit."
You continue to count and state the total evenly as you slide it under the window, "five thousand, sir."
"Great," he checks his watch, "only took ten minutes out of my day to do what could be done in ten seconds."
He clamps his hand over the money and shakes his head. You close out of his account as Veronique lingers.
"I will be sure this does not happen again," she avows. "I hope you have a wonderful day."
He grumbles and says nothing else. He catches your gaze and his eyes narrow. You calmly reach for your pen and turn back to your computer. The next client steps forward and blocks him out.
"How can I help you today?" You ask, moving onto the next without another thought. It's just another day. Always the same. Good and bad.
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“morning sex”
college au! satoru gojo x reader
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cw: bad language, recreational drug use (oops), mentions of drinking, sex, and other overage things
no smut i was just inspired by the song
wc: 1.1k
“i got too many problems i put off still. for the morning, i'm thinking bout your body.”
oh, the sun feels so good on his bare back, the rays of light dancing along like little fairies warming his body from the outside in. soft music playing in the background, the sound of the birds chirping, satoru gojo nestles into his surprisingly soft pillow and takes a deep sigh.
he's so warm. he could stay here forever.
his pale eyelashes flutter as he stirs and groans, not ready to be woken up from his peaceful moment. probably the best night of sleep he's ever had.
as he becomes more lucid, he inhales softly, and his nose crinkles. what the hell is that smell? it’s becoming more pungent the more his eyes open.
“you alright down there, bud?”
satoru’s eyes fly open and he looks down to see that his super soft pillow is your silky soft, creamy, brown thigh.
bare.
the gulp gets caught in his throat as he trails his head up to where your sat against your headboard, mid-yawn, in a mass of blankets, slightly rumpled and widely amused, looking down at where he's laying.
in between your legs.
the mild panic in his eyes makes you roll your own, as you tap out the ash on your joint. “relax, would you. we didn’t do anything last night if that’s what you’re thinking.”
last night...
satoru can feel the oncoming hangover as he tries to recall. last night? what the fuck happened? he can remember, heavy baselines, drunk cigarettes, laughing at shoko falling down the stairs, suguru laughing at him tumbling down the same staircase, umm, maybe a dare to chug a monster shot of straight vodka.
but you?
he’s trying his best to remember you, but the images in his head are all fuzzy. but if he’s here, in what looks to be your bed, then something must’ve happened, right?
one look at his puzzled face and you start snickering. it isn’t mean, actually, the sound is kind of pleasing to his ears, but it doesn’t feel any less like you’re not making fun of him.
“look at your face,” you snort and use your free hand to itch under your bonnet, “you don’t remember me at all, d'you?”
he scoffs. “of course i remember you,” his blue eyes squint in concentration, trying to picture where he’s seen your face before. “you’re, uhh, one of shoko’s friends, no?”
this time you actually laugh, and it really feels like you’re laughing at him. “no.” you stretch and sit up a bit more against your pillows. “nah, i have classes with your boy, suguru geto?”
“my boy?”
you push air out of your nose in an amused huff. the sunlight makes your face glow, “he’s not your boy?”
“he’s—yeah,” satoru clears his throat, so that’s where he remembers you from, you’re one of suguru’s friends, ‘what the fuck is going on?’, “yeah, we’re boys.”
“yeah, exactly.” you look really composed, maybe this is a common thing for you, or maybe satoru’s still out of it. “could you, maybe, stop that thing you’re doing with your hands? it’s kind of tickling me.”
satoru looks down to where his long, pale fingers have been tracing circles on your bare thigh. your skin is really soft. he flexes his fingers then reaches up to brush the sleep knots out of his hair. he thinks he’s being sly, but you notice his gaze crawl up your leg. you are wearing underwear, huh, and he checks himself quickly—he’s still wearing the joggers he had on last night.
“i like your pokémon boxers,” is all he says, he’s teasing, getting a rise out of people is what he does best.
he notes how your eyes crinkle as you half-smirk, then you move your leg to the side so his head goes smack into your mattress.
he takes the L and lies there face down for a minute until he hears you shuffle. when he looks back up at you with his piercing blue gaze, you’ve got a lighter in your hand and are resparking your joint.
he crinkles his nose again. “inside, really?”
you gesture your head to the doorway and satoru’s heart drops for a second because he thinks you’re about to ask him to leave, but then he sees the rolled-up towel jammed in the gap between the door and floor. you then lazily point to the incense stick lit on your bedside and reply with a yawn. “it’s all about technique, really. besides, the window’s open so hopefully, the smell won’t stick.”
you regard him curiously and wave the joint in front of satoru’s face with a playful lilt. “you want a pull?”
“i haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“c’monnnn, it’ll help with your hangover, maybe relax you a bit too.”
“i am perfectly relaxed,” he snarks as he takes the joint from you, purely to prove a point but, he really means it.
he is relaxed. more than he's been in a long time. the haze of your room is so soft and warm. the sunrise streaming in from blinds mixed with the soft music playing on your speakers paints the perfect scene. and damn, he's perfectly content to stay in your bed all day.
he locks eyes with you, like he's challenging you or something, as he takes a long drag. “so, you sure we didn’t do anything?”
your eyebrow raises as you huff, “wow, d'you really not remember?”
he shakes his head, you can smell his embarrassment.
“i’m not surprised. you guys got mad crossfaded, and then geto ditched you to go link up with the hot girl he’s been talking about.”
“no way? he ditched me for tongue-piercing girl?” he mutters, though his tone lacks any bite at his friend’s betrayal. “fucking bastard.”
“yeah, i bet.” you scoff at him and relax into your pillow. “you weren’t complaining yesterday though, all up in my personal space, kept trying to steal my vape. your rizz could use some work.”
“that was not rizz.”
“no, it really wasn’t- ” you say pointedly, he pinches your thigh with his free hand, and you swat him away. “watch it, and don’t get ash on my bed covers.”
he rolls his eyes and holds down his cough, gesturing for you to continue.
“but yeah,” you sniff. “we were both hella drunk, to be fair. made out for a bit, got to about second base, and then you passed out.”
“i passed out?!” he coughs, like violently. you take pity and pass him your water bottle.
“what? oh, not like pass out pass out. you just fell asleep."
“you don't mean-” satoru clears his throat, his eyes dropping to way your thigh curves, and his fingers tingle with the phantom sense of your bare silky skin, “i fell asleep before we could-”
“mhm.”
“oh, damn.”
“mhm...”
“clearly, you weren’t that exciting if I fell asleep in the middle of—ow," you smack the back of his neck, “okay, what the fuck, calm down woman, it was a joke.”
“whatever. you want the last pull?”
satoru lays back down shakes his head no and you, ever so softly, run your free hand through his hair, gently detangling.
he leans into your touch.
as the paper burn down to the roach, he props himself and watches you toss it in the tray.
“that’s cute.” the ceramic ashtray on your nighstand.
“thank you, i made it myself.”
“cool.”
“you hungry?”
“mhmmm.”
“you wanna get brunch?”
“sounds good to me.”
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Corruption Ch8
(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7
Warning: Minors DNI, smut, fingering, doctor play?? grinding, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?
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Three months, Eight Days until D-Day
Today was finally the moment Miguel's been waiting for. The day that got you on your nerves. Today, was the day of the health examinations. To be precise, your full body examine given by none other than Miguel.
You were currently in your office, mentally preparing yourself. You could feel your nerves getting the better of you. You had been telling yourself about this for weeks now. Not even your hardest fights got you this nervous.
Recalling your last few weeks, you let out a grunt before sitting on your chair. You hate to admit it, but you took Miguel's advice. This super hero stuff was new to you and because of it, you kept getting injured.
Slowly, but surely, you were letting the Public Eye do their job and protect the people from the small issues. You just took on the villains and other high risk problems. It felt wrong, but nothing bad was happening to anyone.
"(Y/N), it's time. Please head to the twelfth floor for your examination. Miguel has a private room for the two of you." Lyla chirped as she appeared before you, "Do you still need that relaxing sedative?"
"Um, y-yea. Lyla, does...does Miguel know what he's doing."
"Yep. I made sure he studied hard for this," She teased, appearing by your door, "Let's go before you're late."
"Yes."
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Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for you to arrive. Everything he needed was set up for him by the doctors he hired. You were just a few minutes from giving him everything he wanted. Miguel was going to enjoy this.
"S-Sorry I'm late, Miguel...I-I...I'm just nervous." You said, biting your lower lip as you tried to calm down. Miguel resisted a chuckle, finding you quite amusing,
"Well, relax. We're going to start with the normal stuff. Empty your pockets and step on the scale."
"Um, don't judge me...Okay?" You huffed, taking your shoes off and getting on the scale. Miguel raised a brow as typed on his tablet,
"For what? Your weight is below average. You need to eat more."
"I said no judging."
"I'm just stating facts," Miguel said.
You needed to gain more weight if you were going to produce the perfect child. If this was about you thinking that you were fat, then Miguel was going to have to convince you otherwise. Having you sit on the chair, Miguel took your blood pressure first. After that, he went to one of the main courses-your blood.
"Remember, after we take your blood, you're going to feel really dizzy from the relaxing sedative I give you. When you come to, don't push yourself." Miguel warned as he watched your blood drip into the bag.
"I know," You muttered, "Just don't bully me too much, okay?" You asked with a huff.
Miguel just smiled towards you, more focused on your blood. He was being a little greedy and taking a whole ounce from you. This was for the sake of helping you. Miguel was going to make himself into a superior being just like you.
For the sake of his experiments.
Once the blood was drawn, Miguel gave you a minute to relax. He checked your ears, eyes and mouth before giving you the drug. Once you took it, he waited a few minutes for it to kick in. Your body soon started to slump and you wavered in place.
"How's my good girl?" Miguel whispered with a hum, lifting your chin.
"Beeeetter," You slurred, smiling sheepishly.
Miguel couldn't hold back his laughter. He had you where he wanted you. The drug included a little truth serum along with a touch of the same drug that made people high. Taking your robe off, Miguel inhaled deeply at the sight of you. Your body seemed like it was glistering. Tossing the robe aside, Miguel first grabbed your arms, stroking down to your wrists.
"(Y/n), my dear (Y/n), how did you get your powers?" Miguel asked sweetly, watching you shudder,
"Mhm, I got bit....by your radioactive spider," You cooed, leaning towards him, "Mig, be careful~"
"Why?" Miguel smirked at how woozy you were.
"I can shoot webssss~" You giggled.
Miguel raised a brow in awe as he pressed against your wrist, watching the organic webbing shoot. He gasped in awe, eyes sparkling as he did it once more. This was fantastic! You were Miguel's little toy until that drug wore off.
Miguel had exactly one hour to ask you whatever he wanted. To do whatever he wanted to you. Wanting to return to your webbing later, Miguel hummed as he continued his examination. He still had to give you something professional by the end of his.
"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked softly against your ear.
"I....was afraid that I'll be your next experiment." You whimpered, leaning against Miguel's chest, "I don't want to be cut up."
Miguel felt your body tremble as his hands massaged and examined your breasts for any lumps. His head was against your shoulder, just listening to your sweet, soft whines. Cut up? Oh how wrong you were. Miguel wasn't going to kill you like the others.
He had bigger plans for you.
Miguel grunted lowly as you squirmed against him. Moving away from you as he felt something stir within him, Miguel continued with the examination. He tested your reflexes while telling himself to focus on the main task.
"Did gaining these powers affect any part of your body?" Miguel asked, propping your legs up and removing your panties.
"I can shoot webs~ and stick to walls~" You cooed, giggling lowly. Miguel glanced at you,
"When was your last period?"
"Last week~"
"Still a virgin?" Miguel typed on his tablet.
"Yep. Waiting for you~ Migueeeeeel, I love youuuuu~" You cooed, holding you arms out. Miguel placed his tablet down before washing his hands, "I love you so much!"
"I know, (Y/N). I know," Miguel hummed as he put his gloves on, "I made sure you stayed single, my dear (Y/N). No one is allowed to have you now. Not when you are so, so special."
"Ah~ M-Miguel...d-don't-"
"Shh, the doctor is working," Miguel chuckled.
He wasn't exactly lying. Miguel was performing a full body examination of every part of your body. Spreading your folds, Miguel just scoffed. You were nervous about this part. Your pussy was just dripping for his attention.
It was a shame you weren't going to remember this. Sliding his finger inside your hole, Miguel inhaled to the sounds of your whines. He was just testing for any strange lumps, but this was nice. This stirred that same feeling he tried to ignore.
"Mig~" You whimpered.
Miguel wiggled his finger around, watching you squirm and whine. This was new. A different kind of experiment. Miguel wanted to see what would make you cum. He had watched you do it yourself enough times, how hard could it be?
Inserting another finger, Miguel hovered over you as you reached out for him. His attention was towards your face as you moaned against his touch. His fingers pumping deep inside of you with each thrust. Miguel felt his chest grow heavy as he felt eager for more.
"Why'd you become a hero, (Y/N)?"
"I-I wanted, ah~ t-to save you~!" You moaned. Miguel chuckled darkly as he curled his fingers,
"Save me from what? I think you're the one who needs saving."
Miguel inhaled deeply as you cam against his gloved fingers. Your breathing heavy as you calmed down from your high. Miguel removed his fingers and threw out his gloves before returning to you. Oh how delicious this was.
"Would you do anything for me? Because you love me?"
"Yes,"
"Even be my little trophy, waiting for me to come home and test your stamina?" Miguel's smile turned wicked as he hovered over you again, his pupils blown as he gave you a crazed look, "As I take over the city as the new powered individual, while you wait at home pregnant with the future of humanity?!"
"Mhm,"
Miguel grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look into his insane looking eyes.
"Answer me, (Y/N), will you be my good girl and do whatever I say?"
"Yes."
Miguel broke into a fit of laughter as he stepped away from you. He leaned against the wall, covering his face as his laughter turned sadistic and cruel. Oh how delicious this was. How perfect you were for him.
Nueva York's precious Spider-Woman was being tainted. Miguel was going to turn you into his personal trophy. Now that he had your blood, Miguel was going to fix himself. He was going to rule over this city with you as his little obedient wife.
"Oh, (Y/N), you drive me insane." Miguel hummed, "Is it hard to keep your secret from me?"
"Yes. Sometimes it feels like you like Spider-Woman more than me,"
Miguel raised a brow as he put your panties back on. You looked like you were about to cry. Rolling his eyes, Miguel went to put your clothes back on.
"Before I knew it was you, I did find Spider-Woman more interesting; however, you were always in my line of interest," Miguel sighed, knowing damn well you weren't going to remember this, "But you were always mine."
"Miggy," You whined.
Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine as you called him that. Grunting lowly, Miguel set up his work and grabbed your wrist. He cussed lowly and had you sit on his lap, your chest against his chest so that he could work.
"Miggy~"
"Stop talking, (Y/N), I need to take notes of everything," Miguel grumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I like this~ So warm~ I love you~"
Miguel grunted once more, finding it hard to concentrate. You were squirming against his lap, breathing softly against his ear. That eerie feeling in his chest return as he felt the urge to do something he had never thought of before.
"Miggy~"
"¡Maldita sea, no puedo follarte hasta que sea como tú! (Dammit, I can't fuck you until I become like you!)" He cussed out in Spanish, which was rare and only when he was really frustrated.
Realizing what he just admitted, Miguel cussed lowly once more. You were really testing him. Miguel had to behave. He couldn't risk his plan by giving in now. Shit, just the thought seemed so ridiculous. This was going to be Miguel's secret.
He was never going to let you know about this weakness in him. No one was going to ever know about this.
"I'm sorry, Miguel," You whispered, apologizing against his ear.
Miguel lazily glanced at you, wondering if you could ease his harden erection. It would be taking advantage of you for sure, but you would still do it. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Miguel just decided to grind his erection against your cunt.
"Miggy~"
"(Y/n), my little stress reliever," Miguel hummed as he took his dick out, rubbing it directly against your panties, "Who is your toughest villain?"
"Ah~ Uh, mhm~"
Miguel chuckled as you shook against his body, moving your hips against his. Your panties getting wetter as Miguel pressed himself against you more.
"D-Doc...O-Ock was ah~ h-hard...H-He hurt me, mhm~ r-really bad, but...you took care of me~" You moaned. Miguel grunted lowly as he felt your body shake from cumming again,
"Wrong answer," He muttered, groaning as he coated your panties white, "It's me."
Finally feeling some relief, Miguel cleaned himself up then you. He didn't want to hear any questions or concerns from you. Placing you back against his lap, Miguel continued to do his work on the computer.
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You whimpered lowly, feeling yourself come back to your senses. As you started to waver back into realty, you noticed that you were still in the doctor's office. Resting your head, you groaned softly as you tried to remember what happened.
Everything was a blur.
Turning your head to the side, you saw Miguel working intensely on something. His face just inches away from yours. Sinking that in, you gasped and went to jolt back, but Miguel grabbed you. He pulled you back into his lap, grunting angerily,
"Don't move. I'm focused," He spat.
"Miguel? Why am I-"
"Shh," He hissed.
You kept quiet, still feeling a bit woozy from the drug. Your body felt heavy and your vison was spinning. Relaxing against Miguel, you hummed quietly, enjoying this moment. You felt your eye lids slowly close.
"Tch, it's as if they know I'll kill him." Miguel hissed harshly. You nuzzled into him, whimpering softly,
"Hm?"
"Someone's getting comfortable. Did you forget that I'm your boss?" Miguel huffed, leaning back and glancing towards you.
"Mhm, you said....not to move," You whispered. Miguel's hand rested against your head, sending a shiver down your spine,
"Because you're reacting poorly to the drug. I didn't expect your body to be so sensitive," Miguel hummed, smirking, "But, since you were such a good girl for me, I'll treat you to dinner. We have to get your blood cells pumping."
"I'd like that,"
Your smile grew wide as you stayed in Miguel's lap for a while longer. This was nice. Maybe, just maybe, you could try and ask him out for a proper date. With how Miguel has been lately, there might be a slither of a chance he says yes.
"Oh, and (Y/N)?"
"Yes, Miguel?"
"If you call me Miggy again, I'll have to punish you." Miguel said firmly.
Your face turned bright red as you apologized and buried your face into his shoulder. You had only called him that in your wet dreams. Now you were worried about what else you said while you were drugged. Hopefully nothing more than just the little nickname you called him.
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Miguel kept you on his lap for another hour or so. He quite enjoyed the thought of having the city's favorite super hero on his lap. It won't be long until he joined the game and turned this city into his playground.
A villain's playground.
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(Going on a short break, gotta finish Persona 3 Reload in time for Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth!)
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Twst x obey me.... Where something happens that makes both worlds overlap or makes characters from both worlds meet each other،as a result, Mc and Yuu meet each other and it turns out that they were friends when they were still living in the human world.
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Twisted Wonderland x Obey me Crossover
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A/n: This was requested last June 7, why am I so slow (╥﹏╥) not gonna lie this is hard to write, I kept thinking about what to put the reader’s pov on, I might write You as Yuki, and vice versa, where Yuu goes to Devildom, but that plan is still in drafts, for now, please enjoy the part 1! A few reminders: - Yuki is the default name in Obey Me! - NO pairing yet, It will be implied, but not explicitly displayed. - this will be divided into chapters, It will be considered a one-shot/non-series since I'm not doing different Points of view like how I do series. - Updates will be a bit slow - Credits: The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers and Official Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland art. - Just enjoy! Would love to hear your responses on this fic cause I'm having fun writing it ^^ Masterlist
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“What is that?” you asked, bewildered, as a strange portal suddenly opened in front of you. Grabbing Grim protectively, you jumped back, creating a considerable distance from the portal. Grim meowed in confusion, stirring awake.
“Mrgh...” Grim stirs slightly, rubbing his eyes with his paws, “Hench human did you really need to be that rough?” he huffed yawning, rubbing his eyes he blinked away his drowsiness and stared at where you were looking at.
The reddish portal loomed ominously before you, causing sweat to bead on your forehead. "Sorry, Grim, but just look at that! It opened so suddenly," Grim's tail wagged curiously. "What is that?" he asked, his eyes reflecting your own bewilderment. It was becoming clear that the two of you were starting to mirror each other’s reactions, the same responses and all.
Uncertain of what to do, but feeling compelled to investigate the strange portal, you decided to proceed. Maybe it would offer some clues about how to return home. Cautiously, you placed Grim at the door, advising him to stay put while you approached the portal. Grim grumbled in protest, but your serious tone made him comply, his ears drooping as he huffed. "Don't do anything stupid, Henchhuman. I'll be here to protect you!" he declared, trying to mask his concern with bravado.
The moment you touched the portal, a hand slid out, grabbing yours and making you screech in surprise.You tried to pull away, but instead, you ended up dragging out another person... or rather, a sheep?
“Wha—” you squeaked, falling down with a thud as the weight of the body you pulled out slammed into you.
“I am so sorry!” a familiar voice rang out. They quickly grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you rubbed your head, trying to shake off the daze. As Grim hissed fiercely at the person who had just body-slammed you, you managed to groan out, "It's fine," while grabbing Grim firmly by the scuff. "Behave, Grim." When the person finally got off you, your eyes widened in surprise. "Yuki?"
"Hm?" they exclaimed, eyes widening as they pointed straight at you. "It's you!" With a squeal, they leaped at you once more, sandwiching poor Grim between you both.
“Ack! Get off me!” he squirmed managing to push himself off the crushing hug you both shared. “Where have you been?! You vanished in our world!” Yuki cried out, shaking you and making you dizzy as you grabbed their arms, trying to calm them down. “Wait! Wait!” you said, “You vanished too! You recall the time we were in a sleepover?!” You complained.
“So, both of us got taken away at the same time?” Yuki said, frowning, making them look around. “Is this where you live?” they said, eyes twinkling. “Wow this is a good place” they stood up, offering their hand to help you stand on your feet. Which you unconsciously take, a gesture you do with your long-time friend.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t even like this before- It was a mess” you admitted, scratching the back of your neck, you’re not sure if you should tell Yuki about how you’re basically broke, and you’re being exploited by a certain birdman headmaster.
“Are you not telling me something else?” Yuki’s eyes narrowed, crossing their arms. “Tell me the deets, now” " Their gaze shifted momentarily as Grim the cat perched on your shoulder steals their attention causing them to get distracted. “A flaming cat? Really?” Yuki said, “Hey! His name is Grim, not a flaming cat,” you huffed, hugging Grim. “He’s my companion, first friend in this world.” Rubbing the base of Grim’s ear, he still glared at Yuki. Now that you think about it, Yuki looked incredibly different, sure their pink hair was normal but why do they have horns, and are those sheep legs?
“You know, forget about me, at least I look normal,” you commented, reaching out to touch Yuki’s horns. “What happened to you?” you asked, Yuki grins, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from them as they cup both your hands. “I’m an exchange student in RAD.”
"RAD?" You interjected, acknowledging the interesting adventure both of you had after getting separated. "You know what," you continued, cutting off Yuki's babbling before it could start. "Let's discuss this in the living room. Will the portal you used close?" you asked, glancing towards the portal.
