#still won't accept she's a brunette

[wileys-russo]

looks can be deceiving II a.russo x reader

you all asked, here's the answer. secretly soft biker gf (au) lessi looks can be decieving II a.russo x reader

"so where's your guard dog today then?" you playfully shoved your best friend with a roll of your eyes at the question as the two of you walked across campus toward the parking lot.

"at work i think, she was gone by the time i woke up." you shrugged, not having spoken very much to your girlfriend given she was far from the worlds best texter and you'd been in exams all day.

"and you're fine with just assuming that? you don't feel the need to like check in?" your best friend asked in disbelief. "well yeah? she told me she was working today, i believe her. it's called trust, maybe you've heard of it!" you teased, smacking her arm.

"i guess she doesn't really have any friends she could be hanging round with anyway." you pinched her for the comment as the girl whined and pushed you away. "don't be rude!" you warned seriously, not accepting anyone speaking badly of your girlfriend, even your best friend.

"i still can't believe you're with her." the girl beside you shook her head as you sent her a look. "and what's that supposed to mean?" you challenged, stopping in front of her with your arms crossed. "she's so...rough?" your best friend analysed with a grimace, unable to really find the words to describe the girl you were so head over heels for.

"you're judging her without knowing her, again." you sighed, the two of you resuming your walking, having just finished your final exam for the day. "because you won't let me meet her properly! you've been seeing her for like four months and i think i've heard her say about ten words?" your best friend chastised.

"she's just independent. and every time i invite you to hang out with us you get all weird about it and make her uncomfortable!" you warned, having admittedly been trying to get the two women to spend some time together with you but so far you'd had no success at all.

"i make her uncomfortable?? she makes me uncomfortable she looks at me like she wants to stab me!" your best friend huffed. "no she doesn't, she's really sweet. plus she treats me well and makes me very happy, isn't that enough for you as my best and most loyal friend?" you gave the girl beside you puppy dog eyes who groaned and pushed your head away.

"didn't she eat the head off a bat once for a dare?" the brunette beside you asked with a grimace, you scoffed at the question. though before you could answer a new voice rang out behind you.

"yeah, was a bit crunchy though. you want me to get you one to try?" you spun around at the familiar accent, your whole face lighting up at the sight of your girlfriend. "lessi!" you beamed, jumping on her as the taller girl easily caught you in her arms.

"alessia." your best friend deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as the soft smile which made its way to your girlfriends lips at the sight of you quickly melted away and she placed you back down on your feet.

"layla." the girl replied in the same curt tone, wrapping her arms around you possessively from behind. "well this has been rivoting. get home safe with your personal grease monkey babe, call me later." your best friend smiled at you as alessia sent her a glare over the top of your head.

"i thought you had work baby?" you turned around in her hold, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning up on your tippy toes to peck her lips. "mm i left early, perks of being the bosses daughter." alessia grinned, pecking your lips back a few times before attacking your face with kisses making you laugh.

"why? i thought you were doing that vintage chief you can't seem to stop talking about." you asked curiously, your girlfriend beaming with pride that you remembered.

"gio was getting on my last fucking nerve with it today. i had to start over twice because he kept sticking his fingers in thinking he knows better than i do, and then something falls off or apart and i'm back to square one." your girlfriend puffed air out of her nose with an annoyed grunt.

"m'sorry baby. but your dad knows you're the best though, why do you think he trusts you with all of the older engines that are more fragile? nobody can love them, care for them and bring them back to life like you can lessi baby." you reminded her softly, smiling as she pressed her face into your shoulder, likely to hide the blush you knew would be creeping down her neck at the praise.

"i hope you didn't bring your bike though. i am not getting on that death trap i already told you." you warned making the older girl roll her eyes and mock you under her breath.

"you're getting on it one day even if i have to tie you to the damn seat. but no, i have the car." alessia sighed dramatically, pulling away to take your hand as the two of you continued across the parking lot.

"god you look good in your uniform." you commented with a grin, eyes shamelessly roaming the grease stained coveralls clinging to her body, the girl working most days in her dads auto body garage working on what was her second love next to you, her beloved vintage motorcyles.

"little perv." alessia rolled her eyes and shoved your head playfully but your grin widened seeing the slight blush which coated her cheeks, as they did anytime you gave her even the slightest hint of a compliment. "after you." she was quick to open the passenger door for you, stealing a kiss as you slid in.

"such a gentlewoman." "only the very best for you baby girl."

~

"those are for you." your girlfriend nodded to a bunch of flowers sitting on her desk as she let the two of you into her apartment, closing the door and sitting down to take off her boots. "oh lessi." you melted, lips curling into an adoring smile.

"they're beautiful." you sent her a grateful look over your shoulder, moving to find something to put them in given you planned to spend the weekend here, and probably most of next week.

you had your own place, a sharehouse with two roommates, but if you were honest you stayed nights here much more than there, and that was just as alessia wanted it anyway.

her apartment was quintessentially just so her. the dark toned wood furniture, the worn in brown leather sofa draped in throw cushions and blankets that you knew she only bought once the two of you started dating to make it seem a little more 'homey'.

the olive green accents in her minimal decor choices which popped against the numerous amounts of house plants scattered around, the girl shockingly had a fantastic green thumb. then there was the countless amounts of books lining her walls, almost all classics like emily dickinson, bronte and sylvia plath.

then of course there was her baby.

the restored 1941 harley davidson which sat right in the middle of the apartment in place of a dining table, an odd sight to most but it was just so incredibly alessia for her to have it there you'd never minded.

her apartment was her safe space and her haven, littered with trinkets and engine parts and tools, but then there was the typewriter on her desk which sat right by the enormous floor to wall window which let in the most glorious sunlight in the early mornings and late evenings, the vintage cameras and the polaroids of you stuck to her fridge.

it was hers, and you felt privileged that she let you in to become a part of it.

"you're beautiful." suddenly you were turned around as you rummaged through her cupboards trying to find something to use as a makeshift vase, your body pinned to the counter as the taller girl loomed over you with a soft smile.

your hands reached up to tug her hair out which was half up in a bun, a dirty mix of black, brunette and blonde waves falling to frame her face as you tangled your fingers in the soft locks.

"you've done so well with your exams gorgeous. i'm really really proud of you, my smart intelligent wonderful girl." alessia praised with a soft smile, tenderly pulling you into a kiss as her mouth slotted perfectly with yours, her hands gently caressing your sides.

your head swam at the feeling of her kissing you. sometimes she could be rough and posessive and needy with the way she attacked your lips, but most times, like right now, she was soft and slow and tender, taking her time with you to show you how much each kiss really meant to her.

this was the alessia you fell head over heels for. the soft spoken, severely misunderstood sweetheart who wrote you poems and bought you flowers just because, who laid with her legs tangled with yours in the sunshine pouring in from her windows and read to you for hours with a voice like honey.

the girl who touched you so carefully and so lovingly as if you were made of glass and might break if she wasn't gentle enough. who taught you how to make homemade pasta and loved nothing more than to lay down with her head in your lap while you played with her hair, allowing her to let down the walls that she had built up and fortified around anyone else that wasn't you.

not the big tough tattooed biker girl with a smart mouth and a bad attitude who dropped out of school to fix engines, ride her harley and flit from party to party, never caught without a cigarette behind her ear, cocky smirk and a leather jacket on her shoulders.

granted though she was the biggest teddy bear most of the time, she did have her moments where she might live up a little more to her reputation.

if she'd had a bad day at work, maybe argued with one of her brothers over a part that was supposed to be ordered which never came which pushed back the whole job and she'd gotten the blame, then she had no issues treating you a little rougher, using you as a stress reliever in the most sinful ways for hours on end.

but then right after the walls would come crashing down again and she was back to kissing you like you could crumble at a moments notice, crawling into your arms seeking comfort and constant praise about how good she did, how much you loved her, how much you needed her and appreciated her.

"i'm gonna go take a shower." the girl hummed against your lips, pulling away and softly kissing your forehead, pushing her body off of yours. "yeah good, you smell." you teased, kicking her bum as she turned around, pulling yourself up onto the counter.

"you're lucky you're cute." alessia warned, smile tugging at her lips. "get your study in for awhile baby, i'm gonna wash my hair. and when i get back i get your full attention." the taller girl frowned with a slight pout which made you melt.

"someone's needy." you pouted back mockingly as she returned between your legs. "yeah and so what? i've missed you, been on my mind all day pretty girl." alessia confessed pressing her forehead against yours, pout deepening. "you're adorable." you grinned and booped her nose which scrunched up at the simple touch.

"tell anyone and i'll have to kill you." alessia warned, forming a gun with her fingers and pressing it to the side of your head, making a shooting noise with her mouth as she pulled the trigger, her forehead still pressed to yours.

the playful side she let out around you made you swoon, she wasn't like this even around her family and it brought you a sense of pride that you created a space where she was comfortable to be whoever she wanted.

"go study, book worm." with that she pulled away, blowing out and holstering her finger gun with a wink and retreating away.

"i'll say it again, god you look good in those dirty coveralls." you wolf whistled after her, throwing your head back with a laugh as she shook her bum at you with another wink before kicking her bathroom door closed with her foot.

~

"baaaby!" you heard your girlfriend yell out from her bedroom, glancing up from your textbook at the sudden noise. "yeah love?" you called back, scribbling down your notes as your glasses slid down your nose a little.

"can you come dry my hair for me, please?" you heard the hopeful tone in her voice and chuckled, flipping closed your textbook and standing up from her desk, padding over to her bedroom.

"thank you, i like it better when you do it." alessia admitted, stood in front of you with damp hair hanging down her back, her taller form clad only in a huge harley davidson shirt which hung down to her knees, heavily tattooed limbs on full display.

you perched yourself on the end of her bed as alessia settled down on the floor between your legs, arms resting on your knees as she handed you a brush, her hair dryer already plugged in and waiting beside her.

"have you got anymore booked in?" you asked, gently tracing the small butterfly behind her ear, the most recent in her ever growing collection of body art. "mm not yet, might finish off my moth first." she tapped to the half completed insect on her left knee.

"i wish you'd never bought that stupid gun." you mumbled disapprovingly as you brushed out the knots and tangles in her damp hair. "hey i'm getting really good now! you even said so the other day." her head craned back to look up at you, puckering her lips expectantly as you bent down to kiss her.

"that was before i looked up how common blood infections are with home done tattoos." you tutted as she faced forward again and you resumed your brushing. "i told you to stop googling anything that pops up in your mind babe, you're already a hypochondriac." the older girl chuckled, whining softly as you yanked on her hair for the comment.

"so no chance you'll let me give you one? so much clean skin to work with." alessia sighed longingly, tattooed hands squeezing your bare legs making you roll your eyes. "you've a better chance of getting me on that death trap of a bike." you teased, tapping her shoulders and holding out your hand as she passed you the dryer.

"no! its my time." alessia huffed as you tried to return to her desk once the two of you exited her bedroom, her now dry hair hanging down her back in waves. "baby i just have one more chapter to-" she cut you off with a kiss, closing your textbook and grabbing your hips, and before you knew it you were over her shoulder.

"alessia!" you laughed, reaching down to smack her bum as her shirt rode up. "oo this is new!" you whistled, pulling her shirt up further to reveal the black thong she had on underneath.

"hey you keep those hands to yourself!" the girl retaliating by smacking your own bum with her free hand before she dropped you down on the lounge. "oh wait here." she perked up, rushing off to her bedroom.

"put this on please." she held out a different shirt toward you. "why? i already changed baby." you frowned gesturing to the clothes you'd put on while she was showering. "that's mine, this is yours." your girlfriend replied, shaking the shirt impatiently in your face.

"so?" you pushed, knowing why she wanted you to change but wanting her to say it. "you know why, put it on and don't be a brat about it." alessia huffed with a roll of her eyes. "no, say it. you big ole softy!" you teased, kicking her as alessia dropped the shirt on your head.

"because its my favourite to sleep in and it doesn't smell like you anymore. happy?" the older girl mumbled as you tugged the material off your head with a satisfied grin. "very much so." you quickly changed, your girlfriend tossing the other shirt over her shoulder without a care making you roll your eyes.

"assume the position!" she shooed at you impatiently as you grabbed the tv remote, shuffling down to the end of the sofa with a smile, your girlfriend laying down with her head in your lap, her heavily tattooed legs occupying the rest of the sofa as her feet hung off the edge, which of course were clad in a pair of fuzzy black socks.

"what do you want to watch baby?" you asked pressing a kiss to her warm forehead, clicking into her netflix as your girlfriend shrugged. "anything you want gorgeous."

you browsed for a moment, alessia sighing loudly a few times to show she was becoming annoyed at the lack of attention you were showing her. pecking her lips a few times to hold her off you clicked into the proposal and placed the remote back down on the coffee table.

your girlfriend impatiently grabbed your hands and threaded them through her freshly washed hair making you chuckle. "are you going to sleep?" you laughed as you started to scratch at her scalp, watching her bright blue eyes close almost immediately. "no i'm just resting my eyes." the girl mumbled making you shake your head and press another tender kiss to her forehead.

within five minutes her breathing evened out and you glanced down with a soft smile, her ring covered fingers intertwined and resting on her stomach which slowly rose up and down as she slept.

your big scary guard dog girlfriend, the absolute sap she really was.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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[heavenlylie]

unwinding tensions

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: you and tara hadn’t had much time together lately because of finals and seeing how stressed you are, she decides to make you forget about everything for just one night.

warnings: smut (+18), fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom!tara + sub!reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i've never wrote smut, so please bear with me on this one <3

"I'm gonna go take a shower." You said looking towards your bed where your girlfriend Tara was laying on her stomach going over her revisions for finals.

"Yeah, just don't take long," She said without looking up from her notebook, "We've barely had time to see each other this week and I need to be home by nine."

You stopped dead in your tracks, looking back at the brunette "What? That's in like, an hour," You said with wide eyes when you checked the time on your phone "Tell Sam I'll drop you off at 11. I promise you won't be a minute late." Tara sighed, her eyes hovering over the towel wrapped around your body "What? The worse she can say is no, in that case, I'll take you home after I shower."

You said leaning on the bathroom door, Tara blinked rapidly, snapping out of her thoughts, quickly grabbing her phone and dialling her sister's number "She's gonna kill us, you know?" She said chuckling while waiting for Sam to pick up the phone. 

As soon as Sam picked up, you sat on your bed beside Tara so you could listen to the conversation "Come on Sam! It's almost finals week, and we haven’t been able to spend time together, it's just two more hours, please?"

Tara was frustrated, it was obvious that her sister wasn’t budging, she sighed. "Let me talk to her." You whispered, hoping that somehow you'd be able to convince the older Carpenter. She wasn’t your number one fan but she had been more accepting of your relationship with her sister in the past few weeks.

Which was an improvement since you'd been dating the smaller girl for almost a year now and she still hadn’t warmed up to you.

