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navybrat817 · 2 months ago

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Sweet as a Berry

Pairing: Farmer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: You go to the local market to buy berries and meet the man of your dreams.

Word Count: Over 3.5k

Warnings: Fluff, meet-cute, flirting, tension, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Welcome to my Bountiful Harvest AU ( or Farmer Fall as discussed with @thezombieprostitute and @witchywithwhiskey ) and our intro to farmer!Bucky. Thanks to @yenzys-lucky-charm and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me babble about this man. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Your weekly trip to the farmers market was one you looked forward to. A place for merchants to come together to offer an abundance of products, there was always something to browse or discover. Today you only had one thing on your list: berries for your pies. Frozen fruit did the job, but you preferred to bake your pies with fresh fruit. Buying from the market was also a way to support local farmers. Maybe one day you'd even bag a handsome farmer for yourself. It was a silly fantasy, of course, but your mind liked to wander some days.

Not that there was anything wrong with city men, but they couldn't compare to a man working on a farm. There was just something about a guy who knew how to work with nature and provide, wasn't intimidated by hard work or afraid to get his hands dirty, and had a strong body and character due to his work ethic. You liked to think you’d make a good wife and take care of him the way he’d take care of you. You also liked to imagine a handsome man walking inside after a long day and stripping down and wanting dessert before a hearty meal. And by dessert, you meant you.

For now, you were only a farmer’s wife in your dreams and journal.

The gravel crunched under your tires as you turned down the road, the market coming into focus. You made good time and managed to snag a decent parking space. A little bit of walking wouldn’t hurt. Plus the day was nice enough that you wore one of your sundresses, the soft breeze pleasant against your skin once you got out of your car.

Lively chatter greeted you as you got closer to the stalls and booths and expertly weaved your way through the bustling crowd. The various produce and flowers created a kaleidoscope of colors, brightened more by the brilliant rays coming from the sun. The earthy fragrance that blended with the sweet and ripe aromas was one you only encountered here. There was nothing else quite like it.

Quick movement in front of you made you come to a stop, your heart jumping. Had you not been paying attention you would've collided with a little boy. “Mama, there's Dada! He’s getting honey!” He shouted as he ran past and threw his arms around a man’s legs.

“Walk, please, and watch where you're going!” His mother said after him, a both fond and exasperated look on her face as she gave you a tired smile. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“No apologies,” you smiled. He hadn't done anything wrong. “I wish I had that energy.”

“Same. I’d bottle and sell it,” she said over her shoulder.

Watching as the woman went to her son and husband, both of them looking at her like the sun rose today because of her, you felt a twinge of sadness. Your trips to the market were solo, always had been. You longed to have a partner to go with, someone to put his arm around you or hold your hand as you picked out items together. Even better if the two of you could make a family down the line.

With a wistful smile, you shook yourself from those thoughts. There was no reason to feel sorry for yourself. Just because you didn't have that in the present didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the future. You had to have faith that the right one would come along at the right time.

For now, you would find some berries and be on your way.

Walking a bit further, you spotted a booth you hadn't seen in your previous visits. The sign that read “Barnes’s Berries” complete with hand painted fruit pieces piqued your curiosity as you stopped in front of it. As the customers in front of you paid for their bundles and blocked the view of the person assisting them, you took a minute to admire the range of berries reflecting a spectrum from blues to reds. Your mouth watered from the sight. There were so many things you could do with these. Pies, jams, cakes-

A deep, husky voice asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

You made some sort of sound as you turned around, your heart pounding in your chest. The man in front of you was tall with thick thighs that deliciously filled out his jeans. The rolled up plaid shirt exposed part of his arms. The left was covered in tattoos and the ink couldn't hide the muscles or veins. If anything, it accentuated his strength. His chest and shoulders seemed to go on for miles, too. The chestnut hair that fell below his chin and stubble on his face gave the already handsome man a rugged look.

Sapphire eyes crinkled when you made eye contact and he smiled so softly that you couldn't help but smile in return. A man of his size and stature working a berry stand when he looked like he could easily chop wood or build his own home was otherworldly. He didn't just step out of your fantasy. He took your thoughts and made them better than you could've imagined.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked again a bit hesitantly when you didn’t answer his question. “If you're still looking, please, take your time.”

“You’re real, right?” You asked, your face heating up as the words left your mouth. A giggle followed because you couldn’t believe you just said that. “What I meant to say is, yeah. Just looking for now,” you added to save face, smoothing out your dress for no reason.

Amusement filled his eyes, the soft smile still tugging at his lips. “I sure hope I’m real and not just a figment of your imagination.”

You wished you could reach out and touch him to “prove” he was real, but didn’t want to weird him out. “Not a figment of my imagination,” you said, but that wasn’t totally true. You very much imagined a man like him when you were alone at night. “But I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” It wasn't like you knew every single vendor, but you would've remembered him.

He sure as hell had a face worth remembering.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced, offering you his hand. His grip was gentler than you expected, but there was no mistaking the roughness in his touch. The man worked with his hands and it showed. “This is actually my first week here.”

You said your name, proud that you remembered it with the way he was staring so intently at you. He stood a bit close, too. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne. Subtle, yet enticing. “I hope everyone has been welcoming.”

“Most have been very friendly, which has made my job easy,” he said. You could imagine with his looks and friendly demeanor despite his size that he’d have a lot of repeat customers. “A couple of my friends recently started selling here, too, so it’s good to have some familiar faces close by.”

“That’s really nice. I’m sure they're glad you're close by, too,” you smiled. You wondered who his friends were. “Did you have to travel far to get here?”

“Yeah, they’re good guys,” he smiled back, your heart racing when he ran a hand through his hair. “Not too far since my farm is only a few miles away, which also makes things easier. Makes me wonder why I didn't do this sooner.”

You nearly swooned. Your dream man was becoming dreamier by the second. “You have a farm not too far from here?”

It would’ve been easy to assume he did since he had a stand here, but not everyone who worked the market had their own land. It was also easy to assume he wasn't married since you didn't see a ring on his left hand or any sort of tan line or indentation to indicate that he removed a ring. A man like that though probably had a partner. It wasn't worth getting your hopes up.

“Yeah. I have a few acres. Beautiful place. but if I’m being honest it gets a bit lonely since it’s just me out there with no one to share it with.” He scratched the back of his neck with a small chuckle and avoided your gaze. “I don't know why I said that. That’s kind of embarrassing.”

Your stomach did a funny flip. Not just because he pretty much let it slip that he wasn't with anyone when you assumed moments ago that he was, but from the urge to comfort him taking over. You wished you could wrap him in a hug.

“Well, I don't have a farm, but I understand feeling lonely some days,” you admitted. Being vulnerable with a complete stranger wasn't how you expected your day to go, but you wanted him to know he wasn't alone in that feeling. “And it’s not embarrassing,” you assured him. If anything, it was endearing.

He slowly met your gaze. “I appreciate that.” He rubbed the back of his neck again as your heart began to race. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I find it hard to believe that someone as sweet and beautiful as you gets lonely.”

The compliment left you momentarily dazed before a shy smile graced your face. You could've said the same thing about him. Maybe the instant connection you felt wasn’t so one-sided. “Well, I do. Even coming here, I’m usually by my lonesome” you said, the words not at all bitter. Just honest. “And do you call all potential customers sweet and beautiful?”

“No, I don’t.” He continued to gaze at you before he cleared his throat. “But you said potential customer. If I made you uncomfortable…”

“You didn’t.” It was gentlemanly that he wanted to make sure that his comment didn’t put you off. “There’s a stand a little further down that I sometimes stop at, though your berries are extremely tempting.”

Bucky’s brows pinched before he snapped his fingers. “Jed, right? He’s actually not here this week. Had an accident recently. Broke his leg.”

You gasped. “Oh, my god. That’s awful.” Jed was a kind, older farmer who had been there for as long as you could remember. A hard worker who didn’t deserve any kind of pain. “I hope he heals quickly.”

Bucky nodded solemnly. “So, do I,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m no Jed, but is there anything I can do to get your business today?”

The hopeful look in his blue eyes had you smiling slightly. “Well, I-”

“Wait. Let me try to guess what you’re specifically looking for before you tell me.” He waited until you nodded. “Clearly berries, but not for anything like a fruit salad or an everyday snack,” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and you tried not to giggle when he grinned triumphantly. “Pies. You want berries to make pies. Blueberries, right? Maybe blackberries, too. And if I had to pick a third, raspberries.”

Your mouth fell open. Was he a mind reader? “Yeah, that’s exactly it. Blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. I have this triple berry pie recipe that I love and I make the crust from scratch and…” You bit your lip to keep from rambling. He didn’t need to hear all that. “Sorry. I just like to bake.”

“No apologies.” His light touch to your arm surprised you as he met your gaze. “You sound very passionate about it and I like that.”

You found yourself nodding, unable to tear your gaze away. It took everything within you to not blurt out how gorgeous he was. And on top of that, he was kind? Maybe he wasn’t real. “I am passionate about it. And not just pies. Other treats, too,” you said, nodding to the strawberries. “Those would be perfect for mini shortcakes or scones.”

He studied you with an appreciative smirk. The sundress was a good choice. “I have no doubt your treats are delicious and you are making me very hungry,” he said, your heart thudding. The smirk disappeared as quickly as it appeared when he gestured to his stand. “And I think they’ll be tastier with my berries.”

You blinked, stuck on the fact that he called your treats delicious. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he called you delicious and he hadn’t tasted anything of yours, though you’d find a way to bake something and deliver it to him personally if he asked. “You sound very confident, Bucky.”

He puffed his chest out. “I take a lot of pride in all my crops. Tell you what,” he said, stepping away from you to grab a sample cup. “Why don’t you try some and see how you like them? If they aren't the best berries you’ve ever tasted, I’ll shut my stand down and let you on your way.”

“You’ll really shut your stand down? That’s a big wager,” you smiled, his fingers touching yours as he handed the cup over. It heated you up all over again. “The look of them alone is amazing,” you said, the vibrant berries beckoning for you to have a bite.

“Taste amazing, too, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

Bucky shot you a dazzling smile as you tried the blueberry first since that was the berry you were most interested in purchasing today. You didn’t care if it was mortifying, you outright moaned at the flavor when you bit down on the small and plump piece of fruit. Not overly sweet or acidic as the juice coated your tongue. It was the perfect balance. So much that you licked your lips and craved another.

Your eyes honed in on the rise and fall of Bucky’s chest before your gaze flickered to his face. His eyes were darker and you realized after a moment that he was staring at your mouth. A look like that could’ve made you choke on your breath, but it somehow gave you a burst of confidence. Testing the waters, you tried the blackberry next and made a show of licking your lips again at the sweet and succulent taste. The groan he let out shot a burst of heat between your legs.

God, he looked like he was ready to eat you whole.

“Delicious,” you said in a sultry voice you didn't recognize.

“You, um…” He brought a hand up and brushed his thumb along the corner of your mouth. You quivered when he showed you the drop of juice that you missed. Without breaking eye contact, he licked the drop away. It was a look that melted your insides when he said in a gruff tone, “You're right. Delicious.”

“Excuse me?” A woman spoke, making you jump back a bit from Bucky and pulling you both out of the moment. She might as well have dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. “I’d like to buy these.”

Your heart continued to race when you saw disappointment flash in his eyes. “Go ahead,” you smiled. He was there to do a job after all, not chat and flirt with you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky turned his head toward the customer. “Of course, ma’am,” he smiled, still glancing back at you momentarily as if was afraid you’d walk away if he didn’t keep an eye on you.

Biting your lip, you held in a giggle as you tossed the sample cup into the small wastebasket. You swore you felt him gazing at you as you gathered up the bundles. Maybe you didn’t need to bend so far over to get the last bundle, but was it wrong that you wanted him to look? It wasn’t every day that you had a kind, handsome farmer flirting with you. It would have you walking on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

Turning toward the table to pay, you gasped when you nearly collided with Bucky. He managed to grab your arms to keep you from falling and you somehow didn’t drop a single bundle as he stared into your eyes. “You know, I think you’re even sweeter than my berries,” he spoke in a low voice, swiftly taking everything from your hands and lining them in a box before your brain could process what he said. “This everything then?”

“Yeah.” You blinked and got your money out to pay. “Thanks. And keep the change.”

He shook his head when he saw the amount you gave him. “Oh, I couldn’t do that.”

“Please. I insist,” you smiled. He took a lot of pride in his work and any extra change could go toward that.

“I’ll keep it on two conditions,” he said, nodding to the box. “One, you let me be a gentleman and help you carry that to your car, that way you’re not stuck carrying it around.”

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach. “Okay, if you insist on being a gentleman.” He was nice enough that he wanted to step away from his stand and carry something for you. He really kept getting better and better. “And the second condition?” You asked with a coy smile. Maybe if you were lucky enough he’d ask for your number.

He reached behind him and presented you with another sample cup. “One more for the road? Please?”

You stamped down your disappointment that he didn’t ask for your number, which was more than okay. “How can I say no to that?” You popped the berries into your mouth without hesitation. They tasted ever sweeter than the first sample you had and you watched his eyes go to your neck as you swallowed. “Thanks. You really do have a gift,” you added to distract you from his heated gaze.

He looked humbled by the compliment. “I really do appreciate that,” he said, glancing over your shoulder to nod at someone. “Steve! You mind watching the stand until I get back? I’m gonna help her carry these to her car.”

You turned just in time to see a gorgeous blonde just as large as Bucky jog over from the stand across the way. “That’s nice of you, jerk. Real gentlemanly,” he smiled, giving you a small nod. “Ma’am.”

“Punk,” Bucky mumbled, but the affection was evident.

Another giggle worked its way out. Where did these men suddenly come from? Was there something in the water you didn’t know about? “You don’t need to call me ma’am, but thank you. And you’re right.” Your eyes went back to Bucky. “He is a gentleman.”

“And this is my cue to get you away from my friend before he says otherwise,” Bucky teased, steering you away with one hand while he balanced your fruit in the other.

“I don’t think I’ve seen him here either.”

“That was one of the friends I was talking about earlier. Has a farm, too, but his real passion is art,” he explained, his arm brushing against yours as he walked close. “He actually helped make my sign since I’m hopeless with that stuff.”

“That’s really nice,” you said, falling into a comfortable silence with him as you both maneuvered your way through the crowd. Once you got to the parking area, you pointed out your vehicle. “I’m just over there.”

Bucky’s gaze flickered over to you as you got your keys out. “I’m really glad you stopped at my stand today.”

Your heart fluttered when you caught the sun shining along his hair. “I’m glad I did, too,” you said softly, unlocking the car so he could set everything inside. Thank God it was clean. That would’ve been embarrassing. “But I should let you get back to work.”

He shifted on his feet, like he wasn’t quite ready to go. “Yeah, I should go.” He stepped forward and took a breath. “But I don’t think I can go back before I ask you to go on a date with me.”

You blinked. This wasn’t a drill. Bucky was asking you out. His tone was so gentle, his gaze so compelling. He was mesmerizing. He could’ve asked you to do anything and you likely would’ve done so without question.

“You want to take me out on a date?” You questioned, your mind screaming that your response was the wrong answer. This wasn’t a fantasy. It was really happening.

With an unsure chuckle, Bucky brushed a hand through his hair. “Too forward?” He smiled a little. “I’m sorry. I just thought that we…”

Your heart reacted to his uncertainty. It took a lot for anyone to put themselves out there and you wanted him to know it was worth the risk. “Not too forward at all, Bucky,” you smiled and placed your hand on his left arm, happy when he smiled back. “I'd love to go out with you.”

He took your hand in his when you went to pull your hand back. “I’m really glad you said yes,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” you sighed at his warm touch. It was the beginning of something special. You could tell. “So, when would you like to go on that date?”

And that is our intro! Now here is where it gets interesting: This story will go down two paths, one light and one dark. Be on the lookout for the continuation and choose your path (or choose both 😏). Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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mapis-putellas · 11 months ago

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Braids

Pairing: Nat x you

Words: 1100

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Natasha had only been together for a few weeks when you ask to braid her hair.

Notes: Yikes. It’s been a while. I’m so sorry. I hope this cute fic makes up for it.

The atmosphere was almost peaceful as both you and Natasha lounged on separate sides of the couch. You were idly watching her from the corner of her eye as she focuses on the laptop screen in front of her, hands distractedly flickering through the pages of the book you were planning on starting.

She was clad in one of your hoodies along with a pair of grey shorts; her hair down and a little mused from the way she would continuously run her hand through it. You often found yourself wondering if it was as soft as it looked. How soft it would feel in between your fingers.

You see, you and Natasha had only been together a little over four weeks, so the tentative relationship you did have was still very new. You'd held hands once or twice. Kissed a few times more. Chaste pecks that never trailed off into anything more. But that was it. No hugs had been given, and you'd yet to know how it felt to hold her body against your own.

Though you longed to hold her in your arms, you found that you didn't quite mind waiting. Good things come to those who wait after all. Well, that and the fact you knew months before you'd started dating that she was a very guarded person, and that wasn't going to change just because the label on what you were was different.

"I can feel you watching me, you know." You hear her speak, and your eyes flicker away from her hair to her face. Her eyes, you notice, remain on her computer screen, but the tiny smile present on her lips does not go amiss.

You sigh contently as you turn in your seat to face her, your back now pressed against the arm of the couch whilst your legs sprawl out in front of you. "Just admiring." You admit, your voice a mere murmur.

Natasha's fingers still on the keyboard of her laptop as her eyes finally meet your own. The emotion in them was undecipherable, just like always, but they do soften at the sight of you sitting before her. You couldn't help but melt slightly at the sight as you reach over to the coffee table and set down the book you never did get the chance to open.

Eyes once again meeting her own, you finally bring yourself to ask the question that had been on the forefront of your mind since you'd sat down.

"Can I braid your hair?"

You brace yourself for the rejection, but much to your dismay, it doesn't come. At least, not straight away. Natasha simply stares at you, mouth slightly agape as though she was attempting find a plausible answer to your question.

She clears her throat, eyes flickering away from you for just a moment before they return.

"Braid my hair?" She seems to finally find her voice, the sound of it alone making your heart race.

You nod, swallowing the sudden tightness in your own throat. Natasha stares at you for a little moment longer before she nods. It was just once, almost unnoticeable, but it was all the confirmation you needed. With more confidence than you felt, you let one of your legs fall to the floor and pat the now open space in between them.

Natasha hesitates for only a second before she was setting down her laptop and scooting herself towards you. As she settles, you place your hands on either side of her waist in a silent question. It was only when she nods again do you tug her backwards just slightly, the insides of your thighs now settled snuggly on either side of her hips.

"Good?" You question in a mere murmur, and she vocalises her agreement with a soft hum as your hands begin combing through her hair. It wasn't necessarily tangled, but you didn't want to accidentally snag any loose strands like you tended to do with your own hair. Soon, you'd parted the top her hair into three thin strands in preparation to start the intended dutch braid.

A comfortable silence seems to settle upon you, and you can't help but smile softly when you feel Natasha's hands rest almost tentatively on each of your thighs. You risk a gentle kiss against the back of her head, immediately rewarded by the feeling of her body relaxing completely against you.