"Oh, that? Yeah, it'll probably close, but I should be able to bring the demon brothers out with me," Yuki replied casually.
“Jesus Christ Yuki!” you gasped out, what the hell do they mean by Demons. “ARE YOU IN HELL?”
“Devildom School!” Yuki corrected “But they’re nice, all I need to do is study, I don’t need to worry about expenses, unlike the time we were living in our apartment.” Yuki grins, causing you to get hit by that like a truck. “You don’t?”
Yuki nodded their head too enthusiastically, “I’m quite happy here, the demon brothers are incredibly attractive, and they keep me safe” they said which made Grim laugh, “Everyone here is ugly! Well except for Vil and me!” he huffed proudly, causing you to cover his mouth. “Maybe I can go there, Yuki.” You joked, causing Yuki to smile brightly, tugging your hand to their chest “You will!? I’ll ask Diavolo to make reservat- “
“On second thought nevermind, those names give me the shivers” You quickly retracted your hand away.
“Say,” Grim says as he looks at the portal, he floats on it, eyes blinking owlishly and you don’t like that look “This portal sends you to hell?” he questions, Yuki walks beside him “Well yes, but it’s much better if you don’t go in there, demons tend to eat tiny kitties like you” Yuki says, hands motioning to grab Grim’s chubby belly.
“Isn’t that rude to say?” a voice echoed in the portal, and before Grim could even move away a pair of hands grabbed him, causing him to squeak in surprise, you, on the other hand, got alerted as you tried to grab Grim back, but Yuki stopped you, pulling you away from the portal so that the mysterious man can come out.
A tall figure emerged, his blonde hair catching the light as he stepped outside, one hand cradling Grim the cat while he absentmindedly rubbed the feline's paws. "Aww, look at you, kitty kitty," he cooed in a tone that made Grim cringe, the cat trying to squirm free from the man's unyielding grip. "Get your filthy paws off me!" Grim spat, eyes narrowing with irritation.
But it seems like Grim’s threat fell on deaf ears as he started to eagerly pet Grim. “Such a cute kitty” he coos with a blissful smile on his face, “And, Yuki, you shouldn’t go in mysterious portals “He added, focusing suddenly on Yuki, who nervously scratched their cheek. "I'm safe now, though, and I get to see an old friend!" Yuki deftly redirected the intimidating man's attention towards you. "Who might this be?"
"Ah, a friend from the human world," Yuki introduced as you bowed politely. "Nice to meet you," you replied, perhaps a bit too formally, sensing something unsettling about the man. His demeanor rang warning bells, and you were cautious not to provoke him. "No need for formalities," he said casually, still petting Grim. "You're Yuki's friend, so you're good in my book." He glanced at Grim. "Is this your pet?"
“No! Get your-!” Grim bites his finger, causing the man to flinch, but instead of getting mad he nudges Grim gently off his bleeding finger. “You’re quite feisty, aren’t you?” the man’s demeanor suddenly shifts, Grim tears up sensing the sudden intensity of Satan's vibe as he looks at you for help, and you quickly went to them, grabbing Grim.
"You're scaring the kitty, Satan," Yuki remarked, causing Satan to flinch when you immediately retreated behind your friend, arms around Grim. "Oh," he said, his demeanor sheepish. "I apologize." huh, you guessed he wasn’t that bad. "It's alright. So, your name is Satan?" You swiftly changed the subject, opening the door. "Let's continue this conversation somewhere else." Walking out, Yuki and Satan followed you.
"The living room isn't very tidy, and I hope you don't mind the ghosts," you murmured, noticing Yuki stiffen. "Ghosts?" they asked fearfully, making you snort.
“You literally have the Satan behind you,” you point out as Grim jumps off your arms, noticing that there was someone knocking at your door.
“Prefect! Open up!” Ace was starting to get impatient; he’s been banging at your door for 10 minutes already!
"Is that your friend?" Yuki asked while Satan stared narrowly at the door, aware of the two figures beyond. Both possessed magical abilities, though evidently not enough to subdue him if they were indeed attackers.
“Oh no,” You look at Yuki, who’s half sheep and this tall man, while he looks human enough, the outfit screams “I’m not from this world!” "Yeah, that's my friend, but Yuki, could you try to look more human right now?" you asked quietly, overhearing the two bickering outside.
"Hey, I swear, if that door breaks because of your banging, the prefect will ignore us for the rest of the week!" Deuce apprehended Ace, who glared at him, huffing. "They're not that mean."
“You guys are so noisy,” Grim said, swinging the door open. "Grim! Where's Prefect?" Deuce hurriedly asked as he entered, coming to an abrupt halt upon spotting you and two unfamiliar guests. "Oh, uh... I didn't realize you had company," Deuce muttered, feeling embarrassed that he and Ace had barged in uninvited. Ace nudged him aside and approached where you were seated. "Who's this?" he asked bluntly, prompting a sigh of relief from you. Thankfully, Satan quickly thought to use illusion magic to make Yuki appear more human.
Deuce glared at Ace as he looks at you apologetically as well as your friends “We’re sorry for intruding,”
“It’s fine” Satan says, your two friends seemed to have taken interest in him, quite a looker Ace thought to himself, is this guy a model perhaps?
"So, uh" Ace drawls out, casually taking a seat beside you, "What’s your relationship with our prefect here? Friends? Acquaintances?" " Deuce settles in on your opposite side, while Grim comfortably finds a spot on your lap. Yuki and Satan occupy seats across from you, creating an intriguing tableau of friends gathered around.
"Yes," Satan says with a smile directed at them. "We're here visiting Yuki's friend." His gaze shifts back to Yuki, who has their arms crossed, communicating nonverbally for a moment, silently gauging whether it's alright to reveal to a group of high school kids that Satan is, well, Satan, and they came from that portal that ripped open in your room.
Before Yuki could agree to Satan's request, their eyes locked onto yours, silently seeking your approval to trust the two individuals. Feeling a pang of guilt for putting them on the spot, you nodded. "Listen, guys," you interjected, drawing the attention of the two boys, deciding to take responsibility instead.
“Yuki is my friend back in my world” you said, Ace’s eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. “What?”
"So, they're both your friends from your world?" Deuce inquired, crossing his arms and resting his hand on his cheek—a habit he fell into whenever he needed time to process new information.
“Oh no” Yuki denied, “This is Satan” she introduced him as Satan bowed his head momentarily. “I apologize for concealing our identities, we had to assess if you two were a threat, but it seems like you are friends of Yuki’s friend”
“Satan?” Ace scratches the back of his neck, “Sounds like a big shot guy, nice to meet you too” The moment Satan offered his hand, Ace hesitantly accepted it, still wary of the guy, Deuce on the other hand, shook the hand without much thought.
Satan assessed both their magic prowess, focusing on the magic he can see from them, they have potential. They were young, but promising; he hoped to see their abilities blossom soon.
"Does that mean Prefect has a way to get back home?" Ace asked, to which Satan closed his eyes in contemplation. "We're uncertain if it's safe for your Prefect to use the portal we opened,” Satan says, “My brothers have yet to come out yet, till I give the signal, since I saw Grim, I couldn’t help myself” he added with a twinkling gaze, focusing on Grim, who shivered and moved behind you. "He's trouble! I don't trust him, Henchhuman!" Grim whimpered, prompting a chuckle from you.
"Could you tell me more about your world? It seems like our timeline, yet there are many peculiarities I've noticed around this house," Satan explains. "For instance, the abundance of ghosts here; in our realm, we have ghouls for that." "Ghouls?" Deuce choked on the water he had been drinking just moments before. "What kind of world do you live in?" he said, visibly terrified. "Well, they're not aggressive; it's easy to dispatch them with a single blow." Ace and Deuce exchanged a side-eyed glance at you, clearly perplexed by your unusual circle of friends. “Ah,” Yuki says, as the two stared dumbfoundedly. “A beast person?” Ace says, eyes boring on Yuki making them flush in embarrassment. "You're not weirded out?" they asked, anxiously fiddling with their fingers.
Ace shook his head. "Nah, I was just more surprised by your friend over there," he gestured towards Satan, "he's got the qualities of a model." His attempt at a compliment seemed to backfire as Satan glared at him. He tried to look at you for safety, but you were also glaring daggers at him.
"I mean!" Ace hurried to amend, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "They look great! They seem to have more of those beast-like traits, you know? You're adorable! An adorable sheep!"
Deuce couldn't contain his amusement at the escalating tension, which prompted Ace to retaliate by tossing the bottle of soda he had just bought at Deuce's head. "Hey!" Deuce protested, rubbing his head indignantly. "That hurt!"
"You two, stop. You're embarrassing me," you sighed, casting a glance at both Yuki and Satan. They both look pitifully at you, how could you handle such chaos like this daily?
What came next surprised you. Satan calmly threatened the boys into obediently taking their seats.
"Wasn't so hard to contain your anger, huh?" Satan's smile was sly, causing Yuki to look at him incredulously. It was ironic coming from the Demon of Wrath himself, telling a group of boys to tone down their emotions.
“Speaking of, Satan?” you caught his attention, the light outside shining directly at the living room’s table. “You said that your brothers will come?” you asked, realizing you haven’t made any coffee or tea for them as you stood up bowing apologetically “Sorry! I’ll brew something up for you two,” you said hurriedly making Yuki giggle.
“Since when were you polite to me?” Yuki grabbed you, forcing you to sit down beside them instead “Seriously sit down we don’t need tea” They urged you, seeing the pang of disappointment on Satan’s face. He seemed eager to try whatever brew you were planning to create. After all this was a whole new world. He was only trying to elongate the time he had alone with Yuki.
You lean closer to Yuki, “I think Satan wants to try tea” in which they looked at Satan who seemed to look away. “Do you want to try their drinks?” Yuki asked, which Satan’s eyes softened, “Can I?”
You didn’t quite put a finger to it, but doesn’t these two seemed to be dating? Yuki who pets Satan, giving him permission like he was some kind of dog.
“Are you two dating?” you asked, making Yuki grin. “maybe” your friend had the tendency to hide stuff like this making you pinch their cheeks.
“You! Seriously!” You huffed, the trio on the opposite table watching you. Satan on the other hand stood up. “Can I brew myself some tea?” He asked you softly, making you nod and stand up “I can help, if you’d like?” “No, it’s fine” Satan waves his hand dismissing you. “The kitchen is on the left side” you told him as he walks to where you pointed the direction. The moment the most intimidating guy left the room, Deuce, Ace, and even Grim crowded you and Yuki.
“There is no way that guy isn’t crazy strong, what is he?” Ace asked first sitting beside Yuki who laughed “He may be crazy strong, but he means well” they explained. While Satan was away, looking at the weird labels clearly not in their language, you along with your friends came to chat, telling each other’s stories and the differences of their timelines to one another.
Satan’s phone rings as new messages pop up, he opens the main group chat of him and his brothers along with Yuki.
“Where the hell are you?” The first one to chat was Mammon, who was obviously in distress.
“Is it safe to go to the portal? You didn’t die right Satan?” Levi next, who had the most outrageous ideas. “Satan answer us!”
Satan sighed, his fingers dancing across his phone's screen while the other hand toyed absentmindedly with a packet of sugar. “Yuki and I are fine, you guys are allowed to go to the portal” he sends, with his advanced hearing, he could hear the portal causing fluctuations in upstairs.
"Wait, don't go down just yet. You might scare Yuki's friends," he typed hurriedly, his brothers seening and giving him a thumbs up.
“Then come up here, isn’t it a little rude keeping us in this tiny bedroom?” Asmodeus chats, with a crying bird emoji.
Lucifer finally spoke up after minutes of just seening. "Satan, what's the situation downstairs? We hear Yuki's voice.” he really wanted to answer sarcastically but he mentally stopped himself.
“The human that Yuki has been trying to locate has been found, however our conversation was interrupted by two first years, they seem to have magic but it’s weak” he explained via text.
“Aren’t you taking too long there Satan?” a voice jolts him out of his focus, causing him to accidentally drop the sugar, instinctively he kicked it up bringing it back to his hand again. “Christ Yuki,” he glares at Yuki who laughed. “Stop with the sneak attacks” he ruffles their hair causing Yuki to apologize while smiling.
“So? What are you so focused on your D.D.D about? Are they here?” Yuki said, opening their D.D.D and rereading what happened. “Oh! They are” they chirp. “Should we have them go down now?” Satan says, not keen to having Lucifer in the same vicinity as him. He might end up dueling his brother and destroying this dormitory.
“We should inform them for it first, those two first years are really nice, I don’t want them to get incredibly scared by the brothers” Yuki suggested, which Satan nodded, agreeing.
You were idly chatting with the two till you heard some footsteps upstairs, wanting to investigate it, Satan and Yuki came back with a tray of multiple cup of tea and coffee, which was already excessive with only 5 people in there.
“What’s the occasion?” You asked while rubbing Grim’s cheek who was resting on your lap.
“My brothers are here” Satan said, as he places the tray down, giving the cup of tea and coffee to deuce, ace and you. “Oh!” you chirped, curiously, Ace raises his eyebrow. “There’s more of you?”
The hell does that mean. Satan stared at him blankly before sighing. “Was it not mentioned before?”
“Well, if they’re your brothers, we’d love to show them courtesy” Deuce says, taking the coffee and thanking Satan. "So, that's a yes? Just so you know, they're way taller than Satan here," Yuki added, prompting all three of them to look at her in disbelief as she continued chatting in the group chat.
After only a few seconds Asmodeus ran down, eyes sparkling as he scanned the first-year students. Spotting you, he pounced with exuberance, wrapping you in a tight hug. "You must be Yuki’s friend! Oh, you’re absolutely stunning!" he exclaimed, squeezing a bit too tightly, causing you to gasp for air. Weakly patting his arm, you managed to croak, "Can't... breathe..."
Lucifer grabbed Asmodeus by the collar pulling them away, saving you from the grip of hell. “They do have magical prowess,” he says amusedly distracted by the odd magic he's sensing, as Asmodeus scratches his cheek “Woops, my bad, you just looked so cute like Yuki,” he says, ready to hug you again if Grim didn’t hiss at him.
“Oh no wonder you went first in first” Leviathan murmured to Satan who went down after Asmodeus, looking down at Grim who was hissing at him as well “Hey! Why are you so close?!” he growled which Leviathan backed away, “Ah! sorry I didn’t realize I got too close, you kind of reminded me of Henry”
Grim had never looked so offended in his whole life, who the heck is Henry? He huffs, looking away from Leviathan.
“Nice to meet all of you” You said as you smiled, you didn’t take into account that this tall man who just saved you from the grips of lust looked a lot like Professor Crewel.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is Lucifer” he places his hand on his chest, eyes observing you along with your friends. “I must say, I didn’t expect such a nice home to go into” he says looking around, for someone so young they seemed to have good taste when it comes to architectural design. The dormitory, while bland to others seemed to have gotten the interest of lucifer, this home reminded him of the house of lamentation, without the bizarre decorations.
“Sup” Ace says, the first guy he noticed was Mammon, who looked like he’s been staring down at him and Deuce. “Yo” he nods at Ace, and for some reason… he feels like he’d get along with this guy.
Unceremoniously the two grabbed each other’s hands as a form of friendship.
“You two are getting along” Deuce said as he looks at the others, they were all just letting the man with dark hair speak to you, is he the eldest?
“I apologize for the scare my brother gave you” he acknowledges Grim and you by bowing slightly, while you got embarrassed by it Grim seemed to huff proudly. “You should be! There ain’t that much space for big humans like you!” he jabs.
A man who seemed to yawn and fall asleep standing up was held by another who had ginger hair. “That guy seems sleepy, why don’t you let him rest on the bed?” you suggested, feeling a bit bad since he looked so tired.
“You’ll let him?” The ginger man said he looked like a big brother to Ace now that you take a closer look as you nod. “We can just wake him up once we finish talking” The man seemed to beam as he guided Belphegor back to your bedroom.
Lucifer went to sit down on the extra seat Deuce offered him while Asmodeus and Mammon sat with Ace.
“Can you tell us about this whole portal thing?” you started first, breaking the sudden dead air that happened. “How did you find my location?”
“It’s a long story,” Lucifer’s attention goes back to Yuki who had one day, started to feel homesick and didn’t eat well. So, he had to do something about it to keep their mental well-being up. “Yuki was in a bad mental state so I went to try and find out why” Yuki who was beside you seemed to fiddle with their fingers anxiously, as if they were anticipating you to react badly, but you continued to keep a neutral expression while listening to him.
“It turns out, that they were missing you” Lucifer continued but got stopped by Yuki. “Okay! I’ll continue from here Jeez!” they sighed turning to you. “I didn’t know why I felt like I needed to come find you, despite not feeling that way for a few months” they admit, your brows knitted in confusion as the others listen to your exchange.
“I know that it’s uncalled for to come find you, so I’m sorry” Yuki frowns “What are you talking about?” you glare at them, pinching their fluffy cheek, “It’s been almost a year since I last saw you and you think that you’re bothering me for opening a portal?” you scold them, pulling them into a crushing hug “If I was mad I would have attacked you by now you idiot” you said burying your face into their shoulder as Yuki relaxes, pulling you into a deeper embrace.
While you two were in vastly different worlds, the bond you shared with your friend is nothing but solid. “I’m sorry” Yuki murmurs, feeling like they’re going to cry for this.
The brothers along with the three of your companions stared in awe, it was nice that you finally found your long-time friend.
“I’m sorry to burst your sweet reunion but” Ace interrupts, feeling terrible that he had to. “We should go,” he says, standing up as Deuce stares at him like he just committed an unforgivable sin. “Class’ going to start in 2 hours and Professor Crewel’s gonna kill us if we don’t finish this report soon”
The moment You and Yuki pulled away you checked the time, realizing that it was time for class, but you can’t leave them be! “Do you guys wanna roam around for a bit?” you blurt out, but you start to regret it as all the brothers along with Yuki seem to have gotten curious about this place. How are you going to let them roam around while looking like a bunch of models who suddenly decided to use Night Raven College’s school to promote it?
“If you’d let us sweetie!” Asmodeus chirps, he wants to check if there are other gorgeous beings around here, just so he can have a chance with them, exchange make-up routines, and recommend good products! That’s a sweet way to broaden his horizon of self-care.
Mammon on the other hand seemed to have twitched thinking about what items he could find, what he could do with them and if they’re valuable if he sells it back home, and that little faint smile he has made Lucifer’s alert system tingle, he looks back at Mammon who jolted as he places both his hands on his head acting chill about it like he wasn’t planning to steal something from this Dormitory.
“Mammon…” Lucifer calls his name out with a warning. “Don’t even think about it”
“I wasn’t!” he whines, “Plus! Not like I can get anything from this Shabby dormitory” he crosses his arms which Grim glares at him “Shabby? I’ll have you know that this place could may as well be a hotel! Be grateful!”
“Hah? This?” he said and Grim floated off your lap almost getting into a verbal fight with Mammon himself, if Lucifer didn’t emit an ominous aura that is.
“Che!” he huffs causing Ace to stare at him dumbfoundedly “Dude… I was gonna praise you for looking like another model but never mind” he says, Mammon flinching at his words “Hey! I AM a model!”
“Whatever you say, Prefect do you wanna go to class by now?” Ace asks as he grabs his bag. “We can’t miss the quiz too” Deuce adds. You were starting to feel the stress, thinking whether you should leave them be for now or call Crowley just to inform him that you got literal demon brothers at your house and your friend who meticulously became half sheep! You already know that in one way or another Crowley might not even like it or kick them out! You don’t want that yet! You want to get to know your friend’s friends! And it’s been so long since you last saw your friend!
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Charles Leclerc x male reader
Spectacles
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Thought about this like last year, been wanting to write it. I was gonna make it sad cause haven't done one of those in a long time but eh. Enjoy 🫶
Mostly in Charles' pov.
Warning:none
"Chaaaaaarles?"
A shout could be heard from somewhere in the ferrari garage.
"Better see what that's about, Charles, we're done for the day anyway."
Fred told Charles with a smile as he ruffled his hair.
"It's most likely about his glasses."
I said as I took a pair out from my bag.
"Why is it that he always loses his glasses, I'll never know."
Fred said with a questioning look.
"I'm off now, get some rest, winterbreak is just next week, and it's still wedneaday."
He said as he walked away.
"Charles?"
"You lost them again?"
Y/n nodded with a guilty smile.
"Here, I bought another pair incase you lose yours."
"th-this is embarrassing, sorry."
He put them on looking ashamed.
"It's fine, it's probably just in my driver's room."
I said as I took his hand and pulled him with me as I began to walk outside.
"Sorry for losing my glasses all the time."
"Y/n, it's fine, I know once you put them down it's hard to find cause your eyes are so shit."
I said with a laugh as I gripped his hand tighter.
"that's mean."
He pouted.
"Just facts, amour, have you eaten yet?"
I asked as I looked at him, he shook his head no.
"What do you want to eat?"
"I don't know."
"Do you even want to eat?"
I looked at him with a bored look as we approached my car. He shook his head as he gave me a smile.
"You don't have a choice, I know you haven't eaten since lunch, I'm getting you, your favourite."
I gave him a smile as I opened the passenger door for him and closed it after he got in.
"Do you want to stop by anywhere before we go to our room?"
I asked as I started the car and backed out of our parking spot.
"No, I wanna sleep."
"We eat first, then brush our teeth and sleep."
I drove out of the parking lot and placed my hand on his thigh occasionally squeezing.
"Fine."
"You have squishy thighs."
I glanced at him for a moment, seeing him blush and looking down, I chuckled.
"Let's just have our food delivered to our room, we might cause a crowd to form if I get out."
He nodded as I gave his thigh a pat.
After some time we made it in front of our hotel, a valet approached our car, I got out of the car and gave him the key as I opened the passenger door.
"Come on, princess."
I held his hand as he got out and closed the door, we made our way inside the hotel as the valet drove off.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Iced coffee please."
"This late? Are you okay in the head, love?"
I looked at him confused as I stopped walking.
"I like it."
"Fine, but you are going to eat."
"Sure.
We arrived inside our room, he immediately let go of me and jumped on the bed going over to my side and burying his face in my pillow.
"Can you even breathe?"
I sat beside him, petting his hair as I grabbed the hotel phone, getting ready to order our food.
I felt him nod.
"No you can't, come on."
I grabbed his head and put it on my lap as I dialed the front desk, I continued running my fingers through his hair as I ordered our food.
"You really need to eat more."
I worriedly said as I put the phone down, I felt something nudge my hand as I did. Looking over I see a pair of glasses behind the telephone.
"I think I found your glasses, amour."
I laughed softly as I reached over to take the glasses off the table and held it in front of his face.
"Where was it?"
He asked excitedly as he took the glasses from my hand.
"Behind the telephone."
"Ow... I wonder who put that there."
He rolled his eyes as I recalled the events of last night.
"Don't blame me, I was too excited to fuck you."