Tara waved you off, rolling around your bed, and then she looked back at you "Go shower." She mouthed, you sighed and got up from the bed.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you couldn't help but feel a bit stressed out. You and Tara had barely spent time together in the past few days because of college, and also because her sister wasn’t one hundred percent fond of you yet. So any time you had together was like a blessing lately.

As you turned on the water and stepped into the shower, you tried to shake off your worries and focus on the warm water cascading down your skin. But your peace was short-lived.

Just as you were about to grab the shampoo, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, babe, can I come in?" Tara's voice called out softly from the other side of the door.

"Uhm, sure." you replied, feeling a little thrown off. It's not like Tara had never come into the bathroom while you were showering before, but this just wasn’t a good time since you needed to take her home soon and you didn’t have time for distractions.

You heard the door open and Tara's footsteps approaching the shower curtain. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, pulling back the curtain without waiting for an answer.

Before you could respond, she had stepped in the shower, naked and with a wicked grin on her face, pushing you against the nearest wall, hard enough to send vibrations through your body but not to hurt you. She kissed you so passionately and so quickly that you didn’t have time to properly react to her getting in the shower with you in the first place.

You quickly kissed her back with the same passion, her hands found their way to your waist and began to explore the rest of your shower-wet skin, she let out a soft moan and yet another kiss, trailing down to your neck, leaving a line of kisses from your lips to your collarbone.

You quickly pulled her hair tie, letting her long, wavy hair fall down her shoulders in dripping wet waves. You ran your hands through her hair as she moved her head down, her lips hovering over your breasts, her tongue sticking out to lick your nipples.

A soft moan escaped your lips, Tara's grin not leaving her face, she pulled away and looked you deep in the eyes "I want you," she said with a seductive tone, making you shiver, then she kissed you again.

You could feel yourself getting wet against her as she pulled back to look at you again, a soft smirk on her lips, quickly both your lips were back on each other’s, kissing hard and passionately again.

Tara wrapped her arms around your neck, while you grabbed her ass and pulled her a bit closer to you. Her left hand found its way down to your pussy, while her right hand was still wrapped around your neck, keeping you close to her body.

You let out a surprised gasp into Tara's mouth, as she pushed her fingers into your entrance wet with water and your arousal. "You're so wet baby." she said with a smirk, she removed her right hand from around your neck and used it to move your head back, licking and sucking your neck.

You could feel her fingers moving in and out of you, you were letting out moans, both from the feeling of her fingers inside you and the sensation of her lips leaving marks that later would become dark purple hickeys.

The brunette stopped sucking on your neck, but you were too busy with the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of you at a rapid pace to even notice that she was moving down.

Suddenly, you felt something warm and smooth between your legs, you moaned louder as Tara began to lick and suck your clit. "F-fuck." you let out a loud moan, as she pushed in another finger, curling it slightly and hitting that spongy spot inside you again.

Tara was still sucking and licking you, then she looked up at you and grinned "Already?" she asked, your eyes widened as she moved her fingers harder inside you.

You gave her a quick nod, making her smile as she moved up again, wrapping her free arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her. You wrapped your legs around her waist, your eyes locking as she pushed her fingers into you and kissed you passionately, and you moaned into her mouth, biting on your bottom lip at the feeling of her tongue exploring your mouth and making you taste your arousal.

She began to move her fingers faster, hitting your g-spot every time, you were pressing yourself closer to Tara, trying to get her closer to you, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You wanted to cum so badly.

You were moaning louder and louder, you felt yourself tightening around her fingers, and you tried to slow down your ragged breath, but you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

The feeling of Tara's tongue inside your mouth, her fingers inside you hitting your g-spot and the feeling of her body hitting yours was enough motivation for you to cum. "Tara, I'm gonna-" you could barely speak through your moans.

"Not yet," she said as she pulled her fingers out of you, you let out a whine as she broke the kiss and got on her knees again, her tongue licking your pussy ever so gently. Tara snickered, slowly licking her fingers, "You taste so good baby." she said seductively, you blushed and tried to cover your face with your hands.

Tara got up and grabbed your hand, pulling you down and kissing you again, you let yourself get lost in the moment, "Don't cover your beautiful face when I'm about to make you scream my name." She whispered and broke the kiss, pecking your lips so softly that you'd wonder if she was the same person that was thrusting her fingers into you like her life depended on it just a minute ago.

"I'm not gonna scream, I can't. I'll get complaints from other students, again." You said looking into her eyes, now it was her time to blush, remembering all of the times you'd have sex and she made you scream or vice versa.

Then the next week you'd get a warning from the university dorm on behalf of all of the students that lived on your floor.

"But you will, babygirl, whether you like it or not, I'm gonna make you cum so hard and so good, you're gonna scream my name and beg me to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. That’s what’s gonna happen," She said it in such a seductive tone that you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no, not that it would matter to her anyway, she'd do it her own way and you both knew that, and that just made you love her even more.

She got her knees again, a bright grin on her face. "Ready to get off baby?" Tara asked as she pushed herself down, her lips meeting your pussy.

The brunette sucked hard on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body as she grinded her teeth a little bit on your clit. You let out a loud moan, surprised by the sudden feeling but loving every second of it.

Tara made sure to keep sucking and licking you in the right spot, her hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and pulling at your nipples as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Once again, you felt yourself tightening around Tara's mouth, making her suck you a little bit harder. You couldn't take it any longer, you were at the edge and you wanted to fall off it, you grabbed her hair and pulled it, forcing her head into you, you were almost screaming as you came hard, your hips bucking against Tara's face, making her moan.

She moves one of her hands down, her fingers making their way inside you and she wasted no time in moving them quickly, hitting your g-spot.

You were moaning like crazy at the feeling of her fingers thrusting into you right after your orgasm, you let go of Tara's hair and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer to you, grinding against her fingers.

You couldn't believe how amazing it felt, it almost felt better than when you did it yourself, then again, there was something special about the way she'd drag her tongue across your clit before she focused on it, and other times when you'd feel her moan against your pussy, making you shiver from the vibrations.

You'd come to believe that she found your weak spots and would always hit them when you were close to an orgasm, it was like she just knew. "I'm gonna cum again," you said as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge again, Tara had stopped moving her fingers and began to lick your clit at a slow pace, teasing you, you let out a loud moan.

"Tara, I'm gonna cum again." you said, your voice raising a bit, you could barely talk as you got closer and closer to your second orgasm, Tara put one of her fingers in your mouth.

"Suck." she said, you smiled as you sucked her finger and got it as wet as it could.

She pulled it out of your mouth and moved it up to your pussy again, pressing it against your entrance, you were quivering as you felt her fingers inside you, but she didn't move it, she just teased you, you couldn't take it anymore "Please!" you begged.

"Please what?" she said as she licked your clit, making you moan loudly, she smiled "Please move your fingers?" she laughed "Or you want me to lick your clit and make you cum again?"

"Yes!" you yelled in reply, shutting your eyes, she smiled again and grabbed your legs, wrapping them around her neck,

"Are you sure?" she asked, and you nodded as you felt yourself tightening around her fingers. Tara finally pressed both of her fingers into you, moving them a little bit inside you, teasing you.

"Please, fuck me," you said, hoping that your begging would get her to finally move her fingers inside you.

Tara pressed her tongue against your clit, she sucked it and pressed it against her mouth, then she moved her tongue down, pressing it against your entrance, you were grinding against her like you were trying to fuck her face.

Her fingers were still inside you, but she still wasn't moving them. You were getting desperate, she was teasing you like you were a fucking toy for her to play with, and you decided that you were done with her teasing.

You pulled her face against your pussy, pressing her tongue against your entrance, she moaned against your pussy and moved her fingers into you almost all of the way, but she kept going in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Please fuck me!" you screamed loudly, Tara squeezed your thighs and moved her tongue so it was barely touching your entrance.

Your hips moved on their own, trying to grind against her, but she didn't let you, she began to suck on your clit while she was fingering you, her hands were holding your thighs and your hands were back on her hair, you were moaning loudly, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore, you were about to cum.

Tara knew it as well, you were tightening around her fingers, then you came hard, letting out a loud moan, Tara's fingers and mouth moving away from you, she licked her fingers and smiled at you. You kissed her hard, your hands locking around her neck and her arms wrapped around you. "I love you," you said breathlessly as you broke the kiss, still shaking from the overstimulation she had put you through.

"And I love you, baby." Tara said as she pulled you in for another kiss, you sighed trying to recompose yourself. After you had calmed down, the brunette washed your body and your hair with such care and love, she didn’t seem like the same person that was making you beg just minutes ago.

When you both got out of the shower, the cold titles on the floor snapped you back to reality; you had to take Tara home as soon as possible or Sam would have your head on a stake, undermining any progress that had been made to improve your relationship with her.

You panicked, running towards your closet and putting on the first pair of clothing you could find, when you turn around to call Tara's name, you saw her leaning on the bathroom door, still in her towel and laughing at you.

"This is not funny Tara, put on something quick, I need to take you home or Sam is gonna kill me, then you, ruining any chances of her letting you go anywhere near me ever again!" You say frustrated looking at the girl who was still laughing at you with a big smile on her face.

"Come here," She said softly, you sighed, looking at the clock on your bedside table, eight forty-nine, you closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and walking towards Tara. "Calm down, yeah?" She said, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Please, I don't want her to hate me even more than she already does." You whispered looking into her eyes, hoping she's take your plea and get moving. When she saw the look on your face she gave in and pecked your lips.

"We're in no rush baby," she said calmly, you looked at her confused by her response. "She let me stay the night, why else would I have fucked you in the shower?"

You rolled your eyes at her, resting your head on her shoulder and smiling "Did she really?" you said hopeful.

"Mhm," She mumbled and kissed your cheek "And I think you've been way too stressed out about your finals, you're smart, and you study your ass off every time, so, as the amazing girlfriend I am, I'm gonna make all of that stress go away. " she whispered and squeezed your waist, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

"Lay down and let me take care of you, please." She whispered and moved you both to the bed, laying you down gently and letting the towel fall off her body, kissing you while her hands move down to the hem of your sweatpants.

"I should get stressed more often then." You laughed and pulled up your shirt so she could kiss your stomach. She smiled and kissed it, then she moved back up, kissing your neck and collarbone.

"Mhm, just the stress," She kissed you again, a little bit harder and moved her hands down to your sweatpants and her thumbs hooked under the waistband.

"Wanna get out of these?" She whispered against your lips, you nodded and she pulled them off of you, smiling at you when you were completely naked. You knew this was gonna be a long night and you would probably regret not studying more, but that was a problem for future you.

Because when Tara sets her mind on something it was hard to get her to think otherwise. Not that you were complaining anyway, you made a mental note to thank Sam the next time you saw her because her sister was about to rail the shit out of you all night long thanks to her.

[borbygorlinbbqworld]

The Resort

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For saving his life, your friend Georgie had booked you at a resort as payment.

"Just make sure you don't eat or drink before going to this place, and just go along with their process. Won't tell you why, but you'll thank me later."

'This place,' he had explained, was a resort for men. It sounded similar to a brothel, but Georgie insisted it was a ritzy, upscale place. Given you were his only non-billionaire friend, you begrudgingly accepted his word as truth.

So when you arrived and your personal guide showed you to your large penthouse suite overlooking the ocean on one side (and a very public hotspring bath), you were glad you took his advice. Even the bathroom had an oversized shower you were certain was larger than your shoddy apartment.

After letting you get settled, your guide returned to the door with a young woman.

Her long auburn hair hung in waves that curved around her chest. You couldn't help but notice she was extremely busty, if not otherwise petite. The cute brunette had attempted to go with a modest shirt, but the buttons gaped huge holes from the massive tits trying to pop them open. The outline of her bra was clearly visible through the thinner fabric. The bra itself must not have been padded or lined in any way, because her fat areolas made their presence just known enough for your dick to twitch.

Oh fuck...

"This is Estie. She will be taking care of you this week. You, and only you." With a curt bow, your guide left you standing, still staring at Estie's tits.

It took you a moment, but you finally remembered staring was rude. You shook yourself. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be creepy... I'm just... I'm really not sure what this place is about."

Estie smiled sweetly and tucked an auburn strand of hair behind her ear. "Your friend booked you here, right Master?

You were sure she was forced to call you that, but hearing her say it definitely stiffened your cock. "Yeah."

"Well, he booked you a week at our resort, where we pamper men through nourishment and sensuality." She dropped her gaze, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks as she twirled a piece of hair. "He booked you in for our VP package."

"You mean VIP?"

In shaking her head, her huge melons swayed this way and that. "No... Virgin Premium, Master."

Your mouth went dry. Georgie may have had a sense of humour, but surely he didn't think you were a virgin? Unless... could it have meant something else?

Your stomach growled, reminding you of your decision to take your friend's advice in the first place. Estie looked a little uncomfortable at the sound and pressed her and against the side of her boob; it was the same sort of motion you'd seen your sister do to check how full she was before feeding your nephew.

And, if you had to be honest, Estie's breasts looked really fucking full. And not just because they were big tits to begin with, but the buttons that had already been struggling to keep her huge mammaries contained started popping open one by one. With each release, her swelling breasts pushed her shirt open, until finally you were left looking at a pair of fleshy fat mounds. Blue veins ran along her skin, connecting to what you assumed had to be her nipples. Though the tiny bra was still in place, the thin fabric was only able to cover most of her areolas.

Better off yet, the pink fabric was damp at the spots her hard nipples poked through.

"Uh-Uhmm..."

Words. You could barely manage them. Between your ravenous stomach, hard-as-a-rock dick, and urge to squeeze those massive udders, your body was at a stand still.

As she stepped further into your room, closer to you, her tits sloshed. "You must be super hungry."

"Y-yeah..."

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her beads of milk spattered against the hardwood. This girl was literally so full of milk, her expanding breasts were leaking. You had to tuck your rock-hard dick up into the brim of your boxers, hoping it would contain it.

"Did you know a woman's breasts can tell how hungry you are, just from your saliva, or lack thereof?"

Your own mouth felt dry, thirsty. What you wouldn't give to be below those leaking udders right now...

"I'm a virgin, but they give us fertility drugs so we can assist with your nourishment needs... among other things."

So that's what Georgie had meant by coming hungry. Still...

"O-Other things...?"

Estie nodded. "Virgin premium members are permitted to... impregnate us to keep us lactating, Master."

The brim of your boxers wasn't enough to hold back your erection it throbbed and slipped from its confine so it stood at attention. It had been a while for you, but the head dampened with precum at the thought of burying your seed deeply within her.

Her breasts swelled again. With the sound of stretching fabric, her thin bra finally snapped, letting those ginormous milky mounds free. Her rouge areola looked more than a mouthful, but her hardened, leaking nipples begged you to try anyway.

The gravity of her swelling breasts pulled her forward, and Estie squeaked.

"They can also tell when you're horny, Master," she whispered breathlessly. "Would you rather I relieve your hunger or sexual urges first?"