"Nearly done." You reluctantly break the silence as your fingers begin to quickly finish the braid, and Natasha hums in acknowledgment as you grab the hair tie off of your wrist and secure it with ease. As you bring your now unoccupied hands back down to your lap, you watch as one of Natasha's own rises to feel the top of her head. It lingers for just a second before a satisfied hum escapes her lips.

"Dutch?" She questions knowingly, and you smirk slightly as you nod your head and place another kiss to the back of her head.

"Good guess." You muse, and Natasha looks back at you with a smirk of her own.

"It wasn't a guess." She tells you simply as her head settles against your shoulder.

"You're just that good huh?" You tease, craning your head slightly to you were more or less face to face with her.

"Damn right." Natasha smirks as she leans forward to affectionately graze the tip of her nose against your cheek, the appendage scrunching up cutely when you press a gentle kiss to it, and you roll your eyes fondly as your arms settle around her waist.

Tight enough for her to feel secure, but loose enough that should she choose leave your arms, she could do so without issue.

Your heart races when Natasha settles her hands atop of your own, choosing wisely to ignore the way they tremble slightly with what you could only assume was nerves. Instead, you simply press your lips against her forehead hoping to alleviate whatever fear may be there.

"Nobody likes a smart ass." You murmur as you pull away.

"No?" Natasha grins slyly as she turns herself in your arms so she was more or less cradled. You accept the change of position with ease, keeping one of your arms beneath her whilst the other loops around her stomach to meet the other that had come to rest on her hip. "You like me."

You sigh heavily in fake exasperation, "Unfortunatel-Hey! What was that for?!"

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lunamoonbby · 2 months ago

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Cult!141 x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Dark Content, Manipulation, allusions to past abuse very brief not in depth, female reader, swearing, pregnancy, birth, poly relationships, smut, Cult AU, the use of lord in terms to worship, Price being referred to as Father

If you or a loved one is experiencing abuse, know that there is help, and please help anyone that you know to help them escape from that abuse.

⭐️Author's Note: The religion that the villagers follow is not defined, but it is NOT associated with Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or any other type of religion there is⭐️

CHAPTER 1: New Beginnings

Running, you couldn't stop running until you were sure that it was safe to stop. There was an opportunity for you to escape from your ex-boyfriend, and you took it, only taking with you whatever cash you had left, and to be honest, it wasn't that much, $100 can't do much in today's time but you'll figure it out, but it was better than nothing. So here you are running for what felt like days but had only been hours, it was rainy and cold, your soaking wet, the ground muddy and mud covering the ankles of your jeans, your shirt a bit torn a result from snagging on a couple of branches, and hair a mess with leaves sticking to your wet hair. You spot a distant light that looks to be 1-2 miles away. You decide to rest until you catch your breath, and then you'll start running again. After you caught your breath, you started running towards the light, and as the light got closer you saw that it was village and slowed to a walk.

As you approached the village, the inhabitants were giving you strange looks from shock to disgust, but you paid no mind, as you noticed a church, and you were only focused on heading to the church that was on top of the hill. As you reached the top of the hill, you noticed a large willow tree, and the church looked rundown but gave it that slight gothic touch. You walked towards the church and opened the door, "hello is anybody in here?" You walked in the church looking around. "Who goes there?" An unknown voice resonates through the inside of the church. "My name is y/n and I'm in need of assistance, I was hoping that the church would help me, I don't have much, I ran away from my abusive ex-boyfriend I just need a place to stay and then I'll leave to another village please I need your help" Price steps out and greets y/n, "hello y/n I'm Father Price, I'm the preacher of this village. I'm sorry to hear about your troubles, I know some people who are willing to help you. You are also in need of some clothing. I'll see what I can do with that. Now follow me. I'm sure you can use a meal, a warm shower, and a cozy bed."

You breathed a sigh of relief "thank you so much but before we go, I'd like to make a prayer, on how thankful I am that I found refuge and that I am now safe, if that's ok with you." Price smile at what y/n said, "a devoted follower. Of course, we can pray. Let's go to the altar so we can pray." Price leads y/n to the alter. When approaching the alter y/n sees a symbol there's a skull but the lower jaw is missing, and there's a sword with wings coming out of the sword, and on each side, there is a viny plant and to the back of it all there was a black spade, 'must be the religious symbol' y/n thought to herself. "Give me your hands so that our lord can hear your prayers better." Y/n held out her hands for Father Price to hold. Price then starts the prayer for y/n. After the prayer, Father Price asks, "Do you have any offerings for our lord?" Shocked y/n replies with defeat, "I only have $100, and I can't use it all. I need it to help me get back on my feet." Price gently cups y/n face with one hand and swipes his thumb left and right on y/n's lower lip, "my child you seem to be a very devoted follower of our lord, if you give him that offering, he will definitely bless you, your $100 would turn into $100,000 and you would definitely get back on your feet. My 2 friends they had nothing but $50 combined, and they offered their money, and now they both have their own tavern here in this very village."

Y/n contemplated it's the least she could do after all. Father Price did help her out in her time of need, "where can I put my offering?" She said while taking out her $100. "You can place it in the black obsidian bowl." She places her money in the bowl and says a thank you, "thank you, my child. I'm sure our Lord is thankful for that generous offer. Come let me take you to a nice spot that I know so we can get some food in you and a warm bed." Price then takes y/n's hand then leads her into the town and takes her to the tavern, when they both enter the tavern, the place goes quiet cause the people rarely see Father Price outside of the church and that he also has an outsider with him. "Well, well, well, who do you have there, Father Price?"

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kayhi808 · 5 months ago

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First Crush - 5

You arrive at the Tower, Abby woken up early, excited about surprising Bucky. She holds your hand and does her version of skipping as you make your way to Bucky's office. You run into Captain Rogers in the hallway, "Abigail Rose! Good morning! Hey, Y/N. What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi Cap. Do you remember Captain Rogers, Abby? He's Sergeant Barnes' friend."

"Morning, Mr. Captain." Abby moves closer to you & wraps an arm around your leg.

"Abby wanted to leave Sergeant Barnes a surprise."

Kneeling down, "You brought Bucky a surprise?"

Abby nods cupping her hands around her mouth, "It's secret."

"Oooh, ok." He smiles at her, "I better let you guys get to it. Have fun."

*****

Bucky dropped by his office on his way to the gym to get in a workout. His phone bings with a text.

Steve: Incoming. Surprise headed your way.

Then he hears Abby's chattering approach his office. You lightly knock on his open door & Abby squeals & jumps up & down.

"Abby! How are you?"

She looks up at you and you smile, giving a small nod before she runs over to Bucky's side. "Mr. S'gent, you're home!" He notices, she places her hands on his Vibranium arm while hopping up & down & it makes him laugh.

"You can call me Bucky."

"Mr. Bucky."

"No, just Bucky."

Nodding, "ok." Her smile is from ear to ear.

You step just inside the doorway, "Sorry to interrupt, but Abby wanted to drop something off for you." Abby runs over to you holding out her hands as you pull her letter out of your backpack.

"Tank you, Mama!" She hurries back to Bucky's side & he lifts her onto his lap. "I mades it."

"Did you? Wow!" He puts the drawing on his desk. "Is this...you?"

"Uh huh! The banoons is 'cos you did a good work."

"This is beautiful, Abby. Thank you so much."

Leaning back against his chest, "You melcome."

"It's welcome."

"It's what i says, you melcome." You smirk & shake your head.

Bucky shrugs, "I understood it perfectly."

Your heart is about to explode. Abby is thrilled to see Bucky again and you've never seen Bucky this animated before. He's really not as intimidating as you once thought.

"Baby, we better go and let Bucky get back to his busy day."

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Cans Bucky comes with us?" You meet Bucky's blue eyes over Abby's head. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"He might have plans, honey."

"I wasn't doing much today. I was just headed to the gym," he smiles at you.

"Wants to picnic? I gots bread for the ducks. I can share wit yous."

"You know what? I love to picnic!" He looks down at Abby's surprised face & laughs.

"See Mama! He loves it!" Clapping her hands, "Comes, let's go!" She hops off Bucky's lap & tries to pull him up.

Bucky takes his new drawing & closing the door he tacks it up on a corkboard he has behind his door. It joins the first drawing Abby gave him. You see that & you smile at him.

Again, Abby almost loses her mind. "Mama lookit!" Bucky picks her up so she can view it better. "My mama said you can't forget me because you has my drawing and sticker."

"Forget you?? I could never forget you." Abby hugs him around the neck & kicks her legs in joy. You grab her legs before she kicks him in the groin.

"Careful Abby." You look at Bucky & laugh.

"Do you mind if we stop off in the residence? I'll grab my stuff & we can go."

"No, that's fine."

There are a few floors restricted for agents that reside in the building. He brings you upstairs & you wait in the common area while Bucky grabbed his own back pack for the picnic.

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Stopping at a deli to get sandwiches for lunch, Bucky ended up picking up the tab and adding a bunch of cookies and brownies for dessert. Abby gets a special ride on the shoulders of the Winter Soldier. She's never been so high up & couldn't stop giggling.

You were able to snag a small spot near the pond, spreading out a blanket under a shaded tree. It was such nice day. You brought some bubbles so Abby ran around trying to pop them. Bucky would blow and you and Abby would compete to pop the most. The 3 of you played tag. You wore Abby out. Soon as she ate her lunch she was out like a light for her nap.

Carding your fingers through her hair as she sleeps, "Thank you so much for joining us and for lunch. She's never had so much fun."

"Thanks for letting me come along. I don't think I've picnicked like this since 1935."

He talks about his life before the war. His friendship with Steve. A little bit of how he's still trying to assimilate to being an Avenger. He's enjoyed the day because he never gets the chance to...play.

"I think you've got an open invitation from this one here."

Bucky laughs. "How old is she?"

"She's 3."

"She's very... articulate."

"You can say it. She's a chatterbox. She doesn't stop talking. Even when it was just jibberish, she didn't stop. It used to drive her father nuts. He didn't have a lot of patience."

"He's still in the picture?"

You shake your head, "He passed away last year."

Bucky frowns, "I'm sorry for you loss."

Everytime you hear those words you feel guilty. You feel like you should feel a loss, yet you don't. Not really. You were dating Abby's father for about 6 months when you found out you were pregnant. It wasn't planned. You and Jason weren't even talking about marriage. And yet you decided to get married because of the baby and that was a mistake. Jason wasn't ready to be a father. You're not even sure he enjoyed fatherhood while he was alive. He was on deployment or missions and away from home a lot. His life didn't change much. You were already thinking of asking for a divorce. He didn't take an active part in raising Abby. He would never have gone on picnics with you and Abby, let alone run around and play tag with you both. Or blow bubbles.

"Thank you."

"So, its just you two now?" You smile and nod. He gives an off-key rendition of Bill Withers "Just the Two of Us," which makes you snort laugh. "C'mon, I wasn't that bad!"

Abby stirs awake from your laughter and Bucky's outrage. "Mama?"

"I'm sorry, Baby. Did we wake you up?" You lift her onto your lap and she snuggles in, sticking her thumb in her mouth. "Did you have a good sleep?" She nods. "It takes her a while to wake up." You rub her back.

"She woke up just in time for the ducks."

Abby pops her thumb out of her mouth, "Ducks?" She stands and wobbles like a drunk person so Bucky reached out for her. "Bucky, yous ready for ducks??"

"Whoa, take it easy." He laughs at Abby's excitement to feed the ducks. He scoops her up while you find your stash of stale bread. You make your way to the waters edge, and Abby instructs Bucky on the proper way to throw bread at the ducks. "Don't hit them in the head."

Bucky looks at you weirdly. "She used to try and aim for their mouths & would hit them in the head. I told her it's not nice and to aim for the water in front of them." Bucky laughs.

Once the bread is gone, you start packing up your things. "If you come back to the Tower, I can grab my car & take you guys home."

"It's ok, the Metro stop is close to our building."

Bucky insists, "It's no problem. Really."

"You don't have a carseat. Abby needs a carseat."

"Ooooh. Right," Bucky frowns.

"We're fine. I promise. We do this all the time," you give him a reassuring smile. "Baby, come say bye to Bucky."

Abby runs over & launches herself at Bucky, who quickly catches her. She gives him a loud kiss on his cheek. "Tank you for my samich & cookie."

"You're welcome. I had fun today."

"ME TOO!!!" Bucky picks her up & plops her on his shoulders.

Reaching for her, "I got her."

"I'll walk you guys to the station at least." He grabs your hand in his and you all head off to the Metro.

Next chapter

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1pepsiboy · 8 months ago

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Just Like A Movie (Matt Sturniolo fluff)

Description: After a morning of fliming, Matt wants to enjoy fall activites with his girlfriend (reader). Inspired the song by the Wallows and Matt's love for fall time.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: None, just fluffy and silly Matt!

A/N: This is my first Matt writing, so sorry if it's not totally accurate! Lol I do requests! Currently anything Chris, Matt, Nick, and Colby!

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Matt, Chris, and Nick were filming a guess 21 different halloween candies challenge. You sat on the couch behind the camera, scrolling through your phone but periodically looked up to glance at your boyfriend. Who would cheese when you did. Sometimes you'd make a silly face or comment, distracting him enough they'd have to restart part of the segment. Finally, they finish and Matt was the one closest to getting them all right. It wasn't surprising since he'd won guessing 21 different drinks.

Matt makes his way to the couch and wrapped his arms around you immediately. He nustles his head into your shoulder for a couple minutes and you run your fingertips up and down his back. Then he gives you a quick peck on the lips, mostly because Nick and Chris were still in the kitchen and they would make jokes about it.

You lick your lips and furrow your brows. "Hmm... I taste Snickers? No, Reese's?"

"(y/n)!" Matt whines lightly.

"Wait, wait, wait." You kiss his soft lips again. "It's Kitkat!"

A giggle escapes Matt and he lightly rolls his blue eyes. "Can we go do fall things, babe? Get away from those idiots over there. I've had enough of them today."

Nick flips him off as Chris fake laughs and makes a face. "So unoriginal Matt."

Now you roll your eyes. "Let's leave these losers to their lame things."

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"I can drive if you want, babe," you suggest as you make it out the door after Matt changed his outfit to fit the vibe more. It's early afternoon now and barely a breeze to make it feel like a real fall day.

He shoots you a side smile and unclips the keys from his jean beltloop. "No, that's okay, I don't mind."

The two of you get comfortable in the front seats, starting up the recent playlist you created.

"Where to first?" you ask.

"What about... apple patch? Wait, I mean pumpkin picking... Fuck, I mean apple picking and then a pumpkin patch."

You reach out and lace your fingers with his. "I'd love to go to an apple patch and pumpkin picking. Maybe hot cocoa after?"

He nods and you put in the directions for the nearest apple picking farm. The two of you sing along. And you couldn't help pointing out people going about their daily lives. It takes up most of your conversation before you arrive at the farm.

Matt locks the car before he clips them back on the their loop and takes your hand. The apple farm was free to anyone, but they had a jar and square for donations/tips. You take out your card for them to do a $5 donation, and Matt doubles the amount.

You take a small basket and pull him over to one of the trees. Unfortunately most of the reachable ones were picked. But both of you still attempt to get one or two by running and jumping. You know you look like idiots, however you didn't care.

Matt gets a video of you as you finally acquire an apple and show it triumphantly. "That's right. No tree is a match for me! This apple is my bitch." You bite a chunk of the crispy green apple.

Matt laughs. "Babe, we're supposed to save them to make caramel apples!"

Your eyes go wide and you laugh as you chew it to a point you could speak. "Sorry, I can get another one."

He slips his phone back into his pocket as he shakes his head. "Let's try a different tree.

The second tree was a similar situation despite it just being on the brink of fall. There were a lot of early birds.

This time you get a story of Matt snagging two apples and he tries to not show how out of breath he is. "Ahh! Hah! I got some."

The two of you try two more trees and manage to get a few more.

There was a station for you to either bag them right away or make them caramel or chocolate covered before leaving. You spend far too long deciding on how many should be caramel and chocolate, and what toppings should be on them. You think of each brother and friend that'll want one. By the end, there's only one left and neither of you made one for yourselves.

"You choose," Matt says, kissing your cheek.

With creative intuition, you make it half and half, then smear all sorts of toppings on it and present it. Matt rests his hand on top of yours and takes a bite out of it.

"Mm..." he nods and runs a half through his hair, most of falling back in place. "I like what you did with the caramel and chocolate."

You take your own, attempting to lick the excess off around your mouth. "Delicious."

Your next stop was at a nearby pumpkin patch, which was also a little picked over. But there were still enough to enjoy and walk around a little bit. You pick up a few of the biggest ones you could find to get photos with.

Matt pulls you in for a selfie. His eyes squint as the sun is directly in your eyes and fumbles backwards. This causes him to run into a bundle of baby pumpkins and his butt lands on top of the stems.

"Fucking shit!" He groans as he holds onto his ass and rolls over on the ground.

You hold back a laugh and help him up. He paces back and forth a couple times.

"I'm done with the pumpkins," he sulks.

"Let's get hot cocoa to make it all better," you baby, jutting out your bottom lip.

He tries not to laugh but it didn't work.

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You enjoy a small walk as you sip on hot cocoa, the sun starts to go down. You hold the to-go cup tightly between your palms in the hopes to warm up your hands. You forgot to bring any sort of warm layer. Once the sun is gone, it feels like fall now.

Matt shoots you a concerned look. "Are you cold, babe?"

"A little, yeah," you laugh under your breath.

"Here, wear my sweater, (y/n)."

"No, it's fine."

It's too late, he already took his jacket off and pulls the vintage sweater over his head. You take the sweater and tug it over your short sleeve tee. The warmth of the material and from him wearing it all afternoon engulfs your entire body. It sends shivers down your spine from the temperature adjustment.

Matt has his jacket back on and wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He kisses the crook of your neck. "Better?"

"Absolutely."

The two of you reminisce on your adventures of the day. Ultimately, though, it leads back to a few of the couples around you in the park. One were unashamedly having a full on make out session underneath a tree. Another were taking cutesy photos in matching outfits.

"You'll never catch us doing that," Matt comments.

You raise your eyebrows at him. "Did you forget the matching pj pants we had for christmas last year?"

"That doesn't count," he scoffs lightly. "It was only pants. I mean, like, top, pants, accessories, the whole fit. It's just cringy."

You giggle. "Whatever you say, Matty B."

"It is! Are you saying you want to do that?" He sips on his hot cocoa. "Cause that might be a deal breaker."

"Not seriously. More in an ironic way. Like those people on tiktok doing the 80s style photoshoots at JcPenny. Now that would be fun and not cringy!"

He shook his head. "No, nope."

"Come on!" you argue. "Think about the memories we could make!"

"Absolutely not, it would be embarrasing."

You roll your eyes. "That's kind of the point, babe."

"Still," he retorts.

"Fine." You sigh lightly. "I'll just ask Chris to do it with me. He won't care."

Matt shrugs, finishing the last of his drink, and tosses it into the nearest trash can. "Okay, you two have fun with that."

"We will." You do the same with your drink.

You sense Matt's a little down now and force him into a hug. "Thanks for today, babe. You're the best."

He falls into your body more and lets out a deep breath. "Any time, (y/n)."

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m00nkissedlover · 22 days ago

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・｡love in full bloom 💐

you've ordered: mixed berry ice cream! enjoy!