I laughed.
"You're vulgar."
He blushed as he tried to get up but I held him down by putting my hand on his forehead.
"Stay, it feels nice like this, calm."
He grumbled but obliged, moments passed and we heard a knock on the door.
"Must be our food, I'll get it, stay here."
I gently laid his head on a pillow as I got up and went to the door to get our food.
"Sorry it took a while, the person was a fan."
"No worries, I'm not even hungry."
"Yes you are, now get up and come here on the table and eat before I dragged you here."
I said sternly as I prepared our food.
"Okay, Mother."
"You're childish, hurry up."
"Don't rush me, I still need to put my crocs on."
He slowly slithered off the bed and onto the floor making me roll my eyes.
"Come on, up, up."
I approached him and pulled him up by his hand before carrying him to the chair next to the table.
"Is my iced coffee, here?"
He looked around the table searching for his coffee.
"Eat at least half of your food first before I give it to you."
I waved his beloved coffee in front of him.
"You monster."
He tried to sound menacing.
"Eat."
"Charles?"
He asked as I sat down in front of him.
"Hm?"
"How many pairs of glasses did you buy?"
"why??"
I asked confused.
"just 2, why?"
"Nothing, just asking."
"No it does not mean you can lose your glasses 2 times and just approach me."
I rolled my eyes knowing him too well.
"You're so mean."
"just eat."
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After eating and he finished his iced coffee, we laid in bed. Just cuddling, me being the big spoon, I buried my face in his hair, taking a deep breath of his shampoo.
"You smell nice."
I mumbled against his hair.
"I know."
"You're so arrogant."
"But you wuv me."
He whined.
"Unfortunately, now g to bed, we need rest, it's 2am."
"Fine...... I love you."
"Love you too, ma lumière."
"Goodnight, Charles."
"Goodnight, Y/n."
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Head over heels - Lee Know pt2
First part here (Can be read as a standalone)
Warning: Cursing(I can't help it). mentions of drinking. The reader is overthinking in the beginning but the end is fluffy. Minho is a menace and I love him for it. I can't think of anything else please tell me if I missed anything. Reader is gender neutral.
Word count - 1.4k
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A/N- Hey lovelies, I'm back with the continuation of the previous Minho drabble. I wasn't thinking of writing the second part but I got inspired so here we are. I really hope you'll like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear what you guys think. Thank you for all the love and support you give me, it really means so much to me. Please take care of yourselves, love you all so much!! <3 <3
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The one and only sun, the sourse of light and basically all life on earth was sometimes a huge dick. Like what do you mean you're brutally waking someone up from their sweet slumber on 8 am on sunday? That's just evil. Do you know what they were up to all night? Maybe they need their much needed rest. Talk about inconsiderate.
Grumbling curses at the bright rays of sunshine which felt like you were being poked in your eyeballs you turned to your side, trying to escape them. You furrowed your face into your pillow hoping to fall back asleep. But you couldn't. Because you realized couple of things. First of all your so called pillow was clearly breathing. Second of all the familiar comforting smell clearly belonged to your best friend. Third, how the fuck was Minho's chest so firm yet so soft?
Hold on, hold on. Why were you sharing a bed with Minho? Normally whenever he slept over he opted for using the guest bedroom or the couch if he was too lazy to get up. It was rare of you to share a bed. Wait did you do something?
You tried to recall the events of the last night. You were at the club. Minho got a bit drunk, you went to get him some water. Some deuchbag tried to hit on you but Minho scared him off. You got to your apartment. You asked him to help with detangling your Chains and you two made out for hours, you talked in between and some time into talking about some random stuff Minho fell asleep.
You made out wit your best friend! What were you thinking?! You're clearly into him, you have been for a while, but what about him? Okay you knew Minho wouldn't just kiss you out of nowhere but still! You have been extra flirty lately but he hasn't given you a hint or a clue that he romantically likes you like that. Maybe it was just a spur of moment thing. Let's say he wanted to test things out. Maybe he wanted to test if he liked you like that? Oh god, what if he regreted it? What if you ruined everything. Oh God, what if this messed up your friendship. You couldn't live without him in your life. Maybe it was an overdramtic announcement but he was too dear for you. He was the reason you believed in suolmated be it platonic or romantic. God you shouldn't have indulged in kissing him when you knew he was still a bit tipsy. But he was so close tho and his lips looked so pretty and kissable... Oh what the hell?
The hands tightening around you stopped your train of thoughts. Great you woke him up now. You were mad at the damn sun for waking you up and now you were the one to wake him up? Great job.
Minho's groggy yet soft morning voice startled you. "I can physically feel you overthinking. It's too early, go to sleep."
"But Minho." You cringed at yourself at how whiny your voice sounded. Minho opened his eyes to give you an unimpressed look. He wrapped his hands more tightly and brought you even closer. You both loved and hated how at peace you felt whenever you were around him. Being between his harm made every cell in your body relax, except your heart, which felt like it would burst any second. When did you even manage to fall so hard for him?
"Do you like me?" The suddenness of his question startled you. You couldn't with him sometimes.
Unimpressed with the lack of answer Minho opened his eyes and full on glared at you. Normally you would laugh it off or try to make him well not upset but now all you could think about was how could a human look so breathtaking first thing in the morning. With messy hair and slightly dark circles from the few hours of sleep he got. He was like a walking renaissance painting what the hell? Minho was about to let go of you when you started talking. Well you had to say something.
"It pisses me off how pretty you look first thing in the morning."
You blinked at you once, then twice then rolled his eyes. His hand came up to your cheek and you thought that maybe it was one of those rare moments when he was sweet and affectionate, but no, you were proven wrong when he slightly pulled on the skin of your cheek.
"First of all, I'm always pretty. Second of all I could say the same to you." He let go of your skin and now slightly grazed your soft skin. "Third of all you're getting distracted sweetheart." This smooth fucker. You could feel your face start to heat up.
"You have never called me sweetheart."
"Hm, do you not like it?" Minho mused and looked at you with eyes full of mischief. The fucker knew he was getting you all flustered up.
"I didn't say I didn't like it."
"You're cute." Why was he so keen on teasing you today?
"Shut up!" - You couldn't help but groan. You didn't fully appreciate how flustered he made you feel.
The smirk on his face grew even wider if that was possible."Make me!"
If he thought that you wouldn't retaliate! You looked at him with challenging eyes. "I just might!"
"So you do like me." He said so casually while playing with strand of your hair you were taken aback for a second. God you hated how your heart basically did a backflip at his soft voice.
"You're infurating." You wanted to hide your face now, you knew this little asshole was having the time of his life watching you get this flustered.
"And you're not denying." Why would you? He knew you liked him.
"One fact doesn't exclude the other smartass!"
"So you're admitting it." How was he so casual about it?
"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" You challenged him. Proud of yourself when you saw that your comment got to him and suprised him for a second.
"Then, I am going to kiss you senseless like you're pretty butt deserves to. And I'm going to take you some place fancy for our first date." To make his point across he even took your hand and softly kissed it.
"Aww you think my butt is pretty." This was the only response you could muster up. At this point you were amazed how was your heart still working.
"Well of course I think my partner's butt is pretty." Did he just say what you thought he did?
"Partner?" You couldn't hide your surprise as well as your hopefulness.
"Bold of you to assume You have any way out of this relationship." What a romantic. Why was he so him?
You decided to tease him a little, after all that's all he did all morning. "What if I'm tired of you?"
"You can always sit the fuck down." Again, so romantic.
"What if there's no chair?" Based on the smirk on Minho's face you knew he was going to make it dirty. "Okay never mind, I got it. Okay, what if we lose chemistry?"
"I have seen breaking bad, we will cook something up."
"Okay you're clearly quoting that one tiktok I sent you."
Minho glared at you for a second. "Doesn't mean I'm not being genuine."
"What if your cats hate me?" Minho rolled his eyes at you.
"They love you and you know it."
"Yeah, I'm way too adorable for them to not love me. Okay what if..." Minho didn't let you finish.
"No what if's. I love you and it's clear you feel the same. I knew what I was doing when I kissed you last night and I know what I'm doing right now. You're mine and I'm going to treat you like a royalty until you let me. Don't overthink your pretty mind now. Let's just cuddle for a while and then I will take you out for the fanciest breakfast ever." Again not really romantic but the butterflies in your stomach still decided to have a French revolution in your tummy.
"I still hate you"
"Whatever you say sunshine." He leaned in and sealed his lips with yours.
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「 ✦ so good at being bad ✦ 」
Pairing: dom!wooyoung x sub!fem!reader
Genre: ⛓️ smutty smut smuttttttt ⛓️
Summary: Wooyoung surprises you with a pretty little gift one night.
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEPTHS OF COLLEGE HELL. Not really bc spring semester just started. BUT. I am here with some plotless smut for you. If you’ve read my writing before, you know I love a good romance. But honestly, this video has been rotting my brain for a solid month and it has inspired this little fic. 🫠 also I firmly believe we need more dom woo bc he gives off this vibe at times and it’s not praised enough. You cannot change my mind.
18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: bdsm - restraints, collar (called a choker for the most part), pet names (fr - baby & darling), a tiny bit of throat grabbing, and jung wooyoung bc he himself is a whole warning. 😵💫
Proofread: Yes! But you already know…if you see a mistake, no you don’t. Proofread this at like 6am so no guarantees lol
‘How the hell did I end up here?’ You found yourself wondering as you listened intently to a story that you wouldn’t normally find interesting, but for some reason it was tonight. Probably because of who was telling it. Your eyes were lost in dark pools of chocolate as you listened to the man sitting directly across from you as he was animatedly telling you about his day. Your head was resting in your hand and your heart was slowly pounding uncomfortably in your chest as you watched the way he got so submerged in his tellings.
You were sitting prettily at the breakfast bar inside of the loft that belonged to who was supposed to be a one night stand ages ago. However, there were now candles burning, music playing lowly in the background and two almost empty wine glasses sitting in front of you under the simply lit lights that hung above the two of you.
‘Yeah…’ you thought. ‘This definitely turned into something…more.’ You tried recalling where exactly your heart took over your logic of the situation. Was it when he asked you how you liked your coffee the next morning after a quickie the night prior? Was it when he actually kept his word and called you the next day? Or maybe it was the date he asked to take you on so he could get to know you on a level more than physical. Either way, you couldn’t pinpoint the moment you started associating his eyes to milk chocolate or remembering that his hair smelled like pears. Or even when you had started adoring the mole under his eye. You had no idea, but it threw you into a mild sense of panic when you caught yourself staring at him for longer than you should, and the way his finger shocked you when he reached for your hand while walking you home after date number three.
It was a lot to take in.
You didn’t think you would ever in a million years be caught up with someone like Jung Wooyoung. He was classy and dripping with solid gold sex appeal. He carried himself so elegantly and was anything but innocent like the picture his eyes liked to paint. He was a lion, and he had sought you out as his prey one night at the rooftop bar you never attended prior to your friend’s birthday party in the spring. It was there that he showed up, and when he noticed you it was like he had a target painted on you because he would not look away. He ended up buying you a drink and how could you refuse such charm when he offered you a good time that evening?
The one lesson you learned that evening was that it was not going to be your last night moaning his name in ecstasy against his black silk sheets with the city’s skyline glowing in from his floor to ceiling windows. No…you quickly learned the one thing about Jung Wooyoung that had you baited like a fish on a hook the moment his feline eyes set in on you. The man was insatiable, and you would give him exactly what he craved — you.
He couldn’t get enough of you after that, this you convinced yourself of. And if you had any doubts prior to now, they were long gone by now. The memory of how he groaned as he licked you clean after making a mess of his face while his tongue was buried deep inside your walls. Especially when you recalled how you writhed underneath him when his fingers danced along your overstimulated clit before plunging deep inside you to make you feel so so full. It was a constant that replayed in your head like a rerun.
“Everything okay?” His teasing voice snapped you out of the memory and brought you back to the breakfast bar. You repositioned on top of your stool uncomfortably once you felt your panties damp and walls throbbing at the vivid memory.
“Oh, yeah. I’m good.” You took a sip of your drink, welcoming the bitter taste on your tongue as a temporary distraction to prevent your thoughts from wandering again.
“You sure? Thought I lost you for a minute there.” His coy smile lured a faint blush out and to dust along your cheeks.
“I’m right here.” You confirmed, swallowing as you took him all in when he nodded and stood up from his stool. You were too nervous earlier to really take a good look at him and really see him.
He looked absolutely sinful in his black skin-tight suit pants clinging to him like they were painted on. He had a gorgeous high neck black lace blouse tucked into them, leaving nothing to the imagination. The silver dangling from his ears shined in the moonlight coming in through his window with the dazzling light of the moon that was watching over you. You had to tell yourself not to stare at the birth mark on his bottom lip for too long.
An impossible task, really.
“I got you something.” He had walked over to a table just behind his couch and picked up a present wrapped to perfection. He set it down in front of you, his eyes soft but full of something dark as he watched you open the black box that was decorated with red ribbon ties around it. You could feel the desire he felt for you in the air; it was tense and your heart picked up its pace at the sight of what was in the box. “Do you like it?” He’d asked. “I thought you would look absolutely radiant in them.”
You couldn’t answer right away, your mouth going dry and the heat beginning to build in the pit of your stomach as butterflies swarmed manically in your chest.
“They’re beautiful. But what is all this for?” You definitely could not miss how the lace trimmed collar matched the blouse that adorned his chest.
“Oh I think you know.”
“Well, I know what their functionality is, but why did you-” before you could finish, Wooyoung slid the box away from you and in front of himself. With a twirl of his finger, he motioned you to turn around. You swiveled yourself around on top of the stool you sat upon, the confusion still showing across your features as you heard the faint clanking of the dainty chains in the box.
“Because,” you stared at the wall in front of you and felt the palm of his hand splay over your throat, his hand barely squeezing to get your heart pumping and the arousal in your abdomen start vibrating. Wooyoung took his other hand and placed the choker around your neck and fastened it from the back for you.
“You already look so beautiful underneath me,” he began, his hands making their way to the sleeves of your dress and pulling them down until it was halfway off. He stared down at your breasts, your nipples hardening as the heat between your legs intensified with the way his hands felt against your bare skin. That fueled the demon, it woke the beast inside, and he suddenly felt that insatiable hunger take over.
“But I just couldn’t help myself…” he yanked on the chain a bit to prompt you to turn yourself around again. “Black really is your color, darling.” His eyes locked in on the choker that was now adorning your neck and you saw his nostrils flare. “My god…You’re breathtaking.” He proclaimed under his breath, but you weren’t sure if it was said intentionally to you or if it was a break in his dominating presence.
His fingers trailed down your sternum and feather light caresses were given along the underside of your breasts. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours softly, allowing you two to get a good pace going before expertly slipping his tongue past your eager lips. The first taste of you in his tongue sent him into an animalistic frenzy, groaning into your mouth and the taste of the wine that lingered on your tongue was enough to get him drunk on you.
His hands reached your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and pressing your back into the counter as one hand began making art on your side with his nails — the scratches deep enough to cause the skin to puff and turn a slight angry shade of red, but not enough to inflict any pain.
‘Just enough to claim’ he thought, the obsessive observation not allowing him to think about anything else until he noticed your dress was still hiding you from him.
This wouldn’t do.
He pushed the remainder of the dress down until it hit the floor and you stepped out of it, flinging it out of sight with your foot. His mouth never left your body while his hand reached behind you to grab hold of the two black leather cuffs and bring them between the two of you. He broke his lips apart from yours and saw how blown out your eyes had become just from kissing him. He knew his devilish smirk wouldn’t be missed by you, no matter what state you were in mentally right now.
“Do you trust me?” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked down at the leather in his hands and then back up at you while holding the sultriest gaze. You nodded slowly, your breath beginning to pick up as you felt a spike of adrenaline kick in out of pure excitement. He grinned, taking one of your wrists delicately into his hand and securing one of the cuffs around it.
Once both were secured and your wrists were bound in front of you, he tugged gently at the chain on your choker and twirled you back around slowly, pressing your nearly naked form against the cold countertop. You felt him bend over you, pressing himself against you and completely caging you in with his arms. You heard him inhale sharply when his front pressed up against your ass, the stiffness in his trousers obvious now.
“Ready for this?” He purred into your ear, his lips ghosting your lobe teasingly while his warm breath against the shell of your ear sent a cold shiver shooting down your spine causing the pit of your stomach to feel like boiling hot magma. You clenched your legs together, hoping the dampness between them wasn’t obvious but by the way he chuckled, you knew that was no longer possible.
You felt his fingers dancing lightly across your electrified skin, dragging up and down your arms until they reached your sides. You could hear his light panting between soft pecks to your exposed shoulder blades, his tongue slowly gliding along the skin over the protruding bone, followed by a bite into the plush flesh of your shoulder. You felt the way his body was being pressed against yours more and more as his mouth worked to paint his blank canvas beautiful shades of blues and purples from every love bite he created on your back. You relished in how he felt almost needy and just as desperate to be touching you as much as humanly possible. The need to claim your body as his was evident and it sent you into a hazy spiral.
The irresistible heat that had made your heart race a million miles a minute returned when you felt his weight against you. His chest being flush with your back as he rubbed himself shamelessly against your ass left you breathless, the heated weight of him on top of you and the chill of the marble underneath was intoxicatingly delicious.
You felt as his bulge quickly became fully grown and started pulsating — awaiting to be touched and aching for your attention. You were too lost in your own pleasure to even notice that he had started slowly grinding against your ass, small whimpers falling from his swollen lips as he kept you pinned to the counter, allowing the friction from his trousers to rub him just right.
You dared not look back in fear of what you would see. He was lost in the way you made his body feel, and you knew exactly how primal his features would look if you did.
The weight of him on you soon lessened as he started running his hands down your sides and soon his hands gripped each ass cheek, squeezing them a few times before his fingers hooked into the lace at your hips. You quickly felt his hot breath against your hip bone and his teeth graze the sensitive skin. He began pulling your panties down, and you finally found the courage to look down and saw him dragging the dainty lace down with his fingers and his teeth. Once they were at the floor, you felt a rush of heat sweep over your abdomen as the warmth began to pool from within, preparing to burst at the right moment…when he decided it was time.
You heard him hum, pleased at the sight in front of him. He was now on his knees, and he tapped your leg to get your attention.
“Turn around for me, pretty baby.” He cooed. You immediately turned yourself around and were met with his hungry eyes from below. He looked at your damp pussy and licked his lips, spreading your legs just enough to fit between them a little.
You leaned back against the counter and met with the hard marble again, this time not as cold from it being warmed up by you.
“I’ve been waiting to eat you up all day.” He growled before pulling your lips apart slowly and gliding his tongue along your slit agonizingly slow. When you felt the warm plush muscle glide across your already slick folds, you felt the sharp jab of arousal slam into your core and it knocked the wind out of you.
“Oh, Woo…” you couldn’t find it in you to finish the sentence you had just lost from the fog that took over your thoughts as your only focus was the sensational pleasure his mouth was giving you. Like a kitten, he licked and licked and licked in small flicks of his tongue on every sensitive spot he made a point of memorizing.
When his dark chocolate eyes met yours again, he was melting at the way his name spilled uncontrollably, desperately and monumentally from your lips. How it was caressed by drawn out moans, and the way your back arched against the dark grey marble swirls underneath your glistening skin. He tugged at the chain attached to your collar and pulled you forward so your core was pressing against his smirking mouth as it devoured you like a starved man. His flouncy hair hung low over his eyes as he made a meal out of you, the constant slurping noises and groans of approval vibrating against your sensitive skin made you dizzy. He reached a hand up and pulled on the silver chain again when he noticed you had become silent. A small yelp escaped from your agape mouth at the small tug against your neck.
“Wanna hear you, baby.” He pleaded against your pulsating core, his voice unassuming of what he was truly capable of. Wooyoung demanded your attention in all forms — he exuded an overwhelming amount of confidence that screamed sex, which had your cunt dripping since day one.
“Wanna hear you scream my name.” He cooed with his mouth full of you, his hazy eyes looking up at you half lidded as he worked you in every single way he had learned how.
Oh…fuck,” you cursed under your breath once he had slid two fingers inside of your saturated walls. The way you swallowed his fingers with a vice grip. “Woo please.” You whined as his fingers were slowly inserted and dragged back out agonizingly slow and rubbing against your rigid walls so deliciously. He pulled them out completely before repeating and eventually began to plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace, the heat overwhelming and having you ready to burst like a volcanic eruption.
“Louder.” He instructed, his voice low and demanding. He did not look up at you as he pounded his fingers deep into you and pulled them right back out, letting your walls clench around nothing before sucking his digits right back in again.
“Woo…” you felt the tears begin to form on your lash line with the familiar pleasure peaking in your abdomen. He pulled them back out and put them back in this time but only to the first knuckle, not moving and waiting. The orgasm you begged your body to unleash on you refused to wash over you when his fingers were not inside.
“I said louder!” He commanded, his fingers rubbing around the rim of your hole teasingly before he shoved his tongue deep into your cunt and started fucking you relentlessly.
“Oh my god, WOOYOUNG!” Your legs shook as you kept your back arched as you felt the tide come crashing down on you, a series of moans forcing themselves from your slack mouth. You felt like a thousand lightning bolts jolted through your entire body as you succumbed to him and melted into his touch. You didn’t care who heard you beyond the four walls that kept you two hidden from the world. You only cared about the man with his face buried deep in your pussy as he licked every last drop of cum that leaked from your stretched hole. Your fingers curled into his hair as you pushed yourself against him to ride your orgasm out on his tongue.
When you came back down from your high that lasted an eternity, you felt him chuckle against you as he allowed you to tremble and shake around him. In the midst of your high you didn’t realize you squeezed your thighs around his face and held him in place and you reached your peak.
“What…what are you laughing at?” You asked, sounding just as spent as you felt. He stood up from in between your legs and that’s when you saw the mess you made of his face, a knowing smirk adorning it as his eyes locked with yours.
Nothing…I’m just surprised is all.” He shrugged as he walked behind the counter into the kitchen and started dampening a washcloth. You hopped up to sit on the counter and waited for him to come back around.
“Surprised at what?” You leaned back a bit and your eyebrow shot up slightly while you waited for him to reply.
“I didn’t realize I would be getting a pair of earmuffs in the middle of summer.”
“What do you-” you paused, the light visibly flicking on above your head when you understood. “Oh my god!” You felt your cheeks heat up instantly at the realization. “Are you referring to…”
“The death grip you had on my face with your thighs? Oh I absolutely am.” He smiled teasingly as he crouched back down in front of you and started running the warm washcloth along your now heated skin as he cleaned you up. He wiped away what he couldn’t get with his mouth and was so gentle.
“I am…so…so sorry.” You leaned back embarrassed, covering your face with your hands and hoping you would just evaporate on the spot.