What a choice to have to make.

Evidently, the stricken feeling was pasted all over your face, because she gave a little giggle. Estie walked over to your bed, her swollen mammaries sloshing so much milk around, the droplets turned to tiny rivers running down her stomach.

She sat at the foot of the bed, her nipples grazing her thighs as her breasts had expanded to take up all her torso.

Food first, you decided.

You knelt down before her and reached a shaking hand out. She let out the tiniest squeak as your fingertips grazed her warm skin; her tit were soft, but so fucking full. Daring to go further, you squeezed the front most part of her breast, as much of a handful as you could manage.

She moaned as hot milk sprayed you in the face.

"I-I-I'm so sorry!"

You licked your lips. Her milk was sweet, like milk candy, and you knew you needed more. And given how much her tits were already soaked and leaking, you were willing to wager she probably needed to be emptied.

You took her swollen udders in you hands, lifting them up and down and feeling the milk slosh inside like water balloons close to popping. They weighed a ton!

Without another thought, you put your mouth to her nipple and gave a gentle suckle. Your mouth flooded with delicious milk you happily guzzled.

More.

On your knees in front of her, you nursed on her one breast while the other soaked your shoulder. She snaked a hand through your hair and gave a huge sigh of relief, which made your dick give a wild twitch.

Never before had your sweat pants felt so tight, but there you were with a massive erection needing release.

You let go of her breast, your lips making a loud pop when you unlatched. You were still so hungry, but incredibly horny.

You gyrrated your hips against her legs as you guzzled more delicious milk from her other breast. After finally getting your fill, you knew you needed to relieve yourself.

Yanking her panties down wouldn't have been in your normal repertoire of moves, but then again, you hadn't been this horny before.

As you shoved your cock in her, you both let out a pleasureful moan. You jammed it deep inside her, savoring just how fucking tight she felt around your throbbing cock. With each thrust, she made a sound that drove you mad with desire. You couldn't stop humping her, even if you wanted to at this point.

"Make... sure... you... cum... inside... me... Master..."

It was the final word that made you release your load. You thrust it deeply inside her, feeling your balls give everything they had. With another few pumps, you pulled out and stared down at her n the bed.

On her back, her massive breasts were leaky, fat mountains whose veins were slightly less prominent. She panted, her eyes hooded with pleasure. Though you knew there was far more that came out of you, only a little bit of cum had seeped out of her.

She sat up and bit her lip as she stared at you. "I... I didn't know it would feel so good..."

You smirked. "Guess you won't be giving anyone else the Virgin Premium package anymore, huh?"

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[shinjisdone]

𝑇𝜎 𝑆𝜎𝑓𝜏𝜀𝜋 𝛼 𝑊𝛼𝑟𝑟𝜄𝜎𝑟’𝑠 𝐻𝜀𝛼𝑟𝜏 (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn - 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒄, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 3)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors - though as your future seemed promising, his thirst for revenge devastated all that you had left.

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet Thorfinn again after he shattered your heart (based on season 2; both platonic and romantic)

Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ₁ ﹙Wᴀʀ Aʀᴄ﹚ is here

Part 1: - (Thorfinn as a slave and his struggles) Part 2: - (Thorfinn trying to accept your existence as a slave)

Tag list:

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets , @lana-del-stan , @theghostofanficpresent , @night-shadowblood-writes2

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Slavery will be a main subject throughout the entire arc. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: nightmares bby, attempted murder, violence, su*cidal thoughts and behavior, blood, paranoia, small panic attack]

Water Running Stronger, Rougher...

Another morning, another time where Einar wonders.

The farm, the Master, the way they are supposed to buy themselves back...

It's still a good while before fall, but the forest is dense and huge. They probably won't be able to sow anything this year, and plowing the earth in winter won't do it any good. So, they'd probably be just cutting down trees and removing roots and rocks now, huh...

The workers are a pain and running to Pater and Master Ketil feels like being a helpless child...well, there is beautiful Arnheid and her laughter...ah, she called his face lovely, would she still agree if he grew a beard-

A booming and startling scream yanked him out of his daydreams, as the brunette rushed towards the barn and rocking a yelling Thorfinn. His arms wailed in the air for something or to get away...

Einar still doesn't know what on earth could cause such nightmares.

"Thorfinn! It's just a dream!"

Breath caught in his throat, Einar stepped back as the short man shot up, clinging on his abdomen and heart. He panted like a dog as his eyes wildly stared into the back of the barn. "Hey...it was just a dream. Nothing's here." Einar muttered, dusting himself off.

"A dream?" Thorfinn repeated, "Just a dream...?"

No, it wasn't.

It wasn't just a dream. If only.

Einar already suggested they might be nightmares, nightmares best to forget if you cannot even remember them properly, but it doesn't feel like that to Thorfinn.

It's hazy but there as it runs and drops from his fingers, like water. There, but hard to catch and grasp.

It's there.

You are there, in the daylight of the farm, and you are there in the visions of his clustered mind.

Why? Why? Again and again he tried to prove to himself that it isn't you - that the slave getting water, cutting wood, feeding the pigs, hanging the laundry, carrying the hay, scrubbing the floor - that isn't you.

You carried weapons. You led the horses to the rivers. You sew his clothes. You cooked hares. You held his dagger for him. You cut down people.

He left you there in York. So you should still be there.

But just as he stared at your figure from afar and just the tiniest bit of hope of you being a stranger settles in his mind, you do something that proves otherwise.

It is you. It makes sense, he mused, as he saw you more frequently in his nightmares.

Holding Onto Any, Any, Anything...

The days pass by as the aftereffects of work thumps in his muscles, leaving aches and scars. Everyday he wakes up screaming, having Einar wake him before speaking to Arnheid and washing his face. Everyday, without missing a beat, he marches straight to the forest, or the field, or the beach - wherever work might need to be done, he goes. It keeps the rampaging thoughts away.

Everday, he stares blankly, eyes hazy as the axe cuts and cuts and cuts. At times you appear, working tiressly as well on orders of the Master, as his murky, brown eyes immediately leave the tree barks and focus on you.

Silently he observes your form, either far away or close to the touch - but all he does is watch. From the familiar color of your hair to the scars you bear. Old ones he knew from the wars and new ones earned from the draining and harsh work. Thorfinn watched your hunched back, the old, torn clothes you wore everday, the way your arms shook at another muscle cramp, when you sigh heavily when all alone.

Sometimes, your gazes would meet.

You would not respond. Whether it was a brief exchange or studying each other for long, it always felt like an eternity to Thorfinn.

It always felt like he was miles away, on the other side of a river as all that he could do was watch you be on the other side. If he dared take a step, the stream would sweep him away to the unknown. Further and further away from you.

This is the closest he can get.

Seeing you everyday...felt like gaining a clearer vision of you killing him in his nightmares.

All I Want Is To Survive It...

For once, he did not see you the whole day.

It began with getting an invitation from the guests, mercenaries who protect the farm from thieves and wild animals. Though Thorfinn and Einar were not theirs, they had little say in where they could go and stay. 'W're just gonna borrow ya for a bit, no worries,' The bodyguards ushered them to climb up the hill as they follow with their horses. Arnheid stayed behind as she watched.

Einar certainly wasn't pleased. The day is busy and has just begun but here they were, getting sand in their shoes as they march up the hill to the guest's abode. A big acommodation with wood fences sloppily dug into the cliffside as a defense and the snickers he could make out when entering did not soothe his worries. Glancing to his side, Thorfinn seemed unbothered.

It was the sight of the Master's youngest son, Master Olmar, shaking in his boots with a trembling sword in his hand that made his heart drop to his stomach. The guests cackled as the man who led them there, a lanky but muscular fellow - Fox he was called - sauntered over to the young man.

"Just as we explained it to you, Young Master," Fox threw an arm around the ginger's shoulder, snapping his other up and down. "Swoosh! Slash! Horizontally a bit higher over the shoulder!" Closing one eye, he mimicked the gesture towards Einar's neck.

"W-Wait a moment," Einar blurted out, "What is the meaning of this?" "Ah, of course you slave wouldn't know what's going on. Ya wouldn't understand anyway."

With a vigor bow, Fox pointed to Olmar. "This is a ritual for the Young Master to reach manhood! It's time for him to become a real man and have his father's respect already! And you will help us."

The men laughed as Fox playfully rose again and could not help but sneer himself. "Die for us, yes?"

...If I Let Go, Will It Be The End Of Me?

"When one wants to be an adult, a real man...they must set aside their fear." Fox twirled about, pointing to the young Olmar and his own men. "When you realize how fragile, how soft a human body is...how easy it is to slash through it, you stop being so afraid. You realize how much power you can hold with one blade alone."

Feigning a heavy sigh, he gestured to the ginger, "So honestly - be good property and do what you're told to do for the Young Master. His family owns you and he needs to grow a spine for his father to listen to him!" More laughter errupted and Olmar meekly ordered him to be quiet.

Einar's face instantly morphed into rage. "Are you serious?! We - We just started working for our freedom! Why do we deserve to die?!"

"Eh? Weren't you listening? You are a slave. A man should be able to do anything he pleases with his property. You don't need to do anything wrong to be killed for. If anything, it's an honor that you help ascend he Young Master into a real man!"

The cackling of the mercenaries boomed, surrounding the two of them, Einar wildly looking around himself. Olmar found the strength to keep his stuttering under control. "They're not mine, Fox. If I kill them...I'll have to pay my father back." "Oh, he has to pay his father back~! Do you hear that, Badger?! After all that we've done-!"

Fox sprung back as Olmar was tackled to the ground. The cackling quickly turned into cheers as Einar tried to wrestle the sword out of the man's hand. "Run, Thorfinn! Run back and tell the Master!"

Fox stared down at the small, almost pathetic match by his feet, his eyes whipping forward to Thorfinn, who stood idly by, blades at his neck. He barely blinked as he watched the commotion, his chest barely rising, his eyes ever so hazy.

Huh. This is almost too good. The Young Master could really have the chance to kill two people today.

The two men wrestled in the dirt, Einar pressing down on Olmar's arm and wrist, shoving the sword into the ground. One knee on his stomach to keep him there and let him breath. If he did anything too fatal, it surely would be over for him and the Master would be all too happy to have him killed. Nevertheless, it was enough to have Olmar's heart racing, gritting his teeth like a beast, scared for his life and defending it. This is a mere slave and yet he is stronger than him, stronger to withold all his might. How on earth is ever supposed to become a man, ever be apart of the king's army-

"You can kill me."

Olmar squeezed his head to the right, making out the blonde, short man standing there - almost bored. With lidded eyes, he looked down on him. "Young Master Olmar can kill me."

Einar followed his wide gaze and whipped his head to him. "You idiot, what are you saying?! I told you to run-!" The brunette choked out, falling to his side as the ginger kicked him off and the other guests keeping him tamed and on the ground. He just was able to get his vision straight, his head pulled up by his hair and stare with squinted eyes as Fox approached Thorfinn.

The man sauntered over to him, hands on his hips. "Now...let me catch that again. What did you say?" He hunched down to stare into the blonde's eyes. Without hesitation, he repeated himself with the same monotony. "I said he can kill me. You only need one, right? I suffice, so please let Einar go back to work. There's a lot to do."

Fox huffed as the men whispered among each other. If Einar tried to intervene, they'd have his face shoved into the ground. "Woah...now, now, Thorfinn. You are sure talking big. Are you aware of what you are saying? You will die here and there's nothing you can do about it. No one to save you."

"I know." The blonde replied, his eyes not meeting Fox's.

"...Don't tell me you want to die." His hand went from his hip to the handle of his sword, pulling it out and pointing it at him. The sheer force brought a brief gait against his rough skin. "'Cause that's just a brave act. Everyone is afraid to die and you're telling me you wholeheartedly welcome it for farm work?"

The tip of the blade dances ever so closely to his neck and chin. Left and right as it grazes his flesh. Olmar feels a shiver run down his spine. "Ah, little Thorfinn...saying that makes our work seem like nothing, you know? Our ware is death and just casually throwing it around while we earn our daily bread with it just isn't right. I can't just stand here and believe you. I mean," Fox snorted, "Even the Young Master here is afriad of other people's death!" Many laughed along as the young man attempted meekly to defend his honor.

"So, do me a favor and be honest in the last moments of your meager life," With a carefree move, he brought the tip of his sword down, slashing Thorfinn's chest, "And be afraid."

Got To Move On, Held On Too Long...

The chest, the shoulder, the leg, hip, and his face...

Einar watched with darting eyes and held breath as blood seeped into his clothes and ran down his limbs. The cuts were shallow, not enough to be deadly, but the mere sight, the way the sword cut through him so effortlessly and the cheers of the men...it made him sick. Made him felt so helpless.

These people could do as they please with them as if they were toys meant to be broken.

"C'mon, lil' Thorfinn! Yell out in pain and beg for your life before your small body becomes even smaller!" Fox chuckles as he slashes more and more. Thorfinn barely bats an eye, he could feel the burn, feel the way it all runs down but still, he feels so empty.

"...Why?" He uttered, "Why should I be afraid of death?"

The guest tilted his head and lowered his weapon.

"Are we living because we fear death? Is there something good to be found while being alive?"

Einar and Fox watched, not noticing the silhouette around the corner of the house. Though, the first was wondering, questions running in his head.

What on earth is he saying? Why is he saying this?

Thorfinn lowered his head, his murky gaze darkening. The earth was nothing but dirt, splattered by his blood.

"Not for me."

"In all my years of living, not a single good thing has happened to me."

The howling wind and the cold ocean below. The salt that would fall on his face, the screams that enter his ears, the insults. The blood on his dagger would feel heavy, the faces of those he saw - allies and enemies alike - nothing but shadows. The warmth he felt from arson, fire burning with pride along the trees and villages, along the people. Gratitude was not found in anyone, lest by him of every day he woke up on that ship.

What good has he ever done or received from being alive and on that ship?

'You're strange.'

He sucked in breath, cold and cruel as if it was his first, and his eyes shot open. Mouth agape, he whispered nonsense to himself. What was that? What...now? Why now?

'You're really strange.'

It halled in his mind, like an echo he couldn't catch. He could not catch and silence it, it came back louder and louder to the point Fox had to shove him back into reality.

'I don't mind helping as long as it's you.'

Not even the cut aimed at his neck fazed him as it leaned to the right and cut off the shell of his ear. The bloodflow was stronger.

"Your eye is next." Fox growled and aimed for it. "Be. Afraid."

"Stop it, Fox!"

Thorfinn's eyey went up to see an older man, clad in a purple tunic, well-groomed with dark hair. His drooped, green eyes observed the sight before him and he appraoched the two. He, as well, had a sword on his hip.

"Fox." His voice was low but demanding. "Y-Yes, boss?" Fox turned his head, immediately lowered his sword and followed the man's movements with halting breath. The steel in his hand trembled. He was afraid.