"the highlight of my life and my reason to keep going is you~" (inspired by the song "In Bloom" by zerobaseone (zb1))

regulus black x reader | word count: 2,073 words

summary: it's you and regulus's one year anniversary 💐 (feat. a few other marauders era characters)

warnings: kinda rushed towards the end, other than that, none <3

note: reader is gender neutral (like always unless i specify). i used they/ them pronouns, but feel free to change them to your preferred pronouns while reading :D

regulus arcturus black.

it still baffled you to this day just how you managed to snag him. you'd been merely minding your own business, when you got paired up with him for an assignment. your gut churned as you remembered the things people had said about him. that he doesn't take kindly to new people, that he's rude and stuck up, that he cared for no one but himself.

but you quickly came to realize the the poor boy was just...misunderstood. while working with him, you slowly started to realize that you two had more in common than you thought. though he wasn't very good at expressing himself out loud, you still did your best to understand him.

the day he'd confessed to you was probably the best day of your life. he did it in a corner of the courtyard, bashfully stumbling over his words until you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. saying he was over the moon was an understatement. his friends and brother were too, specifically sirus and barty who were hiding just around the corner, their heads hanging in shame when you confronted them. but in truth, regulus owed them big time for the help.

present day

you couldn't sleep last night. you were too excited about what was to come the next day: you and regulus' one year anniversary as a couple. to think it had already been a year since that cute little confession. you two shared many sweet (and some not-so-sweet) moments together, your bond growing stronger each day.

"someone seems excited!" lily quipped as she sat on your bed, watching you get ready for the day.

"of course they are. it's a very special day for them and mr. black." dorcas teased, marlene making silly kissing noises in the background.

you rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow and playfully chucking it marlene's way, the blonde letting out a soft "oof!", the pillow still hitting her face as she caught it halfway.

"come on! tell us, what's reggie got planned?" she asked, tossing the pillow back to you, which you skillfully caught.

"that's the thing. i don't know. he hasn't told me anything." you answered, tossing the pillow up in the air and catching it.

"ooh, ooh! i bet he's gonna do something super romantic." dorcas exaggerated, a lovestruck sigh leaving her lips.

"sorry, but i don't particularly think "romance" and "regulus black" sit at the same table." lily said, making you stifle a laugh.

"hey, well at least he's trying." you said, some sympathy in your voice as you grabbed your bag. "everyone ready?"

the other girls nodded, the four of you taking your leave to class for the morning.

meanwhile...

this was bad. really bad. it was no secret to the boys that regulus had been racking his brain for days, trying to figure out what to do for your one year anniversary. it was evident that he wasn't really much of a romantic, but he tried for you.

unfortunately, the others weren't much help, either being as empty headed as he or giving him rather basic suggestions.

"candle lit dinner?" sirus suggested. "with flowers and music?" remus added.

"we did that on our first date. it'll look tacky if we do it again." his brother moaned.

"just buy some snacks and cuddle in your dorm or something." barty said, spinning a pencil between his fingers.

"barty, this is a very special day. we can't do something so simple. plus, we already do that all the time." regulus confirmed.

"how about you make something for them?" evan chimed in.

"that could possibly work, but then what?" regulus buried his face in his hands, a groan of frustration leaving him.

just as he was about to give up, james pipped up, tapping his finger on the table. "i've got something. but it'll take some effort from all of us."

regulus slowly lifted his head, looking in james's direction. "i'm listening..."

james snatched the pencil barty was twirling and grabbed a sheet of paper, starting to scribble things down and sketch somethings out. the boys huddled around him, regulus's mouth falling agape in surprise.

"james....you're a genius." regulus said, gently squeezing the gryffindor's shoulder.

"you can say it again, i don't mind." james mumbled, pushing his glasses up in a moment of pride.

"don't get cocky." the dark haired slytherin sighed, bringing his hands together. "alright, we've got seven hours to put this all together. this is a very special day for us, so i will not tolerate any mess ups."

"aww, look! my little brother's all grown up!" sirus said, wiping away imaginary tears and earning himself an annoyed glare from the other black brother.

it was now lunchtime and the girls (+ barty and evan) wouldn't stop pestering you. the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that regulus asked the two boys to keep you occupied. from that request, they contacted the girls and got them in on the little scheme.

"soooo, what did you prepare for our awkward little lover boy?" barty snickered, poking you in the side and earning himself an annoyed glare.

"it's nothing special, really." you muttered, your cheeks turning as red as the strawberries on your plate as you thought about your gift for regulus.

"that's code for: "i actually spent 3 days staying up till 5 am trying to construct the perfect gift for my lover, but i'm insecure about it." " pandora "whispered" to the boys.

"pandora!" you yelled in embarrassment, scoffing as she hid behind her brother before you could cover her face in carbonara pasta.

"ooh, spill, spill!!" dorcas gushed, clinging to your arm.

you let out a sigh of defeat, rummaging through your bag. "if any of you tell him about this, i'm turning all of you into red newts." you threatened.

"oh, i'm so scared!" barty said in a tone of mock fear.

you rolled your eyes and pulled out a small box. "i know how much reggie loves his jewelry, especially rings." you began, opening the box.

everyone immediately crowded around, sticking their heads in your space. you had to clear your throat and give them a little nudge before they backed off.

you reached inside and pulled out a chunky ring. you couldn't even get a word out before dorcas yelled.

"YOU'RE PROPOSING TO REGGIE?" that earned her a smack in the back of the head from marlene.

"thank you, marlene." you giggled, shaking your head. "obviously not! can you all be patient?"

as everyone settled down, you brought the ring closer. it had a wide, silver band and a chunky, dark emerald green jewel. there was a clasp on it too, like a locket. you pulled the tiny clasp and opened up the ring.

"what are you gonna put inside?" evan asked.

"maybe i'll write him a letter or something..." you said, resting your chin on your palm as you looked at the ring. "i just hope he likes it..."

"oh, trust me, he'll love it! and you'll love what he's planning for yo-! ow!" barty yelped as evan stepped on his foot, giving him a slight glare.

"anyways, he'll definitely like it. don't sweat it, bub." evan mutters, getting up to leave with barty before any beans were spilled.

fast forward, and it's almost midnight. and you haven't seen or heard from regulus. all. damn. day. when you asked the others about him, they'd have to lie right to your face, telling you they hadn't seen him, or that he's "busy." busy with what? they wouldn't say.

you were now sat on your bed, finishing up your gift for regulus. you twirled the ring between your fingers, a slight frown on your lips. just where the hell was he? was he avoiding you? maybe...he didn't want to celebrate your anniversary anymore. you decided to sleep it off, placing the ring in its box and finding comfort under the fluffy duvet.

you hadn't even been asleep for an hour, when you were awoken by the sound of tapping at your window. when you went to go see what it was, you saw a messenger owl with a little slip of paper tied to its leg. you quickly untied it and unraveled a small slip, scanning its contents.

"meet me in the courtyard." ~R

you knew exactly who wrote this. you were quick to pull on your uniform's jacket, grabbed the ring box and slipping it into your pocket as you left. you soon arrived at your desired location, looking around. you frowned as you saw no one there, clutching the slip of paper.

"hello? is anyone here?" you called out, just to be met with silence. "reggie?" nothing.

just as you were about to leave, you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. or rather...someone.

"LET IT RIP, BOYS!" you were not expecting to hear barty yelling....and you definitely weren't expecting to get rained on!

as you ran for cover from a slight shower of rain, something covered you, the rain stopping momentarily. you glanced up to see none other than regulus himself.

"reggie-" you mumbled, your heart skipping a beat. the dark haired slytherin gave you a soft smile before looking out at the courtyard. "now!" he yelled, eliciting a confused mumble from you.

just then, your favorite flowers began to bloom on the grass around the two of you, coming around to make a heart. your hand covered your mouth in shock as pretty wisps of color swirled around the two of you.

you were speechless as you looked at regulus, feeling his free hand cup your cheek. "you did all this...for me?" you asked, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"of course. i know i'm not very good with doing romantic stuff, but...i wanted you to know how much you mean to me. i love you more than anything, i swear it. you make me feel things i've never felt before and...you're very special to me."

you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands fumbling to pull out the ring. "reg, this is....this is beyond beautiful. i-i can't thank you enough. uh, i hope...." you sniffled a bit, fanning your tear stained face. "i hope you'll like my gift."

you opened up the box, revealing the emerald ring. regulus's eyes widened, his heart swelling with love in his chest. "y/n, it's beautiful-" before he could finish, you opened up the ring.

he held it and peered inside, his heart melting. inside was two tiny drawings you'd made: one of him and one of you. they were rather cute, making the slytherin feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"what would i do without you? i'll cherish this ring for as long as i live." he smiled, starting to tear up himself. regulus leaned over and whispered to you.

"i hope i'll get to return the favor one day." your eyes widened as he said that, your breath catching in your throat.

"wait, you mean-?"

"yes...i mean it. in the future, i want to be with you. i want to marry you, y/n l/n."

and with that, regulus pressed a soft kiss to your lips, letting the umbrella fall. you gladly kissed him back, smiling like an idiot into it. right on cue, the rain drops around you became rose petals, their sweet scent filling your senses.

the sound of clapping and cheering pulled you two out of your little moment. you pulled away to see the whole gang standing there, stupid grins on their faces.

"how did you-! wait...so all of you were in on this?" you asked, a slight gasp leaving you.

"exactly. this was actually all james's idea." sirus said, shaking the gryffindor by his shoulders.

"happy anniversary, you two!" james said, his cheeks coloring a bit.

you couldn't contain your gratitude, rushing over and hugging him pretty tight. "y/n, can't...breathe..."

"sorry, sorry!" you giggled, pulling away and rushing to hug everyone else. "i love you guys, truly! thank you for making our night so special."

"of course! now get outta here, lovebirds!" dorcas teased, winking at you.

you intertwined your fingers with regulus's, making your way back to his dorm. the rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses, and words of love and affection.

you felt truly blessed to have met regulus. you'd truly found your soulmate. 💐

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surielstea · 9 months ago

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A Secretary’s Secrets

Based on this request.

Pairing: Modern!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel can’t seem to keep his hands to himself in the workplace.

Warnings: Suggestive, implied smut

2.9k word count

My heels clack loudly on the marble tiles as I race down the hall, a few coworkers giving me an unsteady stare through the floor-to-ceiling windows but I don't pay them any mind while I beeline towards the conference room.

My boss had texted me saying he needed to get out of the meeting he was in, telling me I needed to make up some sort of excuse to pull him from it.

I skid to a stop just before the door and compose myself, regaining my breath. I knock on the door lightly, but there's no way to tell if I'm allowed to enter the windowless room with its soundproof walls, so when I crack the door open and peek my head in I can only pray I’m not intruding.

My eyes snag on an irritated Azriel, not annoyed with me but with the rest of the much older men in the room— who happened to be staring at me like a prize to be won. "I'm sorry to interrupt but," I look to my boss with creased brows. "You have another meeting you need to get to, Sir." I give him a polite smile and his glare on everyone else drags to me, something in his expression softens. "Right, well then." Azriel collects the folders he laid out and puts them back into the briefcase in front of him. "We can reschedule." He looks to the men in the room who all seem too disgruntled because they knew he was lying, it took them weeks to get Azriel to agree to this, and now here I was, dragging him away from it. He shuts the clasps of the briefcase with a click before grabbing it and following me out the door, shutting it behind him.

"Was that okay?" I look up at him with creased brows. "Perfect, my love." He hums, walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall as I rush after him. "I take it didn't go well?" I say, clasping my hands behind my back. "For them, no, it did not." He mutters. "For me? I'm just happy I don't have to partner with them anymore." He sighs in relief. I smile up at him as we reach the end of the hall and he gestures to the elevator.

"You want to do it?" He asks and a childish grin spreads over my face as I press the button, calling the lift.

It only takes a moment before the doors open and we're entering.

"That skirt is awfully tight." He comments and I glance back at him with a smirk while clicking the button that will send us to the top floor. "You don't like it?" I do a small twirl and his jaw feathers, I smile as I notice him gripping the handle of his briefcase particularly tight. "I don't like that others get to see you in it." He answers and I roll my eyes. "You know I'm only yours." I snake my arms around the back of his neck. "I want them to know that too." He looks to the doors of the elevator and I grin. "You know my rules." I remind and he sighs, looking down at me with creased brows. "We're alone now, aren't we?" His large hand comes up to my waist, spanning the area easily. "We are." I nod and push off of my heels, lifting up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. When I back away he looks up to the floor indicator. He smiles and crashes his lips down onto mine, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator. "We've got ten levels left," He mumbles against my lips and I grin wildly, pulling him closer.

He drops his briefcase so his hand can come under my thigh, lifting me up to be pressed against his chest and the wall behind me. His arm cradles beneath my thighs with his freehand roams anywhere it can find.

His mouth slots over mine, tongue swiping at my bottom lip and all I can do is let him in— parting my mouth just wide enough for him to take control, hand finding my jaw as he angles my face closer, so he can kiss me deeper. His tongue explores every crevice he can find, pushing me harder against the wall like he needed more like our clothes were in the way and he yearned for pure connection. I couldn't deny I wanted anything less either.

His fingers dig into my thigh as I yank him back onto me when he tries to pull away. His hips press hard against the area I needed him most and I let out a soft whimper, hands gripping his neatly pressed suit. "Az," I sigh out when he rolls his hips over mine again, leaving me utterly breathless. "Why don't we just go home? Take the day off?" He mutters into my mouth and gods, did it sound tempting. "We can't just leave," I shake my head and he pulls away. "The meeting room is soundproof." He reminds and I flush pink. "Or if you'd like to bring back old memories we can always just go to my office." He taunts and the color tinging my cheeks only becomes deeper, remembering the way he laid me onto his desk as he pressed into me, I had worn a particularly short dress that day and he couldn't keep his hands off of me.

"We get off a six don't we?" I ask and he gives me a saddened nod. I grab his hand on my cheek and look at the expensive watch on his hand, the one I got him for his birthday last year. "Only thirty more minutes, then we'll go home," I promise and he pouts, I lean in and kiss his frown. "I think you can make it." I rub my thumb along his jaw and he grumbles a curse. "I don't think so." He shakes his head, lips coming to mine again. I smile against the familiar feeling. The elevator dings and I quickly slip from his hold, heels coming back down onto the ground. I adjusted my tight skirt, he watched me as I did so. I looked up at him and he pecked my lips one last time. I grin as he backs away, reaching forward and wiping a film of pink lip gloss from the corner of his mouth.

The elevator doors open and I back up at least a yard. He picks his briefcase up before slipping from the space and out into the hall, I follow a few feet behind him.

He enters his large office, giving me one last look before reluctantly closing the door behind him. I take up my desk beside his door, leaning back in my comfortable chair as I take calls and add meetings to Azriel's calendar for the next half hour.

Azriel and I have been dating for a few years now, but I didn’t want our relationship to interfere with our work life, afraid that I’d get judged by my coworkers for sleeping with the boss, but it was more than that. Azriel didn’t even approach me at work— we had run into each other at a bar and he offered to buy me a drink, it blossomed from there. I doubted they could see my side, only recognize that I fucked my way into this office, that my pay isn’t from my hard work but because of my body. The thought made me want to hurl.

So I didn’t let Azriel show any public displays of affection during work hours— aside from when we were alone, because, gods, the male’s libido was through the roof.

I released a long sigh as I stretched my limbs out, tired from waking up so early, and the fact that Azriel had kept me up all night last night.

I shake my head from the lewd memories and look to the door where I saw Henson collecting his things. “Leaving?” I ask my coworker, getting up from my desk. “Yeah,” The male nodded. “I’m sorry for staying so late, I know you can’t leave until all of us are gone.” He sighs apologetically and I shake my head. “Nonsense, I had to catch up on a few more things anyway.” I wave him off and he nods with a polite smile.

His eyes linger on my bare legs and I shift on my heels uncomfortably, I look back toward Azriel’s office, making eye contact with him through the large window. “Do you have any weekend plans?” He asks and I whip my head back to him with an uneasy stare. “Uh,” I was going to the farmers' markets with Azriel, then we were supposed to go to dinner— and then stay in bed for the rest of the time we had off. The door opens behind me and I know Azriel’s leaning against the doorframe, I can practically feel him staring holes into my back, waiting for my answer. “I have plans with my boyfriend.” I shrug and Henson raises a blonde brow, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t know you were...” He searches for the right word. “Off limits?” Azriel chimes in from behind me and he couldn’t have been more obvious, I could practically feel his bloodlust from here. “Yeah.” He mutters and I smile softly. “It’s odd that you wouldn’t know, we’ve been dating for nearly five years now.” I cross my arms over my chest and his brows shoot up. “I actually, wish he’d propose soon.” I glance back to Azriel with yearning eyes and a smirk curves his lips. “How could he not?” Henson scoffs before quickly sealing his lips shut. I giggle and give him a polite smile. “That’s how I feel.” I joke and he nods with a relaxed smile, backing away on his heel.

“Right, well I hope you have fun with the lucky guy.” He replies with a nod, walking towards the door. “Have a nice weekend Henson.” I give him a small wave and then he’s gone, behind the doors leading to the stairwell.

A wide grin spreads on my lips, now that the branch is finally empty. Leaving just me and Azriel. I turn on my heel with a bright expression. I practically skip back to him. “Propose huh?” His hands come to my hips as he pulls me into his office and shuts the door behind me. I shrug innocently as he waltzes over to his desk, settling in his large black chair that seemed more like a throne.

“Az,” I call after a moment of silence. His head whips to me with wondering hazel eyes and I smile, relieving the tension between his brows. “Love,” He replies and I stroll towards him. “Everyone’s gone,” I inform. “We can go home.” I round his desk and come behind him, sliding my arms down his shoulders and propping my chin atop his. “I’m sorry my love I completely forgot I have this project that needs to be done by tomorrow.” He sighs, leaning back to look up at me, meaning we couldn’t go home. I frown, hands coming to his sharp cheekbones. “Then I suppose we’ll be having a late night in the office.” I smile down at him and he leans up, pecking my lips from upside down. “Come, sit in my lap until I finish.” He whispers against my lips. A smile tugs at my lips and I kick off my heels before straddling over his hips, arms coming around the back of his neck and my head coming to his shoulder, where I begin to trail chaste, reassuring kisses up his neck, my hands roaming his big arms, muscles ripping beneath his shirt.

He grunted out a low sound, I backed away, looking at him quizzically. “You’re very distracting.” He murmurs, hand coming to my thigh. “The sooner I finish the sooner we can go home, isn’t that what you want?” He asks and I nod. “Then no more touching, yeah?” He squeezes my thigh slightly. “Yes Sir.” I nod with a smirk, pulling his chest to press against mine as I rest on him. He grumbled a curse at the nickname, adjusting his hips beneath me.

I knew better than to go against his word, knew whatever work he was doing was important but— was it more important than me? I wrap my arms around him a little tighter, pushing those selfish thoughts away. I release a frustrated sigh, nuzzling my nose into the space between his neck and the collar of his black shirt, getting overwhelmed with the scent of cedar and night-chilled mist, as well as a small undertone of vanilla from when I washed his hair with my shampoo in the shower last night. My fingers weave into his dark waves, not thinking anything of it as I begin to scratch his scalp soothingly, running my hands through his black locks with a soft hum.