“Why? You completely let go and…” he grabbed your wrists and undid your cuffs. He looked up at you through his lashes, and you noticed a light sheen of sweat sticking to his skin. “You liquidized right into my hands; you surrendered yourself completely to me in that moment and allowed your body to naturally react to the pleasure. If that’s not trust, then I don’t know what is.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger and chuckled under his breath. “It’s what every dom dreams of witnessing when playing.”
“Wait- are you a dom?”
“You could say that.” He chuckled at your surprised expression, but something in you always knew he was fit for the role when his presence entered a room way before he ever did.
“Oh darling, you only got a taste of what I can do to you. For you.” He lightly caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, his feline eyes glowing with something you didn’t know but wanted to experience. His touch felt like the heat of a thousand suns against your skin as he leaned down and firmly pressed his lips to yours, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip and so you could get the faintest taste yourself on him.
You would never admit that you liked the taste of yourself on his tongue.
At least not out loud, anyway.
“But only if you want it. I know this isn’t for everyone, but I would never force you into something you aren’t comfortable with.” He stared into your eyes and held eye contact to make sure every word he just spoke registered.
“I’ve been looking for someone for a long time who matches my rhythm…someone like you.” He continued, his gaze never wavering. “Honestly, I can’t bear the thought of you with anyone but me. I’m not sure when this started, but now that it has it’s a thirst I can’t quench. It’s a hunger I can’t control. I’ve accepted this because all I know is that I need you.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and his smile was soft and kind and romantic in a way you were used to seeing him now. It made your heart race even more.
“However, I will respect your wishes if you’d prefer to keep this casual.” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his confession. As he waited for an answer, he reached behind you with both hands to untie your choker. You felt the fabric loosen from around your neck and fall into his hands much like you had.
“Jung Wooyoung…are you asking me if I want us to be exclusive?” You couldn’t help the way the corners of your mouth curled up as your heart grew wings in that moment.
“I am, yes.” He confirmed as he put the delicate lace back in the box that sat on the countertop still.
“Well then…” you grab the cuffs that he had discarded back into the box and dangle them in between the two of you. “you better put these back on. I don’t think I’m done being ruined by you yet.”
“I haven’t even ruined you yet...” He stated, the mole on his lip coming into view when his dashing smile reappeared and his eyes darkened when looking at you. “And no…we were only taking a short break. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky as it vibrated against his sternum, his inner lion pounding at his rib cage to be unleashed once again.
“Yes, sir.” You leaned back, eyes hooded and sultry, spreading your legs for him to see that you had already made a small mess on the counter just for him.
Because of him.
He stood up and pressed himself against you, grabbing your throat ever so lightly as he leaned in. You closed your eyes ready to feel his plush lips meet yours, only you were never met with the touch. Instead, his lips ghosted over yours so you could feel his barely-there panting as he held you in place. You could feel his aching member against your thigh as he stood against you.
“You’re so good at being bad...”
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Lasting Memories (Shanks x gn!child!reader)
A/N: Yall I am so sorry, I thought I had posted this earlier today but I just checked and I was like wait I din’t , oops. I think I COOKED, PLEASE TELL ME IF I COOKED OR NOT, read this post to see what it was inspired on, cause I don’t want to make you read it twice if ya already know
Dividers by @/Saradika
“Captain, there's a kid out there; they said they want to talk to you,” Yassop said, entering the bar
“Hmm? Hardly a place for a kid to be” he said glancing at the bar him and his crew were currently staying at
“I think you’re going to want to see this one,” he said, grinning
“Well, let’s have a look, can’t leave the kid hanging,” he said. The captain stretched his arm out. His eyes gleamed as he took one last gulp of his drink, walking behind his officer until they came outside of the bar where a small child sat at a bench swinging their legs until they spotted him coming out of the bar
They smile, jumping off the bench and facing the Captain, their bunny-like ponytails raising in happiness
“Are you Captain Shanks?”
“That’s me. And are you the one asking for me?” He says teasingly before he bends down, coming to their level.
“Yeah”
“And what’s your name?”
“Reader”
“Reader, and how old you are you, Reader?”
“Six”
“Six, young lass to be wandering around, what can I do for you?”
“Do…do you remember me?”
Shanks pauses; he tries to recall this child, this face.
“I’m afraid not, but you look somewhat familiar.”
They grin
“You were always Closer to sister; she was older; I was just two, so back then all I knew was that you meant home, safety.
Shanks furrows his eyebrows in thought
“Im sorry, Lass, but im not sure what you mean; who was your sister?”
“You must remember better her better, your former musician, Uta.”
Shanks's eyes widen as he is hit with the sudden realization. Of course, he’d never have forgotten about his daughter.
"You’re…."
“Hi, Dad, it’s been a while,” they said, tears pooling in their eyes
Shanks is utterly taken aback by this moment; his jaw completely drops in shock.
"Y-you're really...I always wondered what happened to you, and I never stopped looking, either. Look at you; you were but a tiny lass always glued to Uta’s arms last time i Saw you"
“Uta told me that sometimes she had trouble getting me out of your arms; she always talks about you, especially after the music guy took over her; she keeps saying how you saved her.”
Shanks's eyes light a loud laugh escaping him after hearing of Uta’s fond memories about him.
"I can't believe it, all of this time I spent searching. . I can't believe my little lass found me instead”
“After the bad guy, sister has been taking a well-deserved break from all the craziness, and well, I was wondering if maybe I can stay with you for a while until sister charges up?”
He grins, scooping the small child up and ignoring their surprised squeal as their feet left the ground, turning around to his crew, who had by now left the bar to see their captain’s reencounter with his child
“Lads, we got a crewmate back; this calls for a celebration!”
They look up at their father, a smile growing on their face as they continue staring at his features. It had been a long time, and they were small the last time they had seen him; the features had become blurred over the years, but now there was no hurry. They had no need to hold onto figments of past memories that needed to be puzzled together just to have a vague remembrance of what their father look as now they would have the chance to create new memories, to wake up and see the face in front of them rather than in their murky memories
“Hm? Do I have something on my face, lass?”
“No, im just happy I found you.”
Shanks gives a bright smile as he sees his kid’s happy expression.
“So are we just going to stand out here, you little rascal? Come on then,” Shanks says, carrying the small one on his hip back to his ship.
“You guys have better start being careful from now on; we’ve got ourselves a child on board,” he said, glancing back at his crew. The smile On his face, betraying any serious tone he was trying to portray
“But dad is the reckless one,” Reader piped in
“Hah? What are you trying to say, reader?! Ask Beck; I am the epitome of responsibility, right Beck?”
“No.”
“Hey! Reader, don’t listen to him; Uncle Beck is just being silly!” he fusses
“Be careful around that one; take your eyes off him, and you’ll end up on the sea.” Lucky Laughs
“OI”
Im sorry for starving you guys, I just started classes so I’ve been trying to get ahead as I always do but eventually when I get ahead I will be much laidback so I will be more consistent ( Hopefully)
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In Stars and Time: After Story Chapter 6
CW for slight negative thinking
Sorry for the wait with this one! The holidays were a bit overwhelming and then I got sick XC I hope to update faster in the future! Please enjoy!
Siffrin double checked the bags with important items, such as tonics and crafted water, with Mirabelle. They also made sure they had the map and compass ready, of which Odile was making final adjustments to the routes they’d be taking. Meanwhile, Bonnie and Isabeau were making breakfast together for everyone to eat before the group was to set out again for Bambouche. Siffrin couldn’t believe they’d be there in a month already; it seemed like only yesterday they had left Dormont, but it felt nice to be far away from the place. He wouldn’t dare badmouth Mirabelle’s home, but his anxiety spiked being there longer than they had to be.
He couldn’t even speak much when saying goodbye to the Head Housemaiden; no one seemed to blame him for it, which is good. It’s not that he felt the woman was a bad person, he didn’t believe she was, it’s just he felt if he spoke to her, it would be the end of his ‘happily ever after’. It didn’t matter how silly it sounded; it was real to him. He did make one last trek to the Favor Tree, to thank Loop once more before leaving, though he couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye. He wanted to see them again someday and he had this uneasy feeling, however silly it was, if he said goodbye then they’d never meet again. So, he said his thanks instead, hoping with all his soul that Loop would come back someday.
He supposed his hopes came true after all; he didn’t even have to wish for it. Good thing too because wishing was off the table, it didn’t matter how small they were Siffrin was afraid to even think the word, flinching slightly when he did. He would read up on wish craft and research it with Odile when he felt prepared, but for now it was off limits, as was the place of Dormont in general. Everyone seemed to silently agree that Dormont never be brought up, at least until Siffrin was ready. Hopefully with enough traveling and his talks with Odile, perhaps therapy as well, he’ll be able to visit again one day.
“Do you think we’ve packed enough fire starters?” Mirabelle asked, “Maybe a few more couldn’t hurt.” Siffrin arched an eyebrow with a smile,
“I am pretty sure we packed around 50. And by the time we are close to finishing them we should be near our next town. There’s also travelling merchants we can run into, so I don’t think we have to worry too much.” Mirabelle seemed to think some more,
“E-Even so, you can’t predict just how long it will take to get to the next town, or when a traveling salesman will show up! Or-!”
“It’ll be okay Mira. We are always prepared no matter what! If not you, Odile makes sure of that.” The rogue gave a thumbs up, and the woman blinked before thinking for a bit,
“Well, Odile did check everything with me the night before as well…Alright!” Mirabelle placed the bag to the side, “I think all that’s left is to check our personal bags! The others already did theirs.” Siffrin nodded and reached for their bag to check its contents. He would say he didn’t need a refresher at this point, but he wouldn’t deny the opportunity to have one, especially with how his mind worked. It didn’t matter that he remembered Isabeau’s favorite dish or that he’s recalling things easier, it can always turn around for the worst, because he was the worst, because he didn’t trudge through the waters enough to grasp memories and treated them like garbage.
He felt something sharp, and he froze. He wouldn’t dare look down at this moment, held his breath as if he was saving himself from the harsh waves above him. He wouldn’t deny he had the want to use the sharp edge of his dagger against his neck in the beginning of the new journey. It was so easy to forget he wasn’t in the loops, so easy to stop the negative thoughts in their tracks if he just gave in and tried to carve new stars or even other types of imagery on the canvas that was his flesh. But he wouldn’t now, not after remembering the first time when he used the dagger and his family’s reactions, especially knowing that Isabeau saw him first. Isabeau picked up on Siffrin’s changes in behavior more than anyone, so much that it scared the Traveler. But it’s also why Siffrin loved Isabeau, knew their heart was safe; cradled so gently yet shielded in a protective hold.
He only considered using the dagger once after the loops. His thoughts were racing and clenched his temples like a vice; his stomach twisting causing him to feel so nauseous that he believed he’d loop. He couldn’t go through it all again, if he woke up in that field and Loop wasn’t there to guide him…
When he heard Isabeau’s voice however, he wasn’t sure what to do. Siffrin was scared that the man would yell and yank the weapon away from them, scolding them as if they made the biggest mistake ever, but everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Isabeau wasn’t mad, or upset, he just approached Siffrin calmly and asked for the dagger. Siffrin didn’t want to give it up at first, they even gripped it tighter in fear, but Isabeau continued to speak gently until Siffrin felt safe enough to hand it over. After retrieving and placing it far away, the man hugged Siffrin tightly, thanking his God that Siffrin was okay and apologizing that he didn’t notice how the other felt that day. Siffrin then realized how much Isabeau was trying to hold himself together, from his expression to his voice; trying to hold it together before letting it out once the Rogue was safe in his arms. It led to Siffrin breaking down, saying sorry like a mantra as if it would erase what he was planning to do. Isabeau just said it was okay and cradled Siffrin in his arms, the older not understanding what he did to deserve this love. How was what he did to Isabeau, to all of his family, in that moment okay? Siffrin was too scared to ask then, and never came around to doing so out of shame.
He couldn’t hide how he felt about the dagger after that, though he made everyone promise not to tell Bonnie. It would be too much for the preteen…
Taking a deep breath, he quickly made sure everything was in his bag before closing it up and placing it with everyone else’s belongings. Stop thinking about this too much Siffrin. Isabeau said that a person pushing themselves too hard will have the same effect as not trying at all, so calm down. It’ll be fine, everything will be fine.
“Are you alright, Siffrin?” Siffrin straightened up at Mirabelle’s words, and he sent a reassuring smile,
“I’m all good. Just a little too much on my mind.” Mirabelle seemed to not believe him, and he shifted nervously a little, “I promise, I was just thinking a lot.” The Housemaiden held her hands close to her chest, an action she normally did when gathering courage to say something,
“A-Alright then. Would you like to talk about it?” She sounded concerned, way to go Siffrin…He rubbed his arm, trying to wrangle in his thoughts,
“It’s just…” Come on Siffrin, talking helps, “When I was looking through my bag, I was starting to…think poorly about myself again.” Mirabelle nodded,
“You seemed to freeze at some point when sorting through your things.” Siffrin felt a chill go through him, “I-I didn’t want to say anything since I thought you were very focused, but you were also very quiet, so I felt something was wrong.” The woman paused, “Are you worried about your memory still?” The stare she received all but confirmed her thoughts, Siffrin couldn’t help it though. Mirabelle had hit the nail on the head, though thankfully she didn’t consider his dagger. Siffrin didn’t plan on using it truth be told, it just startled him when he was stuck in his head. Mirabelle hummed in thought before blinking as her eyes lit up with an idea, “Oh! Have you thought about keeping a journal Siffrin?” The said Rogue tilted their head,
“A journal?”
“Yes! Journals are a great way to put down your thoughts or recount what happened to you during that day. They’re great for recalling wonderful memories or getting out emotions when you need to.” Mirabelle’s smile grew, “We can go buy you one before we leave this town! I-If you want that is!” Siffrin mulled it over for a bit. He felt maybe this would be a crutch, but Mirabelle’s personal items for her anxiety weren’t ever ‘crutches’. They were things that helped her become stronger, so perhaps this would do the same with Siffrin.
“I can write anything in it?” Mirabelle nodded,
“Yup, anything! You can personalize it as well!” Siffrin began to really enjoy the idea, maybe he could sketch in the journal as well. He returned the woman’s smile,
“Okay, I think I’ll take you up on your offer.” A few little jumps of happiness showed Siffrin how much his answer excited Mirabelle, and Siffrin couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. After a few more minutes checking over everything, mostly to reassure Mirabelle, they made their way out to the dining area where Bonnie and Isabeau were beginning to plate the food. Isabeau sent the two a smile,
“Hey you two, everything good on your end?” Mirabelle and Siffrin sat down at the table as younger woman spoke,
“Yes! We can set out once we are ready.”
“You guys took a while!” Bonnie huffed, “Did the bags suddenly come alive or something?” Odile smirked,
“I think we’d hear shouting throughout the entire house if that happened.”
“W-We can handle ourselves thank you very much!” Mirabelle pouted, Siffrin crossing his arms,
“Yeah, we would have to…” There was a feline expression on his face, “Strap in and fight them off.” Mirabelle had to hold back her giggles as Isabeau, of course, began to laugh heartily. Odile and Bonnie groaned, the latter opting to stick their tongue out,
“No! Bad!” Siffrin’s cat-like smile simply grew. He eyed the food and couldn’t help his mouth from watering. He came to appreciate meals even more since the loops ended and delighted in any recipe Bonnie made. Maybe he could write some recipes down in the journal he’ll be getting soon. Siffrin wondered what his first entry would be, though maybe thinking too much about it would defeat the purpose.
“Ah! Before we leave, Siffrin and I are going to stop by the bookshop. We’re looking for a journal!” Odile raised an inquisitive eyebrow,
“Oh? I didn’t realize you were interested in journaling Siffrin.” A smile lined her lips, “I think it would be good for you; journaling can relieve stress.”
“Is that why you’re always writing Dile?” Bonnie said as they began serving themselves, and Odile grinned teasingly,
“Oh yes. I’m writing down how you kids are always fraying my nerves and giving me more than a few ulcers.” Siffrin snickered, having long picked up on at least a few of Odile’s witty remarks. Isabeau gave a feigned wounded look,
“You wound me Madam, I would think us kids at least give you positive energy!” Odile laughed,
“I suppose that’s true.” She looked down, her grin fond, “Yes, you all give me that and much more.” Everyone smiled. After breakfast, Siffrin and Mirabelle went to the nearby store, the latter carrying the money pouch with her. The rest of the party had told the two to go look at the various journals for sale while the others finished up at the house. Afterwords, everyone would meet at the town’s second exit to continue their journey to Bambouche. Bonnie was excited to get moving again but agreed to be patient; Siffrin and Mirabelle would be quick for them anyway as they understood the preteen’s patience wasn’t their strong suit. Siffrin chuckled at picturing Bonnie’s reaction to such a statement, but also knew Bonnie was rather mature for their age, which he respected. Mirabelle picked up a journal with some floral patterns, and smiled at Siffrin,
“What do you think of this one Siffrin?” Siffrin looked at the cover for a bit, thinking, before shaking his head,
“I think I want to look at more first.” Mirabelle nodded,
“That’s fair!” Siffrin joined her in looking at the blank books as she continued, “We’ll have to get you some writing utensils too.” The Rouge tilted his head,
“Can’t I ask Odile for a pencil?”
“You could, but it’s nice to have your own. Also, you can have different designs on the pens and pencils too!” Siffrin smiled at that idea and nodded, then pondered for a moment,
“Have you kept a journal too Mirabelle?” The woman nodded,
“I have had several in the past! I did stop for a time, but my therapist helped me start writing again!” Siffrin did recall Mirabelle speaking about a therapist before, it helped her a lot apparently. Siffrin shifted to his other leg,
“Therapy huh…?” Mirabelle tilted her head knowingly, a soft smile on her lips,
“I know the idea of it worries you, but therapy can truly help you come to terms with a lot of things. You aren’t any different for needing help Siffrin, and I promise you I’ll tell you everything I know about therapy if it helps.” Siffrin nodded,
“I’d like that. I just don’t know how to even share my problems with…a stranger of all things.” Mirabelle’s smile remained, though her eyebrows knitted together knowing how Siffrin felt,
“I understand. I felt very much the same, however therapists are there to listen and help you work through your issues. My therapist gives me building blocks to work with and am much better than I was. Though again, I know it’s easier said than done, so you give it some thought first.” Siffrin nodded again. Another reason that scared him about therapy was, well he didn’t think he deserved help after all that he did back then. It was hard for him to ask for help, more over ask for anything he wanted, but if his family wanted the best for him perhaps it’s time for Siffrin himself to start wanting that too. “I have an idea, let me handle the writing utensils! You pick out a journal you really like!”
“Okay, sounds good.” Mirabelle then went to look at the area that held the items she was looking for. Siffrin turned back to the books and took in their designs. Flowers, shells, animals, there was anything and everything for people to pick out. They all looked nice of course, but none of them really grabbed Siffrin’s attention, that is until his gaze fell on a journal with stars on its cover. It had beautiful shading, and the stars were drawn as hanging ornaments alongside a crescent moon. Siffrin picked it up and turning it a little, the stars and moon shimmered slightly. Siffrin felt himself smiling, it was like this journal was made for him! He excitedly headed over to Mirabelle with it, and saw she had already picked out some things,
“Oh? Have you found one Siffrin?” Siffrin beamed, showing Mirabelle the said journal. Mirabelle’s eyes grew wide at it, as she began to beam too, “It’s lovely Siffrin! It suits you perfectly.” Siffrin giggled and held the book close to him, jumping up and down a little. He couldn’t help it; he really liked this journal! Mirabelle then showed Siffrin the items she picked out, “I thought you’d like some star themed items, so I decided that these designs would work best!” A pen and pencil with stars on them, moon shaped erasers, and even a pencil sharpener with sparkles on it. Siffrin couldn’t help but giggle more,
“Thank you Mira, I love these!” Mirabelle nodded, joining in Siffrin’s laughter in united glee. They went to purchase the items, and the bright haired rouge wondered what his first entry would be. Perhaps he could keep track of day-to-day tasks, or maybe just important things. Then again, writing about Loop’s nightly visits would be good too! Siffrin almost didn’t realize they were done at the register, and they left the shop.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Pitching up tents had become second nature to the group by this point. Everyone pitched their respective tents, so that meant Isabeau and Siffrin were working together. They usually worked fast, but Siffrin’s mind wandered a lot this time, from his journal to Loop’s visit, his brain wouldn’t settle down…
“Penny for your thoughts, Sif?” Siffrin looked at Isabeau, who gave a lopsided smile. Siffrin smirked,
“Depends. Does the ‘Big, Strong, Handsome Isabeau’ have an answer I desire?” Isabeau blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips,
“I think it’s worthy for the ‘Cute, Witty, Amazing Siffrin’.” Siffrin chuckled as well, and Isabeau continued, “I have a feeling you’re thinking about what to write in your journal.” Siffrin blinked. Isabeau was sharp as always, especially when concerning them. Siffrin scratched his cheek, a nervous smile now on his face,
“That obvious huh?” He knelt to put a peg in the ground, “It’s just…There’s so many things I could write about. There’re things we do every day, like what Bonnie cooks, Mirabelle’s fireside stories, down to us just relaxing with each other. Just…so many memories.” Isabeau hummed,
“Well, you don’t need to write down everything every day. You can start by writing down what you feel was most important.”
“But that’s the problem, everything is important.” Isabeau nodded,
“That’s true, but we’re also here to remind you of what you mentioned. Not to say you can’t write down stories and recipes that are your favorite.” Siffrin started laughing softly,
“Another problem, cause everything Bonnie cooks is my favorite.” Isabeau laughed as well,
“Point is, while every memory is special not all need to be put down on paper. Sometimes it’s best to just experience the moments instead of recording every single one.” The rouge began to understand, it did sound better when put like that. Odile seemed to have heard the tail end of the conversation and approached,
“I agree with Isabeau, in fact it’s the same with my notes. When it comes to studying, I am thorough with the details. However, since traveling with all of you I decided to put the notebook down and let the moments speak for themselves.” Isabeau nodded,
“Same here, it’s like being with my family again.” Odile raised an eyebrow with a smile,
“Well we’re honored. I recall you have several siblings, are we as chaotic as them?” Isabeau let out another laugh,
“You’d be surprised how calm some of them are, but even if the others bounce off the walls I say that’s okay. They each have a way they like to live, it’s good to have variety in life.” Odile chuckled,
“Indeed. I’m sure they are all have the Isabeau charm.” A warm compliment, but Isabeau shifted a little,
“‘Isabeau charm’ huh?” Odile tilted her head,
“Hm? Did I say something wrong?” Isabeau shook his head, a smile returning to his face,
“No, I just thought it’s better for all of them to have their own charm is all!” Siffrin frowned a little. Isabeau had been slow with becoming comfortable showing different sides of himself, and he still didn’t see many of his own good qualities. Siffrin could tell when Isabeau was thinking about himself; the wrinkle in his brow, a distant gaze in his eyes, and his hands gripped his sleeves as his arms were crossed in front of his chest. It was like Isabeau was trying to calculate how he could be better than he was, and Siffrin didn’t like that their boyfriend thought negatively about himself. They wished they could grab Isabeau’s brain by the throat and force it to think positively, but all they could do was try to distract the other when he looked too deep in thought. They weren’t as good with words like Isabeau was, so they couldn’t comfort him like he did them. Maybe they could one day…Odile seemed to take in the situation, and crossed her arms,
“I agree, individuality is good. However, I think taking after you wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Isabeau looked at the woman, whose smile returned, “You have proven time and time again your care and support for others is unmatched. If your younger siblings feel that support, which I’m sure they do, I think you have done more then enough as a brother.” Isabeau looked as if he was truly taken aback by the words, before he looked down, an emotional expression lining his features,
“I…I see.” Siffrin became concerned and was going to call out when Isabeau rubbed his face down and stood up, “I’m going to see if Mira needs help with the fire! I’ll be back Sif!” Watching him go, Odile sighed,
“Did I overstep?” Siffrin shook his head,
“No, Isa would have told you promise. He just doesn’t want to believe the good things about him.” He sounded more frustrated than he intended, but it came from a place of worry. He wished he could just hug Isabeau’s fears away, squeeze them out of the man until he felt better, but that’s not how the mind worked; Siffrin understood that better than anyone…Odile pushed her glasses up, collecting her thoughts,
“We should be there to halt that negative thinking then. I assume you wish to be on the front lines Siffrin?” Siffrin chuckled,
“You know it.”