Just as he called for Fox to come closer, his fist collided with his face - the lanky man fell alongside his teeth. Einar reckoned that sharp nose was now broken. "Now, Badger," He called to another mercenary, "You will now explain yourselves to me."

Sweep Me Away...

The way things took a turn was more than baffling to Einar. It was the most frightening thing he had faced today.

The way this 'Snake' laughed so heartily was like day and night compared to his soldiers who snickered at just the thought of slaves being mauled like pigs. He ordered Thorfinn to be bandaged up, properly, and gave him back his shirt. The men stood in an immaculate line like little children.

"Sorry for all this. My men are real idiots. I hope they didn't keep you from your work for too long."

His smile was bright, Einar noted, but it didn't reach his eyes. Those green, piercing eyes that wandered up and down Thorfinn's wounds. His hands barely moved but in an blink of an eye, he took out his sword, rose it up and quickly blocked the blonde's kick.

Did he see that right? Did Thorfinn just kick this guy, defended himself?

It was so fast, he could barely catch how he jumped back and brought his fists up in a fighting stance.

"Not bad." Snake seathed his sword just as quickly. Not bad?! What are these people talking about?!

"You see that, Thorfinn? Your body defended itself - it doesn't want to die."

Another shock ran through him - the realization, if it was true - and the gnawing, insistent echo in his head.

'I don't want you to die.'

Truly? Why does everything on this earth plan to kill him but never goes through with it? Mocks him with the idea of being stabbed, beaten, having his skull smashed in? Not the slave traders, not the Master, not Snake, not even his own body or Askeladd...

Not even you in his dreams.

"Alright - you useless lot better bring these two back to where they belong. I don't wanna hear having fights or insults thrown around while I'm gone or ya can eat your dinner tonight without any teeth."

"Sir, yes, sir!"

If nothing wants to kill him...then for what will he live? For the farm, for the forest? For what should he keep breathing?

"...Thorfinn...what are you..." Einar appraoched gingerly, finally able to feel and move his wrists again. The way he moved, the way he looked down at his scarred, wounded hand...the look in his eye.

Live...for what?

He looked like a beast.

...Out Into The Ocean...

Pater was kind and Einar couldn't understand it.

Thorfinn sat on the crate, hands between his legs like a guilty child being scolded. He stared to the ground though, as expressionless as ever, as Pater patched him up. "Don't go along with them next time but come to me instead. It's my duty to take care of you, after all. The Master has more than enough trouble with the guests, pranking the slaves like that."

"It wasn't a prank! They really attempted to kill us!" The brunette shouted out, adamant about their nature - of how they viewed them as they looked down on them like cattle. "These people don't care about our lives...killing us would just help them pass the time."

"It can't be helped." Thorfinn lowly joined the conversation - briefly and monotonely, "The strong kill the weak. That's just how things are."

Einar couldn't find any more words to that.

The older man didn't answer. He talked about the open wound on the ear, smearing a balm on it - which he quickly reassured Einar of that it didn't cost a coin. "You should thank Arnheid as well. She- oh? Is that her? No..." Straightening his back, he squinted his eyes at the figure running towards them. He could make out flailing arms and heavy panting.

Einar couldn't help but notice, the breathing loud and clear and choking as he turned around, raising a brow. "Hey...isn't that...?"

Thorfinn followed his gaze and his eyes shot up wide.

The same hair, the same eyes, the same scars, the same look on your face...

His arms snapped up around his abdomen in a hug. Have you come to kill him?

Will you kill him now? End him? Finally fulfill that promise, that purpose in his nightmares so he can finally, finally stop dreaming?

His mouth is agape and only a moment later does he take a deep breath - again and again as it became labored, gaining the attention of both men as you rushed closer.

Making you out clearly, you opened your arms, your grimace as terrified as his.

Catching his breath, he choked and instinctively leaned back, far, far away from you as you were only a step away and threw your arms around him, pressing his face to your chest.

Like on command your panting was cut short and a choked sob escaped. You could finally allow yourself to cry now that you got him. Your voice cracked as you ever so awkwardly shoved him to you, your head on top of his. He could feel your hot tears drop down onto his dull hair.

"...I'm so glad you are okay...Thorfinn...!"

Thorfinn's eyes widened as you sobbed quietly. What...?

What did you say?

Wasn't that...?

This isn't another nightmare, is it? Will you lie, turn away and hurt him? Why...why were you here..? Here, with him, holding him again as you did that winter day?

What if he wakes up? How could he live with it if he were to remember this nightmare?

Swiftly though you leaned back and grabbed his face. Yours was still tear-streaked. "What were you thinking just tagging along?!" You screamed out and his face hung. Eyes wide, chin dropped, mouth open. To Einar and Pater, it looked like a mother scolding her child.

Without missing a beat, you examined his open injures, briskly pushing his head down and gritting your teeth in sheer worry at the sight of his ear. "Your ear! You idiot, you wanna go deaf?! It could get infected and you'd lose it, Thorfinn!" A shaky sigh left you. Your hands on his face, warm and calloused, his big, brown eyes staring at something unfathomable and the way as if nothing had changed. You two are back from once you were, years back when it was just you and Thorfinn.

As if you weren't here, on the farm - but somewhere, far away, just the two of you and nothing else.

Ever so hesitantly your hands slid off his face. He kept on staring, gawk hard to read, both of you holding your breath until Pater cleared his throat. "...How good to know that you talk. I believe there's a lot to discuss."

[aaaah this took too long thoug ive written longer things;;; this one i am not soooo satisfied with or confident but i am so tired rn and dont think i could add anything even if i was full of energy now haaah

still, as pumped as i was for tsawh and go nyooooo on writing it im pooped now and will prbly not post the next part as quickly haha. though this arc is quite demure, it has a lot of quiet action in it with characters making one decision after another and writing all of that is tricky.

still, i am glad i got this out. reader will now begin to actually be a part of the story properly and part of thorfinns life yippie! i really hope you liked this, i know how daunting and scary everything is right now even when i am a non-american and barely talked about everything going on until now. still, i hope everyone keeps on going forward and can find enjoyment in this silly story (that is totally not catering to myself at the same time huehue) even if its just for a moment. i hope i can see you again as i continue this fic and with everything else my brainrot produces :) ]

[anime-fan-05]

Nana ~Wait, you're what?!~

The first part of the request is here.

"You're what?!" That's what Nana hears when she comes home from a tiring day at work. Closing the door behind her, she goes to the source of the noise, her friend Hachi, in her little sibling's room, and what she sees makes her feel multiple emotions: Hachi is holding (Y/N) tightly with tears in her eyes, the girl has a shocked face, and Nana is sure of seeing a bit of panic in it too, as she shakes the hand of... Shin?! What is he doing here?

"Nanaaaa! Our little sister got engaged to Shin, I'm so happy for them!"

"Hachiko, she's my sister, not yours!" The woman replies, without fully realizing her friend's statement. After a few seconds, though, having understood what she said, she stops to look first at her sibling and then at her alleged boyfriend, shocked and with her mouth open and eyes wide.

For about five minutes, there's dead silence in the room -only the sound of the fan, turned on due to the unbearable heat, and the music of Trapnest (which only increases Nana's annoyance) downstairs can be heard-, while everyone realizes in different ways what has just happened: (Y/N) is squeezing the hand of Shin, who's also wide-eyed and worried Nana will separate them, very tightly with almost tears in her eyes; instead, Hachi has just realized what she's done and, as she lets the girl go, she tries to correct her words with a confused stammer, waving her arms in front of her.

"Wait, you're what?"

"Nana..."

"(Y/N), what are you?"

"Big sister -(Y/N) starts speaking hesitantly- Shin and I love each other, a lot. Whatever you say, whatever you do, our feelings won't change. I know you're worried about me, but I'm not a child anymore: I can decide who to be with. With Shin I'm so happy, and he makes me feel so loved, so, please, don't push us away." As she finishes speaking, the girl's voice cracks and her eyes begin to fill with tears, so Shin approaches her and puts his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

Nana takes a deep breath and approaches the couple, then gently stroking (Y/N)'s hair and murmuring: "You've grown up..."

She then turns to Shin: "You, if I find out you hurt her, I swear I'll kick you out of BLAST and make you pay for what you did. Have you understood?"

The boy nods and the woman gives a very small smile, holding the couple close.

"Well! Now let's go have a drink!"

Shin and (Y/N) move on, still in disbelief at the ease with which the girl's big sister accepted their relationship, so Nana and Hachi are left alone to talk.

"I'm happy for our little sister."

"My little sister." The brunette corrects.

"I'm happy for her too -She continues- although it seems to me she's growing up so fast..."

"..."

"..."

"Nana, are you crying?"

"I-I'm not crying, I just got an eyelash in my eye!"

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[vioartemis]

Until the end

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Just a little something to make up for the recent inactivity :)) Warnings: angst a/n: it's a bit short 😭 (and it might not make sense lol, I tried something) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Tara had been a bit weird for the past few weeks, and the others couldn't help but notice. They tried to see what was wrong, offering the brunette to listen if she had problems or just wanted to talk, but each time she denied them.

It was only when Sam came into her sister's room one night and found her crying in her bed, that Tara accepted to talk to her. Just a little bit.

"Why are you crying, Tara...? You know you can talk to me -to us- if you need to..."

"I know I- it's just... embarrassing... like really- you wouldn't even know..." the youngest Carpenter said quietly

"I won't judge you; you know I never would. You can talk freely, Tara. It's just you and me"

"You don't understand, it's- it's more complicated than that..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, a bit concerned now

"I..." she took a deep breath "I think I'm in love..."

"That's... a good thing, right? Who is the lucky guy? Or... girl?"

"Who she is doesn't matter... It's impossible for us to be together..."

Sam took her sister's hand and gave her a gentle squeeze as she saw tears in her eyes.

"Why is that? Is she already taken? Does she like someone else?"

Tara shook her head, trying her best to hold back her tears.

"Maybe, who knows...? I- I don't even know her very well... But sometimes I feel like... I feel like we've lived so many things together... I know it doesn't make any sense but... I don't know how to explain it..."

"Then how can you say you love her if you-"

"I don't know, Sam." Tara cut her off "I told you; I don't really know how to explain it... I have this feeling that... that deep down, I know her... that we lived many lives together... but at the same time, I don't really know her... She seems so close... and yet she's out of reach..."

"How is this possible? Tara, I don't understand, who-"

"I know, I sound crazy. You don't need to understand. I'm fine, really. I'll... get over her. Thank you, for listening..."

"Tara-"

"Can you leave now, please? I'd like some alone time..."

Sam looked at her sister for a moment, not saying a word, not sure if it was a good idea to leave her alone, but eventually nodded and got up.

"I'm here, if you need to talk again"

"Thank you, but I'm fine, I swear"

She gave her a little smile that, she hoped, was convincing. She kept that smile on until Sam got out of her room. Only then, her smile disappeared.

She sat on her bed, fidgeting with her fingers, almost nervously.

"... I know you're here, you know...? I know what you must think. That whoever I have feelings for surely doesn't deserve me, or whatever you're supposed to say in this kind of situation. Or that it's not good to say I'm fine, even though I'm not. I know that, but... She wouldn't understand. No one would..."

She sighed, before laying down on her back.

"But you would, right? I know you would. I'm sure you know what it is to like someone, even if you never met..."

She let out a little chuckle, covering her eyes with her arm.

"But still, it was a bit rude to listen to the conversation I had with my sister, don't you think? Don't act all innocent; I know you were here. I can feel your presence. I'm not saying that in a mean way, though. It's just... embarrassing, for me at least..."

She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next.

"You know, I thought about the moment I would confess a million times. Yet I never thought it would go that way; you being here when I talk about that with my sister... It was inevitable, I guess"

She stayed silent again, as if waiting for an answer.

"Are you waiting for someone to come out of the shadow of my room, where I could not have seen them, saying something like 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you'? We both know it won't happen"

Another silence filled the room.

"What...? You don't... you still don't understand? I thought I made it obvious though..."

She sighed and sat up.

"I love you."

She had a sad smile on her face now.

"Yes, I'm talking to you. You, behind your screen... so close, yet so far away from me... Don't act so shocked, you should have seen it coming... I mean- you knew what you were reading, right?"

Tears started to form in her eyes.

"I was not wrong when I said we lives many lives together, was I? I feel like I've already fallen for you so many times, in so many different ways..."

Another little pause.

"You're not going to leave me, right? That's... so stupid... of course you are. You can't stay here forever..."

She sniffled, as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"It's almost the end, isn't it? There isn't much time left, I can feel it. So, please... Try to visit me again sometimes, hm? I won't move, I promise... My story won't change either, nor will my love for you..."

She whipped her tears away.

"I know we can't have a happy end together, but... I would really appreciate it if you came back from time to time... Or if you can't... just don't forget me, okay...? I won't forget you..."

She tried to put herself together, a smile forming on her face. She didn't want her last impression to be her crying on her bed.

"Thank you for staying with me until the end. I love you"

[lizaluvsthis]

The Girl in Fatal Lavanders

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

First (Prologue)

Author's note: I'd like to thank @itsajjanea for drawing three that describes out the song Heathers by Conan Gray (I loved that song before and still do) the song gave so many feels <3

For now- onto the fanfic!

Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.

will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart

Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG3

SMG4 & Original Character

PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character

SMG3 & Mario

SMG4 & Mario

Beginning Chapter - 1 New Person, 1 New Goal

An announcement breaks out from the castle of SMG4's as he calls everyone. "The hell did you bring us here for?" Bob angrily asked, ruining his dating plans with another chick.

"Whatever it is, I don't care." Three calmly said sitting peacefully on the couch waiting for SMG4 to say something. "Prepare yourself to be blinded by this but..." 

"But first- promise you guys won't laugh..." SMG4 held back in reassurance from his crew's support. Boopkins being the bright one of the team, spoke. 

"Awe don't worry SMG4! We won't laugh or judge you!" SMG4 gave Boopkins a weak smile and proceeded, taking a deep breath. 

"I know it has been a few weeks now since I've gone out for a few or most days, I never bothered to check the castle much because I went away. Now that I'm back again... I wanted to surprise you all with something..."

"Ohhhhh is it spaghetti-os?" Mario cheered in excitement, but with a disapproving look on four's expression, he wasn't talking about that. "No, but it's something else... I uh- I've met someone new" 

Four gave a nervous chuckle at the end. The whole crew felt silent as they all began to laugh. SMG4 felt embarrassed and humiliated himself, grunting and blushing down. Mario spoke up.

"Are you sure you're not high or anything S-M-G-4 ? Or haven't you gotten enough B-tches from the past few years you've attempted dating a girl? Oh no wait- you don't have any!" This caused the whole crew to laugh even more, except for Boopkins and Meggy.

"C'mon, guys! At Least Four is trying his best here- say- SMG4, we haven't met this person yet- what's their name?" SMG4 looked at Meggy bringing his smile up again.