He sighs and sets his pen down, hands coming to my waist and lifting me onto the desk. My brows crease as I look at him with a soft expression. “What’d I just say, love?” He reprimands me in a light tone and I look away shamefully. His fingers come to the underside of my chin, tilting my head back towards him. “Answer me,” He raises his brows slightly. “You said not to distract you,” I mutter and he nods, hand moving from my chin to cup my jaw. “Do you think you can behave or do we need to go home?” He asks and I swallow thickly. I knew this was important, but gods did I need him, my body craved him— I was being selfish. “I’ll be good, promise.” I nod, nails digging into the desk slightly with the way his eyes drink me in. “Okay,” His gaze lingers on me for a beat longer before he pulls me back into his lap.

This time I stay purely still, hyper-aware of my movements as well as his, making sure to keep my hands rested on his shoulders and trying to ignore his large hands cradling my lower back, and my hips. His hand had somehow traveled beneath my blouse and began tracing shapes on my bare back, spelling out his name.

He released a soft sigh and leaned back in his chair, my head lifting from his shoulder as I looked at his weary expression. “All finished?” I ask excitedly and he nods with a content smile. “You work so hard.” I hum, hands coming to his cheeks, thumbs rubbing along his jaw. “I think when we get home I have a small reward planned for you.” I taunt and his arms wrap around me tighter. “Why wait until we get home?” He arches a brow and clears the papers on my desk before placing me down on it. “So needy,” I grin, leaning back against the dark wood as he stands, hovering over me, and the gaze in his eyes tells me it’d be a long night in the office indeed.

He wastes no time in pushing my overtly short skirt up, calloused hands gripping my thighs as he pulls me to the edge of his desk. His hands roamed higher, breath fanning over my neck as he sucked and bit at the most sensitive areas he could find, leaving marks I’d have to cover tomorrow. Just as his fingers were about to find my panty line the phone rang, I jumped at the sound and he groaned into my neck.

“Who the fuck is calling me,” He grumbled, my hand slipping into his hair as I tugged him away from the column of my throat. “Answer it Az,” I murmur and he looks at the phone with a cold stare before picking up the device and holding it to his ear

“What?” He gritted in a tone that made me fear for whoever was on the other end of the line. I hear a voice in reply but can’t make out any words. Azriel’s hands leave my body and he sighs, entirely annoyed. “Can’t you ask Cassian?” Azriel grumbles and I sit up on my elbows, watching him as he rolls his eyes at whatever the person on the phone is telling him. “Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” The dark-haired male grumbled before hanging up the phone. My shoulders slumped as I stared up at him.

“It was Rhys, he needs someone to watch Nyx— I’m apparently the emergency babysitter,” Azriel muttered, walking over to the coat rack and shrugging his jacket on, leaving me entirely needy on the desk. “I can drop you off at home first.” He informs while I walk over to him and rise onto my toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I’ll come with.” I grin at him. His gaze softens. “You don’t have to,” He shakes his head. “I want to,” I reassure. His eyes flick to the floor behind me. “Grab your shoes then.” He smiles and I rush to do as he says, slipping them on and walking over to him with a content expression. “I’ll make sure to treat you nicely all weekend then, okay?” He kisses the top of my ear and I nod. I knew that by treating me nicely, he meant we wouldn’t be leaving our bed.

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n3kk1tty · 4 months ago

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Imagine getting the X-Men into anime.

Your three friends had been trying to find you for hours. They had no clue where you had hidden yourself away in though I guess in hind sight checking your room would have been productive. Behind the door they could hear you singing along to some song that definitely wasn't English. When they cracked it open all three peaking in like some Scooby doo level of stacking on top of each other they spotted you bouncing along as you sang the opening song. Pajamas and messy hair evident with snacks galore no wonder they couldn't find you.

Kurt immediately took the opportunity to teleport standing above you snagging the chip bag from your hand as you tried rescuing your beloved snack from the blue fiend. " Hey not fair. Unhand my salty treat you fuzzy snack taxer." The man laughs at you shaking his head as he starts shoveling chips into his mouth. "Nein. It is your tax for disappearing after training." You blow a raspberry at him as you pull him down onto the oversized bean bag with you. " I got my new anime box set I'm doing some mental relaxation. "

Remy eyes the screen plopping down on his designated bean bag before Anna Marie joins suit. " Well this don't make no sense there not speaking English. How are you supposed to watch if you're reading at the bottom of the screen. " You let out a chuckle towards the Cajun as Kurt situates himself in your lap and the bean bag like a cat finding it's seat. " Aw I'm sorry Remy. I forgot you can't read but you did interrupt my bum time." The man huffs in response chucking one of your empty soda cans at you. Anna Marie can't help laughing as you two fight him throwing cans and you use your mutation to absorb the scrap metal. Kurt to tuned into the animated figures on screen to mind the constant movement going on.

After the three kept asking too many questions of what was going on after getting too invested you decided it wouldn't hurt to just restart the series and continue your binge fest with your friends. " If we're gonna binge anime y'all need to do this right. I'll put the first tape in and get the episode ready but you three need to go get pajamas on as well and fetch us some more snacks. " You pause throwing your wallet to Anna Marie. " I ordered chinese food for us all, make sure Remy doesn't steal my cash Anna when you guys see the delivery guy. " As you say this you can spot Jubilee heading back to her room across the hall. " Hey Jubes. You wanna come watch Ranma 1/2 with us. I just got the box set in today."

The girl looks excited but pauses for a moment. " Man I haven't finished the sailor moon set you let me borrow last week yet." You share a chuckle with the young girl ruffling her head. " Don't worry about it sparkler. It's not like no one's watched two series at once before. This is the last call though when they get back with the snacks I'm not restarting the series again. " The girl gets the message running into her room to change into some comfy clothes as you get another bean bag set. Staying in the mansion even quiet time alone can turn into a mini party.

You're not sure when Logan had joined the party but he had strolled in behind Remy when he had gone to pick up the Chinese. Thank god you got used to ordering bulk food because you never knew when someone would want some of what you were eating. Plopped on your bed Logan digged into the food making passing comments about the anime eventually getting sucked into it as well long after the food was gone. It was nice to be surrounded by friends while sharing something you enjoyed. After that night having anime nights became a thing in the mansion some how a revolving door of characters would show up.

It became such a thing you and Kurt would often mimic the fights on screen.

#xmen #drabble #imagine #x reader #nightcrawler #rogue xmen #jubilee #gambit #wolverine #ranma 1/2

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nethhiri · 7 days ago

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Chapter 61: In Front Of My Salad?

Warnings: sex, temporary genital reassigment

Waahhhhh! It took so long to get this to you guys and it ended up being almost 3x the length of a normal chapter. I hope that makes up for the break 😭

The only thing that could pry Kid off you was the dinner bell. He had you pinned to the wall as soon as you walked out of the brig, predictable as always. His hand gripped your hair, holding your mouth to his and you reciprocated. If you were a normal couple, the assorted gore splattered across your faces would probably turn you off, but you weren't normal, so it did quite the opposite. He clearly wasn't sated by jerking off for however long by the way he was grinding against you. You had to hold back from snickering at him. It was kind of cute that he missed you so badly. You missed him, too, but you had more self-control about it. Both Kid's stomach and his mouth growled at the bell. If he wasn't so hungry, he wouldn't have stopped.

"Ya wanna pick this up after we eat?" Kid lightly panted, orange eyes hopeful.

"I'll think about it." You may have let him pin you, but he still had some forgiveness to earn.

"HAH? What do ya mean yer gonna think about it?!"

You did snicker then, walking away from Kid to the mess hall. Kid ran past you, smacking your ass hard on the way and forcing an unexpected yelp out of you. He cackled but made the mistake of turning away from you to carry on walking. Two can play this game. You swiftly and silently walked up behind him and slapped both hands down on his cheeks before darting away. Without realizing it, you were giggling. When you turned to stick your tongue out at him, you saw that he was grinning in a way that made it hard not to let him catch you. He still had a playful energy, but it was different. You were familiar with that face. He might not actually stop for dinner if he caught you. He chased you around the halls, dodging crewmates just trying to go eat. Kid got close to snagging you, though he could never quite get a grasp, until he used his devil fruit to cheat. The wind was knocked out of you as metal wrapped around your center.

"Gotcha now, little mouse."

Kid was full on laughing, very pleased with his catch. It wouldn't last long. When he got closer, you used your own fruit to shrink just slightly enough to slip out of the metal. And, of course, before running back to the galley, you couldn't resist giving him a good spank again.

"You'll have to do better than that, kitty cat."

"I'M NOT A KITTY CAT!"

"Oooo da big puddy tat is angwy." You made a pouty face at him. You were really poking the bull here, but you loved making Kid mad. He was so cute when he was mad.

"YER GONNA BE SORRY YA LITTLE BITCH."

"Am I a bitch or a mouse? Make up your mind."

With a huff, Kid charged at you and you took off running again, giggling the entire time.

"YA WON'T BE LAUGHING WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YA!"

Maybe Kid got a little to into it. You were just about to slide through a doorway and Kid used his fruit to slam the door shut, which you, in turn, slammed into. You felt a soft crunch in your nose and a gush of warm wetness slide down your face. The force of the impact knocked you backwards right on your ass, dazing you for a second.

"FUCK! SORRY!"

You blinked unevenly and sat up. Your nose was definitely broken. It honestly didn't hurt that badly. You wiped away the wetness and looked at your hand, seeing the bright crimson of blood on the back. Kid's footsteps stopped behind you. When he got closer he bent down to get on your level, to make sure you were okay. About a second too late, he could tell from your face that he'd made a mistake. You grinned at him, blood still trickling from your nose.

"Oh shit," he muttered.

You popped him right in the nose, giving him a busted face to match your own. Then you leap-frogged over him while he still had his hand cradling his already fucked up nose. Now you both had blood gushing from your nose. You shoved him with your foot, knocking him over, before darting away. You turned to glare at him and he returned the lighthearted malice. It was on.

"Look at that. You made me as ugly as you." You wiped blood on your arm again.

"Ya didn't need my help to get there," Kid retorted.

"I'm gonna rearrange your face. Maybe that would be an improvement."

Kid bellowed out a laugh. "Try it, Rotten."

The two of you traded a few light punches, blocking each other so none of them actually landed. It didn't take long before you were throwing real punches between each other. Both of you were too competitive and too stubborn to let the other one get the upper hand. Still, you both held back, not really wanting to hurt the other. That lasted about thirty seconds. It was a bit nostalgic to beat the snot out of each other. It reminded you of when you first came aboard and you tried to kill each other every other day. The hallway was filled with hurled insults and assorted growling. You landed a hit on his Adam's apple and caused him to sputter. Using that opportunity, you got him in the stomach while he was too busy holding his throat to block you. Then, you put a kick right above his center of gravity, causing him to stumble backwards and fall. You jumped on him and the two of you grappled on the floor, trying to gain the upper hand. Kid pinned you down fairly soon after, using his size to his advantage.

He let out a raspy laugh. "Ready to admit defeat, pipsqueak!?"

No amount of hissing, spitting, or struggling was going to break you out of his grasp. There was only one thing left, your secret move: kiss with tongue. You leaned up and kissed him, licking the blood from his lower lip. It worked as you knew it would, immediately taking Kid's guard down. You pushed yourself out from under him, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back. Kid was forced to lay on his stomach. Your knee rested on his back and you leaned down to be close to his ear.

"I changed my mind. I'm not going to rearrange your face. I'm going to rearrange your guts." You purred. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

Kid made a noise between a whine and a growl, trying to cover up how much he actually did want that.

"Tell me you'll be a good boy for me."

"I'M NOT DOING THAT."

"C'mon... doesn't my good boy want to be pegged?"

Kid mumbled something.

"I can't hear you." You twisted his arm further.

"OW OW! YER GOOD BO-"

A throat cleared. You both looked toward the noise to see Killer, and everyone else in the mess hall. So you guys had made it to dinner after all. You let Kid go and stood up. Kid stayed on the floor and you raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"You good?" You bent down to make sure you didn't accidentally maim him in some way.

Kid harshly whispered back, "Just go! I have a raging fucking boner now ya asshole. I have ta wait a sec."

You snickered and turned to the staring faces. "What are you all staring at?" They didn't look away. "I'm not fuckin apologizing! Turn around and eat!" You made your way to sit next to Killer.

"You didn't get a plate."

"Feed me from yours."

You could practically see the steam come out of the holes in his mask as his neck turned pink. With your devil fruit, you healed your nose and some of the bruises. You also cleaned your face before eating. Kid finally fell into the chair beside you with a mountain of food in front of him as Killer offered you a bite from his plate. You made sure you kept as much eye contact as possible when you took food off Killer's fork, guaranteeing that you were about to have a long night. At first you only wanted to tease Kid, but maybe Killer would like to be in on it, too. You put a hand on Killer's thigh, giving it a squeeze when he gave you the next bite. You really played up the "mmm"s, too.

"I'm trying to fucking eat over here." Wire annoyedly said.

"Yeah and I'm trying to fuck and eat over here," you replied. "You're just jealous."

"Of what?"

"That Heat's not jerking you off under the table."

"YER JERKIN KILLER OFF UNDER THE TABLE!" Kid sprayed food, shouting in an accusatory tone.

You laughed. "Not yet."

Killer was holding your wrist, preventing you from moving further up his thigh. Of note, his grip was not very tight and he seemed to be considering letting go the more he fed you. Kid noticeably moved his chair closer on your other side.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

Kid scoffed. "Moving closer so ya can reach my dick."

"I'd rather give Wire and Heat a foot job." You could barely reach them with your feet from across the table, but you could do it.

Heat choked on his food.

"My horoscope said not to participate in foot stuff this week," Wire remarked.

"Your what now?"

Killer nudged you with his elbow and spoke lowly in your direction. "Don't say anything smart. He takes his sexstrology very seriously."

You gave him an incredulous look. His fucking what?

"Mine said I need a hand job under the table or I'll die," Kid said, before shoving more food into his mouth.

"What kind of funeral do you want?" You replied.

Killer added, "What should your headstone say?"

"FUCK BOTH OF YA!"

"Bet you'd like to," you smirked.

"Watch it or I'll carry ya off from this table right now!"

"Killer will save me. Right, Killer?"

"Of course. Can't let my darlin leave the table hungry." Killer gave you another bite from his plate to punctuate his reply.

"You all make me want to throw up." Wire curled his lip.

Heat sighed from the other side of the table, pushing his food around with his fork. "Man... now I really want a foot job."

"No feet until you finish your vegetables," Killer reminded him.

Heat groaned.

How you so loved your fucked up found family. One could say you loved Heat and Wire like brothers, but you had fucked them and that was frowned upon in three out of four oceans. Kid and Killer were probably closer to you than anyone had ever been. It was something you never imagined you would have. They were far from perfect to most, but to you they were pretty close. It was nice, being able to take it in with two eyes. This was your family now. This was your home. This was the first place that you could even call home. You'd never felt this comfortable during your time in the marines. Even when you were a captain, both in the marines and as a pirate, you never felt this way.

"How was today's torture?" Killer's words pulled you from your thoughts. He asked it in the same way someone would ask "How was your day at work, honey?"

"Eh, fine. I'm getting bored with them."

"Find anything out?"

"Not really. He wouldn't give up Von Kossa." You continued. "He said my ship was on Gomori island, but I don't know if I believe him."

"That's good, right?" Heat asked.

You shrugged. "I miss my ship. She served me well. But what use would I have for a ship? I'm part of this crew now. Victoria is my ship now."

"Aw you decided you liked us?" Killer playfully cooed.

"Just you, blondie." You leaned into him and looked up at his masked face.

"HAH?!" Kid protested.

You winked at him and blew a kiss, instantly lighting his face up with pink. That shut him up quickly.

He folded his arms and tried not to let his pink cheeks bother him. "That's what I fucking thought."

"So you're going to kill them?" Wire asked, getting back to the prisoners.

"Eventually. I did cut Warthin's skin off to send to marine HQ. I made them carve an apology into it." You tapped your fingers on the table like you were bored, Killer's arms now around you as you rested your head on his chest.

"Fuck yeah you should have seen 'er!" Kid went on, describing in great detail all your revenge endeavors loudly and with enthusiasm. "It was fuckin awesome. Plus, she's hot as fuck when she's being an evil bitch."

As Kid talked, even some of the more senior Kid Pirates turned white and excused themselves. In fact, a good portion of the crew left, glad that they were already done eating, and at risk of losing the food they just ate.

Kid gushing about you brought a small smile to the corner of your lips. "Kid ripped a guy's arm off with his devil fruit. Without using pieces of metal."

"What?" Heat leaned in, curious.

"There's iron in blood. No reason Kid shouldn't be able to control it."

Even Wire seemed impressed.

"I'm basically unstoppable now." Kid gloated. "I don't think we need to do any of this alliance bullshit."

"What alliance?" This was the first you were hearing of it.

Killer answered, "We're meeting Scratchman Apoo and Hawkins the Magician at one of our hideouts."

"I didn't even know you had a hideout."

"Yeah cuz it's a secret hideout." Kid said smugly.

You rolled your eyes. "I have to agree with Kid, as much as it pains me. We don't need an alliance."

Killer sighed. "The other supernovas have made alliances. I don't want us to be outnumbered if they decide to come after us."

He kind of had a point but that didn't make you like it any better. You didn't want to talk about business anyway. "I'm trying to form an alliance, too. Between my mouth and your-" Killer swiftly covered your mouth.

"Settle down. You'll get your alliance if you behave until everyone is done." Killer took meal time very seriously, evidenced by him slapping your hand away from his fly for the past twenty minutes.

"I don't want to behave."

"Come sit with me, bunny. I don't want ya to behave."

"Ooooo... Come sit with me, bunny." There was a chorus of echoes and cackling coming from the direction of Dive, Quincy, and Emma.

You sat up and shot a glare at them. They were among the last remaining crew in the mess hall. Heat rose to your cheeks as Kid used your more private pet name in front of your friends.

"Shut up!"

"Bunny is mad," Dive teased.

You clenched your teeth. Those traitors. How could they turn on you like this? You were about to bite off a retort to Kid, but now his lap was looking tempting. Even if it was only because you wanted to get back at your friends. You didn't really like public displays of affection. Public displays of lust though? That didn't fall under that category. They should know by now that you weren't shy. You raised an eyebrow at them, accepting the game they wanted to play, and hinting that you would win. You moved from your spot to stand in front of Kid, straddling his lap, looking over your shoulder pointedly at the girls.

"I hope you saved room for dessert." It killed you a little inside to say something so cheesy, but disgusting your friends was of utmost importance. You pulled your shirt off and tossed it away. Then you undid your pants and let them drop over your hips, sliding off the rest of the way when you moved Kid's empty plate and pushed yourself up on the table to take its place.

"OH FUCK YES I DID." Kid wasted no time pushing you down flat on the table, kissing all over your neck and chest.

Killer made a disapproving noise, though he had definitely also imagined it a time or two.

"We're still here!" Quincy protested.

"I don't mind an audience." This was a game of chicken that you weren't going to lose because you truly did not care who stayed to watch.

They lasted as long as it took for Kid to put your legs on his shoulders to eat you out, which was only about thirty seconds.

"No! Nope! You win! We're out of here." Quincy pushed the other two girls out with her.