Time had passed quickly, and dinner time had arrived to which everyone gathered around the fire to eat. Siffrin sat next to Isabeau which was normal as they were together, however tonight Siffrin wanted to make sure his boyfriend was okay after earlier. Isabeau wore a smile right now, but over time Siffrin came to understand that the man held onto feelings and thoughts for a while, mostly if it pertained to him. He never blamed Siffrin for their breakdown and horrible words, in fact Isabeau was kind of into it believe it or not, but the rogue still felt he wronged Isabeau by dragging the man’s insecurities in the dirt and laid them bare in front of them both. Isabeau didn’t deserve that at all, none of his family did, if he had just talked to them…
“Siffrin? You alright?” It was Mirabelle’s voice, and Siffrin felt their face uncrunch as they blinked a few times, they must’ve been making a bad face just now. They gave a reassuring smile,
“Sorry, I was just thinking.” Mirabelle frowned in concern, which is what Siffrin was trying to prevent,
“Do you want to talk about it?” Did they? Would it be too much with Isabeau sitting right there? Speaking of which, the man nudged Siffrin’s side with his,
“What’s up Sif?” Siffrin’s feet shuffled slightly,
“I just…Was thinking about what happened a few months back.” He decided not to bring up the specific conversation, it was probably for the best considering how Isabeau reacted earlier. Bonnie huffed,
“Well, we’ve already forgave you! You don’t got anything to worry about no more!” Siffrin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Bonnie frowned more, “I can tell you still don’t believe you earned it, which is your brain just being dumb!” There was a chuckle from Mirabelle,
“While I agree, Siffrin’s brain apart of him.” Bonnie shook his head,
“Frin’s not being dumb because Frin doesn’t like how this feels. He cares about us too much to keep saying all that stuff to us.” Bonnie took a bite of their food, “I don’t really know all that Frin went through, but I know that he is doing his best to get better and that’s what matters right?” Siffrin blinked, before looking down as he tried to hold back his tears. Bonnie had such a wonderful outlook on the whole thing, Siffrin hoped they kept that mindset for a long time. Odile nodded,
“I agree. You’re doing very well Siffrin, and improving on your own volition is a great step forward.” Siffrin tucked his chin in his cloak, trying to hide his embarrassment. Praise was still something he wasn’t used to, though he did really appreciate it; in fact, he adored hearing it to the point it was like an addiction. Maybe he should talk to Odile about that, it might be a problem he has…He could feel Isabeau’s sunny smile beam onto him,
“We’re very proud of you buddy. You get stronger, and cuter, everyday!” Siffrin blushed and shut his eyes tightly in embarrassment, but he giggled all the same. Bonnie stuck their tongue out, “Yick! Dile, Za and Frin are being lovey dovey again!!” Odile chuckled,
“How scandalous, whatever shall we do with them?” Mirabelle smiled, “They must listen to one of my stories as punishment!” The laugh that left Isabeau’s chest was always music to Siffrin’s ears,
“Can I stay with Siffrin while we do?” Mirabelle nodded,
“Of course!” Isabeau smiled at Siffrin. Stars, Siffrin will never get tired of looking at this wonderful man.
Mirabelle read the next issue of the Cursing of Chateau Castle they were currently on that night. Bonnie loved to make comments, but it was obvious they were very much into the story, and Odile seemed as if she was taking mental notes. Isabeau was also absorbed by the tale, Siffrin could tell from his concentrated expression which was trying to figure out what was going to come next. Siffrin loved how all of them reacted, it was very like all of them. He did already know how this tale ended, in fact the whole reason Mirabelle wanted to read the entire series with everyone was so they could react to the ending together, but Siffrin didn’t dare ruin it. It was ‘spoilers’, and he wouldn’t speak of those because Mirabelle wouldn’t appreciate them.
“Lord Joséphandre looked at his friend with despair in his eyes, ‘Don’t do this, Pierre! You can still make it!’ Pierre simply smiled at his friend before pushing the lord away to safety as his castle continued to crumble. The man, who would forever be known for his betrayal, simply walked to the back of the room and sat down, looking up at the painted picture. It was a memory of a long-forgotten past, one that was shared between old friends and could never be re-lived. He closed his eyes, and the castle’s magnificence soon crumbled to nothing.” Mirabelle closed the book, and was quiet for a while, but then she smiled, “And that’s issue #68!” Odile hummed,
“I see, a self-sacrifice from a character looking to redeem his wrongs. An old tale but I admit it was done well here.” Bonnie frowned a little,
“I don’t really get it. Couldn’t they have saved him?” Mirabelle smiled softly,
“It’s complicated Bonnie. With the whole world against Pierre, he wanted to do something that would have helped his friend. If that meant cutting off the magic that came from where his castle stood, he’d do it. The whole reason he had to die was because of the pact we learned of in issue #64.” Bonnie still looked conflicted,
“I still don’t like it.” Isabeau looked up,
“I think I get it. He wanted to protect the people he felt mattered right? In the end nothing else matter because they were all he had, even if there was no going back for him.” He closed his eyes in thought, “I can understand that.” Siffrin could too. Hell, he was willing to do terrible things if it meant keeping his family safe. It morphed into him becoming possessive, and while he was still working on how he felt about it all, he liked to think he was getting better at it. Odile stood up,
“Well then, I think it’s time we all turn in. Isabeau and Bonnie, you’re both on cleaning duty tonight.”
“On it!” Isabeau announced, and everyone else went into their respective tents. Siffrin decided to take out his journal and try to write down something. Settling down on his sleeping bag, he opened the book and began to stare at the blank page. What could he write down to start? He thought back to what Odile and Isbeau said, and perhaps it’d be easier to just keep it simple. He decided to write about how the group left town today and how he looked forward to continuing the journey with everyone. The words just flowed from there, it wasn’t exceedingly detailed, but it still felt enough. It also made Siffrin feel like he was able to keep track of everything without help from the others; his memories would be safely stored here, and he didn’t have to worry about them. Siffrin really liked writing in this journal, he wondered why he didn’t ask about these earlier. Hearing the tent rustle, he quickly finished up and placed the journal to the side. Isabeau climbed inside and laid down while Siffrin blew out the lantern. He snuggled close to Isabeau, who wrapped his arms around the shorter, and Siffrin fell asleep with no worries.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
There was a warm breeze as Siffrin opened his eyes to the meadow’s grass tickling his nose as he laid on his side. He sat up to see the Favor Tree not far from him, Loop sitting underneath it as if they had been there for a while. They waved at Siffrin with a cheery grin,
“Good evening, Stardust~.” The rogue felt himself beaming at the star and he quickly got up to make his way over. So this was going to be a normal occurrence! Thank the stars! Loop raised an eyebrow, “Well you seem chipper. Did something extraordinary happen today?” Siffrin simply chuckled,
“Well, I get to see you again, so there’s that.” Loop looked a little taken aback at Siffrin’s words, then their eyes looked away,
“I see. Well, whatever strikes your fancy I suppose.” Siffrin’s smile faded, not liking how Loop reacted. Did they not like that he was happy to see them? Perhaps they were still getting used to being back, or maybe they didn’t believe Siffrin saw them as more than a guide; he had to fix that quickly. He sat down, smiling again,
“It does make me glad to see you yes. I wanted to talk to you outside of the loops, just have normal conversations.” Loop’s gaze returned to Siffrin,
“Normal huh?” They let out a bitter laugh, “Depends on what you define as ‘normal’. Last I checked Stardust, I’m far from ‘normal’.” Watch the phrasing Siffrin. The rogue gave a reassuring smile,
“Aren’t the best people far from ‘normal’?” Loop stared at Siffrin, genuinely not knowingly what to say. They turned away again, their eyes distant,
“Not me.” Siffrin lost his smile once more. Loop sounded so convinced of what they said as if they rehearsed it like a mantra. Siffrin didn’t agree, of course; the idea settling in his chest with extreme discomfort. He clenched his hands once to quell his unease before speaking again,
“Whatever the case, I’m happy you’re here.” It was quiet between them for a while, and Siffrin shuffled his feet a little, before Loop said in a soft, genuine tone,
“I am happy you’re here too Stardust.” Siffrin smiled.
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"I KNOW IT'S YOU BABY"
The idea of this story belongs to @robo-writing
@kittyhowlett @alastorssimp @mynamesstevenwithav
I hope you like it, bubs!
The professor had called the X-Men into the common room to explain the mission they were to carry out that day.
It was hard for you to get out of your boyfriend's bed, as every time you tried to get up he would pull you back and whisper things in your ear like, "Do we really have to go, can't we just stay here a little longer?"
Gathering an enormous amount of willpower, you separated from him and after giving him a soft kiss on the lips you told him that you had to be there, since everyone else would be there.
He let out a groan and reluctantly got out of bed, while going into the bathroom.
You made yourself presentable and walked to the common room. Ororo was already there, as were Jean and Scott. The Professor nodded to them, welcoming them.
"You've arrived," he observed. "Please sit down, we're going to start." They sat facing each other on the chairs in the room.
The professor began to talk about the mission, but after a few seconds, without you being able to avoid it, your mind began to recall the memories of the previous night.
You tried not to let your thoughts be too intense so that neither Charles nor Jean could hear them.
You looked away at Logan, with his hair perfectly combed imitating those cat ears that you liked so much. He felt you looking at him and tilted his head towards you, connecting his lively green eyes with yours. He sketched an amused smile before looking back at the professor.
It was then that you decided to torture him a little. The previous night he had not let you cum, so that moment was the ideal one to take your revenge.
You used your ghostly power to slide your hands over his abs. You saw how he gave a surprised jump in his chair, but he still continued to listen to the professor's explanation. You moved the spectral copy of your hands to his neck, exerting a little pressure on it. A low growl escaped Logan’s lips, and you smiled.
You knew you would get revenge for what had happened last night, but you didn’t expect it to be right then. That same night was the same night you discovered that Logan likes you to choke him while you fuck.
He loves the feel of your fingers around his throat, the knowledge that if you want you can cut off his air supply at any time, it’s something that turns him on.
Your mutation also includes telepathy, which is why you hear Logan’s words in your mind as clear as if he were saying them out loud.
“I know it’s you baby,” he whispered in your mind, “you have to stop.” Ignoring him, you lowered your hands to his thighs and slowly parted his legs. He pretended it wasn’t affecting him, when in reality he was burning up inside.
He desperately needed to sink inside you. That game was turning him on too much, proof of that was the tent he had set up in his pants.
“Princess” he said, holding on tightly to the arms of the chair. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who says I can’t finish it?” you thought as you smiled half-heartedly at him.
Logan then felt the cold touch of your lips on the inside of his thighs, getting closer and closer to his cock. You looked at his face, his expression going from a hidden gesture of pleasure to a delicious tension. Before you could touch it, you pulled away, breaking the connection.
Logan’s eyes widened as he realized how fast the action was. One second you were about to kiss his cock, and the next you weren’t there anymore.
You smiled triumphantly at having gotten the revenge you longed for. You then focused on the teacher again, but before you could hear a single sentence of what he said, Logan's voice filled your mind with a strong thought.
“You're a very bad girl, ghostie,” he whispered, his voice had dropped two octaves. “Provoking me like that in front of all our friends,” he whispered. “I should punish you for what you've done.”
“Please, Logan,” you sighed in your mind. He smiled, clearly seeing how much his words affected you.
“Calm down, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You're always so eager for me,” he growled, making you cross your legs trying to relieve the pressure that had settled between them. He smelled the excitement that emanated from you in waves. His gaze darkened as his smile grew wider. “Don't worry,” he whispered. “I'll make sure to give you what you need.”
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The Event (Part 1)
This is an older version of this. The current one can be found linked on the masterlist.
You find yourself entangled with Nanami in his apartment, and worry where this might be going.
Tags: +18 (!!!), WITH PLOT (there is always a plot), Jujutsu Kaisen, SMUT, f!reader, Nanami x reader, alcohol consumption, they're clearly in love, fingering, bj, penetration, a little angst, some fluff, hurt + comfort.
WC: 5.2K
Theme song (?): Want me too - Mons Vi (on Youtube)
Hope you guys enjoy my filth, yet again. This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU", a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x f!reader x Higuruma fanfic I'll eventually write (eventually). This is preceded specially by "Would you let me die?", here, and "Where does your mind drift", here. It comes before “The man who played with fire”. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)
Disclaimer: these one-shots are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.
“I've been fooled twice and again
Flowers dying that I send
But I want you
I want you
I want you to want me, too”
— Want me too, Mons Vi
You were pressed against the wall of his apartment, and Nanami's insistent hands on your waist were doing the pressing, while you fidgeted around his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. You both had locked lips and tongues to each other, and you couldn't remember another time in your life you had been this breathless while kissing someone. That boulder of a man and the heat of his body sent all your senses spiraling as you finished taking his suit jacket off and tugged his shirt to pull him even closer — something that was clearly impossible, given you were both already glued to one another.
Then, you tried to remember how the fuck the both of you wound up in this situation.
***
"Nanami..." you hiccuped, "you're d-drunk!" Lowering your beer mug on the bar counter, you pointed at him, accusingly. "C-completely hammered."
"Is..." Nanami took a moment to realize he had his eyes closed for a few seconds. Were it seconds? He opened them, as if that would help him with the drunken vertigo. It just made the situation worse. "... That so?"
"You're talking so damn slow, and you had your eyes closed for like a whole minute. Dude, you're so-" you hiccuped again, taking another gulp of beer, completely forgetting what you were about to say.
Somewhat amused at how you simply never finished the sentence, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to ground himself. Nanami didn't recall the last time he got this completely boozed up. Both of you were pretty strong when it came to alcohol, but tonight, you two maybe went a little too overboard. "You don't seem to be fending off so well..." He stretched his last word, feeling a little dizzy, "... Either."
"Is this a competition, Nanami? ... I'll win!" You declared, bottoming out your beer mug, making a pretty huge effort to put it back on the counter without breaking the glass. "... Do I want to win this-"
The barman looked at you two. "We're closing. Can I get you guys some water?"
Oh, that was why you were both so banged up. You had been talking and drinking nonstop for hours without eating anything.
"Holy shit, Nanami, we've been drinking for five hours?" You asked him, stunned. He answered nothing, having his eyes shut again, head dangling back, while he leaned on the chair. How does he keep sleeping while seated? This is so bizarre. You grabbed his arm and shook it lightly, and Nanami was pulled awake.
"We need to pay for the drinks, sir." He said to the barman, much to the barman's worry.
"I'll... Get your check, and some water for the both of you, okay?"
You both nodded, like puzzled kids.
After paying (with a lot of effort), you and Nanami walked outside, just to realize basically every joint was closing, and that it was raining. No, raining wasn't the most adequate word for it. It was absolutely pouring.
"Shit, I'm never getting home like this." You complained, as Nanami fidgeted with a small umbrella he somehow had on him. Considering he easily walked around with his blunt blade underneath his suit jacket, carrying this must've been quite easy.
"How did you know?" You asked, pointing at the umbrella.
"I always check the forecast before leaving my apartment." He answered, still fumbling with the thing. Of course he does. You took the umbrella from Nanami's hands and opened it, giving it back to him.
"Hey, Nanami... Do you live nearby?"
He started to look around, pondering for a moment, until he could locate exactly where the both of you were. "I... do, actually." He paused, realizing he had his posture crooked, fixing it. "It's a 20-minute walk from here."
You thought for a moment. "Can I-" hiccup, "come over and wait for the rain-" hiccup, "to pass?"
"Yes..." He blinked slowly, still processing the words on his mind. "Of course."
As he held the umbrella on his right side, you intertwined your arm to his, pushing yourself closer, so the two would fit under the tiny thing. However, given the fact that the both of you were considerably tall, and that he was specially broad, that didn't work so well, leaving each with some shoulder exposed to the unforgiving weather.
Nanami sighed slowly. "We will get completely drenched."
You scoffed. "No, we won't, and if we do, it will help us sober the hell up. Come on."
***
Feeling less under the influence after a walk in the rain and cold, Nanami took his keys and opened the door, letting you in. He noted you were both somewhat damp while taking your shoes off, but not completely soaked in water as he'd expected. He flipped the lights on, and then, you could see the inside of his apartment — something you, not so proudly, used to wonder about from time to time.
It had mostly light colors with warm tones to the furniture. He had two bookcases completely filled with books that seemed to be organized in a pretty specific and convoluted way. They neatly met together on each shelf. He had an armchair, and above it was a greenish type of light fixture for reading. The windows were incredible, and provided a great view of Tokyo. The kitchen was on the opposite side of the sofa, and it was an open-type of kitchen, where someone from the living room could see all of it. It was an impeccably clean and well-maintained place, and if this wasn't Nanami, you'd probably think it belonged to a serial killer, given how it was extremely tidy, to a clearly obsessive length. You felt you were dirtying the apartment just by looking at it.
"Um... Where can I sit?" You asked, hesitantly. He pointed to one of the chairs at the dining table, and you promptly sat there, trying not to move too much and spread water around the place.
You started to slide your hand through your hair, just to realize it was quite wet. He noticed, and went inside his room for a minute, coming back with a blue towel, giving it to you. Taking the towel from his hands, you shuffled it around your head, drying whatever you could. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Nanami replied, sitting down on the edge of his sofa and removing his tie calmly. He folded it a couple of times before putting the tie over the sofa's arm.
"So, how are you feeling? You look more sober." You said. He did, actually. You noticed his usually neat, perfectly aligned hair had some locks over his forehead, probably due to the rain. His blue shirt was slightly damp, and his pants, just under his knees, had definitely seen better days.
"I feel more alert, yes. And the vertigo has stopped, thankfully. Although I'm still quite inebriated." Nanami replied, as he leaned back on the cushions crossing his legs, and you noticed the slightest hint of imbalance. "What is your status?"
"I'm sobering up a little. But I'm still pretty fucked, though." You answered, chuckling while you rested the towel over your lap. "I'll definitely regret this tomorrow."
He huffed, amused. "I will too, probably."
You were both silent for a moment, while the pouring rain filled the ambiance. It had eased out, but was still pretty heavy.
"Nanami..." You began.
"Yes?" He braced himself. He knew some complicated question or contemplation was just about to be thrown at him. Nanami had noticed for a while now that you liked to think out loud and chat about your ruminations.
"Remember when I asked you to let me die if it would save somebody else, and you refused?" You questioned, starting to probe him.
Strangely, it didn't annoy him at all, especially after the conversation you both shared when you were stranded with Ijichi by the mountains. He thought at the time you made that request, he'd like to go back to it, eventually. "Yes, I do recall that." Nanami answered.
"Why did you- I mean, we're supposed to-" Talking about this was hard, and being still somewhat drunk made the task nearly impossible. Gladly, he already knew what you wanted to go on about.
"I don't want you to die. You see, even with your antics," he began, "you have become an important person in my life. As jujutsu sorcerers, that unfortunately is hard to come by and stay. You..." He paused for a second. "You stayed, and I'd like to keep it that way."
You were slightly surprised, given you expected from Nanami some sort of less straight-forward declaration about the importance and relevance of people in his life. It must've been the alcohol, you thought.
"Why did you request that from me, in particular?" He inquired.
"Because you know me better than anyone currently in my life," you blurted out, "and I knew you'd not take it like... I don't know. I just knew you'd understand where I was coming from, especially having been by my side when-" You choked up and couldn't finish the sentence. He knew, he remembered clearly what transpired ten years ago in your hometown, one of his most significant missions. You weren't aware of it, but even after the conversation you had years ago, he still blamed himself to some degree.
"You know me well, too. So how did you arrive at the conclusion that I would agree to such a request?" Nanami questioned, curious eyes glancing at you.
"You're such a dutiful and respectful person. A decent one, too. Especially regarding other people's wishes, when it's within your powers to honor them. So I thought you'd agree to it." You confessed, shrugging.
He sighed. "I'm not a hero, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer. I came back because out of the two stupid things I could do, this was the one I was better suited for."
"You see, I think that's bullshit." You said, finally confronting him on this ready-to-go speech Nanami had most of the time. He was a bit surprised. You continued. "I know you care underneath that facade. Hell, I think I can actually say I know you, Mr. Bangs — yes, I remember them. We go way back, so don't try to preach to the choir. You're someone actually worried about saving people and doing good deeds in this dirty world of jujutsu."
The corner of his mouth stretched a little, and he seemed to be almost smiling. However, his expression was still blank enough to make his surge of warmth and fluttering unnoticeable. "If you knew that, then why did you believe I'd oblige to such a request?" He was still under the influence, and in normal circumstances, wouldn't be tap dancing dangerously around this boundary like he was right now.
You blushed and looked away as you began to answer him. "I just... Believed your 'preaching' for a second, I guess."
"I see." He answered, still looking at your face, thinking how lovely you looked when you blushe- No, stop it, he thought to himself. You noticed his eyes staring at you in a way that remembered the conversation you had while stranded some days prior.
“Is your mind drifting, Nanami?” You inquired, playfully. Looking at him to wait for an answer, your eyes locked onto his prominent jaw and chiseled face, and you wanted to rub your own face on his until you got cuts on your ski- Get a hold of yourself, woman, you mentally chastised yourself.
He didn’t fail to notice it, too. Rather than feeling embarrassed at being caught red-handed, daydreaming of you, he threw the ball right back at you. “Is yours?”
You promptly looked away, yet again, heart skipping beats as you tried to keep yourself under control. Then, you noticed through the window that the rain had finally subsided.
Time to run before you went past the point of no return.