"This is a surprise everyone- but... here she is!" A door opens from the entrance, with a first footstep from the opening. Is seen with purple scandals following on with a pair of white socks exceeding up to the leg reach.

Slow opening, the person dressed in dark magenta overalls. With the length of the pants put a match near the sock's leg reach. With cute navy blue buttons, and lilac color of cloth from their shirt.

Up to the face with a smile, oddly enough with a non-patterned color of red as the hat's signature. Almost near to Mario's similar color but gave off soft and dark.

The symbol from the top spots out a "#" Then the hair gave out a brunette color, and the excess ends to the shoulder length gave out curls. 

Oddly enough, Lavender colored eyes are rare to have. And a mole near the corner of the left cheek.

She gently closed the door, seeing from her second hand, it was a phone with the color of cyan. "Hello there everyone! Wow! I'm super excited to meet you all!" Everyone went silent.

"Guys, meet my new girlfriend..." SMG4 let out his hand extending to the brunette. She gladly accepted the handhold, getting pulled slowly by SMG4s. She looked at everyone who still smiled, side-hugging SMG4 with his hand touching her back.

"Haha- very funny SMG4-" SMG3 crossed both of his arms, there is no way SMG4 could pull out someone with the likes of HER... (plus- she looks kinda mid...) SMG3 thought to himself squinting his eyes at Four's new 'Girlfriend's' face.

"Are you brain damaged?" Three pulled out his sarcasm to see how his 'girlfriend' would react to that and how she'd deal with it. Unfortunately for three, however, She was pretty aggressive for action so he brought back what he said.

"Aren't you emotionally unstable?" The crew went on with the hums of "oohs" as Four quieted them down pushing three out of the way. "Hey- slow down- we don't want to settle up fights here, right "Three"?" 

SMG4 tilts his head, side-eyeing at Three. He just wished that the man wouldn't do anything stupid. "Right." Angered by the purple and black. 

"Anyways- six, you have the microphone" SMG4 lets go of her to make the brunette feel welcomed and comfortable. "Hello everyone! My name is T-A-G-6, I'm just a lovely and polite girl who loves to play video games and helps out with editing videos! I do find memes funny too besides with this cutie" 

Six looked at Four with a smirk and winked at him, four giggled like a blushing boy from high school. This made Three's brows change out with a more angered expression giving her the looks.

"My name stands for 'Totally-Average-Girl' then there's six! You can call me Tag or Six if you prefer it that-" SMG3 decides to break in again, approaching her confidently smiling. 

For three who wanted to show her who's boss at being close with SMG4.

 "how about bombers? You sound like a horse and you play like a hooker tiny wrink-" 

TAG6 took a step back summoning a big solid grey hammer, whaming Three's chin then up to the roof where he gets thrown out to the space leaving him screaming.

"So- any questions?" Her left eye twitched from Three's sudden call from her. (Why he... better get a taste of his own medicine! ) Six pouted her mouth just putting a thought about Three's immediate reaction.

"Ooh! Ooh! How did you two meet?" Tari asked intrigued with TAG6's special skill and appearance. "Funny to answer that but- we met online" SMG4 walked in looking back at Tag's lavender eyes.

Four and Tag explained to the crew how they met while on a public server from multimedia works. Four noticed Tag has the same interest as him, and a few more days of him taking her on dates.

The two finally made it official. "Wait wait! Did you both kiss?" Saiko looked at the two with an amused look when Four and Tag struck eye contact and then back to her. "Umm- no we- haven't yet... we're taking this whole thing- slow..."

TAG6 made a sheepish grin and with Four scratching his back, "We uh- we're not there yet..." SMG4 looked down sadly but forced a smile just for TAG6 to not worry her.

"But- that's okay! We can- do that if... we're both ready..." simply patting Four's back gaining comfort from her.

The crew showered her with questions and conversations, as Meggy left in hopes of finding where SMG3 had gone right after TAG6 blew him off the roof.

"SMG3? Are you here?" She said following three foot tracks from the mud. "SMG3!" Meggy shouted his name to be left with faint sobs near the bush.

Meggy quietly sneaks in, to see SMG3 crying silently hugging both of his knees. "What am I gonna do now? Four has a girlfriend and he didn't even tell me... I don't even know WHY this bothers me so much-" 

Meggy felt bad at Three, he didn't deserve any of this. She began to back away but snapped a twig from under, getting Three's attention as he looked at the sound.

"Squid. What are you doing here...? Came to make fun of me?" SMG3 wiped out his tears after seeing Meggy, getting up properly from the ground.

"I didn't mean to barge in like that, I saw you crying and... well- sorry..." Meggy held her left elbow in a single shell of comfort.

Three sighed, but seeing him not pushing or telling the orange squid to go away. She continued. "He means so much to you if that's what I would've guessed" 

Meggy stood next to him, looking down at the ground. "Ever since before and after three, I know. I saw how you acted... you know, you can't keep your feelings in there for too long" 

“I can’t say that I’d let it all out only idiots do that.” 

Meggy turns around. “It’s your choice, only you decide what you pick. Please remember SMG3… it’s not healthy to cover up wounds without someone doing so.” 

“But at all costs, you’ll be okay three” Meggy placed her hand to his shoulder. “I can’t promise that sh-t.” SMG3 shrugs off Meggy’s hand leaving her out of the way.

—-

In the castle, SMG4 enjoys getting compliments on how he just got a girlfriend along with them congratulating him. For Mario however, he doesn’t see anything changing from the man.

“Boy, you sure know how to charm a woman SMG4” Mario gave out a laugh to which SMG4 gave along. “Guess I bring out my luck to 'em” he finger guns at TAG6 with a wink.

TAG6 played along to her role, acting in love, acting happy, acting fine, acting okay. Everything was fake behind the mask, she felt anger, disgust, hatred, and pity with his crew and SMG4 to himself.

(How cheesy could this guy get along with his members? It’s so boring…) The goop who controls its own human body, rolled its eyes for who knows how many?

But no matter… I still have the Meme Guardian in our grasp, there is no way of escape for the man and the plan itself…

TAG6 made a sly face behind his shoulder. This plan is just getting started…

“Hey! U-uh- Meggy Spletzer… was it?” She caught the orange squid’s attention by surprise. “Yep, that's my name! You know me from somewhere?” Tag gets too excited and squirms, hugging Meggy tightly in results crushing her ribs.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- OH MY GOD!!! I’M SUCH A BIG FAN! I SAW YOU ON TV, YOU WON ON SPLATOON FEST!” Tag shook her from side to side, nuzzling under her neck. “Sorry- heh…Again- I’m such a big fan!” Disgusting. 

Meggy swoons her head from left to right, trying to recover her strength after Tag lets her go. “How long have you been a fan? Now that's a shock, but- well- it’s an honor to be known as your splat star!” 

(Everything is going smoothly as it is… remember the plan… get close to his friends and never let them know about his disappearance.)

With a quick glance on the brunette’s, it is now Mario’s turn again to speak with his closest friend. “Don't you feel a bit happier now that you got a girlfriend SMG4?” Mario asked, in such a simple question. 

This made SMG4 rethink about his whole life, yeah he is happy that he got a girlfriend. But why does he feel like something else is missing? Why did it feel so wrong? Where does he even get this? It couldn’t possibly be SMG3.

The SMG3 he knew wouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings to him… right…? He's never been the intimate guy that he knew who would be pulling these stuffs... or would he...? Nah- three doesn't have these stuff its just SMG4 being an overthinker...

But really tho... he doesnt have these feelings to him right...?

…

Right…?

“Pshh- You’re talking nonsense Mario- TAG6 is a perfect girl and a perfect person to me! Why would I be less happy about this?” SMG4 re-arranged his hat and pulled his collar.

It felt that something inside of him cracked, from this hurting and deep tingling he’s touched. He couldn’t get a hint.

Mario points up his hand, speaking of his joy rate. The more the red italian spent the time with SMG4, the more he knew every move and every breath of his best friend.

There is a high difference on how he acts around them, yet this one is giving him a vibe that- he couldn’t understand.

Something is telling him that this person does NOT have a soul… nor this person is even living...

——

Next Chapter - One is off, theres two but one

[PENDING...]

[gadriezmannsgirl]

It's Our Thing - P.G

Hope you like it, guys! It's a bit long but it's really cute.

Please, remember English it's not my first language! So, sorry if there's any misspell

When you first met Gavi, it wasn't in the best of terms. Your best friend, Andrea, was and still is a huge fan of the Barcelona team, meanwhile you, you did knew a bit of your rookies, about football and stuffs because of your two older brothers, you learned to like the game and understand every single thing of it. You just never really went all in into it and never really looked for a favorite team, to cheer on and suport.

So, when she announced herself at your parents, saying she got you a number 6 Gavi jersey and showed you a pair of tickets for Barcelona vs. Cádiz, in LaLiga, you didn't complain.

You didn't complain about the tickets but you left in her hands the Barcelona jersey, sitting once more in the couch, in your previous position.

"C'mon, Y/N/N" She whined "This is the cute guy I was talking you about. I truly think you'd like him"

"And why would I like him if he doesn't know me?"

"C'mon, don't be that way. Just because Louis Tomlinson had a kid without you doesn't mean, you can't have it with Ga-OUCH!"

"That fucking hurt, you know?" You said pointing a finger at her after throwing her one of the cushions next to you

"Sorry" She sat down next to you "He's our age and he even shares the same birthday date as you"

"That's nice to hear. A lot of people was, is and will be born in August 5th, you know?" You said going back to your phone "I accept the invitation, I'll never turn down a good match but I won't be using anyone's name on my back but mine. So... Unless you've a Y/LN jersey, I'm going in normal clothes"

She sighed throwing her head back "Fine" She agreeded "But we are so cheering for Barcelona"

And that was it.

The day of the match came in and you girls were at Camp Nou, looking for your seats. Andrea had gotten the best seats, nearly close the pitch, being separated only by the bench and the guards, from where you girls where you could hear everything the players, directors and coaches could yell at perfection.

It was great.

After a little while, a selling guy passed and you bought some mango juice while your friend had a Coca-Cola and asked for a few snacks to have while the game was on.

Right now, the players were warming up for the match

"Is it possible for someone to look so good as Eric García is looking?" You laughed while taking your drink to your lips to have a sip of it

"You're crazy for that man, aren't you?"

"¡CUIDADO!"

Someone in the pitch, had yelled out, before you felt a strong hit at your jaw and hand, causing the drink you were having to spill all over you and the straw go up to your nose

"¡Maldición!" You yelled out while your friend quickly hurried up and gave you some napkins for your bleeding nose

"¡Ay díos mío!" You could hear people gasping and being worried about you.

The blood wasn't going easy

"Somebody help, please" Your friend yelled panicked

"Put your head up!" You heard someone in the back say and you did what you were told

"Oye, lo siento muchísimo" You heard a male voice say but couldn't quite recognize the owner of the voice

"Let's take her to the dressing rooms and have her checked out"

You, along with the help of your friend where scorted to the dressing rooms, even tho, you didn't feel anything besides the straw still on your nose even tho it wasn't there anymore and the hardcore pain, you didn't even know how were you walking around the insides of the Camp Nou

"Here" You heard someone say and Andrea made you sit down. And the doctor started to check your nose and do his job.

Some minutes later, you don't know how many, the players came in. The blood had stopped and you had a napkin on top of your nose

"How's she?"

"She'll be fine" The doctor said and explained a few things, for you, for your friend and for the guys who were worried.

"I'm so sorry" A brunette with big brown eyes said instantly "I was the one who hit you"

"Nice kick, bud" That's all you said before groaning a bit

"I'm truly sorry. I'm Pablo Gavi" You stared at his hand for a bit before handing him yours

"Y/N Y/L/N" You said simply.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Practice at home your shoot" You said making the entire team laugh a little

"No. I mean, really, how can I make it up to you? I feel so bad" You shake your head a bit before hissing

"Just win. And that'll be it" You said trying to pull out the bloody napkin out of your nose "Can we go and see the game?" You asked lightly

"Of course" He said quickly nodding "Do you maybe want to watch it with the rest of the players in the bench?"

And that was the start of how Pablo got into your life.

The cheeky bastard, knowing your name, searched your Insta and slided into your DM's, soon developing a friendship and after a three months of friendship, he asked you out on a date.

August, 5 came in; and Pablo didn't quite knew that it was also your birthday, so when he invited you at his house to celebrate with his teammates and some of his friends of La Masía and his family; you asked if your best friend could come with you. Of course he said yes and off you went.

You didn't wanted to make a big thing for your birthday, you've already celebrated it with your friends at Uni, your fam did a little cake for you and they already (Even with your protest) gave you some presents.

"THE BIRHTDAY GIRL IS HERE ALREADY!" Your best friend shouted when you came into view and you quickly shushed her up

"Birthday girl?" Pedri asked

"No" "Yes"

You both looked at each other "It's Y/N's birthday"

"Lies"

"Is it your birthday?" Pablo asked in surprise

You sighed and nodded "It is"

"Why didn't you tell me that?! THIS IS AMAZING!" He said hugging you and giving you a cute kiss on your lips "¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor!"

And the wave of congratulations started to sorround you. Belén, Pablo's mother even went ahead and bought another cake just for you. And when the candles were blew out, Pablo turned to give you a kiss on your cheek and hug you tightly

"August 5th is our thing now, love"

Years passed by, six to be exact when he got down on one knee and proposed to you. On August 5th.

And now, two years later, already married and with two newborn babies. Natalia Alexia and Nicolás Martín Páez Y/L/N.

"They are so beautiful" Pablo said while having Natalia in his arms while you had Nicolás "She looks just like you"

"And he, like you" You replied "I never imagined falling in love with a football player, y'know?" You laughed "Andrea from the beggining told me that she thought you were fit for me. And you are" You giggled

Pablo with a smile on his face, walking over to you and leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly.

"And you are. You are fit for me, just like how I am fit for you" You smiled at him and kissed him once more "You look beautiful, señora Gavira" You laughed

"I look like I just gave birth to twins"

"Extremely sexy, may I add"

You shaked your head smiling and when you turned your head to watch the hour, it hit you.

04:29am

"Cariño" You said with a smile on. August, 5th "Happy birthday"

Pablo smiled looking at the clock as well "Happy birthday to you too, mi reina" He kissed you once more "Te amo"

Three hours ago you had given birth. On August, 5th.

"I love you too" You both smiled at each other before, Natalia moved in Pablo's arms making him look down at her "You know..." Pablo lifted his head from our baby girl "August, 5th is really our thing"

Pablo smiled and nodded "It really is our thing"

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MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | JOHN PRICE

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Chapter Seventeen

The downside of being sick especially during the school year is catching up, which Jinx couldn't count and keeping up with. It was like they were the fastest train in the world and she was trying to catch up with the train on her clumsy legs.