You nudged Kid away and sat up cackling. Although you did want to finish this scene out, you still hadn't appropriately punished Kid. You couldn't let him have what he wanted that easily.

Wire was still eating like nothing had happened and Heat was noticeably uncomfortable but not for embarrassment reasons. With your eye, you could see Heat's heart rate spiking. Killer had his arms folded and was shaking his head at the both of you.

"Hah? What's the deal? I thought we were bangin." Kid was halfway irritated.

You leaned over and kissed Killer's mask. "Sorry, Kil." You leaned further and whispered in his ear. "Join us later?"

Killer tapped his fork on his plate, pointing to the last bite. Did he care that much if you cleared the plate? Not really, though he hated wasting food. Did he want to feed you while you were in your underwear on top of the table? Absolutely. And he would treasure that mental picture.

You rolled your eyes and let him give you the last bite. Then he nodded and gave you a hum of approval.

"Can you please move your big ass away from my dinner?" Wire's annoyed voice said.

"I'll put it right on your plate, big boy."

"I just wanted a pleasant, ass-free meal," Wire sighed.

Heat made a face. "Not what you said yesterday."

Wire smiled at him. "Your ass is much cuter than hers, my ember."

"Events in the crow's nest beg to differ," you smugly replied, getting off the table and picking your clothes up.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT! Kid pointed at Wire. "DID YA PISS ON MY GIRLFRIEND?! HAH? DID YA?"

Wire smirked arrogantly. "Everyone begs for it in the end."

Now the whole crow's nest thing was making sense, but more shocking than the implication Wire has claimed nearly every single person on this ship, were Kid's choice of words. You and Killer looked at each other, though for differing reasons.

"My?" Killer huffed. "How about our?"

"Girlfriend?" You blinked. "What the fuck? I'm not your girlfriend." When had that been decided?

Kid suddenly went red. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID! I SAID BURL FRIEND!" Kid sputtered. "THERE'S A BURL ON THE MAST THAT I PARTICULARLY LIKE."

Everyone stared at him skeptically.

Kid let out a frustrated growl and stomped off to his room. "SHUT UP!"

You stood there with your clothes in your hands. It was silent for a brief pause while everyone stared at each other.

Killer stuck a finger through one of the holes in his mask. "Nose goes."

Wire and Heat already had their fingers on their noses.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Your hand covered your nose. Was there something on it? Did you not fix it correctly?

"Last one to touch their nose has to goes." Killer was smirking under his mask. You knew he was.

You mumbled, "I was gonna goes- go anyway." You still fully intended on getting laid and it wasn't very hard to put Kid in a better mood with those intentions. Someone had to make sure the captain wasn't actually pissed.

When you got to Kid's cabin, you tossed your clothes on the ground. The shower was running. You contemplated joining him, but you wanted to give him time to calm down and you were already clean, courtesy of your devil fruit. You flopped on Kid's bed in the meantime, resting your eyes. There was a shift in weight on the bed that alerted you to Kid's presence. You must have dozed off lightly. He had a towel around his waist and his back was to you. Beads of water rolled down his broad back. You stretched and pulled yourself up, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. You leaned against his back and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Hey."

Kid grumbled.

You kissed his neck. "What's wrong? I thought it didn't bother you if I was with other people."

"It doesn't."

"So what is it?" It was probably the 'girlfriend' slip-up, but you weren't ready to talk about that yet. The term made you uncomfortable.

Kid didn't say anything.

Your hands meandered down his body until they met the edge of the towel, tugging it until it loosened up. He wasn't stopping you. "I missed you," you offered.

He turned slightly, maybe to see if you were being serious or not. "Missed ya, too. Brat."

"Me? A brat? I don't think so."

Kid turned fully, putting himself above your body. "Yer about the biggest brat I know."

You leaned back and pushed yourself back further on the bed so Kid had enough room. "What did I do?" You licked your lips with anticipation.

"Ya know what ya been doing. Teasin me all day when ya know how bad I want ya."

You rolled your eyes. "I was gonna fuck you eventually. No need to be dramatic about it."

"It's not about that." Kid grumbled. "Not completely."

"What do you mean?" You thought he'd been dying to fuck you.

Kid groaned. "Are ya really gonna make me explain?" His amber eyes met your own and flicked away. "I want ta be close to ya. Aye, I wanna fuck ya. But I want to lay with ya and hold ya, too. I missed ya so much, Rotten." Kid leaned down and kissed you. "So much... Yer never leaving my side."

"Yeah?" You kissed him back. "Ya gonna chain me up?"

"Gonna hafta make ya another collar." Kid grinned, tracing a finger over your neck.

"Make it a whole harness. Just to be safe." Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the sensation, reminding you how long it had been since you were with Kid intimately.

Kid continued to trace a design over your torso. "Anything for my bunny... What else does she want?"

Your eyes drifted up and down his large frame above you and grinned. You were finally able to look at him with two eyes. "To tease you just a little bit more."

Kid groaned and pressed his face into your neck, the low noise having a direct effect on your body.

"You said anything."

"Aye... but I thought ya were gonna say something sexy like "Yer giant fat cock, captain.""

You laughed. "It'll be worth your while." You splayed a hand on his chest and pushed him until he rolled onto his back. You took his place, now on top of him. When he still looked dubious, you added, "I'll do whatever you want next time."

"Ya sure ya wanna offer that?" He toyed with the band of your panties.

You straddled him, leaning down to bite his neck. "I know you'll show me a good time, captain." You knew he was especially partial to calling him by his title.

He wasted no time in ripping your bra and panties off, tossing the scraps to the floor. It took the entirety of his self-restraint to resist flipping you on your back and savaging you. He wanted to be inside you so badly. He took what he could get, kissing you hard until you pulled away to breathe, groping all the squishiest parts of your body until you restrained his hand. It was probably for the best that you decided to tease him first, because he didn't think he would last very long if you went straight to taking him. Even now, as your breath ghosted over his tip, it was so tempting to grab your head and push you down on it until you choked. Just thinking about it caused precum to ooze from his cock.

You licked the clear-ish fluid from the slit. "Leaking for me already? You did miss me."

Kid whined, dick twitching and releasing more thin fluid.

You spread the precum over his shaft with your hand. You swear that it felt bigger and harder than it normally did. It was tempting to stray from your plan and ride him for all he was worth. When his eyes closed, you took the opportunity. With your devil fruit, you incapacitated him. You left him able to feel everything, but he wasn't able to move. Then, very carefully, with precision, you took his dick. You weren't absolutely certain that you could do it, or that it would work. Yet, Kid's disembodied cock was in your hand, just as hard as it had been. It was a living dildo.

When Kid realized he couldn't move, his eyes flew open, and instantly noticed what was missing. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY COCK?!" He was panicked.

"Shhhh. I'll take good care of it." You showed it to him.

He watched with lust-filled eyes as you got it wet with your mouth, sticking it as far down your throat as you could without gagging. "I- I can't feel it!"

"You're not supposed to feel it. This is for my pleasure alone." You were still sitting on top of him and leaned back to give him a nice view. "I'm going to fuck myself and I'm going to cum all over your cock, and you won't feel a thing."

You let your legs fall open and you ran the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, spreading the wetness evenly over it. Then, just as if you were pleasuring yourself with a dildo, you pushed his cock into you. Kid's eyes were glued to where his cock was disappearing inside you. It had been too long since you last had Kid's girth splitting you in two. You wanted him to rail you within an inch of your life. This was a tease for both of you, though you could at least feel it.

Kid groaned. "Yer so fuckin wet." He didn't have a dick to twitch but he felt his balls tighten hearing the squelch of your cunt. He wanted to feel your slick all over his shaft, not just see it glint in the light. Kid was salivating, thinking about how good you would taste on his tongue and how he wanted to bury his face between your thighs. Anything. He needed to touch you.

You could see it in Kid’s face how desperate he was to get his hands on you. Thinking about giving him control back so he could ravish you made your cunt clench around his cock. He wasn’t the only one who was primed to finish early. He had you pent up since he had pinned you to the wall earlier. Hell, even fighting him made you a little wetter. And all the teasing at the table wasn’t just taunting him.

You brought the hand that was holding you up to rub your clit. It was a strain to stay sitting so that he could watch but it wouldn’t take long. You fucked yourself faster with your living dildo and made fast circles around your clit. Your breathing got heavier and your eyes struggled to stay open as you focused on your release. The fire in your belly was intensified from the burning in your abs of holding yourself up.

“Fuck yer almost there. Cum fer yer captain.” Kid encouraged.

A heady wail escaped your lips as the fire in your belly spread in waves through your body. “Oh fuck! M’cumming!”

The walls of your pussy clamped down on Kid’s disembodied shaft, spasming and twitching around it until your orgasm subsided. You let yourself lay back and catch your breath, Kid groaning in the background.

“Fuck my balls hurt.” Kid reached down to cradle them, well he thought he did, but he was still incapacitated. “I think… I came?”

“You did?”

“Aye… but there’s nowhere for my boys to go and now they’re fighting to get out,” Kid punctuated the sentence with another groan, one that wasn’t completely pain.

You removed Kid’s dick from inside you and sat up on him again, scooting lower so you could reattach his manhood.

“No!”

That took you off guard. “No?”

“I- had an idea.”

“But you said your nuts hurt.”

Kid whispered in a confused tone, “I think I kinda like it.”

“Do you now?” You grinned, leaning down to kiss his neck and fondling his balls with your hand. You gave them a gentle squeeze, increasing the pressure until he whined. “What’s this idea you have?”

“Will ya… will ya peg me with my own dick?”

“I know everyone says you’re stupid, but you’re a genius today.”

“HAH? Everyone says I’m stupid? WHO?”

“Shhh it’s okay. They’re mostly right.” You pressed your lips over his to shut him up and gave him control of his body back.

After a few minutes of figuring out the logistics of temporary penis attachment surgery, you used your devil fruit to make it happen. You didn’t give Kid your pussy, although that might be something fun to try later. You didn’t know what the mental consequences of willy nilly willy swapping would be. It could potentially induce some kind of dysphoria and you were not about to be responsible for that when this was supposed to be fun sex.

You stared down at the new appendage, appreciating the heft of it even when it was soft. It had lost its hardness in the attachment process. You gave it an experimental touch. It was a weird sensation. You had essentially replaced your clit with it since it was an analogous body part. You twisted your hips so it slapped your thighs with a rhythmic *plap plap plap plap*.

“Would ya stop playin with it and get it hard?”

“But it’s fun!” You tried to helicopter it but couldn’t get the motion right. “Besides… I think *you* need to get it hard.” You looked between him and it.

With only balls and a butthole to his name, Kid, almost timidly, took his own softened cock in his mouth. Your eyes widened for a moment at the sensation. It was like he was sucking on your clit, yet more than that. You didn’t have the words to describe it. Needless to say, you got hard almost instantly.

“Oh fuck. Now I know why you’re always taking so long in the fucking shower.” You grabbed his head and tried to make him gag on it like he did to you, yet he didn’t. It pissed you off a little that he was better at taking dick in his mouth than you were.

Kid wiped his mouth. “What? Ya didn’t think I could suck dick, princess?”

“Shut up and turn around. All fours er- all threes.”

Kid did as he was told, bitching about your “all threes” quip. He lost the ability to taunt you fairly soon after you lubed up your fingers and put them in his ass.

“Too bad you gave me your cock or I would give you a reach around, too.”

Kid groaned. His whiny groan turned into full moaning when you remembered how sensitive his balls were and started playing with them. You added another finger to his ass, though you were starting to doubt that your tiny hand was enough to prep him for his own huge dick.

“Just fucking put it in,” Kid growled.

“You need more time.”

“No the fuck I don’t. Fuck me already!” He said it as a command but the tone had the tiniest edge of desperation.

“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” You chided.

“I’m yer fucking cap-TAH AH!”

You squeezed his balls. “Sorry? What was that?”

You removed your fingers and wiped the excess down your shaft. Adding more to the tip, you pressed it against his opening. You heard him suck in a breath and stifle a moan as you pushed into him. For your own sake, you had to go slow. The feeling was so foreign, yet so pleasurable. You didn’t know if you could keep going if you came or not. In theory, you should, since it was wired the same as your clit in this context, though you still held it back. You didn’t want to come off as needy as Kid.

Kid buried his face in the pillow as you started moving, trying to muffle how much he was enjoying himself. You brought a hand down on the pale skin of his ass, forcing a startled yelp from him. You understood now why Kid liked this position so much when the roles were reversed. You had a lovely view of your cock disappearing inside him, his ass was in your hands, and you could stare at his beautiful, broad, muscular back.

After several minutes, when you got the hang of it, you gained some confidence. Your nails dug into Kid’s hips and pulled him harshly against you, not dissimilar to what he did to you when he pummeled your cervix. He gave up trying to hide his pleasure, now crying out with every thrust. Some of the cries sounded a bit more pained, no doubt in part to his balls still aching from the pressure of the release that couldn’t go anywhere. You slowed down, thinking that you heard something and trying to listen closer.

“Please… faster,” Kid was panting and his eyes were half-lidded, face turned to the side so he could see you.

Those eyes turned you on. They were lost in ecstasy. You reached up and stroked his hair away from his face to see them more clearly. “You’re so pretty like this.” You leaned over to kiss his back, unable to reach his face. “Can you show me that pretty face when you cum?”

He made an unintelligible mumble as you started fucking him faster again.

“Can’t hear you. Be a good boy and use your words.”

“Ah- Aye, Captain.”

Your lips curled up. You liked the sound of that. Curious, that Kid had spontaneously addressed you that way. Kid and Killer must play at some role reversal occasionally. You were wishing that you had thought ahead and made him wear a collar, because then you could grab it for leverage and also to choke him. The thought made your cunt clench around nothing. Poor girl, she was being neglected. You gave the room a cursory glance to see if any toys were in reach. You could get off Kid and grab one, yet the thought of unsheathing your cock from Kid’s asshole deterred you from that. It was so warm and tight around you. Now you understood why people with dicks had a hard time pulling out. You felt the coil in your center tighten.

“Ah fuck,” you groaned. “Your ass is sucking me in.” You slapped his other asscheek, giving it a red handprint to match the other.

Kid started moving in sync with you, throwing his hips back when you thrust forward.

You paused your thrusting, giving Kid a chance to set his own pace. “That’s right. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You shuddered and sighed as Kid moved up and down your shaft. Watching his ass bounce on it was mesmerizing. You didn’t expect that much jiggle from something so muscular. You moved your hips to his pace, letting him lead. As your thrusts went harder and deeper, Kid became more vocal. Kid’s moans filled the room, making you a bit jealous that you didn’t have the same satisfactory penetration. Again, you looked around for something to aid in your own pleasure.

This time when your eyes surveyed the room, there was motion in your vision. You could make out the form of a person but it was so far in your periphery, you couldn’t tell much more than that. With a startled yelp, you pulled out of Kid, dick making a comical *ploop* as it exited. To your relief, it was only Killer. He had joined you both at some point, as requested. He was lazily slumped back in a chair with his jeans pulled down and his hand was palming himself through his underwear. His head cocked to the side as he took notice of the new addition to your body.

“Is that…?” Killer made a curious noise. “I was wondering how you were doing that.”

He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his shirt as he made his way to the bed. Killer snaked his hand down Kid’s front, finding only balls. Kid flinched at his touch, still sensitive.

“Mm so full. Does it hurt?”

Kid nodded.

“Can you handle more?”

Kid took slightly longer but nodded again.

Killer hummed approvingly. “Good. I want you in tears.” Killer turned his attention to you. “Do you mind if I join?”

You found yourself at a loss for words as his hand stroked your newest appendage. You had been so close to finishing, it was quite sensitive. When you finally adjusted to the sensation and tried to answer him, he slipped his fingers into your cunt. He curled them at the same time he stroked your cock, bringing you right to the edge of finishing again, stopping just before you got there. He was doing this on purpose.

“Killer, you’re- such a fucking t-tease.”

“You almost had it, breadcrumb.” Killer slipped his fingers out of your cunt, admiring the strands of fluid clinging to his fingers. “But no one can fuck Kid like me.”

“He was about to finish!”

“No, I wasn’t,” Kid protested.

“Shut up, Kid.” You and Killer replied nearly in unison.

Kid made a low whine and returned his face to the pillow.

Killer returned his attention to you, “Don’t worry, my darlin. You’ll still get your chance. I’m gonna help you make him cum.”

“I don’t need- mmph.”

Killer shoved his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. With his body, he positioned you back behind Kid. You swallowed thickly, his hand never leaving your cock. In fact, he was stroking it faster. You whined protests around his fingers and squirmed, though the way his arms caged you, you had little choice but to let it happen. Killer was right behind you and you could feel his cock bump your entrance. Before you could even think about him pushing into you, his hand moving along your shaft had the coil in your center snapping. It was the strangest thing.

It felt similar to your normal orgasm, yet intensified. Killer moved the hand that was in your mouth to support you as you melted into him, not to mention he wanted to hear the wanton moans that left your mouth without any muffling.

When you regained awareness, you were relieved to see that your cock was still standing at full mast. You thought Killer was going to make you finish so that he could fuck Kid in your place. You made a face at Killer, who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You assumed. His helmet was still on but you knew him.

“Something wrong, darlin?”

“Take that helmet off and smirk at me to my face.”

He tweaked your nipple teasingly before doing as you asked. Instead of smirking, however, he took control of your mouth with his, pressing his lips to yours and wasting no time slipping his tongue in. Killer took your shaft in his hand again, this time positioning it to Kid’s asshole. He pushed his hips forward into yours, sinking you inside Kid. You whimpered as your oversensitive cock was overtaken by the tight ring of muscle.

“Let’s make our good boy cum together. That sound alright, darlin?” Killer spoke against your lips in a tone that you couldn’t say no to. Only Killer could get you and Kid to listen. Maybe he was some kind of brat whisperer.

Killer nuzzled his face in your neck, tilting your hips slightly so he could slip his own cock inside you. There was little resistance seeing as you had been edging for a while and had just orgasmed. You folded over Kid’s back, groaning, as Killer filled you. Killer waited for you to adjust and come back up before he moved. He held your hips to his so when he thrusted into you, you would thrust into Kid.

Within a few minutes, Kid was back to the state of moaning into the pillow. Kid cursed as the pace increased. Killer really did know just how to get him off. Kid was a whimpering, squirming mess underneath Killer and yourself, and Killer had made it happen a lot faster than you.

You turned to kiss Killer as he moved for the both of you. The feeling of both being inside Kid and Killer being inside you was overwhelming. It’s a good thing Killer was doing the moving because you would not have been able to focus on keeping a rhythm.

Killer grunted as he fucked into you, and Kid in turn, harder. You could tell Kid was close by the way his face contorted and he wailed Killer’s name.

“Fuck! Kil!”

You kissed Killer more fervently, spurned on by Kid’s cries. The coil was winding tight in your core again.

“Kil- I’m gonna-“ Kid let out a final moan, followed by noises like he was in pain.

You started to pull out but Killer stopped you.

“Uh-uh. Stay.” Killer pushed you to bend over Kid, so you were leaning on his back.

You pressed your face into Kid, Killer railing into you. He didn’t have to go that hard. You were already close and overstimulated.

“Oh! Fuck, Killer! Too much!” Your brain was fogged, only thoughts of cumming filled it. You were so close to finishing that the tightness of your core was starting to hurt. Somehow it wasn’t enough and too much at the same time.