"Nanami, the rain is gone. I guess this is my cue." You said, hastily getting up. You were nervous, and having him probing you — not the other way around — was pushing all of your buttons in ways you were not prepared for. Furthermore, you were the type to make other people uncomfortable through joking and blunt sincerity, just so no one couldn't do it to you first. But with Nanami, after so much time, you had become vulnerable, something that scared the living shit out of you. You just knew Nanami was a decent and good man who'd never take advantage of this, and on top of that, you kind of owed the fact you were still alive to him.
He seemed a little disappointed, his expression less indecipherable than before. "I understand. Well..." He said as he got up. "Return safely."
You approached him to say goodbye, and your senses — as well as your common sense — dulled as you felt his perfume, now evaporating along with the water from his clothes. "Bye, then." You said, suddenly planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Instead of retreating, as he normally would in a situation like this, Nanami closed his eyes and leaned his face to press your lips harder against his face, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction that sent chills down his body. You inhaled him in, and before you knew, he was sliding down his own face, brushing his cheeks against your mouth intently, until his lips met yours. He let out a soft low groan as they made contact, and one of his hands made its way to your back, effectively pulling you into his warmth.
That was the moment you lost any willpower to get out of this unscathed, and you threw your arms around his head, which stole a light gasp from him. You used this opportunity to press your tongue inside his mouth, and his own tongue came to entangle with yours. Nanami grabbed you by your waist and pushed you against the wall, starting to pant lightly while the both of you were locked in a passionate kiss, ready to wash away the last ten years.
Oh, yeah. That's how this started.
He had his body pressed against yours, and you both did not dare to part the kiss or open your eyes, for you knew the moment you did, one or the other would pull the both of you back to the reality of how much of a bad idea this was. Not only were you and Nanami colleagues, but you effectively worked together on missions. On top of that, this wasn’t just a one-night stand or a random hook up, it was pretty well established you had feelings for each other, and some complicated unresolved issues. Things that having drunken sex usually tends to make even more chaotic.
Suddenly, he rubbed his hips against yours just the right way, and you felt his throbbing erection pressed against you. You moaned loudly against his lips, open-mouthed and tongues grinding each other. Your moan made him press his mouth against yours to a closed kiss, and all the hairs on his arm and neck propped up with a shiver. Nanami went still, and the lack of mindless friction against his body brought you back to Earth for a split second.
“I’m leaving/Please leave” you both said at the same time, as he jumped back, sitting haphazardly over the sofa’s arm and tried — without much success — to cover his hardened length with his closed fist, looking away with a completely flushed and vermilion face. I should consider quitting alcohol, was the idea he entertained.
Panting frantically, you ran to the door, snatched your shoes from the entrance without even putting them on, and got out, letting it close behind you. You tried to catch your breath while hunched over, and evening out your breathing was being much harder than you thought, though you figured it could be from your heart racing and throbbing against your chest insistently. There was a ringing in your ears that you wanted to wait out until leaving the building, and so you stood there, right outside his apartment, for some minutes. However, while trying to pull yourself together, you noticed something.
You never heard the door locking.
I want him, I’ve wanted him for so long now, and he wants me too. What am I doing out here? I’m seeing this through to the end, you thought to yourself, with liquor-bought courage, resting your hand on the door knob. Pushing your body while you tried to silence every anxiety and impression that this was a bad idea, you entered the apartment again, to find Nanami sitting at the edge of his bed, beads of sweat on his forehead, as he incredulously and eagerly lifted his gaze to glance at you. You felt you must’ve looked desperate, and simmering under his slightly vacant stare, he seemed desperate too, clutching his fist on the mattress strongly enough to deform it a little.
“You… never locked your door” you remarked, removing your coat.
“I… did not.” He answered. “More specifically, I couldn’t find the strength to do so.”
Nanami seemed to have reached the same conclusion you did when you were given time to think by yourself outside.
Starting to walk towards him, you removed your socks, then started to unbutton your shirt, and he seemed hypnotized, following your stride with needy eyes. You let your shirt fall back, sliding over your arms until it hit the ground. Standing right in front of him, you put your hands together to unbutton your pants, and he held your hands in place, hesitantly.
You were resolute, but he seemed to still be swaying between what to (not) do.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I… please…” you pleaded, barely brushing the side of your face against his, sending electricity all throughout his body. “I know you want me too.” You brushed the tip of your nose delicately over his chiseled cheekbone, to look him in the eyes.
Sighing deeply with his eyes closed, he finally opened them, and put his own nose right beside yours, making it possible for you to feel his breathing, lips nearly touching. “I do.”
You immediately kissed him, and it was different this time. The feeling wasn’t so urgent, but your lips locked deeply and intensely. He caressed the side of your hair with his fingertips, sliding his index finger around the edge of your ear, sending chills down your spine. Nanami then put his hands, one to each side of your hips, and guided you delicately to sit beside him on the bed. After that, he slid himself further back on the mattress, and you followed along.
As you both were in the middle of the bed, he rested his palm on your chest, pushing you softly to lie down, with his honeyed eyes still locked to yours. Every touch he made was so intent you felt your body shiver, like this was the first time you were ever touched by another person. To call Nanami an intense lover would be an understatement.
Lying down slowly, you gazed up at him, feeling your face searing hot as you did. This man was so goddamn handsome, and the way he looked at you nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.
His hands traveled between your breasts, down your abdomen, and reached the edge of your pants, unzipping you and pushing them as well as your underwear to your mid-thighs. Still looking at you, analyzing your each and every facial expression, Nanami started to slide one of his hands to where your already drenched underwear was previously. You felt somewhat embarrassed to be already that wet from some kissing and grinding, but oh, well. He apparently had that effect on you.
As his fingers reached your dripping folds, his eyes widened a little, and his expression was kind of… amused? “Oh.”
Your face blushed even harder. “I… You… We were and-“
“You want me that intensely?” Nanami said, touching his forehead to yours, nose side by side.
“I… do. Please.” You answered, a little defeated.
He rubbed his lips against yours, and sighed, seemingly fluttering. “Then have me. Have all of me.” He pressed his tongue against your mouth, and you let him in, at the same time his fingers started to rub against your core. You mewled into his mouth, rolling your eyes back, and propping your hands to hold the nape of his head. He was softly grinding himself to the side of your body, searching for any relief to this throbbing clothed erection.
He rubbed his middle finger to your clit, and the others rolled your outer folds in, pinching them delicately. As you mewled and moaned into his mouth, he let out satisfied groans, trying to hold himself together as you fell apart to his touch. The sounds you made being under his will were just exquisite.
You started to grind your pussy against his hand, and attentively, he applied more pressure with his fingers over your nub, eliciting a loud and powerful moan from you, as you pushed full force your lips on his. His body trembled, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop doing this to you right now without going mad if you, by any chance, changed your mind about this whole endeavor.
Rocking your hips back and forth, you started to feel the heat pooling on your lower abdomen, tugging at his shirt urgently and desperately. He noticed it, and parted his lips from yours, keeping a small distance between your faces so he could watch you crumbling down in real time. You were completely debauched, flustered and messy. His heart throbbed in his chest, as he had never seen you look so beautiful as you did at this very moment. He could still smell the flowery scent from your hair, now mixed with your breath and sweat. It was heavenly.
Bubbling up and all throughout your body, you came onto his hands nearly yelling out of sheer pleasure, saying his name, and with your hands to the back of his neck, pressed your nails so deep into Nanami’s skin it almost drew blood. He huffed, delighted, as you quivered and convulsed underneath him. Nanami wanted to ask you to stay and not leave ever again.
Riding out your high, you pulled his face closer, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
Then, you moved your hand smoothly down his chest and abdomen until you reached the outline of his cock underneath his pants. You grabbed it firmly, and he let out a choked grunt from the back of his throat, launching his head back and pumping his girth involuntarily against your touch. You smiled.
“And you want me too, that badly?”
“I do.” He replied, pulling his hand up from your folds and tasting you from his fingers, while he looked straight at you. You saw his eyes half lidded as he tasted it. Sighing at the sight of that, you thought for a moment you came a little just from it.
You pushed him back on the bed with your hands and slowly began to unbutton the rest of his signature blue shirt, removing it, and straddling yourself on top of his hips. Your pussy was pressed over his cock, and he put both of his hands firmly over your thighs, grinding up, grunting as he did. The motion, after you became so sensitive, had you seeing stars and sparkles in the back of your eyes. Letting out a mixture of a huff and a chuckle, you basked in the vision you had in front of you, and slid down your hands to open his pants. You did, and removed them until they fell on the floor.
Suddenly, you gave a lick on his abs, and he shivered, letting out a faint moan. You made your way with your tongue slowly down his body, planting a few kisses until you got there. His cock was extremely hard, the tip was red and already leaking. Your mouth watered at that sight to behold.
Nanami suddenly put his hand on your cheek, and you looked at him. His face was flustered, his hair had already fallen completely out of its usual slick arrangement, and the needy look on this man’s face sent a wave of heat down your back.
“I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m… Extremely wound up.” He confessed, a little embarrassed. “If by any chance this becomes too much, tell me to stop.”
You smiled at him. “I won’t. Have all of me, too.”
His gaze deepened as your tongue made its way to his tip, glazing it with saliva. He immediately grabbed your hair and let out a strained moan, launching his head to the pillow underneath it. You swallowed his length, inch by inch, careful not to choke ahead of time. You noticed him squirming his hips underneath you, probably holding himself from bucking upwards full force.
Once you had taken him all in, you positioned yourself the most comfortable way and started to encouragingly press your hands on the sides of his hips, for him to pump his cock inside your mouth.
Still tightly — though not bruisingly — holding onto your hair, he asked, “are you sure?”
“Mm-Hmm”, was all you got out, with that massive cock inside your mouth. He started off slow, grinding the back of his cock to your tongue, gravely groans filling the room. As you seemed to be taking it well, his pace picked up, and his tip began hitting the back of your throat, deliciously choking you, as a few tears bubbled up in your eyes.
You were moaning to the taste and sound of Nanami, and your moaning seemed to snap something inside of him. Nanami began thrusting into your mouth intently, and after so much build up and grinding, suddenly, came while bucking his hips sloppily, painting the back of your throat with pure white. You began drinking him all in.
When you finished, you cleaned your face with the back of your hand, slowly making your way back to him. Before you did, though, Nanami held your waist and laid you down on the sheets, climbing on top of you and kissing you passionately, moving his hands to hold the sides of your head. He let his body weight rest over you, carefully, and you sank underneath that mountainous man, sliding your nails delicately down his back. He pressed himself in between your legs, and you gasped at the sensation.
“Please…” you begged, now holding his face, looking straight into his eyes. “Please.”
He sighed, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, as he grabbed a condom from someplace you couldn’t quite make out. Nanami opened it with his teeth, and slipped it on quickly, hovering above you. He locked eyes with you again, resting his forehead against yours, and extended his hand behind your back, accidentally pressing the deep scar you had over your spine. You gasped in pain, and he retreated his hand immediately.
“I apologize, I… I…” his expression looked equally pained, with a distinct frown between his brows. “Please, forgive me.” This wasn’t an apology about current events, and it clenched your chest to see him like this. At this moment, you knew he still carried blame for what happened years ago.
“There is nothing to be forgiven, stop apologizing,” you said, holding his head against yours, eyes piercing through his. “You never failed me. Don’t apologize anymore. Please, don’t… don’t blame yourself.”
His gaze softened, and he rested one of his hands on your cheek. The touch was wholeheartedly delicate, like he was holding a flower petal, and it sent your heart thumping against your chest. You could feel a surge of words stirring up your throat, and decided to let them out.
“I love you,” you said, gazing intently into his eyes, “I love you completely.”
Nanami looked at you pleadingly, and immediately pressed his lips to yours, brushing away to all the pain the both of you had endured together and apart. Only then, did he separate his lips from yours to breathe out, “I love you too.”
At that moment, you were sure you had sunk in too deep, and there was no escaping it anymore. Not even if you were an expert at fleeing.
He positioned himself and sunk in slowly, wanting to feel as every inch made its way into you. You both shared an intense and strained moan in unison, as he bottomed out, tearing you apart slowly. There was no build up whatsoever to the coil that instantly formed in your lower abdomen, ready to snap. You stretched and clenched around him, walls fluttering, and Nanami groaned against your lips, halting any movement from his hips.
“If I move too quickly, I’ll…” he said, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate, while pressing his hands to the sides of your shoulders. You were caged in, right underneath him.
You huffed and laughed softly. “I… I know, m-me too. Let’s take it slowly…”
Nanami smiled with the corner of his lips, planting an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw and contouring your face with the tip of his nose, until your noses were beside one another. He gazed at you, glancing straight into your eyes, and you looked right back, as he started to slowly glide in and out of you, pulling entirely and bottoming completely with each movement he made. Both of you moaned and groaned into each other, as he pressed you under him from every angle possible. Your heart whirled content, and at that moment, you felt heartwarmingly held and protected by him.
His pace started to pick up, and you were babbling incoherently against his mouth. He kissed you and pressed your head against the bed with his urgent, insistent lips, while the heat pooled in your belly began sparkling, ready to burst.
“I-I’m… I…” you huffed, nearly out of breath.
He thrust into you sharply and picked up a quicker pace. With that, you let go, orgasm hitting you like an avalanche, while you trembled, twisted and turned under Nanami. He came right after, muffling an almost shout with his mouth against your puffy lips, and his hips were slowing right until the movements stopped.
Your mind was blank and your sight grew dark, as you brushed the hair over his forehead with your fingertips away, a dumb smile on your face. He caved, falling beside you, pulling you in for a hug as you two drifted away.
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You woke up, and realized you were sleeping with your stomach down. You had no idea what time it was, but the throbbing headache was relentless enough for you to not care about it. Looking to your side on the bed, you realized Nanami was nowhere to be found.
“What…?” You asked yourself, getting up and almost falling down in the process. His phone, which was on the nightstand before, was also gone. As you walked towards the room’s door, you saw that his blunt blade was gone too, and there were some toasts and an omelet ready on the table, accompanied by an assortment of toppings. The other side of the table, however, was empty, and over your chair there was a note.
For some reason, you had a bad feeling about it.
What was that about regret the morning after?
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꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 ༻꧂
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Listen, I know I have like 8008 wips right now but we don’t need to talk about that. What we do need to talk about is Janny angst, and I’m here to supply in the form of Jake confessing to Danny at a Halloween party and Danny not knowing how to respond. Hope you enjoy!
Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slasher
Warnings and tags: 18+ only! Please consider all of my work to not be suitable for minors at this point, unrequited love, angst, Halloween party, brief mentions of sexual activity (Sam and OC), drinking, making decisions while under the influence, sharing a bed, literally one singular kiss
Word count: 2.7k
I’m sorry Jake, but I don’t think I can like you that way.
His response rattled around in his head for the rest of the evening while the rest of the party raged on around him. Why did he say that of all things? Honestly, it was the best excuse he could think of on the spot.
Jake had just caught him off guard. Didn’t corner him or anything, didn’t speak in a way that made Danny feel like this was actually a big deal or not. Danny couldn’t help but keep replaying the interaction over in his mind, thinking of ways he could have responded differently. It got to the point he couldn’t even decipher which memory was real anymore or which was just a scenario hoping for a better outcome.
It had been nearly three hours ago. Danny was the first one to arrive, having brought over some last minute things Sam had text him to pick up on his way. Jake answered the door, quickly offering to take some of the many shopping bags Danny held in his hands and brought them along to the kitchen.
“Where’s Sam?” Danny asked immediately, not thinking anything of it.
Jake’s brows furrowed for only a second, or had they? Danny wasn’t exactly sure now that he tried to recall each detail.
“He went to go pick up Cheyanne” Jake answered as he started to dig into the bags.
“So he expects us to just set up his own party for him?” Danny scoffed, and he did remember the way Jake cracked a smile. Jake always smiled when he said something snarky or witty.
It wasn’t long after they finished setting everything out. They were just waiting around for more people to show up, or Sam and his girlfriend to make it back. Danny was on his phone leaning against the island in the kitchen when Jake slowly approached and placed his hands on top of the granite across from him.
He knew Jake didn’t just come outright and say it, but how the conversation started exactly alluded him now. First Jake asked him if he’d been seeing anyone interesting lately, and Danny simply answered no without looking up from his phone. How could he when the band kept him so busy? He was surprised Josh and Sam found the time to date, but then again even though they put a lot of effort into it the band just didn’t mean the same thing to them as it did him and Jake. Even when they weren’t rehearsing they were constantly messaging each other, sending back and forth clips of chords they were working on together.
When Jake finally worked up the courage to ask him, Danny thought for a moment that he couldn’t be serious.
“Would you want to hang out sometime? Go, I don’t know, see a movie or something?”
“Sure,” Danny finally locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. “I thought you didn’t like movie theaters though?”
Jake might have blushed at that point, his fingers idly poking at the flakes of quartz sealed into the countertop. “I mean, that’s usually where you go when asking someone out on a date, so”.
“Oh”. Danny stood up straight, blinking a few times as he watched Jake for any sort of indication that he was just joking. It was hard to take him seriously when he was standing there in his Halloween costume, dressed as a pirate with the flowy blouse exposing the chains that adorned his chest, and a bandana tied around his freshly trimmed shoulder length waves still a little damp from the shower. Danny felt silly himself when he left his house in his cowboy get up, almost forgetting his hat in the passenger seat of his car because he didn’t want to wear it in the grocery store.
“Can we talk about this later?” That was one of the responses he could have given, but he knew that would have only made Jake’s anxiety spike. He chose to ask him now, who knows how long he had already been waiting?
He watched as a few different expressions flashed across Jake’s features before finally settling on something Danny was unable to read. “Is it Sam?”
“What?” Danny questioned a little defensively. “Sam is with Chey”.
“I know he is” Jake quickly continued, “but just knowing someone is off limits doesn’t stop you from feeling certain ways”.
Danny got his double meaning. Jake must’ve known there was a lot riding on this, but he chose to ask anyway. It made Danny’s heart pound even now as he thought back on it. If it were him in Jake’s shoes, he didn’t know if he would have been able to do it.
Jake finally accepted his answer and they awkwardly agreed that this didn’t need to change anything between them, they could just go back to being close friends, band mates, until Sam and Josh bound through the front door.
The party only got more and more loud and unruly as more and more people showed up, crowding every room on the ground floor of the townhouse. Danny stood idly by in the living room, having been abandoned in his conversation with Sam as he made out with his girlfriend on the couch.
He sighed and left for the kitchen to make another drink, not really feeling the party after the whirlwind of emotions from earlier. Jake had made himself scarce, no doubt hiding out on the back patio where it had to be quieter. Going to find him drifted through his mind, but he figured that probably wasn’t the best solution to his boredom considering the way they’d left things. If only there was a way he could go back and say something else. Anything else.
The statement wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. Danny didn’t know if he could like Jake that way because he had never thought about it before. Now though, now that he knew how Jake felt it sparked a tingling inside him. Like the time when he played his first successful copy riff on the guitar, or when he was asked to join the band.
When he returned to the living room, Jake had emerged. His was the first presence Danny caught from across the room despite his small size. Jake quickly shifted his gaze to avoid eye contact, but he continued to smile softly as he listened to the person in front of him talking.
Danny wanted to make his way across, past the couch with the happy couple still on it, and join in on the conversation but instead he kept his distance. Continuously he found himself looking back in Jake’s direction though, who didn’t once glance his way again. Or if he did sneak a peak Danny didn’t notice, but that seemed unlikely considering the amount of times he had his eyes on the other man.
Finally after midnight the house started to clear out and the familiar quiet of Sam’s place returned. With the living room at least a little picked up Danny decided to call it a night and climbed the stairs to retrieve his change in clothes and toothbrush from Sam’s room, but inches away from the door he heard what was inside. Soft moans, the repetitive squeaking of a mattress in motion.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Danny whispered with a groan, leaning his head back against the far fall and staring at the door in frustration.
Seconds later, the door to the upstairs bathroom creaked open and out stepped Jake in his pajamas with rings of smeared eyeliner still clinging to his waterline.
“Hey” Danny waved, trying not to scare him.
Jake jumped anyway, having expected everyone to have gone home by now.
“What ar-”
Danny cut him off with a finger to his lips, then pointed at Sam’s door. “My things are in there”.
Still clutching his chest, Jake’s eyes darted over, then he heard it too. “Oh”.
His voice came out in a matching hushed tone now. “Were you supposed to be crashing here?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to sleep on the couch downstairs. Would’ve liked to change and brush my teeth first though”. Danny’s tongue ran across the face of his teeth, feeling the sugary coating of all the mixed drinks he’d consumed throughout the night sticking to their surface. He pushed off the wall and started to walk towards Jake who instinctively backed away. “Guess I’ll just find some mouthwash in the bathroom or something”.
Jake stepped aside and allowed him to pass, their shoulders bumping slightly in the narrow hallway. After swishing with a nearly empty bottle of Listerine and washing his face with some cool water from the sink, Danny shut off the light to the bathroom and gave up on trying to retrieve any of his items from Sam’s room. For a brief moment he debated on just trying to go home, but he had definitely had a few too many ‘beverages’ as Josh liked to call it to believe it was safe. He snuck his way back down the hallway, trying not to disturb any of the rooms’ occupants, but when he reached the top of the stairs he heard a door creaking open.
“Danny” a voice carried through the dark. It wasn’t Sam, he usually preferred to use his full name for whatever reason.
Danny turned to see Jake standing in the hallway again, waiting until he had his attention to disappear back into his room again only to pop back out with a stack of clothes. “These should work for the night”.
“Thanks” Danny graciously took the shirt and pants, examining them in his hands, they certainly looked comfier than his silly western jeans and button up.
“I’m sorry, the couch downstairs is really uncomfortable” Jake folded one of his arms across his chest, his hand gripping just above his elbow.
Danny thought back on how Sam and his girlfriend had spent most of the night making out there before deciding to take it further in the bedroom. He shuddered at the thought of trying to stretch out in the same place, that paired with all the other thoughts he already had racing around up there meant it was likely to be a long night. “Yeah, I don’t really expect to get much sleep”.
He could tell Jake was running through scenarios in his own head now, internally trying to calculate what his next move would be, until finally he spoke again. “You don’t have to, I wouldn’t be hurt at all if you said no, but if you wanted, I mean I have a king size bed so…”. His words came out in a stumbling slur, like every which way he had thought of asking jumbled together into one hardly coherent sentence.
“Umm” Danny gathered enough to understand what it was Jake was offering, and usually he wouldn’t think anything of sharing a bed with a friend, but after earlier he stopped to consider how that might translate.
“It doesn’t have to be weird or anything” Jake added, “I’ll stay on one side. I have an extra blanket. Just don’t want to see you suffering down there”.
It warmed Danny’s heart to see how much Jake cared, even with the reveal of his hidden feelings, Jake was always a generous person. He liked caring for people, and Danny trusted that this was just another example of how Jake always looked out after him.
“Yeah, alright, guess it would be nice to actually get some sleep”.