How much she hated that

So she was now sitting over all her notebooks and books trying to understand the subjects she had skipped when she was ill. She hadn't gone to school yet come Tuesday for the second day in a row she stayed with the social worker at Price's flat. He didn't like Jinx staying alone it was an understandable worry, but he had an even bigger worry about the social worker

Totally disliked the brunette, who seemed to like Captain

But in the romantic sense of the word

To Price's displeasure, but to Jinx's amusement

- 'Don't think so much just do,' chastised Annalise as she finally lifted her gaze from over the phone and looked at the teenager who was staring dead in one spot as was always her habit when in deep thought, 'Price didn't teach you that it's not acceptable for a lady to think so much? - replied Annalise raising an eyebrow Jinx looked at her and was silent she only furrowed her brow continuing to rotate the pen between her fingers

- Thinking makes her feel alive - muttered Jinx curving her face in a grimace she looked at the notebook that was lying under her hand - Besides I thought it was just to socialise me - she added after a while

- It's clearly forgetting good manners - she accused Annalise, and the gaze of her brown eyes looked at the phone display again. Only in her mind could Jinx show her tongue to the woman next to her, but she regretted that she could not do so

And no wait

Maybe

She won't notice anyway

She stuck out her tongue curving her face smiling mischievously wrinkles appeared under Jinx's eyes from her smile as she shamelessly showed her tongue to Annalise when she wasn't even looking, a giggle left the teenager's throat and when the alarmed older woman raised her head Jinx continued to show her tongue to her

- Jinx! - indignantly the brunette looked at the teenager and irritation began to flow through her veins - Where are your manners? - she rebuked her shaking her head in disbelief. She didn't like that Jinx was being so childish as if she was still five and not sixteen.

- 'Apparently Price didn't teach me those,' the teenager mocked, laughing to herself pleased with how her joke came out even if the social worker didn't like it. The carer almost turned red with rage as she squeezed the phone in her hand miraculously without breaking it from the death grip the poor phone had taken by Jinx's teasing.

- 'When John comes back I'll tell him how you behaved,' threatened the grown woman looking at the teenager with such hatred in her eyes that Jinx could have fainted. If she had been younger and less brave. And so she merely looked at the social worker with boredom in her eyes as if she had heard that phrase all her life and it made no difference to her

- For you Price or Captain - smiled the teenager innocently - As far as I know he did not allow you to address him by his name - she continued to smile innocently. She didn't even know why she started defending Price, she had no interest in doing so, but her mind told her to do it

- Don't annoy me Jinx - growled Annalise quietly and her face turned red the more irritation flowed through her veins

- I'm not annoying you - the teenager sneered with a mischievous smile - I'm telling the truth - she shrugged her shoulders

- I am older than you I deserve respect and you don't show it - she pointed her finger at the teenager as if her finger was a magic wand that could kill her with one simple spell

But it's real life and he's threatening her with his finger

U scary

Jinx merely snorted under her breath laughing at Annalise's reaction, she seems to have found a new occupation that she enjoys and that she will continue to do until she succumbs to death. Watching Annalise refrain from doing something to her was even better than she might have thought, when she looked at Annalise's red face she couldn't help but giggle

- To see you in the mirror! - giggled the teenager, covering her mouth with her hand to "hide" her laughter, which was already so loud that she could not suppress it by covering her mouth - You are so red - the teenager continued testing Annalise's buttons - Like a tomato! -

- Jinx - the older woman started threateningly, but the teenager didn't listen to her

- Well, what the hell. Tomato - She giggled giving the older woman the nickname , "Tomato" appropriate to Annalise's appearance

Annalise fidgeted in exasperation - Listen shit - she growled menacingly, Jinx could almost shit her pants. And no wait.

She didn't

She wasn't afraid of her

- 'I'm not listening,' Jinx replied sarcastically as she looked at the notebook she had under her hands, 'You're trying to be threatening and all you're doing is,' she continued as she felt Annalise grab her wrist and pull her up to get her up from the chair. Her wrist was stuck in the undying grasp of Annalise who looked at her as if she felt like murdering her for that sarcasm.

Jinx, however, tensed slightly when she saw those eyes. Eyes that reminded her of many situations she had lived through those brown eyes suddenly turned blue and Jinx had to keep the screaming deep inside her as her playful mind turned Annalise into a man with blonde hair and blue eyes

- 'You're not leaving the room until John comes back,' said the blond man rather aggressively pulling Jinx as easily as if she weighed nothing. Jinx wrestled her heels to the ground, but the panels in the floor didn't make it any easier as she slipped like a sardine in fat. Annalise was always quick to lose her nerve, but the teenager never thought I would go so far as to do such an act.

- 'You're just a pathetic human being who shouldn't exist,' the man sneered as he continued walking towards his target, which was the door to the room, unconcerned with how much Jinx didn't want it, 'You have no right to exist,' the officer went on 

- No, no, no, no - Jinx began to panic slightly and her blue eyes widened to the size of golf balls, she tried to break free from the grip by hitting her fists into the hand of the man who was well built and in officer's attire - I don't want to go back there - she mumbled quickly under her breath and her breath caught in her throat she couldn't breathe and tears were blurring her vision - Let go - she said louder

And the man still did not listen to her

- How come you didn't die in the street? - The officer continued to sneer, enjoying seeing those panicked blue eyes of the girl who was pulling rather violently on her wrist, she wouldn't have been surprised if he had damaged something in her wrist by the pulling.

She could just see them approaching this white door, behind which was a staircase leading down to the basement and at the end of it was another door, but to get to it you had to enter a code that only the man who was pulling Jinx by the sleeve knew. She tugged, but it didn't help only to tighten his hideous hands more on her wrist, which begged for help

- You only bring bad luck. No wonder you called yourself , "Jinx" - The man gloomily giggled - You will never know happiness or meet good people - The officer whispered as if it was a curse he was casting on the teenager opened the door and threw her into the room pushing her forward

Suddenly she was thrown into the room and the door slammed behind her. She flew like an inert sack of potatoes falling to the ground her eyes were opened to the size of golf balls as tears flew freely from them. Suddenly she was in the room she had inhabited, since she had come to the Captain she had not been in that house in Mexico. She was in Price's flat, but it felt like that basement she had been imprisoned in since she was born

All she could hear was Annalise swearing under her breath in all Jinx's run amok however, she had done her harm come what may. Jinx could swear to the whole world that the person she hit was the person who created the biggest hell that could exist in the whole world for her and it was only because of the fantasies of this devil that she couldn't call him a man. It was the devil.

She didn't even know she had started crying the panic in her veins was greater than the teenager thought. She couldn't breathe she was taking rapid wheezing breaths.

She curled up wanting to disappear from the world she hugged her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against her bent knees she sank to her side and silently sobbed trying to put out of her head every memory that was now haunting her. But it wouldn't go away it only got worse to the point where she didn't even know when her eyelids got heavy enough that her consciousness drifted away leaving her lying on the floor

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- Captain? - asked a British voice as a soft knock echoed through the Captain's office, John sat at his desk filling out paperwork with his signatures while reviewing upcoming missions. Come the whole day he had practically sat idly by and looked at the picture the teenage girl had painted, his mind trying to figure out what she had in mind when she painted the room, which well....

It looks like the basement of the oldest house in the world if it isn't already rubble

The teenage girl's words kept playing in his mind like a broken vinyl , "A room she doesn't want to go back to" he tried to work out what she might have meant

Was she claustrophobic?

That could have been the point, but it didn't sit well with the captain. As if it was too obvious. Jinx would never give such an obvious thing away, since she's been with him and she arrived in June and it's January he's managed to learn that the teenager won't say anything about her past until she trusts him.

She could talk about things related to life on the street, but she never mentioned the place where she was born and raised

Or was it just the street? She had been on the street since she was born

No it couldn't be that

Also too obvious for him

- Captain? - called out the voice behind the door again, but the creaking of the door effectively roused the Captain from his trance. When he lifted his head he met the brown eyes of his sergeant, who was leaning his head out of the door so he could see the captain - May I come in? - he asked

- Come in Gaz, you know my office is always open," muttered John, pushing the image away from him and bringing the papers he was about to handle closer, "What do you come to me with? - asked Price, giving the junior sergeant a "V" shaped smile.

- 'Well,' began Gaz as he closed the door, with quick steps he headed for the chair in front of Price's desk. The chair that so often welcomed him into its embrace, as it always did only this time Gaz came a little early.

Price and Garrick had a habit of having coffee together during the break. However, during the Urzykistan war they had grown close enough to be good friends who would happily chat during breaks to catch up even if it was daily. Every day after twelve o'clock the place to be for Garrick is the chair opposite the captain. One would think that Gaz had done something and was now paying a penalty in the form of a

the captain's rug".

But that was not the case

- Get to the point Gaz thinks a lot - the older man encouraged him by pulling a cigar out of a drawer and putting it between his lips - And that makes me even more curious - he shrugged his shoulders as he patted his trouser pockets to find a lighter

- It's about that advice I gave you - said Gaz leaning back to meet the back of the chair, as if he wanted to look relaxed and yet still had his muscles tense - Did it help? - Asked Gaz finally - Any light on the matter? Less thoughts or anything? - he asked

John only sighed and shook his head - Not really. - He muttered and his hoarse voice demanded water and not another shot of nicotine from his cigar - She painted something, that's a fact - he admitted, letting the smoke out of his mouth

- And? What did she paint? -

- You tell me -

The captain's hand reached for the picture Jinx had painted and he handed the canvas to Gaz, who furrowed his brow when he saw the illustrations. At that moment he felt as if he was at the most important exam and had to interpret the painting, which was so complicated that he didn't know where to start

Because it was

Seemingly simple painted grey walls and rusty pipes coming out of the walls one darker line on the walls indicated that the pipes were leaking. The pipes weren't even shades of grey or metal anymore they were shades of brown too rusty to be indistinguishable from the colour of the bricks

- What is it? - asked Gaz wrinkling his eyebrows and his gaze focused on the painting or more precisely the room, which he could honestly admit looked like something out of a Horror movie or a torture chamber.

- 'I thought you were going to help me with figuring out what this was all about,' confessed the captain shrugging his shoulders, his ideas running out. He felt like a fool for not being able to come up with the simplest solution, but he had always thought that it was better to think a lot and maybe wrong than never to think at all - She described it as , "a room she doesn't want to go back to" - quoted John while continuing to smoke a cigar

There was a familiar burning sensation in his lungs as he took a drag on the cigar, but it did not give him release from his thoughts and in fact added each new thought that was wrong. Perhaps.

- Why does it look like it's a cellar - he giggled dryly Gaz completely humourless. Nothing seemed to fit him - So this is it? Is this what he's thinking about the most? - asked Gaz

- About the stupid basement? - Gaz scoffed slightly, he too couldn't match anything with anything. Nothing matched him. However, after a moment he became more serious when the captain did not laugh at his joke 

A bad joke

But Garrick laughed it off

- Did she say anything more? - asked Garrick still looking at the painting

Price only shook his head, let the smoke out of his mouth he looked towards the window - No - he denied without looking at the younger man - I'm not even close to getting the full information -

- still silent? -

- No, he continues to sit in his head - Price shook his head - He talks normally, but he sits in his head for a long time. He thinks too much - Price sighed

Garrick merely clamped his mouth into a narrow line not knowing what else he could do about the situation - Checking the house is not part of the deal either - muttered Gaz to himself. It was all messed up and both military men didn't know where to start looking, they had no anchor to which they could attach themselves to find clues. They had to wait maybe the teenager herself would tell the captain what was bothering her night and day.

What she is thinking about

Why she has nightmares

And how to help her?

These questions kept ringing in the captain's head and he didn't know how to answer them. Even her criminal record didn't tell him much because she didn't have much written down, it looked as if she had already, since she was ten years old, turned up in London and then disappeared for months at a time only to turn up sporadically. Maybe she was working with someone? She must have been hiding somewhere, and if so, where was the hiding place? And where are her accomplices

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PERVINCO

tanthamore

ch. blurb : for her pride (all pun intended) kit, unable to accept her fate as a pillow princess, tries to top jade. simple! ...she just has to figure out what the hell she's doing.

cw : bad writing ⋆ lemon (!smut!) ⋆ mature language ⋆ canon compliant ⋆ !! includes - teasing, oral, and fingering ❤︎

chapter word count : 3.2k

ᥫ᭡. ~ as the self-proclaimed overlord of the pillow princess kit crusaders, even i adore the idea of her getting in her ego about being a bottom and trying to top jade. ( im also highly in love with the concept of jade being topped.) so i hope you all enjoy this !

credit to cafekitsune for the lovely dividers and banners (they're all so stinkin' cute, right !!?)

chapter one

Fuck. Kit groaned mentally; it still wasn't enough.

"Done already? We just started," Jade's teasing frustrated her more. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off her face and see it contorted in vexation, irritation, and...pleasure? "Think you're in the position to be distracted, princess?"

Jade's sword swinging at her head pulled Kit from her derailed train of thought. She blocked the attack swiftly, but Jade was just as quick to swing at her chest, immediately slowing it to soften the impact. Kit fell back, smacking the ground in annoyance.

"You didn't strike properly." She chided.

Jade countered, "And you weren't concentrating properly."

She helped Kit off the ground, chuckling as the princess grew angrier. "That doesn't matter! When I'm open, take it; I told you not to hold back anymore."

"I was not holding back; the strength I used was what you can handle for now. Once you surpass that-."

"I can handle more now," Kit ranted, gesturing to her armor.

Jade scoffed and crossed her arms. "Just because you have that cuirass doesn't mean I'm going to strike you to kill."

It was no use arguing back and forth, so Kit shrugged her shoulders and began to walk off. "Whatever, I'll have Boorman actually spare with me." 

"No, you won't." Her voice raised a bit, and though Kit enjoyed the firmness of her tone, it was a bit too much; she didn't back down. Biting the inside of her cheek, she glared back at Jade.

"I won't?" Kit laughed dryly and turned away once more. As stubborn as she was, Jade knew her threat wasn't empty.

Huffing, she sped up to her retreating lover and struck her sword before her. The blade was inches from her throat; Kit turned her head and smiled. Standing still for a moment longer, staring into Jade's eyes, she knocked the sword away with her own and struck back.

A chain attack opened between the two; their surrounding area was filled with grunting and the clashing of steel. Nearby animals scurried off as their spar became more hectic. Jade, being entirely on the offense, oddly excited Kit; her swings were aggressive and unforgiving.

Admittedly, they were becoming more challenging to keep up with, but that's all she wanted; she wouldn't learn if Jade coddled her through training. She'd never be able to protect her against the Wyrm and whatever obstacles it throws at them in her current state.

Her reflexes have gotten better. Jade praised and began attacking faster. She watched Kit stumble slightly, giving her an opening, and as requested, she took it. In one fell swoop, Jade struck Kit's sword, disarming her, and slammed the hilt of her sword right above her diaphragm, knocking the brunette off her feet.