“I don’t think so.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can.” Killer cooed, “Cum for me. You can do it.”

There were tears wetting Kid’s back. It was supposed to be Kid crying, not you.

Killer didn’t let up. You weren’t’ completely aware, but the movements that were still getting through to Kid were causing him a considerable amount of pain. His balls were under a lot of pressure.

Killer’s encouragement had you closer to the edge. His words coaxed you until you pushed through, finally letting go. The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. You bit down on Kid to keep from clenching your teeth together. The wave of endorphins ripped through your body. You tensed to keep from feeling like you were falling apart, then when the wave settled, let yourself relax, going limp between the two men.

“Fuck, it hurts,” Kid moaned.

“She didn’t even bite you that hard.” Killer chuckled.

“Not her, jackass! My fucking BALLS!”

Killer helped you roll off and onto your back to catch your breath on the bed.

“You think you could give Kid his dick back, darlin,” Killer rubbed your stomach as you recovered.

“MY NUTS ARE GOING TO EXPLODE!”

You groaned and nodded. After a few more breaths, you returned your anatomy to normal. You sat up with Kid’s dick in your hand and used your devil fruit to put it back, almost instantaneously causing a powerful spurt of cum to shoot straight up and splatter back down. You and Killer flinched.

Kid yelled at the sudden release. “FUUUUCK! OW! MY FUCKING SACK!”

When he stopped rolling around in pain, he inspected his member to make sure everything was restored to its former glory.

“Good fuck. I don’t think I want to do that again.”

You laughed weakly. “I think I should take the balls next time so I can nut for real.”

“I don’t want yer fucking cunt.” He covered his junk protectively to hide it from you.

Killer made an appreciative noise, eyes raking up and down your form. “I do.” He pushed your knees apart and slotted himself between them.

You were so lost in your head, floating in your own orgasm, that you ignored the blonde’s needs. His blue eyes flicked up to you, making sure it was okay to continue. Though you were exhausted, you held your hands out to embrace him as he positioned himself above you. Killer was always very considerate of your current state, and would not have batted an eye if you told him no.

He nuzzled you, whispering in your ear, “You sure?”

You answered him by pulling him into a kiss. It was less aggressive than before, yet still full of passion. It was deep and slow and loving. You hooked your legs over his hips and pulled him into you, arching your back to give him better access. Killer’s palm was broad against your back, supporting the arch. His other palm was spread over your breast, massaging the supple flesh.

You didn’t care if you came again, but Killer clearly wanted you to, and so did your audience of one. Kid’s hand turned your face to his, pressing his lips against yours. Killer used his free mouth to suck and bite at the skin of your neck. Then you flinched, feeling something cold and metallic pressed to your clit. You tried to see what it was and Kid laughed.

“Come on, bunny. Just one more fer Kil.” Kid said between kisses. “Treat him to yer wet, tight cunt. Let him feel ya squeeze him while he cums.”

A vibration against your clit had you screaming. Killer fucked you deep and slow, a change of pace from earlier. His groans and grunts were tugging you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me. I can’t finish until I feel your sweet pussy cum.” Killer held your face in his hand, pulling it towards him to steal kisses away from Kid. “Please, darlin. I have to feel you.”

“Y-yes, Killer.” You cried.

“That’s it. Cum on Killer’s cock.” Kid intensified the vibrations with his devil fruit.

“F-fuck! I can’t! No more!” You tossed your head side to side.

Killer tsked. “Don’t lie to me. If you wanted to stop, you’d use your safe word.”

You clamped down on Killer, his admonishment giving you the push you needed to cum. Several seconds longer and Killer grunted and cursed, emptying his full and aching balls into you. He panted over your shoulder, kissing you on the forehead before rolling off you.

Killer and Kid scooted closer to you, sandwiching you tightly between them. They both attacked your cheeks with kisses, Killer because he was showing affection, Kid because he knew it would annoy you. They smushed your face until you shoved your hands at their chests and made an irritated growl.

“Fuck off! No more!”

“You don’t want my kisses?” Killer feigned a pout.

“Y/N doesn’t want to be ours.” Kid huffed.

“Huh?!” You said incredulously. “I never said that.”

“Y/N said she isn’t our girlfriend.” Kid flicked your forehead.

You grumbled. “Is that the real reason you stormed off?”

Kid took a long time to answer. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Kid added, in an attempt to sound less like he cared, “Like I care if ya are or not.”

“I- hm.” You didn’t know how to respond.

“Go on.” Killer rubbed soothing circles into your palm as he intertwined his fingers and your own.

You mumbled something they couldn’t hear.

“Hm?” Killer prompted.

“Can we call it something else?”

“Hah? What do ya mean?”

“I- don’t like that term.” You bit your lip. “It just… doesn’t fit me. I’m not… I’m not a ‘girlfriend’.” You out the word in air quotes.

“What the fuck does that even mean?!” Kid frustratedly yelled.

“I’m not ever going to be a ‘girlfriend’ or ‘wife’. I’m too fucked up. I’m not the type of person to have a title like that. And it sounds lame.” You continued, rolling your eyes. “I’m just some murdering whore with good pussy and bad intentions.”

Killer laughed. “I don’t know about you, Captain, but I think that sounds like the ideal Pirate Queen to me.” Killer planted a kiss on your neck.

Kid grumbled. “I guess.” He continued grumbling as he pressed his nose into your hair and sighed. He added after about a minute, “So?”

“So…?” You questioned.

“So what do ya say to that?! Are ya dumb?!” Kid growled and turned his head slightly, arms folded, yet his eyes still waited for an answer from you.

You looked to Killer, whose eyes also waited on an answer from you. Your eyes flicked to the ceiling, unable to gaze upon your two bedmates. Your heart bumped into your ribcage as it pounded and your hands became clammy. They had a point, and you did want to be with them, more than anything you wanted in the world. You were uneasy about it, not sure if this would change anything between you three. You liked what you had with them.

“I don’t want to be the Pirate Queen. I just want to be at your side.”

“At the very least, I think you’ve graduated from Murderous Whore to Commander.” Killer looked pointedly at Kid.

“If ya won’t be my girlfriend, will ya be my Commander?”

You folded your arms. The problem you had with the other titles was the implication of possession by a person and an expectation of commitment. It made you uncomfortable. You knew it would be far from the traditional sense of the word, but it still had a specific meaning attached that you wanted no part of. Not to mention it implied that feelings were involved, and you couldn’t have people out here believing that you had those. ‘Commander’, though, that didn’t sound bad. You could at least agree that you had a commitment to this crew, and it would keep you at Kid and Killer’s side.

“Fine.” You added a stipulation. “As long as I don’t have to stop sleeping with my superiors.”

“Why ya always gotta be difficult, Rotten?”

“It’s because she loves us.” Killer pinched your cheek.

You slapped his hand away. “Quit that.” You could feel your cheeks burn as they flushed.

“Aye, Killer, ya might be right judgin by the sight of those bonnie red cheeks.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Stop looking.”

“Aw, bunny is hiding from her feelings, is she?” Kid teased.

“Shut up!” You pulled the sheets over your head.

“You’re one to talk, Kid,” Killer remarked.

“SHUT UP!”

Tag list: @bbnbhm @wgwingguns @nocturnalrorobin

#marooned #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #x reader #eustass kid x reader #one piece #massacre soldier killer x reader #kid x reader x killer

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 6 months ago

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Sorry to hear you're feeling shitty after your surgery. Don't worry, your nips are NOT going to fall off. Since you asked for fic requests, I've always wondered what Ed and Stede's very first night in their inn by the sea was like.

I love this one, thank you!! I'm feeling pretty good tonight (and significantly less worried about any nipple-related complications after checking in with my surgeon earlier and getting a thumbs-up on the healing so far).

Ed was trying not to think too hard about what Stede's last straw would be.

He was a really good sport about the awful smell, and even continued being a good sport when they discovered that the smell befouling the whole house turned out to be due to what was formerly some kind of animal rotting under the floorboards. Ed had a brief moment of worry when Stede got a bit pissed about Ed not wanting a hug after he came back from disposing of that whole mess, but they talked it through (as a crew of two) and Ed was happy to give Stede a hero's welcome after he washed up.

But they'd just kept running into snags. The sky roof (that's what Stede was calling the massive hole in the roof) was too big to cover with the spare canvas they'd brought for it, and Stede stuck his foot directly through some boards on the porch and needed to be rescued, and Ed attempted a sexy lean against a wall in a bid to get Stede to grab him by the hips and wound up going right through...

By nightfall, their list of things to patch before the house was safe for sleeping in had grown as tall as Ed, and they decided to just sleep outside.

Ed hated sleeping outside. It was hot, and he felt sweaty and gross, and there were bugs everywhere, and - oh shit, he was getting dirt on his shirt sleeve. And the worst part...

Stede was going to change his mind any second now.

Letting his breath out in a hitching jag, Ed glanced over at Stede, laying next to him on the blanket they'd spread out in the grass, who was looking up at the stars coming out in the sky, his hands crossed over his tummy. Noticing Ed was looking at him, Stede turned his head, his face breaking into a beaming smile -

"So," Ed managed, his voice watery, trying very hard not to blink because he was sure his tears would spill over. "Sorry it's not what you hoped for."

"Are you kidding?" Stede snorted, his hand moving almost instinctually between them to twine his fingers with Ed's. "I've got you with me. Everything else is just a bonus."

"I hate sleeping outside," Ed mumbled petulantly.

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" Stede wrinkled his nose - not making fun of Ed, just sympathetic. "Wanna do something about it?"

Before Ed knew it, they were propping up some of the extra canvas they'd brought on sticks around them in a makeshift tent, and maybe it was much less technically suitable if they cut a nice big hole in it above their heads so they could still see the stars, but they both really wanted to be able to see the stars. Stede used a broom to whack the worst of the leaf litter and general nature-y gunk away from their location, warning it very sternly to "leave poor Ed alone," and with their skills combined they were able to get some water going over a campfire to at least have something similar to their usual sleepytime tea.

And curled up together, Ed's head resting safely on Stede's chest, snuggled up safe from the rest of the world in their little makeshift tent...everything felt alright.

"Sorry the place sucks," Ed said.

"It's a fixer-upper," Stede said easily. "Good bones. Might take some patience! But as long as I've got you -"

Ed couldn't really help but smile, when Stede looked at him like that, like he hung every one of the stars up in the sky. "And as long as you're with me -"

"Yeah," Stede said, giving Ed a big cheesy wink just to make him laugh. "I think we'll be alright."

They'd have a busy day in the morning, when they'd have to start the task of actually trying to tackle the long, long list of issues with their new home. Probably, they'd spend most of the day trying to figure out which things were urgent to attend to and which were very urgent. There would be annoyances, and setbacks, and they'd probably have lots of silly little bickering arguments that ended with I'm sorry, I love you, I'm just stressed, and I know, I know you, I love you too. Tomorrow, the whole business of retirement would probably start to look a bit difficult.

For now, though? It was the easiest thing Ed had ever done.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic

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hockybish · 3 months ago

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Fluffy Ava and Jack

Their Bookstore

l Nightingale Au l Jack x Ava l masterlist l

"Remind me of the rules again?" Ava asked.

It was Jack's turn to plan date night. He chose a relatively low key restaurant. The place they usually go to when they didn't want the possibility of any of Jack's crazy fans to find them.

And then Jack drove them to their favorite go to bookstore. It was a small space with two stories, pack to the brim with book. Everything from new books to older first editions.

After most of their dates they will end up at the store, picking out a book or two to add to their collections. This time Jack a little bit of a different idea in mind.

"We get thirty minutes to complete the checklist and then meet in by the two lumpy chairs in the corner." Jack reminded her as he pulled into a parking space across from the store with the good candy.

"And what those tasks?"

"A cookbook with a recipe for next date night, a book about the place we should travel one back, a book our parents read to us as kids, and a book we really want to read" Jack smiled grabbing Ava's, guiding her safely across the way to the store.

"Do we have thirty minutes? I thought they closed in ten?" Ava frowned, checking her watch. They usually had to speed on through, taking their books home to read while they were tangled together on the couch.

"About that, I um, paid Georgie to stay open a little an hour longer for just us." He admitted. Ava smiled, reaching over to peck Jack on the cheek, giving her approval for the second half of their date.

They got in the store and hung their coats up on the rack by the door. Jack gave Georgie the store owner a little nod and set the timer. He held up three finger, counting down one two three and they were off.

Ava quickly ran upstairs to the children's section grabbing Norma Jean, Jumping Bean while Jack started in the cooking section selecting From Crook to Cook because how could a cookbook by Snoop Dogg be any good?

Once the timer sounded the couple found themselves in the back corner sitting in their favorite cozy chairs, exchanging their selections.

"Oh my god, why did you choose this book?" Ava laughed holding up The Perfect Couple.

"We watched the show, and I wanted to to compare the book to the show." Jack shrugged he was thumbing through the book on Italy Ava choose. "And because I knew you'd want to read it, so I figured we could read it together since I read all your books anyways."

"Awe you're too cute Babe!" She leafed through it quickly before she snagged the Italy book Jack was looking at, replacing it with one she had. "Start reading it to me?"

Jack couldn't resist his girlfriend's request. The hockey player got comfy, cleared his throat and started at the beginning. Ava's smiled got even bigger. She moved her chair as close to Jack's as possible. She leaned over and place her head on his shoulder.

An hour later, Jack was still reading the book, only to himself now. He had dogeared the spot he left off reading aloud since Ava nos was dropped over his lap, softly snoring. She had fallen asleep like twenty minutes ago.

"I'm sorry Jack, I've got to close the store now. It's late." Georgie finished with his organizing and stocking. It was around eleven pm, he just wanted to lock up and go home.

He didn't want to wake her, although he hadn't been there, he knew she hadn't been sleeping well, and now that she was, he wanted to let her for as long as she could

"Do you trust me?" Jack came up with an idea on the fly. "Leave the keys, when Av wakes up we'll leave. I promise no funny business."

"Fine. No funny business, I have cameras you know." The old man tossed the keys to Jack and winked at his favorite customers

#nightingale au #jack x ava #jack hughes #au thoughts #ava johnson #jack hughes x oc

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allmoshnobrain · 10 months ago

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 32 of 35 | masterpost

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I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, smut mentioned/implied

✧ Do you forgive me for all the ways that I missed you? / Did I ever not miss you? In my bones, in being myself / I could be no one else ✧

I woke up a few hours later with the sunlight peeking through the curtains, James' arms hugging me as he snored softly, his face tucked in the curve of my neck. I blinked, memories of the previous night rushing back, making my face warm and my stomach flutter with a million butterflies. Holy shit. That had really happened, right? We’d actually fucked?

I got up, nudging James' arms away, my face probably redder than a lobster. I headed to the bathroom, cranked up the shower, and hopped under the hot water, letting out a satisfied sigh as my body unwound. After the shower, as I brushed my teeth, it dawned on me that I’d forgotten to grab something to wear. Wrapped in a towel, I strolled back to the room only to find James was already awake.

“You look way hotter naked than I imagined, you know?” James grinned as he caught sight of me.

“Is that your version of 'good morning'?” I chuckled, hunting through my stuff for something to wear. He laughed, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, planting a light kiss on my lips. “Hey, mind if I use your shower?”

“Sure thing, but you might want to snag some fresh clothes from your own room,” I suggested, and he flashed a grin.

“Why don't you crash in my room for the rest of the tour? It's way more convenient, and besides…” James pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear, “We could have a rerun of last night as many times as we want, right?”

I hesitated, taking a step back. James frowned, seeming intrigued by my reaction.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “Am I that bad in bed?”

“Of course not!” I replied, maybe a bit too hastily, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

“What's bothering you, then?” he asked, gently holding my chin. I let out a sigh and glanced off.

“You might get upset.”

“Nah, I won't. You know you can tell me anything,” he drew me close again, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, my face warming up with how close we were. “What's going on?”

“It's just…” I sighed, a lump of pain forming in my throat. “James, Dave dumped me, thinking I cheated on him with you. It's messed up. And I... I really liked sleeping with you. A lot, seriously. But I can't help feeling bad…” I blinked, battling against the tears that were pushing through. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything; I'm screwing everything up…”

“No. You're not,” James whispered, gently rubbing my back with one hand. “You gotta quit thinking that. You're not screwing anything up.”

“It's all my fault, James,” I mumbled, my voice shaky as a couple of tears slipped out, making their way down my face. “I messed things up, and I couldn't even go after him to set things right 'cause I was scared. It's all my fucking fault.”

“Hey. Get over here,” he pulled me in closer, giving me a tight hug, and I sniffled, wiping my eyes with one hand while he gently rubbed my back. “You didn't mess up, Nore. You haven't wrecked anything, okay? I broke up with Pat 'cause I wanted to. And Dave... If you want, I can help you with that.”

“How so?” I asked, my voice shaky. He pulled back, looking at me, his blue eyes dead serious.

“If you're up for it, we can track him down when we're back. I'll help you explain the whole story. And if you wanna patch things up with him…” he paused, taking a deep breath like the thought pained him. “Nore, I'd rather fucking die than see you sad like this, even if it’s because you can't be with him.”

“James…” I whispered, my heart pounding at his words. Would he seriously go that far for me? Was he really willing to help me set things straight with Dave, even if it meant he might lose me in the process? Did he truly love me that much?

“It's just that, right now, there's a whole ocean between him and us,” James murmured, his lips edging closer to mine. “You can be my girl while we're here... And when we roll back, we'll figure out what's what.”

I let out a sigh as he kissed me, his hands eagerly roaming over my body until he unraveled the towel wrapped around me. One of his hands gripped my butt tight, while the other ventured to my breast, moving in slow circles, his thumb slowly teasing my nipple. I let out a soft moan as his lips traced my neck, a pleasant warmth spreading between my legs.

“I just got out of the shower,” I whispered, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“So what? We can hop in together later. I was thinking about fucking you in there too, anyway.”

“Quit it, James,” I moaned, my protest weakened by the evident longing in my voice.

He laughed and then yanked me onto the bed, positioning my knees around his hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair, his lips leisurely exploring mine, and moaned when he pulled my hips down, slowly sliding into me as I settled on his lap.

The morning was wrapping up when we finally strolled into the hotel's restaurant, spotting the rest of the band and Leanne, chitchatting as they polished off breakfast.

“Go snag a seat; I'll grab the food,” James suggested, tugging me in by the waist before whispering in my ear: “You've gotta be tired after riding me so good just now, huh?”

“Oh my God... James!” I griped, shoving him off as I felt my face getting all warm. He burst into laughter, heading for the buffet, and I rolled my eyes before joining the gang at the table. “Hey,” I greeted everyone as I took a seat, arching my eyebrows and furrowing my forehead when I got zero response. I blushed when I noticed all eyes on me — Kirk and Leanne with expectation in their eyes, Cliff throwing some side-eye, torn between suspicion and curiosity, and Lars barely containing his laughter. “Alright, spill it. What's the deal?”

“You telling us what happened?” Kirk chimed in, a big grin spreading across his face. I furrowed my brow.

“Nothing happened. What are you guys talking about?”

“Just that Pat went nuclear 'cause you and James disappeared together yesterday. Now she's MIA, and you two stroll in all cozy for breakfast like this?” Lars said, grinning like a goof too. ”So... what's the story?”