Jake nodded and Danny followed him into his room. He hadn’t been staying with Sam for long, ever since Josh and his partner got serious and he offered to move out so they could have a bit more privacy. For now he was living in Sam’s spare bedroom because it didn’t make sense to sign a lease anywhere right before they were about to go on another long stint of touring.
Danny looked around, even with the short amount of time he’d been here the space already felt unique to him. Guitars were scattered about, some on stands and some just propped up against the wall or dresser. He watched as Jake made his way back to his side of the bed, the covers pulled back like he’d been waiting to hear Danny emerge from the bathroom, and then he realized he still needed to change.
Jake picked up the book he’d turned over on the page he was at and stuffed his bookmark inside before setting it on his nightstand and clicking the small lamp off. He crawled back into bed but looked up to see Danny frozen in place staring down at the clothes in his arms.
Oh god. He doesn’t feel comfortable around me anymore. Jake beat himself up, not exactly regretting trying to make his move, but still worried Danny might act differently around him now, and not in a good way. Trying to pretend like he didn’t notice Danny’s hesitance, Jake shifted down into a lying position, tucking his hand underneath his head and closing his eyes to try and feign sleep.
After a few minutes and the quiet rustling of clothing, the bed beside him dipped and he felt Danny lay down next to him.
It wasn’t the first time they had shared a bed, more than likely wouldn’t be close to the last either. Certainly, it also wasn’t the first time Jake felt his heart fluttering at the thought of how close Danny was, yet still so far away.
Time passed slowly, Jake could feel the seconds ticking on with each thump against his chest. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, trying to resist the urge to open them and check to see if Danny was still awake too. His answer came in the form of a warm hand sliding across the sheets, stopping just a mere centimeter from where his head rested on his pillow.
Jake dared a look, and when he did he was met with the overwhelming sight of Danny’s radiant irises. Greens bursting from brown in a way that captivated anyone who got close enough to witness their magic first hand. And captivated Jake was.
“Danny I-” Jake attempted to correct whatever it was that had settled between them. He couldn’t apologize for his feelings, but he could at least attempt to explain himself in a way that Danny might understand.
That was all cut short though, because Danny’s hand reached further, coming to rest on Jake’s cheek. Danny inched closer in the bed, waiting a moment for any signs of reservations from Jake who was caught frozen in his touch.
Without another word muttered between them Danny leaned in and pressed their lips together. It was an odd feeling at first. He had never kissed another man before, not that he had anything against it. But kissing Jake? Even he was shocked at his actions.
Jake parted his lips slightly to let out a content exhale and slotted Danny's bottom lip between his own. He took command of the kiss, knowing full well that Danny was probably still feeling lingering effects from the alcohol. Should he have instigated a more intense kiss in return? The answer was definitely not, but Jake feared this might be his only chance to feel what it was like to have his feelings reciprocated, so he greedily took all he could get.
In an instant Jake stole Danny’s breath, and in the same aching heartbeat Danny pulled away.
They laid there in silence, staring at each other through the dark as they both searched each other’s eyes for the answers to their unspoken questions.
Even if those answers were to remain shrouded in the darkness of this bedroom, they would always share this moment. Jake clung on to that sentiment as he closed his eyes again, forcing his breathing to steady out and for sleep to pull him under.
“Good night Jake” Danny whispered in the end, leaving it to fate to decide whether or not Jake heard him.
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#Greta van fic#greta van fleet#danny wagner#jake kiszka#janny gvf#there will be another part for this#but don’t expect a posting schedule because I’m still working on everything else too 😅
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A mini lil fic. PG. Mentions of animal illness and death. Crying people. Takes place about a year into Buggy and Sunny's marriage (this isn't spoilery since it was mentioned in the Kid Buggy fic 👀) Title comes from The Cave by Mumford and Sons.
And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways
To Buggy, Sunny can do no wrong. Ever. He thinks she's absolutely perfect. He's the type of husband who would do whatever he could for her to make sure she's always happy. He remembers her birthday, her favorite flower, the day they met. Everything.
He fucks up badly only once in their marriage and it was within the first year.
Sunny was crying over the loss of one of Mohji's animals, a bear. It was sick for a while and she convinced Buggy to see if they could find someone to treat the poor thing. When they finally anchored and they found a vet, it was too late. The poor thing was past treatment so the humane thing was to put the bear to sleep. Mohji was a wreck and Sunny was inconsolable.
Buggy was an idiot.
"It's just an animal, babe." He grumbled one night while getting ready for bed. "Mohji isn't even crying that much over it."
"B-But I feel so bad for him!" Sunny sniffed as she held a tissue to her face. "He-he loved that bear so much, Buggy! And he's dead! We couldn't help him!"
He rolled his eyes. The vet wasn't sure why the bear's health declined suddenly. Mohji took very good care of the animals, but sometimes things happened. Mohji and some of the men buried the animal out in the woods later that day but Buggy didn't want Sunny to tag along. He wanted her to get over it.
"Look, the animals aren't your concern, okay?" He sighed as he got into bed beside her. "Just suck it up and move on. Mohji already has."
Sunny lowered the tissue from her face as she turned to look at Buggy. "What did you just say?"
He paused for a moment, trying to recall what he just said.
"I... Said the animals aren't your concern?"
"Try again."
Oh shit. He heard the tone in Sunny's voice and knew he was in trouble. There has been one time before when he heard her speak like that and he knew he was in trouble.
"Sunny, b-babe, just... Don't concern yourself with Mohji's animals." He managed to get out, smiling wide at her, hoping she wouldn't get mad. She sat beside him in bed, arms crossed as she stared at him with an unreadable look on her face. "All I said was... Suck it up and move on... B-Because it's just one bear, babe. Not a big deal."
"So what you're saying is you don't want me to express emotions, Buggy?" Sunny asked coldly. "I should just keep it all inside or something?"
"Yes!"
Oh, no, that wasn't the right answer. He tried again.
"I mean... Show them but... Not all the time? Just... Just stop crying?"
Sunny stared at him before she laid down on the bed with her back to him. He reached out to touch her shoulder but she jerked away from him.
"Don't, Buggy." She snapped.
"B-Babe, come on!" He insisted. "I didn't mean, um-"
"Good night." She pulled the blankets close and closed her eyes. He didn't even get a good night kiss.
~
Sunny cooked him breakfast the next morning but left when he started eating. He thought maybe she'd be better by lunch time, but she repeated what she did at breakfast: fixed him a plate and left.
He tried talking to her but she ignored him as she went about her chores.
Fine, he could also be stubborn and ignore her.
Except that only lasted a few hours before he was on the ground in front of her while she patched a hole in a crewman's pants. Buggy was hugging her legs, trying to get her to notice him, but she ignored him as she worked.
"Babe, please don't ignore me!" He begged. "Please!"
One thing Buggy learned about his wife that week was she could stand her ground. She gave Buggy the cold shoulder for an entire week. Seven days. If he would have apologized she would have stopped but he didn't until the end of the week when he was at her feet again, resting his head in her lap while she worked. Mohji and some men were off the ship again, getting supplies, while Sunny worked.
"Please talk to me." Buggy whined pitifully. "What do I have to do?"
Sunny sighed and stopped what she was doing. "Apologize to me. That's all I want."
"A-Apologize?! For what?!" Buggy demanded. Sunny stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. "You should apologize to me for ignoring me all week!"
"Really, Buggy?" Sunny said. "You tell me to stop crying, not to show emotions, but you want me to apologize to you, is that what you're saying?"
"Obviously! You've been ignoring me all week, Sunny! Why should I apologize?!"
"Because you hurt my feelings!" Sunny exclaimed. "Buggy, I was upset and instead of comforting me you told me to suck it up! I have never once said anything like that to you when you were down, so I'd expect you would comfort me when I need it!"
Buggy's eyes widened slowly. He felt like a terrible husband because Sunny was right. She was always there, hugging and reassuring him whenever he needed it, ever since they met, and she never asked for anything in return. The one time she wanted it he ignored her feelings and made it about him.
"I-I 'm sorry, Sunny! I am, please, I'm sorry, don't... Don't do this anymore." He pleaded as he buried his face in her lap. "I'm sorry. You... You can cry as much as you want. Don't leave me or anything."
Sunny took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and looked down at Buggy. "I am not leaving you over this. And I'm glad you apologized, Buggy."
He glanced up at her, eyes watery as he sniffed. "Really?"
"Yes." She said. "Now never say anything like that to me again, are we clear?"
He could only nod, tears in his eyes as he clung to her. Sunny could feel a headache coming on.
"I love you." He mumbled as he shut his eyes, clinging to her while she resumed her tasks.
"I love you too, Buggy." Sunny replied. "Now let me finish my work, okay?"
He just nodded, keeping close to her, fearful she might disappear before his eyes. Sunny reached down to pat him on the head gently before finishing her work. She was glad he apologized and hoped he would learn from this, but she would also be more vocal about her emotional needs as well around him, and if he ever told her to suck it up again then she would walk away.
end.
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Prompt: “You really should take better care of your possessions” with Vi getting kidnapped by someone from the undercity who has it out for Caitlyn.
Title: The Hound that Howls the Heaviest
Ship: Caitlyn x Vi
Wordcount: 7982
Summary: Singed is interested in pushing the limits of his research. Who better to test his theories on than Vander's only surviving prodigy?
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, blood, experiments, cutting (sort of, in a medical sense), cages, medical procedures, vomit, restraints, chemicals, drug-use (Shimmer), kidnapping, gun violence, only hurt, literally no comfort, death threats, horrible grammar we know I don't beta read folks.
[A/n: Hey, let's not forget for a second that I write horror. I am a published horror author, that's my niche. So are werewolves. This is not a light story. It's not light subject matter. Please abide by the warnings, respect your triggers! Respect that I put them above, this is a rough one. I don't shy away from things in this!]
anyway... went overboard... will continue to do so...
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She often woke in places she did not recognize. It was a startling feeling, at first, to pull herself from the dregs of sleep and not immediately recall her surroundings. Her muscles were stiff, whatever the age and she’d always chew a whole through her tongue or her lip or the edge of her cheek until a metallic taste would fill her mouth.
Vander was not ready to house them permanently. No one is quite ready for war, and while he had the ratty couches that smelled of alcohol and smoke, he did not have anything resembling an actual bed. Powder had cried herself to sleep on one side of the sofa and no matter how hard Vi tried she just couldn’t will herself to bed.
Until he lugged the bunk beds he found in a junkyard not too far from the Last Drop, Vi found herself pulling a ratty blanket from a basket by the door and curling up in the corner. It was secluded, the floor was just hard enough to provide comfort. It was enough.
Vander coaxed her into the bottom bunk eventually, even laid with her with his hulking form. Not close enough to touch her. But he was there and that brought comfort. She’d wake up and know where she was by the scent of him. Alcohol and motor oil.
As she got older, sleep still evaded her. Claggor would tinker at the small table in the corner, just by the light attached to his spectacles. He’d pinch a screwdriver between his fingers and explain what he was doing in his soft voice until Vi would drift off and struggle to find her bearings, if only for a moment, before she’d tug at the blanket draped around her shoulders with a content sigh and work the stiffness from her muscles.
And then there was Caitlyn Kiramman.
Panic had rippled through Vi the first time she’d awoken within the estate, as if her very soul knew that she didn’t belong there. It was the posh scent of it all. The florals were too fresh and too artificial all at once. But the heat of Caitlyn’s vanilla shampoo had smoothed it out.
The sheets underneath her were a soft pea green and a blush canopy hung above her head, but she traded it all in favor for the rolling blue of Caitlyn’s stare. She could drown in it, the saltwater of it all.
When Vi became a permanent fixture in the manor, the lithe arm around her waist grounded her with incredible tactility. Caitlyn’s legs slotted with hers and her nose would tickle the back of her neck with soft breaths. It was the most recognizable of the unrecognizable. It was home.
Vi’s inhale was not met with warmth. Her ribs ached terribly and the metal on her tongue was dry and heavy. She’d been knocked off her feet more than once, had never learned to block with something other than her face. The taste was always the same and the ache never wavered.
She had broken the habit, however, and couldn’t get a grasp on the whisps of thoughts that tried to push through the headache that pounded that her temples. There were stars in her eyes, ones that she blinked away in favor for a rusted ceiling seeping with something that could never fester in Piltover.
The room was cold, solidifying in her lungs like ice. The realization of exactly where she was settling deep in her stomach. Zaun. While that wasn’t horrifying in and of itself, that was another brand of home, there was something more.
Vi was in a cage. A cell. A prison. There were many names for it, but she was trapped behind bars all the same. Whatever protests her body thought of making were quickly admonished by the quick and frantic movements spurred on by adrenaline and anxiety. She flipped from her back onto her stomach in a frantic movement, tasting dirt and blood and her own fear. Everything was damp and musty.
“No, no, no, no” Her throat constricted around the words, nails digging into the packed dirt. Bile threatened to spill past her lips, but she swallowed it down. She pushed herself into a sitting position, scooting to the bars and wrapping cracked fingers around the metal, the cold jolting against her palms.
The surroundings smelled feral, a mix of sweet hay and sour urine. There was an inky darkness that surrounded her, but Vi could vaguely make out the shapes of various cells and iron cages. Past her own breathing, she could pick up on growled panting.
A cage, then. She was sure of it, reduced to nothing but an animal that had been hit hard enough in the head to forget how she’d got here in the first place. Her memory was hazy, but when her fingers brushed down against her cheek, she pulled away with a sticky liquid against them, too hot to be her own spit.
The sound of metal against metal aggravated her pre-existing headache. Vi dug her heels into the dirt of the floor and made herself as small as she could. It left a bad taste in her mouth, metaphorical, of course. Nothing rivaled that of her own blood. How could she be reduced to nothing but a number sewn on a soiled jump suit once more?
She wore her gym clothes. The Kiramman crest was embroidered into the tag and the fabric wicked her sweat, though it was cold enough in here to tamp that down. Vi pulled her knees to her chest and pushed her cheek into them, clenching her eyes shut. Her breaths grew faster, sawing in and out of her chest like hot wildfire.
It took everything to swallow the sticky whimper in her throat that coincided with the bootsteps that trailed closer to her. They were heavy-footed, unlike Caitlyn’s, but they held the same authority. Trailed water and stepped unabashedly through whatever puddled on the grimy floor. Vi heard the bones of the stranger groan with the effort of squatting down to the enclosures level.
“Vander’s prodigy,” the words were spoken with wonder, grating against her ears like sandpaper. She curled further into herself. “You slay something I worked so diligently on, yet you cower like nothing more than a pup.”
She whipped her head up at this, something that created a dizzying pain that shot from the wound the side of her head down her neck and into the base of her spine. She was much too cramped and much too injured to move that quickly. A snarl pulled at the corner of her lip and a growl lodged in her throat.
What gave him the right to speak of Vander? The name had been buried deep within her for the past two years. The beast. The legend. But most importantly- her father. In the end, that was what he was. Not the man who had protected Zuan with his bare hands and the meat of his shoulders, but the kindness in his eyes.
The one who had shouldered the metal of the bunkbeds from a junkyard and gave her a sloppy smile when he saw her curled up in the corner of his basement. She had nested in nothing more than the blankets from his couch, but he had given them up so willingly. She missed the spiced smell of him.
Vander could crush the man that hovered by the mouth of the cage like a bug. He was spry and dressed in cloth that was much too big for him. His skin had been burned away from acid, eaten by a chemical that must have come from underground. Vi was captivated by the neon green of his eye, the smattering of darkened skin around it. His teeth were yellowed and pointed as if he stripped hot meals from the bones of something that still lived and breathed and fought.
He tilted his head, studying her. “How I’ve waited to have a crack at you, Violet.” His fingers were steady, brushing against the bars of the cage. “The resilience in your family is unmatched. Remarkable, really. I quite disappointed when you decided to go topside.”
She tilted her head, heart beating violently in her chest. She’d heard rumors of a deranged scientist that roamed the lanes. One that worked for Silco, and then for Ambessa, but she shoved the maker of monsters to the back of her mind in favor for the horrors that stood directly in front of her.
Powder- Jinx- had survived the bridge attack with a spark in her eyes. Shimmer pulsing through her veins and the color of pink taking over the kindness in her stare. She was entirely gone. Frothing at the mouth with the taste of power until it was too late, until that humanity won over whatever drug was pumped so fully into her. It had taken years to get a bit of her to shine through.
Vander- Warwick- was changed on a deeper level. The green of something more. A toxic culmination of research that Vi couldn’t imagine. She’d seen Vander in there, behind the fur and the claws and the teeth and the rumble in his massive chest. He had been stitched together but he was buried so deep inside the chemicals.
It was him. It was all him. The festering color of the mans eye matched the bubbling liquid in the chambers that were fused to Vanders spine. The weapon that he had become was manufactured by one man.
Vi felt the rush of rage start at the top of her head and move through her body in a wave. She pushed from the back of the cage and sprung forward, pressing herself against the iron bars. Her fingers grazed fabric, but the man was quicker.
He laughed manically, throwing himself opposite her, tongue moving over razor teeth “You’re smarter than people give you credit for, Vi. Angrier too. That’s good. We can use that.”
“People will look for me.” Her fingers wrapped around the bars, chest heaving in short snarls. “You wasted precious time will your bullshit villain monologue.”
Vi hated the way he grinned at her. His teeth were sharp enough to cut into his soft gums. They seemed to always shine a copper orange that he was eager to lap away at. He knew more than she did and it scared her, made her want to cower and retch. She ached terribly for the warmth of her bed at home. For Caitlyn.
She didn’t know how much time passed, but she should have been home by now, she was sure. Caitlyn must be worried. Her wife often became wrapped up in the case files that littered her desk, so it was up to Vi to wrap her cool hands around her lean frame and offer a steaming cup of mint tea as a peace flag.
Caitlyn had come to expect it, and Vi knew deep within her stomach that it was well past that hour. Her eyes must be blurry with exhaustion and the fire was dying upon the logs. Caitlyn would not know when to stop. How could she? It was a thought that nagged listlessly at her. The tea would grow cold and so would the hearth and so would their bed.
“Perhaps, but I had years with your father. Day upon day to pull him apart and put him back together. It was fascinating. I learned the in’s and outs of the human body, and the inhuman alike in the name of science.” He shrugged, much to lazily for her liking. “I don’t need years with you, young Violet. I don’t need days. I don’t even need hours. I’ve perfected my craft.”
He moved close in a swift movement. Vi refused to falter, she could smell the antiseptic on his skin, her nose crinkling in disgust. Her stomach rolled. He looked worse up close, scraggly bits of hair poking from his liver-spotted scalp.
His jaw popped when he spoke, tongue dry as it slipped across tinted teeth “I pray you are strong enough to survive it.”
The sunlight had a way of becoming oppressive when it morphed into a timer. Caitlyn’s desk faced away from the horizon. She often judged how long she’d been immersed in her work by the mix of colors that splayed across the papers in front of her. Right now it was a crimson red, something muted by the smog of airships and hazy clouds.
Vi should have been here by now. Her spiced scent pooling deep in Caitlyn’s stomach, settling her nerves and cooling whatever tension lingered in her shoulders. Vi’s calloused thumbs smoothed over the exposed skin that Caitlyn’s uniform shirt did not cover, her jacket long disposed of.
Caitlyn let out a small breath of frustration. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room let chimed deeply, shaking the wooden floor under her feet. The crimson had shifted to a black that made her flick on an oil lamp, filling the room with a heady scent. Vi was really late now.
It was unlike her. So much so that Caitlyn began to fidget freely with her fountain pen. Soon it was between her teeth and the sweet taste of ink was splattered across her tongue. Caitlyn made a habit of working late on nights like this just to get a perfect cup of tea delivered to her.
Of course, Caitlyn could make her own. She could bring herself to stop working too. Sometimes she got too involved in the words within the manila folders that were scattered across her tabletop. But, more often than not she could tear herself away.
She enjoyed the quiet afternoons right before her stomach would protest in hunger, the small of her back pressed against the edge of the back. Vi would kiss along the edge of her neck and Caitlyn would drape allow the shorter woman to convince her to abandon her work in any way she could.
Vi was meant to be in Zaun today. That much, she knew. Like clockwork, she would make her way down to a workshop that Ekko had reserved for her amongst the firelights. Vi enjoyed her time to tinker and think and contribute to the preservation of life in Zaun. The restoration from the damage that Caitlyn herself had caused.
Worry ate at Caitlyn’s stomach lining like the built-in prejudice that had been sewn into the frontal lobe of her brain. She hadn’t meant it, of course. Had admonished it diligently. She trusted Vi and she trusted Zaun. What she didn’t trust was the rightful hatred that culminated from Caitlyn’s actions all those years ago.
Many people in the undercity wanted to see Caitlyn in a casket. Would celebrate the day that she was below dirt. They despised her for the gas that she had unleashed upon the city, and in turn, carried a deep disdain for Vi as well.
Her wife could take care of herself. Caitlyn knew this deep in her bones. But the feeling was outweighed by something more. Something that drove her to pull a coat over her shoulders and store a weapon against her breast. Nothing that was Piltover issued- no, this was from her own private collection.
“Miss Caitlyn,” Flora, a member of their house staff stood nervously by the lit hearth in the sitting room. She fidgeted with her hands as if she were moments from calling Tobias. By all means, she had every right to. She recognized the look in her employers eyes as she spun the golden chamber of the pistol. “Is everything alright?”
“I suspect not. Please don’t wait up for us.”
“Would you like me to alert the proper authorities?”
Caitlyn paused, her eyes contemplative, reflecting the orange of the fire. “No, Flora. That’s quite alright.” She holstered her weapon, gave the trembling girl a tender look. She was young, uncertain of what she was to do. “You can turn in for the night. Get yourself something to eat. If I’m not back by morning, place a call to my father.”
“Shall I lock the door behind you?”
“Please.”
Flora’s shoulder trembled under Caitlyn’s touch, a light squeeze that was meant to be a reassurance but did not do much. The Sheriff’s mind was set, her spine rim-rod and her steps assured. She kept her hood down until she could cross over into Zaun, only pulling it up when necessary to prevent scathing looks, a sour need to retch at the scathing hatred sent her way.
The verbal abuse, the spitting, the posters that were plastered in the alleyways with her likeness to the devil was something she had been conditioned to. All of it she could handle with Vi by her side. But she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous right now.
It was difficult, nearly impossible, to trace the fissures of her memory to track down Ekko’s hideout. The firelights. She’d seen it once and was never invited back again. Sometimes she dreamed about the tree that had grown in the mirth of the vents despite the lack of sunlight, the lack of warmth. A symbol for Zaunites that she had nearly snuffed out with her own grief.
She understood the muzzle of the gun that was pressed between her eyebrows. The metal was cold and startling, her heartbeat quick in her ears. A Chirean with startling yellow eyes and a snarl that ripped through the tunnel she had braved was ready to put a slug through her head.
Caitlyn held up her hands, clenched her eyes shut, fought off memories of Maddie and her cowardice of firing from behind. “Please, please. I need to speak to Ekko. It’s about Violet.”