Kit hit the ground harder this time, falling flat on her back, knocking the little bit of air she had left in her chest. Tossing her sword aside, Jade quickly straddled Kit as she tried to recuperate before grabbing her wrists and pinning her down. 

"You've improved greatly, Your Highness," Jade started as she leaned closer, leveling their faces. "But you're still not ready. Understood?" It was too much. Adrenaline was high; their bodies were too close, and everything was getting hotter. Kit whined in response, struggling to free herself from Jade's tight grasp.

"Understood?" Jade repeated, this time just above a whisper and dripping with sultry. Breathlessly, Kit finally replied with a rushed yes and freed her wrist. She pulled Jade into a kiss that became desperate and intense. 

Knowing what was needed, Jade pulled her body off Kit's and kneeled, sitting on her heels, then leaned over to take the Lux Arcana from the cuirass. Deactivated, the shiny body armor contracts, and the breastplate is back in its dull, tattered-looking state. Kit sat up, ripped it from her body, and aimlessly discarded it before straddling Jade and capturing her lips again.

Jade's hands busied themselves with unbuttoning Kit's top as she moved from kissing her lips to her neck. She nibbled and sucked various spots, all receiving the same airy whine. Kit threw her head back, granting Jade more access, and latched her hands into her velvety curls. Pushing open Kit's shirt, Jade's hands went straight to her breast, kneading them softly over her thin brassier. She teasingly peppered kisses over Kit's collarbone and the exposed areas of her chest, laughing softly when her hair was gripped tighter. Kit tugged it back, forcing Jade to look up at her, and immediately attacked her lips.

Feeling she had withheld pleasure from Kit long enough, she began unbuttoning her own top. Before she was halfway down the row of buttons, a twig snapping followed by a deep and familiar 'oh' made her stop dead in her tracks. Hastily, she snatches both sides of Kit's shirt up her shoulders and wraps it closed over her exposed torso before gripping her own together.

Kit instantly removed herself from Jade's lap and turned away from the intruders. Craning her neck, she saw Airk and Boorman standing awkwardly behind them. Only Airk radiated awkwardness; Boorman appeared somewhat amused as he leaned against a tree, giving her a knowing smile. Airk scratched the back of his head, looking anywhere else but them.

The twin cleared his throat, gazing at the suddenly interesting grass while passing his basket filled with wild vegetables between both hands. "Ah...this spot is occupied....We can go find clovers elsewhere; excuse us." 

"Yeah, don't let us stop you! Sparing sessions are important; at least, that's what you said to get out of herb hunting early. Anyway, we'll leave-." Boorman added, receiving a nudge from Airk and a glare from Jade.��

"No! We'll go." Kit rushed out, still not facing the rest; she grabbed the cuirass and its key before rushing off. Boorman coughed to poorly stifle his chuckle, causing Jade to shake her head before picking up her and Kit's sword, following after her.

Come nightfall, the group, tired from traveling and forging, were bathed and huddled around the fire, eating roasted duck. Sparing had worked up Kit's hunger, so her portion didn't last long in her bowl. Jade gave her bowl over, causing Elora to frown.

"You don't like it?"

"I did, I'm just not that hungry."

Mouthful, Boorman chimed in, "Really? After we interrupted your royal feast early, I'd think you'd be famished by now."

A flush crept up on Kit's face, "I. Will. End. You." Sword in hand, she was on her feet just as Jade threw a bone in the cackling man's direction and pulled Kit back beside her. Willow and Airk kept their faces shoved in their bowls to avoid the confrontation.

"Right, this is for you," Elora exclaimed, tossing her a small vial of greenish cream. Kit caught it, tearing her eyes away from Boorman, and scanned it, confused, before letting Jade take it to inspect. "What is it?"

"Helps repel mosquitoes and soothe their bites; they've been rampant. I see one has already gotten to you." After that last line, the rest of the group was thrown into a fit of laughter right along with Boorman. Even Jade was chuckling, which sent Kit over the edge. She snatched up her belongings and then began to storm off.

"Where are you going?" Jade called out, amused when she heard her grumble something about patrolling. 

Going far enough to be unable to them or the fire crackling, Kit threw her things down and screamed in frustration. After straightening her blankets, she sprawled out on her back and sighed. A soft rustle of leaves disrupted her short moment of peace. Kit raised up on her elbows and watched Jade come into view. 

"You forgot something,"

"What?" 

Jade pulled the vial of cream from her pocket, causing Kit to roll her eyes and turn away. Jade's laugh filled the air; it took everything in Kit to keep from smiling. She felt her lay down behind her before being tugged back into her chest. Her lips instantly attached to Kit's neck, making her moan lightly. "What do you think? Will it repel me?" Annoyed, the princess shook off her knight and scooted away. 

"Leave."

"Alright, I'll stop," Satisfied, Kit lay flat on her back again and stared at her. "Brat," Jade muttered, pulling her into a kiss. Kit's body didn't take long to return to the same touch-craved and needy state it was in that afternoon. Their outer layer of clothes was shed soon after, and Jade began gripping and rubbing Kit's inner thigh, causing her head to feel fuzzy. She wanted this, but still, she grabbed Jade's hand, stopping her.

Jade looked at her, confused, "What's wrong," 

"Let me top this time." This caused the redhead to laugh a little before sitting up.

"Why the sudden interest?"

"Well... Why not?" Kit questioned. It wasn't a crazy request, right? The times they 'played,' it's always been her on the receiving end. It's only fair she gets to have a chance.

"Is this because of the teasing?"

"Wha- no," Yes. "Why are you against it? Scared, I'd do better." Kit taunted.

She had to flip the situation around as her body began to betray her. Jade was well aware as she had been lightly dragging her fingertips over Kit's body the entire time. Take advantage of every sensitive zone. She loved seeing her try not to show a reaction, only for her body to jolt a bit as Jade inched past her naval. "I know you can't,"

"It's- mmh," She bit back a moan as Jade slid her hand over her clothed core. "It's not like it's hard," She rushed out and quickly sat up. Jade grinned, unfazed, before pulling Kit on top of her.

"Alright, then do it." Kit's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected response. She was sure Jade would fight her more on the topic, but now that she'd let her win so quickly, everything to do next seemed all jumbled. She straddled her waist and began fidgeting with her hands.

Jade smiled and whispered, 'Go on' after laying flat. She rubbed Kit's thighs softly, waiting patiently for the princess to make her first move. Kit nodded hesitantly and leaned down to kiss Jade.

Topping shouldn't be too hard, but the sudden pressure suffocated her. What was she to do first? How long before moving on to the next thing? What exactly are the things she's to do? Her second mistake was figuring she'd think of the next move while occupying Jade's lips with her own. The first was mindless, challenging Jade tonight. All it took was Jade's tongue invading her mouth to make Kit falter. She tried thinking of what was usually done to her, but the way Jade began biting her low lip and gripping her waist, all that flooded her mind was how wet she was becoming and how she was sure Jade knew. It never failed to amaze herself how much something so simple affected her.

Thinking quick, Kit moved to Jade's neck. Envisioning how Jade gives her love bites, she attempts the same—problem three. The stifled noises she heard slipping past Jade's lips made her proud until they became audible cackles. Jade tried covering her mouth and containing herself, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry-Kit, wait, I didn't mean to laugh." Pushing off over her, Kit sat between Jade's legs and bit her lip in anger. Jade sat up and wiped the tears that formed in her eyes, finally stopping her giggle.

"You're messing me up on purpose."

"I'm not, honestly. It was just a bit funny-."

"It's never funny when you do it to me,"

"That's because I know what I'm doing." Pulling at her hair in frustration, Kit pushed Jade back down. "I know what I'm doing; stop cheating." 

Kit couldn't wrap her head around the ordeal; she did exactly what Jade usually does. So why was it different?

When Jade kisses her neck, Kit loses all control of her senses, and her body listens only to Jade instantly after. So why was it so weird when she tried it?

I won't lose.

Her mind went to the one place she was sure Jade wouldn't be able to giggle if it was kissed. She kissed Jade's lips down to her pelvis. Humming in satisfaction, Jade began playing with and pulling at Kit's hair. "That feels quite nice."

"Don't patronize me," Kit muttered, not sparing her a glance, and tried to ignore how good the hair-pulling felt. Kissing her over the thin cloth, Kit remembered how Jade does it to her—problem four. Hands or mouth, when Jade gets below the belt, Kit's brain stops functioning. She can't even kiss her neck correctly; how was she supposed to do better down here?

Jade condescendingly asked if she was doing alright. Shushing her, Kit stared down at her own hand, confused. Should she start with one or two fingers? One would obviously be first, but she wanted to do her better; more is better. Right?

Kit pulled off the thin cloth and tossed it aside. Let's just wing it, she thought to herself. Her mouth latched onto Jade's clit and began sucking harshly. Before Jade could address her current discomfort mercilessly, two fingers were jabbed into her, causing her to scream out in pain. Kit removed herself at once and watched, worried, as Jade squeezed her legs close and turned over in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" 

Once the pain eventually let up, Jade huffed out, still clutching herself, and peered at Kit wide-eyed.

"What happened?! You attempting to impale me!"

"I don't get it; I just do what you usually do," Jade clicked her tongue. "I have never done that to you, first of all, and as I said before," She started, pulling Kit flat onto the blanket. "I know what I'm doing, princess," 

True to her word, as soon as her lips touched Kit's neck, a tingly coursed through her body. Instinctively, she wrapped her limbs around Jade and moaned out in pleasure. To add insult to injury, she was doing precisely what Kit had just attempted and far better. She couldn't act like it didn't feel good, even if her life depended on it. Jade began massaging her clit at a torturingly slow speed. Laughing softly into the crook of Kit's neck as she pleaded for her to go faster. Jade obliged and sped up. Occasionally, sliding her fingers between her folds, taunting Kit's entrance. 

"Please, Jade...lick." Jade hummed at her begging, finding it rather cute.

Letting herself be pulled into another messy kiss, she slowed her speed again and smiled as Kit cried out more. Teasing her was something she'd grow tired of.

Kit's hands left Jade's hair and pressed down on top of the hand, tormenting her, trying to force her to go faster. Jade responded by sliding a finger inside her. Kit threw her head back and let out a throaty moan. Her back arched off the ground as Jade kissed down her torso. Her right hand gripping Kit's thigh, forcing her leg apart, giving herself space to lay in front of her dripping core. After pumping out of her a few times, she gave Kit her tongue like she had been begging for.

Whenever she tried wrapping her leg around Jade to hold her closer, she'd receive a hard pinch, forcing her leg back into submission. She was sure her thigh was covered in tiny bruises, and she knew Jade would spend time kissing all of them later, making her wetter. 

Hearing her princess cry out her name made Jade's body quiver. She pulled her finger out of Kit, leaned up, and forced it into her mouth; she watched Kit shamelessly suck on it before pulling her hand away and kissing her. She touched herself with the same hand, and the other quickly entered Kit, adding two fingers. She moaned into Jade's mouth and rode her fingers.

Feeling her climax creeping up, Jade pumped inside both of them faster, kissing along Kit's jaw as she screamed louder as they came. Jade kissed Kit's breast one last time before flopping down beside her. 

Coming down from her high, Kit realized what had happened and slapped her hand on the ground "Fuck," She looked over at Jade and rolled her eyes at the grin on her face.

"Cheater."

"Cheater?! You were me begging so sweetly for more the entire time; I won fair and square."

"Let me try again," Jade shook her head and pushed her exhausted body off the ground, "Absolutely not stabby, c'mon."

Kit groaned and let Jade pull her to her feet and shuffle along bitterly as she was led to a spot for them to relieve and clean themselves. She can't lose like this, she thought sorely to herself. Not only would Jade never let her live it down, but she was also sure the others' incessant teasing would drive her insane. Jade led them to a waterfall nearby, pulling Kit under the pouring water and kissing her pouting lips.

The cool water felt nice against their warm bodies; tonight was particularly humid, making the cold shower much more appreciated. Jade racked her hands through Kit's short hair, letting the water wash away the sweat.

Kit began badgering her again. "This time was just practice; let me try again." Jade, acting as if she couldn't hear her over the rushing water, began rubbing her body down. She took time gently rubbing and kissing all the forming bruises on her body that came from their spar, and as predicted, when she saw the tiny bruises littering Kit's inner thigh, she kissed every one of them gingerly. 

"You're not being fair," Kit moaned, trying to steady herself; Jade's kissing was getting dangerously close. Her torment ended as Jade stood and began rubbing her own body down. Not even attempting to act as if she was helping, Kit's hands rested on her breasts and began groping them. Jade wiped the water from her face and smiled as Kit leaned in and kissed her.

It was slow and sweet. Jade cupped Kit's jaw, deepening the kiss before pulling away and resting their forehead together. They stood there holding each other, letting the water rain down on them. Kit sighed out contently. She loved how Jade was with her after sex; it helped clear her mind. Especially with their current predicament, they both needed moments like this.

Once the coolness of the water became too much to bear, the pair finally made their way back to their pallet. Silently, they took turns drying each other off and putting back on their clothes.

Jade hummed, "I'll let you try again," Beaming Kit pecked her on the lips. "Stab into me like that again, and I'll have you regret it, your highness."

Coyly, Kit smiled, "What will you do to me?"

"You'll find out; now, let's sleep. We'll need the rest."

Kit obeyed, leaning against the bags as makeshift pillows, and opened her arms. Jade laid in them and got comfortable, tightly wrapping her arm around Kit's waist. Her face nuzzled against her princess's chest, making her hum contentedly. Kit kissed her damp hair one last time before they both let slumber overcome them. 

ᥫ᭡. ~ don’t you just love it when sapphics. yea me too. part two, the final part in progress ❤︎

[elfwitchtrickster]

Maverick x reader Oneshot

Phoenix tells you about her crush on Rooster leading you to confess your soft spot for a certain captain

Part 2

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Y/N and Phoenix were lying on their towels watching the others play dogfight football. Y/N took a sip from her drink before Phoenix let out a laugh. "Can I tell you something" she said, staring at the boys. Y/N followed her gaze to try and figure out exactly which one she was staring at but she got distracted by a certain brunette in the centre of their makeshift field.

Y/N was baffled that he had still managed to keep his aviators on, despite him being tackled to the sand at least twice. But he was fast, and often managed to escape Hangman's attack. "Y/N?" Phoenix called waving a hand in front of her face. "Yeah sorry, tell me what?" She asked, tearing her eyes away from Maverick. Phoenix hesitated, "Please don't make fun of me, and don't you dare tell anyone" she said, Y/N was intrigued now. "It's me, of course I won't tell anyone" she assured Phoenix. The pilot took a deep breath before speaking.

"I umm... I like someo-" Y/N interrupted her with a little squeal. "Tell me, tell me, tell me" she said grabbing Natasha's hands and shaking them around. "I was trying to" Phoenix said with a laugh. "It's..." she trailed off and her eyes went back to the boys game. Y/N let out a loud gasp "Is it one of them?" She asked, eyes wide and Phoenix nodded slowly. Y/N straightened up, surveying the pilots to see which one Phoenix might like. "Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Bob!" She said very fast and Phoenix slapped a hand over her mouth before she could continue.