“Pat and James called it quits. She hightailed it back home,” I admitted, figuring there was no point in keeping it under wraps — everyone would catch on sooner or later.

“And you’re seriously gonna let us suffer in suspense? Spill the details!” Lea demanded, and I let out a groan.

James rolled back with two plates, plopping one in front of me before settling down and digging in. He took a few seconds, maybe longer, to catch onto everyone's eager stares at us.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full.

“What we're dying to know is if you two fucked or n…”.

“Lars!” I cut in, my face heating up. James nearly choked on his food, going red in the face too. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact, running a hand over my face.

“Oh my God. You guys totally did it, didn’t you?” Lars continued, now definitely cracking up. We stayed silent, but that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He leaped to his feet. “I called it!” he pointed triumphantly at Kirk and Leanne. “Pay up, you owe me ten bucks.”

“You guys placed bets on this?” I exclaimed, offended, getting up. “Cliff!” I turned to Cliff, hoping for some support in conveying how ridiculous this was, but he just shrugged.

“I have nothing to do with this.”

“What were you betting on?” James inquired, still a bit flushed but not nearly as bothered as I was. I stared at him, incredulous.

“I bet that you and Pat would split, and you'd turn to Nore for comfort, inevitably leading to... you know. Kirk bet on a threesome with you, Pat, and Nore…” I shot Kirk a wide-eyed look, and he grinned at me like it was just a casual proposition. “Lea bet that you would only sort things out come morning.”

“And you all think it's cool to start placing bets on my love life?” I demanded, annoyed.

“We're just stoked that you and James finally got your act together, Nore. It was about time.” Leanne chimed in with a grin.

“I fucking called it! I knew this day would come ever since I spotted you two making out on the bus.” Lars declared, victorious. I turned to him, eyes wide, and James tensed beside me.

“What do you mean you saw it?” I asked, while James exclaimed:

“Seriously, Lars? I thought you were knocked out!”

“Wait a sec. What do you mean they were making out on the bus?” Kirk inquired.

“You didn't tell us any of this! It's not cool to bet when you're holding back intel,” Leanne griped.

“I genuinely thought you were knocked out,” James reiterated, sounding incredulous. Lars chuckled.

“Well, in case you're not familiar with the idea, it's called pretending…”

“Shut it, you goofballs,” Cliff grumbled. “Everyone's eyeballing us.”

I huffed but settled back in the chair to eat, allowing James to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“So, are you two together now or what?” Lars prodded, and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck off, Lars.”

“Are you or not?”

“It's none of your fucking business,” James muttered. “Just zip it.”

I glanced at James and couldn't help but smile when our eyes connected. We carried on with our meal, and to my relief, the others shifted gears, chatting more about the shows and the trip rather than dissecting James and me. I sighed, a sudden realization hitting me that the hollowness that had lingered for the past few weeks had lightened in my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt almost complete, even with Dave not being there. For a fleeting moment, I almost allowed myself not to feel sad.

But then, James inadvertently brushed against the small blue stone on the bracelet that used to be Dave’s birthday gift, and in an instant, everything about Dave flooded back into my mind; his scent, his smile, the way he used to hold me. The way his lips always found the perfect spot against mine, and how he held me as if I would break with too much force. His voice, his hands, his strong arms around me, everything, everything about him.

I needed to find him again. I needed to explain everything; I needed him to understand that I loved him and had never stopped loving him, not even for a second. The idea of finding him frightened me, but the thought of never crossing paths with him again scared me even more. I needed to make things right.

Then, James' request echoed in my mind, and I let out a sigh. For now, I would let myself revel in the burst of happiness I'd stumbled upon in his embrace. I could make decisions later. I could figure out what I was really feeling. But for now, I could let myself forget that ache.

I could let myself be happy.

The rest of the tour flew by; now that James and I had sorted out our issues, the days felt lighter, and I started to feel a bit happy again. Of course, the fact that James couldn't keep his hands off me played a big part in that; we were always together, grabbing every chance we got to sneak away and get lost in each other's touch.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back home. Saying goodbye to James hit me way harder than I thought it would; I’d let myself love him fully in these past few days, no holds barred, but that didn't lessen how much I craved him one bit. If anything, with each passing day, I just wanted him more.

Nevertheless, I got back from the trip dead sure about one thing: I needed to patch things up with Dave. I had to lay it all out for him, spill every detail, even if it meant he might not want to hear it or worse, end up hating me. If my screw-up was keeping stuff under wraps to avoid hurting him, I was damn sure I wouldn't make that mistake again. Not if it meant risking losing someone I loved.

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?” James asked, cupping my face with one hand while the other hung onto my waist. We were saying goodbye at Los Angeles airport before he jetted back to San Francisco and I headed to Long Beach, but not for long; I had plans to swing back to LA the next weekend to have a chat with Dave and, well, Pat too. Figured some apologies were in order.

“I am. I swear I'll be fine,” I breathed, tiptoeing to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, pulling me into a tight hug, and I let out a soft chuckle.

“You're so damn brave,” he whispered, making my heart rush. “I'll miss you, you know?”

“We'll catch up soon,” I replied, stepping back and resting my hands on his chest. He smiled, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

“Yeah, but it won't be the same, will it?” he murmured, and I sighed, furrowing my brow a bit.

I had been dodging the thought, but James had a point: one way or another, I planned to sort things out with Dave this weekend. I was damn sure that meeting him again wouldn't be calm or easy, not when the ache for him was like a stormy sea in my chest.

Yet, I couldn't shake off how tight James and I had gotten in these last few days, how I’d let myself fall even more for him. I was torn, clueless about what to do. All I could wish for was that sorting things out with Dave about all that had happened in the past few months would clear up this emotional mess, help me make sense of it all.

"I gotta do this, Jamie," I murmured, cupping his face in my hands. He smiled, resigned, laying his hands on top of mine.

"I get it. How 'bout one last kiss? You know, for good luck." he suggested, and I couldn't help but chuckle, throwing my arms around his neck as I let him plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

The weekend rolled in quicker than I expected, shooting my anxiety through the roof. No matter how many times I'd rehearsed the speech and played out the scenarios in my head about facing Dave, when the moment finally arrived, I was way more jittery than I bargained for.

I hit up Pat's place first, thinking it might be a smoother conversation. Nervously, I rang the doorbell, sighing in anticipation. After a few minutes, the door swung open, revealing Pat.

I started to say hi, but she shut the door right in my face as soon as she laid eyes on me.

"Pat, come on!" I blurted, banging on the door. I hammered the doorbell — once, twice, three times — until she begrudgingly swung it open.

"What do you want?" she snarled. I raised my eyebrows, taken aback by her hostility.

"I want to talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Go away."

"Yeah, I don’t think so. We need to talk," I lit a cigarette and offered her the pack. "Want one?" She stayed silent, and I sighed, shoving the cigarette box back into my jacket pocket. "Pat, look... I know things got kinda..."

“Spare me your apologies," She cut me off. "I don't want to hear it. It's too easy for you to roll up here and apologize after swiping my boyfriend from me. I don't get why you even bothered introducing him to me. You think I didn't know you two were cozying up while you were still with Dave?”

I opened my mouth, floored.

“Pat, I didn't... That's not true.”

“No? Then why were you so bent out of shape that day at Mike's house when you caught James kissing me?" She inched closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my stomach doing somersaults and my face turning beet red when I realized she'd noticed how upset I got. Sure, I was a bit inebriated and stoned that day, but I genuinely believed Pat hadn't seen how messed up I felt seeing her with James. "If you and James weren't a thing, why did Dave kick you to the curb after I told him about you two?”

My whole world felt like it hit pause when she dropped that bomb. How could she have told Dave about James and me? Flashbacks of that day zipped through my brain like lightning; I didn't clue Dave in on my trip to snag my jacket from Mike's place, not because I was hiding stuff from him, but because I knew he wasn’t comfortable with anything related to Metallica, and I figured it'd be a quick in-and-out mission – grab the jacket and jet.

Yet somehow, for some wild reason, he’d tailed me. For months, I'd been scratching my head, wondering how Dave had known I'd be at Mike's place, how he was dead sure James and would be together behind his back, but that explanation couldn't be real. It just didn't make sense.

“You did... what?” I murmured, my voice shaky as my stomach did somersaults. The cigarette I had in my hand slipped through my fingers, thudding on the floor as my hands started to shake like crazy. “Pat, what the fuck did you do?”

“I told him everything, ” she smirked, clearly pleased with how her words threw me off, messing with my breathing in a cocktail of anger and despair. “James kept swearing you two weren't a thing, but I wasn't buying it. Did you really think I didn't notice the way he looked at you? Like, did you honestly believe I'd let you wreck everything? I figured if Dave knew, you'd have a fight, and he'd talk you out of hanging with James. I just didn't expect him to actually catch you two in the act and call it quits with you,” she came closer, giving me a little shove, and I balled my hands into fists. “But just when I figured you'd quit bugging me and James, they invited you on that damn tour. And guess what? I was right. You were together after all, weren’t you? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there.”

“You're a fucking bitch, ” I snapped, shaking with fury and barely holding back from taking a swing at her on the spot. “You really think this is cool? Spreading a load of bullshit about us? You don’t know shit about me and James. I’m lucky I showed up here and found out about all this, 'cause now he's for sure never gonna want to see you again.”

She took a step back, a glint of hurt flickering in her eyes for a split second before it got replaced by coldness, a mocking grin playing on her lips.

"What's that saying again? An eye for an eye?" she said, tilting her head back slightly and giving me a narrowed-eye look. "Dave won't want anything to do with you either, Nore. Not after his ex-best friend and his girlfriend double-crossed him like this. Do you think I give a damn if it's true or not? You snagged the guy I like, so I snagged the guy you love."

I took another step back. How could she just say that so casually, like it was no big deal? Like wrecking my relationship with Dave didn't matter, like hurting him and breaking both our hearts meant nothing? I felt my heart squeeze, my breath hitching as I grasped the full impact of it all; how Dave must've believed I’d genuinely stabbed him in the back, how bumping into James at Mike's place, alone with me, would have only fueled his suspicions.

And what was Pat blabbing about again? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there. What twisted version of the truth had Pat fed him before I had a chance to spill my own guts, to lay out my feelings, to let him know how much I've been hurting without him, how much I've been missing him? Did he really think I'd been cozying up with James since our split, not giving a damn about how he felt? Did he genuinely believe I'd ditch him like that?

I couldn't stick around there for one more second. I had to track down Dave immediately. I needed to tell him the truth, no twists, no fibs, no chitchat. I needed him to understand that I loved him. That yeah, I had feelings for James too, but I loved him ; that I had loved him first, that we could patch things up if we gave it a shot. That I needed him. That I didn't want to live without him.

I spun around without a backward glance, hustling to my motorcycle and firing it up. I zoomed through the streets of Los Angeles, maybe pushing the speed limit a bit until I hit the low-rise building where Dave and I used to live. I barged into the building like a tornado, sprinting up the stairs until I hit our old apartment’s floor. I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

But that dream didn't pan out; when I knocked on the door, I noticed it was already unlocked, exposing a totally vacant apartment. I barged in, frantic, scouring every room as if he might still be there, but he wasn't. He just wasn't there, and the realization hit me like a tidal wave, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. He wasn't there, and I had no clue how to find him.

I had lost him.

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✦ a/n: decided to put this note at the end so you guys wouldn't get spoilers for this part. I'm sorry for the heartbreaking twist (again) lol I promised Dave would be back and he will, but it'll take just a bit longer! Also, the epilogue is getting a little bigger than I expected, because I don't want to leave any plot points unanswered or rushed, so I will split it into a few parts (it won't be too many! it's all for the sake of the story and so we can get more Dave and James moments with Nore I promise lol)

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todayimfour · 1 year ago

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Raggedy Ann and Andy's First Slumber Party

A Raggedy Ann and Andy age regression fanfic by me!

Let me know if I should add trigger warnings! I'm not used to posting my writing

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Marcella is invited to a slumber party at her classmate's house to celebrate a set of twins' birthdays. She brings Ann and Andy to play/sleep with cuz it's her first sleepover. Ann is super excited but Andy hasn't been out of the house besides they're adventures in the deep dark woods so he's a bit nervous. He'd never admit it to anyone but Ann tho.

The first few hours of the sleepover went by quickly, Marcella set them both up at her sleeping bag by her pillow and went off to play with the other kids outside. This gave the two twin dollies a chance to meet the other kid's stuffed friends. They met a huge stuffed moose named Sammy, a plush cockatiel named Charlie who spoke in squeeks, a small cat full of plastic pellets named Fiona, and a stuffed dog named Frenchie. Ann was having such a great time meeting these new friends, Andy was doing his best to be friendly but he was having a hard time acclimating to the new environment. Something about this whole outing made his stuffing turn, he decided he would stick close to Ann. Purely so he could protect her if something happened, or at least, that's what he told himself.

After supper and cake all the kids rushed into the bedroom to grab their respective toys and bring them all to the birthday twin's shared playroom. It was a large bright room seemingly split through the middle between the two twins. One side felt similar to the nursery back home and the other was decorated with superheroes, zombies, even wrestlers. 'Great more toys to meet!' the ragdoll twins both thought with very different sentiments.

It was all going fine as the children played. Marcella was playing with the twin dollies, having a pretty fun time until one of the boys took Andy from Marcella's hand. It took all his effort not to come to life and rush back to his kid and sister. He was brought to the boyish side of the play room. There was almost a conflict between the children but then a woman came in to say it was time for a movie. The boy holding him tossed him back to Marcella and dashed out the door in a rush to find the best spot for movie watching, much of the other children followed suit. Marcella gave Andy a big hug before setting him down next to Ann and leaving the room. Once every toy was sure that no one would be coming back to the playroom the toys came to life once more.

"Oh Andy! Are you okay?" Ann exclaimed as she hugged her brother and checked a few of his more fragile stitches. Andy was struggling internally, it felt like this slumber party was only going to get worse and all he really wanted was for Ann to cuddle him and tell him it'll be okay. That they would be home soon. But he couldn't admit that out loud, not with all these new toys around that could judge him for being 'too soft'. Before he could get a word out to his sister a teddy bear approached the twin dollies. Andy stood behind his sister and held onto the loose sleeve of her dress.

"Looks like you got snagged by Michal, are you alright? No stitches popped" the bear asked kindly, "My name is Freddy, welcome to the play room! I'm sorry some of our kids play a bit rough" The bear, Freddy, seemed friendly. Andy nodded.

"That's one way to put it, who just grabs a toy out of another kid's hands at this age?" Andy asked halfheartedly. "Anyways I'm fine, thanks." Andy looks away, he didn't want to make nice with Freddy- or any of these other toys- he wanted to go home. Ann could sense the tension building in her brother and tried her best to keep the peace.

"oh- Andrew" she jabs playfully "Don't mind him, he's just grumpy. My name is Ann, it's nice to meet you Freddy! Your playroom is so nice! Much bigger than Marcella's nursery back home!" She and Freddy shook hands and began talking about... something. Andy wasn't paying attention. He decided he didn't want to be a part of this conversation anymore and walked off. He found a spot next to some building blocks that looked nice and sat down to settle himself.

He didn't like any of this, that much was obvious. He could feel a fuzziness creeping up in the corners of him mind, his regression. He really didn't want to do that here, not around toys he didn't know. Just the thought of it upset him. But he also thought about what Ann said, was he really being that grumpy? Was that his only two options? Grumpy or regressing? No, he needed to make some friends. He could have a good time here, just look at how great Ann is at making new friends! He decided, the next toy he sees he will try to befriend.

Not two seconds later an action figure came out of nowhere, crashing through the small tower made of blocks he was sitting by. He was a bit shorter than Andy was and he had a wrestling outfit on. 'oh sweet! a boys toy I could be friends with!' Andy puffed up his chest as he waited for the wrestler to get up and out of the tower's remains.

"that was wicked!!!" The action figure pops up yelling, facing a whole group of other figures. The wrestler ran back to the group and Andy followed.

"Hey guys, I'm Andy!" He put on a smile and held out his hand for a handshake like he's seen his sister do thousands of times before. The figures seemed to not notice him so he cleared his throat of any loose stuffing and tried again. "Hey guys, that was super cool! What games do you like to play?" A few of the plastic toys gave Andy the side eye and the toy in the middle of the crowd, a slightly taller toy with a removable biker helmet and molded on leather jacket and ripped jeans, approached Andy like he was bothered by having to look at the ragdoll.

"What do you want, Plush-Boy? We're busy." The dude said. "The tea party is that way, Doll" he pointed to where Ann and a group of other toys were playing a bored game. Andy was confused but tried his best to put on a genuine smile and he held out his hand again for a handshake.

"My name's Andy, what are you busy with? Maybe I could lend a hand?" The biker looked at Andy's hand and shook it. His mates behind him seemed surprised at this.

"No. You can't. You're far too soft for our stunts. You'll pop a stitch. Now get out of here and go back to the girls toy side." He said as if he were talking about something as mundane as the weather. The other figure behind him snickered and chuckled as they watched Andrew stammering.

"Hey- wait a minute! I'm no girls toy! I can do anything you guys can and probably better too." Andy defended himself, he didn't like being considered weak. Especially not by these... these hoodlums!

"Sure mate, you'll notice though.. none of us are wearing lipstick and mascara." The biker pointed out the stitching on Andy's face that looked like make-up. His goonies behind him were agreeing and exchanging high-fives as they laughed at the ragdoll. Before they could say anything else to him, Andy ran away.

He ran to his sister who was playing a board game, snakes and ladders, one of his favorites. He didn't ask to play though, he sat silently next to Ann and resigned himself to watching her play. He could still hear them across the room, he's sure if he looked they'd be laughing and pointing at him. It took all of his strength not to cry. He dug around in his overalls pocket for his paper flower, something that always made him feel less alone, upon finding it he put it safely in his lap. He smoothed out some of the crinkles in the petals, smiling sadly and humming quietly to himself. He hummed the song he and Ann always sung when one or both of them were feeling down, Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers. He was thankful for the ambient noise of the room so no one else could hear him. Or at least that's what he thought.

He was so deep in his own world he got startled when he felt Ann's arm wrap around his shoulders in a side-hug. After the initial scare he melted into his sister's embrace, leaning his head against her and closing his eyes. She leaned her head atop of his and they stayed like that until it was Ann's turn to play. She had to scoot forwards a bit and played one handed as she held Andy's hand. Andy paid more attention to the board and saw that the moose they met earlier had just won. They were all chatting and setting up for another round. As they were all ready to start Ann looked at him holding the two dice.

"Do you want to roll for me Andy? I could use some good luck," She asked with her perpetually kind smile. Andy nodded excitedly and rolled them, then Ann moved their piece. As the game went on it became more obvious to Ann that her brother had regressed, she wondered if he even realized it. Soon they were reaching the end of the game, it was what could be their last turn. Ann had to suppress a giggle when she saw just how seriously Andy was taking it. He shook the dice with both his hands before dropping them on the board, leaning in close to read what the numbers were. Three and five. Everyone else who saw had already put together the simple addition but waited for Andy. He counted the dots on the dice carefully. Eight.

"Annie!!! It's eight!! That's what we needed right?!" He spoke louder than he meant to in his excitement. Everyone at that board knew it was but we're playing like they didn't know so Andy could figure it out.