“I’m sure he’d rather see you splattered against the wall then back here.” The man’s voice was a gravely mix of disdain and poison. “You’ve got balls, Kiramman. You’re either the stupidest Piltie brat I’ve ever seen or the most lovesick.”
“I think she’s in trouble. Know she is.”
The tip of the rifle is lowered from her skull to her sternum. Not reassuring, but something. He uses it to direct her, a click of metal as he marches her through the tunnel and back into a world that she thought she’d never see again: a stretching oak tree that stretched beyond all belief.
So calm and serene that no one turned to notice them. There was no need to worry for a breach of safety. The Chirean poked her spine, and she stumbled, didn’t dare reach for her gold-plated pistol, didn’t’ itch for it. This was a privilege. This was mercy.
“What the hell is this?”
Ekko’s voice, however, did call attention to them. The juvenile comfort of the surroundings, the children playing and the laughter and the warmth was stifled for a moment at the booming sound of his discontent.
As he often did, he materialized from above. A platform or a branch, or maybe even a hoverboard. Caitlyn wasn’t sure. She had been shoved forward as if she were a prisoner. She supposed she was. It was a terse scramble of dust from Ekko’s landing and her own struggle for balance.
“Scar?” Ekko seemed to press the man behind him with an outstretched hand, raised eyebrows and a scoff that was incredulous enough to lower the rifle from the uncomfortable spot in Caitlyn’s back.
“Don’t know, says that Vi is in trouble.”
“She’s not home” Caitlyn rushed “It’s not like her.”
“That’s all you’ve got? She’s not home?”
Ekko didn’t come to the wedding. Vi had invited him but they knew that it would cause political uproar if he’d shown. He was the only family that she had left, the only person who hadn’t been burned or fallen or torn apart from the center. He’d wished them well and even shook Caitlyn’s hand but that didn’t’ mean he liked her.
“Yes, that’s all I’ve got. But you know her. Just… let me check her workshop. I know something is wrong.” Her voice broke. He looked wary. This was his space, so she softened and tried again. “You check. I traveled her usual route and saw nothing, no signs of a struggle. It’s as if she just vanished.”
He scrunched up his nose in discontent, blowing out a puff of air as a sign of dominance. No one, certainly not someone from the topside, was going to tell him what to do. She was going to have to beg for it. Caitlyn swallowed thickly.
“Please, Ekko. She’s all I have.”
That seemed to do the trick. Enough that the small lift of a chin dismissed Scar to search the aforementioned workshop. Ekko’s gaze never left Caitlyn’s. She burned under it. Wished that it was anywhere else. She never figured herself for a coward but would bow to the boy wonder in front of her now.
It didn’t take long for Scar to return. Not empty handed. Something that filled Caitlyn’s throat with her own heartbeat. She didn’t’ care where her lanky limbs ended up in that moment. She reached for the parchment with such fervor that Ekko hadn’t a chance.
A torn note that was burned on the edges and sopping in places it shouldn’t. Scar looked ill and Ekko had lost his terseness. The chicken scratch was that of a brilliant mind. Caitlyn could read it well, growing up in a home with her father. His hands could not keep up with his thoughts, much too excited and manic.
Mrs. Kiramman,
You and I once shared a conversation about the motivations of the human mind. I quite enjoyed your perspectives, though, you really should take better care of your possessions. Fortunately, I have just the solution for your carelessness. You know where to locate me.
Best,
Singed
Best? She certainly didn’t feel like this was the best of anything. Her fingers tightened around the parchment and her stomach contents spilled onto Ekko’s boots. He grunted and stepped back, but didn’t protest. He even rubbed an overly warm hand against her back in a disjointed form of comfort.
Caitlyn feared that she was already too late. Knew deep down in her soul that she had wasted precious time spilling her bile and wishing she had a toothbrush. She was trembling, shaking. This was worse than death, she knew. This was madness.
When Vi awoke a second time, there was no confusion as to where she was. She expected some type of lag, some stutter of the machine that was her brain. A misfire of a syntax or a fight reaction from her trauma that allowed her a moment of peace. None of this happened. There wasn’t a cushion from the fear nor the pain.
She was too strong, even now, for leather. Singed new that. He’d used metal to keep her bound to the very same table that held her father before her and Powder before that. Because that’s all they were until he got his hands on them. Vi thrashed all the same.
The metal was much too cold and unlike anything she had ever come to on. It burned unpleasantly against the skin of her arms. The light that hung above her swung back and forth with a methodic screech. She wondered what exactly they were close to that made the building shake like that, tilt on its axis.
Singed was somewhere indiscernible. “I’ve had other subjects, of course. Other Zaunites that would take coin just for a bit of shimmer. But there’s something about Vander’s offspring that is just so delicious.”
Vi thrashed harder. She swore the metal was giving. It wasn’t. Deep down she knew that. It didn’t matter how strong she was. Her head was still pounding like a bass drum, and she could scream herself hoarse, but the only other creatures down here were pacing the cages down here in search of a psychedelic release or a more permanent one.
“I believe it’s the way he raised you both. I know you’re not biologically his, but I wholeheartedly believe in nature versus nurture. There are some interesting studies on the concept. I’m a father myself. Did you know that?”
Her breathing grew heavier. Singed approached the table and spit started to push through her gritted teeth. He was gloved up a mask over his face. He held his spindly hands out as if they were sterilized. The man tilted his head to the side with a flicker of near pity in his eyes.
“I feel sorry for her,” Vi swallowed the spit that collected in her throat. “You’re a monster.”
He made a small noise in the back of his throat. “I understand this must be painful. I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, Violet. Hurling insults will get us nowhere.”
With practiced ease he grasped a syringe of familiar orchid liquid, bubbling in Vi’s peripheral for just a moment before the needle breeched her tense skin. She grunted at the prick of pain. Relaxed instantly as the shimmer entered her bloodstream, slumped within her bindings.
“That’s better, isn’t it? Much more agreeable.” He must have smiled under his mask, pushing sweaty hair from her forehead. He discarded the syringe with a careless clang “Let’s begin, then. I’m excited to show you my innovations.”
Vi’s breathing had slowed immensely. There was a sluggish warmth that settled over her. She was terrified. A blanket of ice water felt like it was being pulled from her feet to her collarbone. Caitlyn had her try meditation once. An out of body experience that still allowed her to feel the movement in her extremities but just barely. She had hated it but enjoyed the dull recording of the sound of rain.
The world pulsed around her now. Singed’s fingers were cold and sterile, his nails much too pointed as he traced them up her forearm. “Now, Violet. I’m not as much of a monster as you think I am. I do this simply for improvement.”
“Improvement?” She parroted in a smokey whisper, the word not sounding her own.
“Precisely.” He was cutting her. Violet watched as a blade was cutting into her skin. She felt it, the dull burn into the flesh of her arm. There was blood. Good gods there was so much blood, and the tendons were exposed as easily as any beast. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Orianna. That’s my daughter’s name; she has a terminal illness.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
His eyes flashed to hers for a moment and she met them with genuine pity. Though her sluggish thoughts admonished her with anger just a click later. She was sorry? The bastard is cutting you open like a science fair project, shut the fuck up and struggle. She did the first one, afraid that if she moved too much the scalpel would damage something too important to salvage.
Vi decided she couldn’t watch. Her blood had taken on a darker appearance as the outer layers of skin were peeled back and her inner workings were exposed. She could see bones, tendon and veins that were meant to be inside. They were outside now like pumpkin guts, laid upon wax paper. Was he going to put them back in? The squelching sounds that accompanied his efforts made her doubt his efforts.
“Yes, well. My endeavors with your father have allowed me to keep her alive. Happy, even. But they are bulky. A prototype of sorts. You saw him? While marvelous those chambers on his back hardly make for a sustainable life.”
Nothing this man had done was sustainable. He’d taken the man who had raised Vi from nothing, from ashes on the bridge and fire in her heart to the strong and capable woman she was today. The one who felt the blade chipping away at her bone and sat patiently with gritted teeth.
He set the scalpel down and she breathed sharply from her nose.
“I’ve developed something more effective” his voice was tinged with excitement, hands searching his nearby tray for something Violet couldn’t’ stand to see. Though, when it switched on, she knew what it was. A dull hum, the sound of a saw. She tensed. The warmth of her own blood spilling over her trembling hand. “Now, Violet, you were doing so well. Untense, dear.”
Dully, she did as she was told. Unclenching her fist, reveling in the instant ease of pain but unable to stifle the scream that tore through her the moment the blade made contact with bone. Sweat dripped from every inch of her.
In and out of consciousness, she knew. Her vision pulsed at the edges, head lulling from one side to the next, soft objections spilling from her mouth. Singed continued to work with the methodology of a scientist.
He shut off the saw, though fought to be heard over Vi’s cries. “It might be difficult at first. But, Vander became one with the beast in the end. I think he struggled more with the idea of his appearance than what we succeeded together. That won’t be an obstacle for you, Violet.”
“Just fucking stop,” she gritted out.
“We’re almost through, you’re doing quite well.” He patted her shoulder as if to distract her from the sudden shock of cold pressure on the ravaged part of her forearm. A hotbed of thrumming pain. She screamed again, pulling listlessly at her binds in a bout of pain more than a method of escape. “This device is just like the chambers on Vander. Modified, but just as powerful. Filled with Apex and fortified wolf DNA.”
Her brain had to process this right? He was saying something in science. Something that was important amongst the bullshit spouting past pointed piranha teeth. It was the explanation as to why Vander was in the form he was when he’d fallen to his death. The beast that was no longer her father. The fur covered thing that had very little humanity in his form.
“Wol-“She stuttered into a cough, shaking her head, turning it to the side. Two large drops of sweat fell from the tip of her nose and soaked into her tank top. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Keep up, Violet. You’re a smart girl, despite blocking with your face. I must make sure my invention works before Orianna gets a taste. I haven’t gone through all of this research just to let my eagerness ruin it all.”
An audible pop and a release of smoke and the most intense ache that Vi had ever felt had an agonizing scream ripping through her throat. She gets flashes of the day she lost Jinx. The day she lost Vander. The ruins of the Hexgates. She hadn’t howled with this much haste since that day. This much woe.
“That’s it!” He laughed, almost victoriously “That’s what a hound sounds like. I knew you had it in you.”
She let her body slump in exhaustion. Her suffering was dull but still enveloping her in her cruel grasp. He’d stopped picking at her. Had removed his gloves with an audible snap that made her tense for a quick moment.
“I know parents always say they don’t have favorites, but I reckon that’s a lie. After years with your father, it was clear that you were his. He would talk to me. I think it made days like this easier on him.” Singed flicked on the sink, started to scrub furiously at the blood on his hands.
Vi’s head lulled to the side. She looked at his skinny figure, blinking the blur from her eyes, warm tears of pain, anger and anguish from her stare. Dried spit and blood cornered her mouth. She hated how she preened for her reward. Was this reward? A story of her father. Solace.
“He loved Jinx, of course. Would speak about her like any father would. But, when he mentioned you… There was such adoration in his eyes.” He turned around, running a soiled cloth over his hands and rested the small of his back against the edge of the steel sink. “You were his oldest. His strongest. He called for you in moments of pain, like you’d soothe him.”
Vi pulled in sour air. Her eyes found the mutilation of her arm and her chest seized. A gold plated cuff at her wrist, bolstered up to her elbow. Vials of toxic green shimmer filtering through the space where her bone and tissue used to be. No sign of organs or blood, or veins. She flexed her finger, tested their movement and was meant with a sharp and stinging pain. He’d kept her mostly intact.
She’d be impressed if she wasn’t horrified with the disfigurement. Part machine and part human. She hadn’t used her gauntlets in years. The one she still had left was collecting dust in the attic of the mansion. Jayce was not there to make a new one and Violet was not interested in reliving the memories of the damage she’d caused.
She couldn’t wear them now, of course. He’d taken the entire lower half of her arm. Modified it as if she could exchange it for a new one if she so pleased. Vi had the urge to tear at the vials of green as they bubbled and shifted and filtered her blood. Four that toxic glowing color while two sifted crimson.
“I sprung for the gold. You are a Kiramman, after all. Those tubes there are a refined version of my earlier design. Instead of all those bulky chambers everything that you need is right there. The chemicals that alter your DNA filter through the tubing and work their way through your bloodstream naturally. No need for modification, or adjustments unless you deliberately rip it out.”
He furrowed his brows at her, pulling the mask off with a smirk. “Which I know you’d never do. Considering that would mean certain death and you’ve carved out quite the life for yourself topside. A lot of people who love and care for you. Ones that I’m sure are close to sniffing you out.”
Caitlyn knew exactly where the lab was. She had kept tabs on it for a number of years, had felt foolish for not doing something about it sooner. He was harmless. She had convinced herself he was harmless because like many things that were not, he was quiet. There were bigger, louder things to deal with and she was at the center of it.
Singed’s daughter was alive, and that’s what he had wanted all this time. That’s what he had assured her, at least. But it was human nature to want more. It had consumed her along with the anger that was so easy to fall into.
“Can you handle this guy?” Ekko had asked, worry etched into his face. It was nearly impossible to hold him back. To assure him that, yes, she could fight away one deranged scientist that was calling to her with a wolf whistle. No need to start a civil war within Zaun itself.
He’d insisted, still, that she take Scar.
The objection rested on the tip of her tongue. But the man did tower over her, hulking and warm. She would be daft if she were to refuse the offered help. His right ear, torn from some form of battle, twitched with indignance. He wore a frown that resembled Vi’s, making her heart twinge.
Ekko had wished her a clipped goodbye and a nod before the two of them left the firelight base, Caitlyn pulling her hood back over her head and following with her chin tucked to her chest. She had directed Scar, stayed in his shadow as she was told. Followed instructions despite not having a rifle at her back.
After they’d pushed their way through the markets and the heavier parts of town, Scar released a deep sigh, pulling at the piercing in his ear with nervousness. “What would this guy want with Vi? She punch the wrong punk or something?”
Caitlyn let out a watery chuckle at this. They weren’t as young as they used to be. Vi had mostly curbed that habit but would get excitable if she had one or two drinks under her belt. She knew how to hold her own. Certainly, Singed wouldn’t have gotten his hands on her without some type of advantage, an unfairness that had taken her wife down to her knees.
“His daughter,” Caitlyn watched as Scar looked down at her, nose twitching and eyes narrowing. They were green in this light, emeralds of curiosity. “She’s sick, from my understanding. And he’s… a brilliant man. But he resorts to horrible methods. Tortuous ones.”
Caitlyn swallowed back the lump in her throat. She was crying, knew she was by the salt dripping down her face. Scar had produced a handkerchief. It was soft and warm and smelled of soap from residing in his pocket. His touch dwarfed hers as he handed it to her.
“I have a daughter too. Just a itty bitty thing, only barely opened her eyes but she’s my world. I’d like to think I’d understand that kind of desperation.” He scoffed, shaking his head “Still wouldn’t kidnap anyone over it. Life takes its course. It’s shitty most times, terrible hands dealt to good people. People who don’t deserve it. But you work with what you’re given, can’t manufacture something new.”
The sheriff nodded, sufficiently silenced. She was clenching the softened handkerchief like a lifeline, finding comfort in the feral smile the Scar offered. Picturing the hulking man hugging a small child with large ears to his chest thawed the icy feeling in her chest.
“Thank you, Scar” She sullenly offered the cloth back to him, frowning at the mix of mascara and snot that had soaked through the once white fabric.
He patted her gently on the shoulder “That’s okay, you can keep it.”
They were getting close now: past the lanes and the ruins of a steel plant that reeked of fire and grease. Caitlyn reached for her pistol. It fit cozily into her hand, the Sheriff took a solid lead on Scar and he did nothing to protest despite his size. A woman scorned, he knew, was not one to cross.
Caitlyn recognized a dilapidated water tower with graffiti spraypainted across its studded side. Underneath years of neglect, she was sure a crass monkey in vibrant teals and pinks rotted. She did not give herself much time to ponder it, thought instead about the massive hole blown into the side of it, the way it was tilted on its axis.
A storm cellar rested in the center of the four metal posts. It was unstable to climb the metal that would lead to a vast view of Zaun. She would be able to see the station in Piltover from up there, perhaps even their home, or the stars if she could squint through the smog. But they were meant to head down.
“Don’t go in firing. I fear I’m just meant to retrieve her.” Caitlyn whispered, her shoulders tense, dark stare burning into the plywood doors below her booted feet. “He won’t kill her. He’s not the type.”
The statement hung heavier than anything that could be tied with a noose. Caitlyn hated the silence, so she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the door and pulled it open in a fluid motion. She swallowed a heaping of clinic air so thick she coughed it out in the same breath.
The descent was not a steep one, but the tunnel was damp and cold, kept like an ice box. Lights lined the underpass and grew in intensity as they passed. She could hear the electricity react to them, the sludge on the walls almost pulsing with their presence. Scar folded into himself, ducking his head to keep from touching anything.
“I don’t like this,” He whispered “Feels like we’re being watched”
Caitlyn swallowed hard “We are”
“Beautiful.”
She held up a hand, pushing her palm towards the damp floor when she approached an opening at the end of the hallway. The only option at the end of their frigid journey, lit in an ominous blue. Her hackles were raised, her heart thundering in her chest. A trap, she knew. Their only option.
Most reservations left Caitlyn when she took the final step to the threshold of the room. She was hit with the tinny scent of blood first. A lot of it. It was nearly outweighed by the antiseptic, the clinical state of it all. This certainly was nothing like the Piltover Memorial Clinic that her father ran.
No, this was barbaric. This was something out of her worst nightmares. A square concrete room that housed a metal table that Violet, her Violet, was strapped to. There was more blood than person. So much blood. Puddled around her arm and soaked into her clothing and clotted on the floor under a cart of instruments that were meant for nothing but torture.
Singed was sitting on a stool in the corner, his mouth open, lifting noodles to his lips. He was eating? In a room of this state? Not only that be had actually ordered takeout to his house of horrors as if it were a regular afternoon.
Caitlyn had dropped her shoulders, the tip of the pistol aimed listlessly at the ground. In shock, in absolute horror. She couldn’t get an abject look at her wife. Didn’t know if she could without blacking out. The fear was pulpy and was that chicken pad-tai?
“What the fuck?” Caitlyn let the words tumble out.
“Don’t be shy on my account. Come in. I’m afraid I didn’t order enough for an extra guest.” He eyed Scar nervously, intimidated by his sheer size, the horrified look on his face. Caitlyn made no move to enter the chamber. Once she did, she wouldn’t’ be able to control herself. “Oh, don’t be shy now Caitlyn.”
“What have you done?”
“You know very well what I’ve done and why I’ve done it. You’re a detective. The best in Runeterra, I figure.”
Caitlyn despised the lilt in his voice. The cockiness of him. She had worked very hard to regulate her anger with a therapist topside for the past three years. A kind woman by the name of Sezani. She had soft orange eyes that mirrored that of the sunset and waited patiently for Caitlyn to explain why she had rage in the first place: For Jinx, for the social systems that had forced the girl to commit such atrocities in the first place.
They’d worked on techniques to control her anger. She saw no use for them now. Not as she marched across the wet floor and wrapped her hand around his throat. She let the Commander take over. The one who had released the gas through the streets of Zaun, caused all of that pain.
Singed’s fork clattered into the sink, the muzzle was in his mouth, between his sharp teeth and scratching against the roof of his mouth with enough force to draw blood in an instant. Noodles spilled across the floor. Enough food to feed the rats.
“You have the look of a doomed man.” Caitlyn pushed the gun further into his mouth, relished in the way he gagged around it. “I hope you enjoyed your last meal.”
He tried to speak, couldn’t around the metal of the gun. Caitlyn lifted a brow, pulled back just slightly. “What was that?”
“Kill me and she’ll die too.” It was a man pleading for his life now. “I’m the only one who knows the science keeping her alive. If something goes wrong, that’s it for her. It’s a prototype. An experiment. I’m a genius, but even I make mistakes sometimes.”
Caitlyn tightened her grip on his throat, restricting his air. Her stare glanced back at Vi. Her wife. The only person she has in this world. Her stomach clenched horribly. She looked so small. The wound on her arm, the source of all the blood was something she couldn’t stare at long.
But her chest moved up and down in the slightest breaths and her eyes were clenched shut, twisted in pain. She was alive, and right now that had to be enough. Scar had crossed the room, worked gently at the restraints. So careful and so disgusted all at once. His complexion pale and fingers trembling.
Caitlyn withdraws her weapon entirely, using the spit-slicked muzzle to lift Singed’s flushed gaze to her own. “You’re right. Death would be a kindness. I want you to suffer. To know that you were never enough to save her.”
“What-“
The Sheriff didn’t let him finish. In a calculated motion she slammed the butt of the gun into his temple with enough force to render him unconscious, splitting the skin in a flash of red. It didn’t’ take much. He was frail. Old. Little strength compared to the woman that stood in front of him.
She had cracked a rib with her hold, had let him crumple to the floor and bruise whatever came with the fall itself. Her weapon was holstered in practice and came to her like breathing. Oh, how she wished to kill him. How she would allow Violet the honor if she so wished.
Caitlyn was not daft. Brilliant minds kept records of brilliant plans. It was a bridge to cross later, when Singed was in a cell and her wife was not in this state. In a horrible, horrible state that Caitlyn bore witness to now. It was the second time today that she vomited. Nothing but white viscus bile.
Scar had made quick work of the bindings. By brute strength or having found a key, Caitlyn was not sure. But he’d released her right arm. The left he had been more careful with. The rest were broken from impatience alone. Violet remained slumped and dazed.
“I’ll fetch a medic.” He stumbled over his words “I’ll… fuck.”
Caitlyn was sobbing openly now. Vi was so cold, colder than death itself. There was dirt under Caitlyn’s nails, something she would never allow to happen and something that was silly to notice as she ran her fingers over the tattoo under Vi’s eye. Over the dried blood on her chest and the saturated clothing.
“Darling… my darling” Caitlyn pressed her forehead against Vi’s “what have they done to you, my sweet girl.”
The sheriff pulled back only slightly, one hand still cupping her wife’s cheek. She knew every inch of the woman’s body. Every scar and every expanse of skin. She dared herself to look. To gaze upon the damage that had supposedly been done in the name of science.
Her fingers touched the metal. Ice cold, so foreign compared to the warmth that she had known for what felt like a lifetime. Skin that she traced on lace mornings, ran her touch along and kissed across in moments of passion. Blood caged it in, hot and freshly damaged.
“He spent extra on the gold.”
Caitlyn startled, moved her hand away from the device. She wouldn’t have thought the voice was real if she hadn’t felt the shift in Vi’s jaw under her touch. But it was. So soft it was nearly impossible to hear. But a gray, bloodshot eye was propped open at her. It flashed green, if not for a second.
“I am a Kiramman, after all.” Vi placed her opposite hand over the one holding her cheek tenderly, nails rimmed in blood, shaking something fierce. “if you’ll still have me, of course.”
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