"Oh well, I just don't know Andy. Let's check!" So the two of them counted each pace with the player piece. The look on Andy's face when he realized they'd won was priceless. He was smiling ear to ear and got a few kind words from the other toys playing. He looked back at his big sister and she ruffled his hair through his hat. "See Andy? I knew you'd be good luck!" The boy beamed with pride, maybe this slumber party wasn't as bad as he thought!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WROTE A WHOLE LOT HERE AND THEN WAS DUM AND LOST IT ALL SO HERES THE CLIFF NOTES

I enjoyed writing this and I am inexperienced at writing so call me out if you find it necessary

If you know me IRL the stuffies that are named are mine, some of them are also my roommates

I really just wanted an excuse to write some hurt comfort, sue me.

If I find inspiration I might write more :)

I friggin love these guys :)))))

Tag list take two! (Thank you to everyone who liked or commented or reblogged my original post, it kept me motivated to write past what I originally thought I would!)

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blade-that-was-broken · 7 months ago

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I think I like the idea of Floyd happens to be in town for a gig, decides to go pay bruce a visit at his resort. Bruce is out at the moment doing something, Floyd asks one of the employees ( a newbie) for his brother but bc he doesn't know that jd there. They get JD instead. It takes him a minute but then wait are john dory?

Floyd? Bam reunion plus tears plus mini freak out when he realized jd leg is gone.

HAHA

I'll level up. Idk if this is REALLY what happens but let's see what I can do. I just can't quite make up my mind cause I kind of like the idea of things being linked with some music stuff but I'm also uncertain.

So I don't know what actually happens but I decided I'd use this prompt and word vomit something up anyways lol

Floyd didn't talk to any of his brothers much anymore.

It wasn't on purpose; it wasn't because of any anger or resentment or anything like that. He was just so busy, traveling so much, constantly on the move that it was difficult to find time for even a phone call when any one of them wasn't busy with something else. Branch was in school when Floyd had a lunch break. Clay was very often stuck in a lab or experiment when Floyd was about ready to go to bed - usually with the time difference. Bruce's full attention was constantly on his slew of young kids, wife and resort. It was a struggling process, but he had grown into mostly writing letters to his brothers rather than trying to catch them on the phone. It wasn't the best way of communication but at least he got more than a minute or two to talk to them and find out what was going on in their lives.

Floyd hadn't been to Bruce's resort in a couple of years. He hadn't seen him in a while. Any of his brothers really. It was a bit embarrassing, and Floyd was kind of ashamed of it. He was so busy, he barely had time for any of his brothers, especially Branch.

Even though there was a nine-year difference and a lot of times that kind of age gap made things difficult, Floyd tried to get along with his little brother the best he could. It was easy for a long time; his little brother just loved being around him. It didn't matter what they were doing but over time, as Branch got older, as Floyd had less time, things were far less easy.

Floyd wasn't even sure the last time he had seen his little brother face to face. It wouldn't be long until he graduated. He had to make sure he was there for that. Maybe he could get a hold of Branch or Gramma to see if there were any upcoming events, he could try to attend for him.

He was lucky, now, that his manager had managed to snag a gig in Hawaii. It wasn't super close to his brother's resort but at the very least, it was on the same island of Molokai, so he made his way to his brother's place of business.

He walked up towards the desk. There weren't many people around but Floyd couldn't quite recall the young woman at the desk. She was probably a bit younger than Floyd even. Then again, that wasn't strange. Although the turnover rate wasn't bad compared to other resorts and hotels, Floyd hadn't been here in years.

"Hi!" he greeted, leaning against the desk. "I don't think we've met? Or if we have I am so sorry, it's been a while since I've stopped by."

"We haven't..." the desk clerk looked at him a little confused.

"My name is Floyd," he replied with a smile.

The clerk blinked. "Oh. Yeah, I've heard about you." She had a bit of an accent, something from a southern area but Floyd wouldn't be able to know what it was. Her hair was pulled back and her attire neat but colorful. She looked like she fit right in, although Floyd didn't think she was a native of the island.

"I'm looking for my brother?"

The clerk looked up, a little confused. "Which one?"

There was no way that Clay was here visiting Bruce. Floyd was pretty sure Clay had never set foot on the island before. And Gramma wasn't really in a place to travel, much less to Hawaii so the chances of Branch, of all people being here were slim to none. "Uh... the one that is here?" his voice came out unclear and even more confused than the clerk.

A younger man came up to him, bringing a stack of papers and a snack. He was dressed in military fatigues, but he had no qualms about approaching. "Hey, I'm gonna be headin' off," the young man said, barely acknowledging Floyd. His accent was about the same as the woman's, although he was a little surprised by the attire. He seemed a little young to be in the military. "I already said my goodbyes to everyone else, but it shouldn't be long until I'm back, okay?"

"I understand," the woman replied, nodding. "I'll be okay, I promise."

"You'll be taken care of here," he added.

"I will take care of him too," she replied, knowingly.

The man finally looked over at Floyd, as if just noticing he was there. His head tilted a little. "You kinda look familiar."

"I'm Floyd," he started.

The young man looked surprised and then looked over at the desk clerk, as if for confirmation. "He's looking for his brother. Do you know where he is?"

"He's outside. I just saw him," the man said and didn't wait to dial a number on his phone. "Sir?"

Sir? Floyd had never known Bruce to be so formal and demanding of titles with his employees. He didn't think he had ever heard anyone call his brother sir.

"I'm at the front desk with Tam," he continued, calmly. "Yeah, I'm about to head out. There is a Floyd here to see you. Do you want me to make him go to you? I know it's not...okay, yeah. I suppose the practice would be beneficial, considering," he said in the phone, although he frowned a little.

Afterwards he hung up.

"He'll be here in a few minutes," the man said, shouldering a bag. It must have been on the floor before. "I have to go, otherwise I'm going to miss my flight. Stay out of trouble, okay?"

The woman - Tam? - nodded. "Of course. Good luck. Be careful."

"Uhm, thanks," Floyd said awkwardly as the man started to leave. "Do you... do you mind if I have a name?"

The man looked over at him curiously. "Oh. Right. Tresillo. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Right, thanks."

And with that, he was gone. Floyd turned back to the desk, the woman typing on the computer like nothing happened although he did notice there was a bite missing from the snack she had been brought. "You can go sit down," she said, not glancing up at him. "It's going to be a few minutes. He's still getting used to moving."

Floyd had literally zero idea what that meant but he went and took a seat in the lobby, starting to scroll on his phone. He wasn't sure how long he waited for bit he heard some strange clacking on the tile floors. He thought nothing of it at first.

"Yeah. He said his name was Floyd and he was looking for his brother," he heard the desk lady say. "He's over there, John."

John?

Floyd asked for his brother.

Bruce's name was not John. Neither was Clay or Branch's.

Floyd's head swiveled towards her; nose scrunched in confusion, standing up at the same time. There was a stocky built man at the desk near her, short dark hair, dressed in shorts and a funky Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't abnormal, by any means.

There was something abnormal, that was for sure, but Floyd was trained too much on the man's face to actually notice anything else. He looked so eerily familiar. In fact, if Floyd didn't know any better, he might have thought it was Branch as an adult, dying his hair a little lighter and getting in some kind of crash or something. A large chunk of his face was scattered in still healing scars. Floyd stood up and walked over, a bit confused. It was probably fairly evident, considering the man could barely meet his eyes.

"Hi Floyd," he greeted.

Floyd just stopped short, several feet away. That voice.

"It's been... a long time and Bruce thought it would be better broken to you in person so that's why he hasn't mentioned anything," the man said, leaning on the desk awkwardly. "And considering how young you were when I left and the fact that apparently our mother decided I was no longer to exist, you might not exactly remember me. Definitely not recognize me considering well, me but uh..."

"Your voice..." Floyd just said. "I can't...I know it."

"Oh," the man flushed a little. "I used to sing lullabies to you guys when you were babies and toddlers. You and Branch seemed to like them the most he admitted. I'm your brother, John Dory."

John Dory.

What.

"JD?"

John brightened a little. "Yeah. Uhm...I know it's been a while and I definitely look a lot different but..."

Floyd scanned him, like he had to verify for himself or something. He wasn't entirely certain way.

But he did figure out what was abnormal.

Why John was leaning strangely.

He was on crutches.

Not just on crutches - nearly his entire left leg was missing.

Floyd was staring.

"Oh yeah, the leg," John said. It sounded rehearsed, like he had said it over and over and over again. "No, I don't know where it is-.”

Floyd just started sobbing uncontrollably, his brain entirely emptying of thoughts. He had no idea what to say, what to do. His mind was entirely mush aside that his big brother was here. Right in front of him without a freaking leg and Floyd had forgotten about him. He just forgot. How could he do that? How could that have happened?

“Floyd?”

He didn’t know how he got closer or when or whatever but suddenly he was right there and he shoved himself into his big brother’s chest and continued to cry. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and after that, he didn’t remember much.

#soldier on au #I thought I was gonna like it and now I don’t oops

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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6 - The Day before Cuba

Part 7

Battle of Heart and Mind

If you all have any good ship name suggestions for Erik and Addi drop them below in the comments ☺️

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It was almost two in the morning when I was sitting awake in the corner chair inside our hotel room. I knew by now most people believed we were together but that was far from the truth. The hotel door creaked open. “I’m shocked to see you're still awake.”

“Yes we'll, I couldn't sleep.” I responded by never looking up from the book I was reading. Stuck on the same page for an hour.

Erik began removing his boots at the door. “What are you reading tonight?”

“I’m attempting to teach myself chess but I’m clearly terrible at it.” I answered his question.

He pauses in the doorway. “You’re learning chess. Whatever for?”

Rolling my eyes I don’t know why he acted so shocked. I spent most of my time stuck in the room by myself. “Have you ever considered that I might be bored when you’re not here hmm?” Shifting my gaze back to the page of the chess book in front of me.

“You could have said something. Or come with me when I go out for the day.” He suggested to me eyeing the map with all the markers on the wall dealing with my father.

I sniped back. “I have no interest in killing Nazi men, Erik. I know why you do so but that isn’t me.”

“Oh yeah. But this is you?” He picked up the only picture I had of my mother when she was with my father. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and she was pregnant in the photo. “What do you intend on doing with this picture? Carry it around for the rest of your life hoping the answer will hit you in the head.”

Glaring at him I turned the lamp light on a little brighter. “Don’t act like you care.”

“I lost my mother because of your family. And here you are so concerned as to why she left.” Erik turned to face me sitting the picture down on the table.

Shutting the book harshly in my lap I rose to my feet. “I’m sorry about your mother. But have you ever considered that I am afraid to find out why she left.”

“I hadn’t considered that, Addison.” He admitted lowering his gaze.

Lifting my gaze up to his stone eyes. “You should consider that you don’t know a lot about me. I’m going to bed.”

“No, don't.” He snagged my wrist when I went to walk past him, throwing my hair in my face. I turned my attention to him. “You’re right I don’t know you. So tell me about yourself.”

I couldn’t believe he was asking to know me. “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not drunk, Addison. I am trying here.” He fought back, still holding onto my wrist.

Yanking my wrist from his hand I pushed past him sitting back down in the chair I was in earlier. He watched me pulling up the side desk chair to the coffee table. “So the life of Addison Shaw is pretty boring. Only child, mother abandoned me when I was a baby and my father…didn’t really raise me after I turned fourteen.”

“My turn then I suppose. Only as a child, I was just like any normal kid until the day we went into the camps.” He lowered his gaze reaching underneath the coffee table. He sets a tiny chess board on the table in front of us.

I parted my lips, twiddling my thumbs together in my lap. “So how do we start the game?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.” He reassured me using his powers to move the piece across the board. Clasping my hands together I let my mind try and focus on the game before me. For once thinking he might let me see the side of him he keeps hidden.

Rolling over onto my back I stretched out in the bed that I was laying in. The blanket pulled up almost all the way over my chest. I wasn’t sure what time it was but I knew we had stayed out later than we intended too. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I smiled lightly seeing Erik staring at me. “It’s creepy to watch someone sleep, you know.”

“Hmm that’s strange coming from you. Weren’t you the one who said you would be there if I needed you?” He questioned me, holding his head up by his hand on the side of his head.

Laying on my side to face him I was surprised. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”

“I have actually paid attention to what you say, Addison.” He says to me,

Raising a brow at him I felt that I needed to ask the question that I always had wondered since the day we had run away together. Everybody else that we had met called me by my nickname except for him. “Why do you do that exactly?”

“Do what?” Erik asked me.

I replied to him sitting upright against the pillow but still had the blankets pulled over me so I didn’t get cold. “Everyone else here calls me Addi like I asked them to. Everyone but you. You call me Addison even though you know I don’t like it. So I wanna know why?”

“Is this really that much of a worry to you?” He sat upright against the headboard arms behind his head.

Rolling my eyes I hit his chest seeing he was trying to joke here. “Yes I’m being serious. I want to know why.”

“I’ve only ever heard your full name be used by your father. It wouldn’t seem right to call you anything but that. Unless you’d rather have me call you Shaw girl like I used to.” Erik focused his gaze down onto mine.

Shoving my hands against his chest I scoffed at him. “I just want the answer to my question, Lehnsherr.”

“The answer is that….It makes me think we have something more special than everyone else you’ve met.” He leans forward creating a very tiny gap between us. I leaned my head forward closing the gap between us.

He raised a hand to my cheek cradling it gently. Gripping the fabric of his shirt I deepened the kiss until we heard somebody knock on the door. “Erik. It's time for training.” Charles's voice could be heard on the other side.

“You've got to be kidding me.” I grumbled under my breath.

He raised a hand to his lips. “Just keep your voice down and maybe he'll go away.”

The plan actually would have worked if my stomach had to start growling like crazy. I tried to calm my mind figuring that Charles probably wasn't going to leave. “Erik, you agreed to train with me earlier this morning. Then I will leave you to sulk over Addi and whatever feelings you have for her.”

“I have to go. I'll see you later.” I told Erik slowly climbing out of the bed trying to not make the wooden floor creak.

He sat upright on the bed slipping his boots on. “You owe me, Addison.”

“Addi, just say it please.” I snapped my head up, sending him a glare.

Erik steps towards me using his powers to drag me into him by the metal coin necklace. “Hmm…How about over a drink later, Addison.”

“Deal.” I agreed grumbling under my breath spinning on my heels facing the door where he slipped into the hallway. Waiting a few minutes I eventually left the bedroom going straight for the kitchen. Rummaging around in the cabinet I made myself a cup of coffee about to take a drink until someone uttered.

“You aren't very subtle.”

'`Jesus christ!’ I shrieked, levitating a knife at whoever was behind me.

Raven jumps backwards seeing the knife hovering in her face. “Sorry didn't mean to scare you.”

“Well , you did. Now what did you mean by "I am not good at being subtle?” I questioned the blonde dropping the knife to the island countertop and gripping my coffee cup in my hands.

She walked over and stood on the other side of the island. “It’s written all over your face that you spent time with Erik last night.”

“Oh gosh really?” I covered my face with one hand.

She smiled, beginning to tease me like we were in school gossiping over boys and such things that I would have liked if it didn’t involve me and Erik personally. “So what happened last night. Did you two know…” She pounded the air upward with her fist.

“Ew no. Raven, I hadn’t even kissed anyone until last night. We’re in no way close to that point.” I told her gagging on my drink, my face turning bright red just thinking about it.

Raven sent me a raised brow. “I knew there was something going on with you two. Boom, I knew it!”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” I ran a hand through my hair taking a long sip of my coffee.

The shapeshifter still was over the moon about us. “This is a huge deal. I mean everybody else thought that you two would rip each other’s head off. What with all the tension surrounding you, but not me. Ohh you’ll a couple name.”

“Raven, I don’t think you can call us a couple. We’ve only kissed one time.”

She wasn’t backing down though. “Yes but you want to kiss him again, don't you?”

“I….uh…maybe.” I stammered off sitting my empty cup down and covering my face with my hands while leaning my body into the island.

She squealed, throwing her arms around me in a tight but comfortable hug. I hugged her back lightly watching her run out of the room. “I will get back to you on that couple name.”

For the remainder of the day I just had the house all to myself until Hank came into the living room calling my attention. “Addi, come watch. Banshee is going to try and fly again.” I followed him up onto the large satellite that was outside of the mansion seeing that they had given him wings in his suit.

“And you truly believe I'll fly this time?” The kid asked.

Charles said. “Unreservedly.”

“I trust you.” Banshee says

Charles nodded. “I'm touched.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I was standing beside Erik eyeing the kid who was clearly panicking. “I'm gonna die!”

“Look, we're not going to make you do anything you don't feel…” Charles trailed off.

Erik gently pushed the kid off the edge. “Here, let me help.”

Scrambling to the edge of the railing I gripped the vars where Charles screamed out in pure panic. “Erik!”

Banshee began quickly falling down towards the ground where everyone thought he was going to get hurt. Yet he started screaming loudly and he flew up into the air. “Oh thank god….I am so going to kick your ass.” Glaring at Erik with my hair blowing in my face.

“What? You know you were thinking the same.” Erik chuckled placing his hand over mine until I slapped him lightly on the arm.

“The president is about to make his address.’ Everyone climbed down to the ground hearing the lady from the CIA call our attention before we all rushed back inside the house.

Gathered together in the living room in front of the TV it was declared to the world that a war was coming. “It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any nuclear missile crossing the embargo line that surrounds Cuba as an attack by the Soviet union on the United States requiring a full retaliatory response upon the Soviet union…”

Erik stands beside me. “That's where we're going to find Shaw.”

Raven questions him. “How do you know?”

“Two superpowers facing off and he wants to start world war III. He won't leave anything to chance.” Charles explained.

“So much for diplomacy.” Erik glanced down at me, quietly leaving the room only saying the final word to me in a whisper. “I suggest you all get a good night's sleep…and it's time we have that drink.”

Slipping on a light blue sweatshirt and some leggings I made my way through the mansion finding Erik sitting in front of the fireplace. Rounding the couch edge I sat down beside him. “So tomorrow's the big day. I'm not sure I'll be able to get much sleep.”

“We will just have to try.” He paused in his sentence pouring me some drink into my glass handing it to me. “You do realize what I'll do when we locate Shaw right?”

“Yes I know.” Taking the glass from his hand I felt the burning taste go down my throat when I drank the Bourbon. “What will you do once he's gone?”

Erik took a long sip from his glass. “Not sure. What are you afraid I'll leave you?”

“Maybe I am. We've been there for each other our entire lives almost.” I admit tapping my fingers on the glass looking into the flame burning in the fireplace.

Erik shifted his gaze over to me silently watching the blonde at his side. He wasn't sure how strong his feelings for her were. He just knew that he never wanted to hurt her intentionally. “You don't need to worry, Addison. Remember what I taught you in chess.”

“A king always needs his queen.” I mumbled back to him with a soft tone and a smile on my face.

Erik finished his drink getting up to stand offering me his freehand tugging me up with him. He put our glasses on the table and lifted the coin in between his thumb and index finger. “I'll need this back tomorrow, Addi.”

“Don't you worry, Erik. You'll know where it is the entire time.” I nodded, lifting my gaze to meet his brown eyes. He focused his gaze on me standing close to me briefly before we separated and headed off to bed.

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