"Be quiet" she said, struggling to hold in her own giggle. The two girls laughed again. "Give me a clue" Y/N said and Phoenix smirked. "Well a little birdie-" "It's Rooster!!" Y/N exclaimed jumping up from her towel. "Shut up!" Phoenix whisper-yelled pulling her back down. "And maybe" she said, avoiding Y/N's eyes but her smile told her all she needed to know. "I mean I bet you're hoping that birdie ain't too little" Phoenix hit her stomach and they erupted into a fit of giggles again.

“You have to ask him out" Y/N said grasping Natasha's hands tighter. "I don't know" she said unsurely but Y/N wouldn't accept it. "At least consider it" she said looking at the brunette girl. Phoenix was quiet for a second before she agreed. Y/N squealed again, practically bouncing.

"What about you?" Phoenix asked as she stood up, walking onto the sand. Y/N followed her, looking out at the ocean. "I've never seen you go this long without a crush" Phoenix added and Y/N tried to hide her smile. "Well I mean I found someone but..." Phoenix waited anxiously for her to continue. "But what?" She asked exasperated. "He's a bit older than me, I don't think he'd even consider liking me cause of the age difference" she said sadly, kicking the sand with her foot.

“Oh c'mon, lots of guys like a younger girl, plus you're adorable, I'm sure you could weasel your way into any man's heart" she said and Y/N pushed her away with a chuckle. "I don't think so" she said quietly as she walked forward. Phoenix was determined to not let her think that way. "Tell me about him, and I'll tell you if I think you've got a chance" she said. Y/N turned back to her, raising her eyebrow. "Promise you won't make fun of me or tell anyone" she said, mimicking Phoenix's words from earlier. "Promise" she said, stepping forward to join the other girl.

"He's a little reckless, he acts younger than he is" Phoenix nodded as she spoke. "He's nice and funny and a little cheeky" she said with a small laugh. "Tell me what he wears, you can learn a lot about a guy from the way he dresses" she said brushing her hair back. "Well" Y/N knew if Phoenix hadn't figured it out from her last description, she'd definitely know from this. "Whenever I've seen him, besides his work clothes he wears jeans, these tight white t shirts" Natasha's eyebrow quirked and Y/N shoved her to the side muttering "shut up"

"Continue" she said, with a wide grin. "He always wears this brown bomber jacket covered in patches and I've never seen him without his aviators" Phoenix gasped and pointed toward the rowdy group. "Maverick?" She asked and when Y/N nodded she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god" she said, voice muffled by her hand.

“I know" Y/N said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's not my fault" she whined. "What, it's his?" Phoenix said, her tone dripping in sarcasm. "Yeah" Y/N mumbled weakly. "I mean look at him" she said gesturing to the boys. Y/N took a second to admire Maverick's shirtless form, his tanned chest as he stepped through the sand.

She watched him push his sunglasses further up his nose before she realised Phoenix was smirking at her. She felt her face go hot and it was most definitely red. Phoenix burst out laughing throwing an arm around the other girls shoulders. "Well I gotta I was not expecting that" she said with a chuckle. "But at least you've got a shot with Mav" Phoenix walked off in the direction of the boys game.

Y/N ran to catch up with her "What do you mean?" Phoenix stopped abruptly nearly making Y/N fall over. "I could totally see Mav going for a younger girl, he likes the confidence, he doesn't seem like he wants to settle down too soon and clearly he can keep up with the younger generation" she said nodding at their captain who was still full of energy despite having played for about an hour already. "Maverick's like one of those puppies, cocky and needs to run around for a while but he always comes back at the end of the day" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“I know he seems super put together but I'm sure he's just a little teddy bear" Natasha assured her, rubbing her shoulder as the other girl stared at Maverick unsurely. "If you're wrong about this, I'll kill you" Y/N muttered. Phoenix laughed again. "You know you love me" the brunette girl said nudging Y/N in the ribs. "Course I do" she said nudging Natasha back.

“Hey what's going on here" Roosters voice floated from behind them. "Nothing!" Both girls said, very quickly. They giggled at Bradley's confused face. "Just girl stuff" Y/N said as the two ran to join the football game.

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXII

Quick A/N: this chapter does contain adult themes, although nothing too explicit, couldn't bring myself to write the full thing lol. This was already established in both the disclaimers and the book description but just letting you know :) Anyways sorry for taking a while to update, take this as an apology. I won't be able to update as frequently come September because I have to do college :( I feel old. I'll still update though, of course. It just might take me a week or two between updates. 

"T-THIS WAS YOUR DOING...? YOU ARE THE LORD OF CRIMES?!" Adler exclaimed in surprise 

"Look.." Albert murmured, his voice gradually growing clearer "Within the circles of the nobles the death of another person is not a reason to stop a party. They only care about themselves." He took a sip of his red wine as (name) took a seat, her chin resting against her fist "At first I had to throw up all the time but I got used to it..to the point I can now drink a glass of wine after a murder in peace." 

'Or maybe because you're an alcoholic in denial..' 

(Name) sighed, evidently bored after the Barons death as Albert continued his almost Shakespearean dramatic monologue. 

"Even (name) here is bored after poisoning a man because of how she is used to these practices." Albert trailed off as Adler watched them with deep and genuine concern. "What I am trying to say is..the death of a single nobleman has no impact on the nobility itself. You could execute countless nobles and the rest would not care whatsoever." 

(Name) looked down at the nobles. Some were dancing other were conversing as if there wasn't a dead body in their presence. Their frivolous lifestyles could be acceptable to an extent but this was clearly crossing the line of what was acceptable. Obviously, dancing after a death of a man was not ethical in the slightest, but what would she know about ethics? She was married to the lord of crime. 

Speaking of marriage, after the recent increase in rumours regarding her marriage, she couldn't help but feel anxious as she tried to think of some sort of plan. Was William aware of this? Oh, why would he care? It wasn't as if he needed (name) to produce an offspring nor could he care less about her in terms of her being his wife. 

She could easily have the creator of the rumours killed, but it wasn't about people spreading it but the very notion that there was something...wrong... with her. That wasn't to say (name) believed women who suffered with infertility were wrong, but rather she knew that she likely was not infertile and therefore, these rumours were misinformation, and (name) despised misinformation. 

"The word nobility doesn't refer to the people themselves," (name) eventually spoke after being silent in thought for so long "but it is more so referring to the very concept that they uphold, the aristocracy." 

"Martina Meyer.." The brunette whispered the name "You and I...were perusing the same goal, aren't we?" 

Well this was certainly familiar..It had reminded (name) of her own marriage proposal, except with less guns and magnetic forces between individuals. 

'These people know my past..!'

"Martina, just like you, was born from a commoners background and was to be your successor as a Prima Donna...but then she suddenly committed suicide and someone of higher status succeeded her.." Albert said as Adler averted her gaze, looking down onto the dancing nobles. "The assumption was that she committed suicide because the pressure of the lead role was too much for her to handle. But in reality she was murdered because she was a commoner..partially also due to not being as talented as you are.." 

(Name) stood up with a stern expression. She brushed a stray strand of hair/braid/lock away from her face with her gloved hand. Adler clenched her teeth. 

"You're currently working as a courtesan here, aren't you?" (Name) asked although she already knew the answer. Bright blue eyes widened in surprise "You utilities your feminine weapons to find and exploit the weak spots of those in power. Don't worry, I've been in such a position too. It's a means of protection for yourself and others..blackmailing is quite powerful, isn't it?" 

Adler opened her mouth to speak for a moment, but no words could come out. Her throat was dry and she felt as though she was backed against a wall. 

"We have to reform this country from the roots,all the way to the top!" Albert dramatically held a glass of wine as he gazed down below "to use false flags to open the public's eyes and turn the class system into a free society...those are our goals!" 

'I wonder what William's doing at the moment..'  (name) wondered as she put a hand to her cheek, resting her back against a pillar. 

"Please indulge me..to keep the lower class class in check, the nobility keeps a low profile among the people, but if their crimes were made public the people would notice all their misdeeds committed upon them. One could try to create a society based on merit instead of right of blood..if one truly desires to change the world, then I believe the only way to do this is through crimes...effort is futile in this society..This world that leaves effort unrewarded, I want to end with my generation, doesn't it sound wonderful?" 

"We've taken enough of your time," (name) interrupted, feeling both a strange kind of exhaustion and agitation as she was ready to excuse herself. "Five o'clock before dawn, (that would be about 7 hours from then) the church at the end of the north road in Hoxton. We will wait for you in the chapel." She said, walking towards the staircase with Albert before he could start on another ramble of thoughts. Someone should get him into a philosophy class, (name) thought. "You haven't much time left, think it over well." 

"B-But, what if Holmes suspects something..?" Adler stuttered 

"Just tell him you reached an agreement with the government. It wouldn't be too far fetched." Albert offered his advice as they departed 

(Name) slowly walked through the hallway, contemplating various methods to stop the rumours that seemed to be running wild in high society. If she directly spoke of them, it would put her own reputation in jeopardy and it would be more suspicious.

She had just left the ball, but had to leave a little later than albert which gave him time to give William his report on the events that evening. She had stayed a little to speak to Arabella who had offered to help trace the rumours for her but she had no interest in doing so. There only thing she could possibly do would be to prove these rumours wrong. 

 If she was supposedly infertile and told everyone that she was not, but still spoke of her love with her husband, then it would only confirm the rumours. If nothing was done, one of two conclusions would be drawn by London's elite. Either she was infertile and could not have children, which would not only fuel more rumours of William possibly having a mistress but could also put the entire (last name) family at risk. 

In addition to that, the noblewomen who believed that a foreigner, no matter how high in status, would try approach William and possibly make him uncomfortable. (Name) couldn't have that happening.

If anyone thought their marriage was an unhappy one, and word travels fast when the nobility makes up less than 3% of Britain's population, then there would be suspicions in regard to why they married so quickly in the first place. 

If anyone were to find out about their contractual marriage, (name) was done for. Not only that, but also the whole plan William had made to dismantle the class system would be essentially ruined. 

'What could possibly be done to avoid such a scandal from arising..?' 

(Name) already knew the answer but she refused to resort to it. She could possibly...did she even feel attraction to him..? Well she had grown to become comfortable with the idea that she may but it was strictly physical. It didn't change the fact that she hated him..but it was her only solution..

‘no, the gossip will die down anyways, that’s certain…’

 (Name) snapped out of her thoughts. She looked up, tearing her eyes away from the ground to see William entering his bedroom, likely to get something to take back to his office. He clearly wasn't in the right mind to sleep despite the hour. His eyes were slightly tired, although they shimmered so beautifully in the moon light illuminating the halls. His hair was slightly messy, but clearly still as soft as usual. William's disheveled appearance was a rarity, but also something that anyone who could appreciate beauty, would cherish. 

William's eyes almost lit up as he stood before the equally stressed (name), then grew slightly concerned "(Name)? How was the ball? Did everything go to plan? You didn't face any issues, did you mfh—!” 

He was cut off by (name) tugging at his tie, pulling him in for a kiss as she slowly backed into William's room, through the door way. A soft gasp could be heard in the silent corridors. The blond was quick to reciprocate albeit surprised, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling (name) close to him causing her body to press against his, hesitant to allow himself to roam his hands over her body further. 

A soft groan escaped his lips, William couldn't help but feel intoxicated by the woman. Perhaps it was the very faint and subtle taste of wine on her lips, but everything about her had left him wanting more, much more. After the last time she had caught him off guard with a kiss, he had felt so flustered that he couldn't face anyone for a while afterwards. If he were to receive more, he didn't know how overwhelmed he'd feel. 

And yet there was something so comfortable with (name)'s lips against his, slowly moving his feet in time with hers as if they were dancing, she did look the part after all. (Name) reached over to shut the door, locking it shut, then retreating her hand to rest in his hair. She pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss as William's eyelashes fluttered, shutting his eyes slowly. 

Her teeth gently bit down on his bottom lip, making William to moan quietly into (name)'s mouth as he parted his lips, allowing their tongues to intertwine. He squeezed gently on (name)'s waist through the fabric of her dress, causing her to tug on his blond locks roughly eliciting another sound from her husband. 

(Name) reached her fingers down to his lower torso, unbuttoning his waistcoat and sliding it off as they continued. A pale hand reached over to the bed post, fingers clenching around the wooden surface, usually subtle veins pulsing against soft skin, in order for the male to keep himself composed. (Name) moved a hands to press against his chest, allowing the blond to fall down onto the bed, his back pressed against the soft mattress. 

His mind was clouded, as usual when it came  to (name).  William's thoughts often became full of her. Her voice, her face, her figure..everything. (Name) pulled away as she climbed onto him, her hands still on him, although not moving. 

"We shouldn't be doing this, should we?" She whispered, her brow furrowed in concern.

The sentence held multiple meanings. For one, she saw it as a breach of contract although there wasn't anything specific about private intimate relations but it was assumed that such activities wouldn't occur. Another reason for her hesitance would be that she felt so conflicted ever since this attraction to William had come to the surface. She was meant to be his rival, even if the title had faded a bit since their graduation, and rivals did not show affection to one another. 

William reached his left hand up to cup (name)'s cheek, bringing her face closer to his, their breath mixing and their hearts beating together at a rapid pace. "Then tell me you want to stop and that can be the end of it." 

(Name) shook her head, her face slightly hesitant. "no..I want to...as long as you're okay with it, of course." 

William reached his hand over to her upper back, his fingers dancing around the exposed skin as (name)'s breath hitched and finally taking the zipper, ready to pull it down. "(Name), my angel, do you not realise I would love nothing more than to make love to you?" He pulled the zipper down at an excruciatingly slow pace, leaving it half way "Although I would appreciate knowing what brought this sudden burst of affection about.." he trailed off 

"Let's just say I wish to consummate this marriage for the sake of both our futures and plans…after hearing a few rude rumours at the ball, I couldn't help but-" she paused, her voice almost completely silent, trying to find the right words to say. Her hand was resting against the side of William's cheek, who lifted her right hand over to his lips, the looser parts of the fabric on the finger of her glove taken between his teeth so (name) could pull off her silky red glove, and then remove the left one as her right hand reached over to his loosened red tie. "You understand, don't you?" 

"When have I ever not understood?" There was a hint of smugness in his words, but he was right. Even if it had felt like for the longest time, (name) was alone in her thoughts, William would always be there to understand, even if it was difficult. 

With a deft motion of his nimble fingers, William pulled down the zipper on the back of (name)'s dress, slowly sliding the garment down her figure. A wave of nervousness had washed over her for a second but was quickly cut off by William pressing his lips to hers, noticing her hesitation, as if reassuring her this was all fine. 

He pulled away with almost swollen lips, whispering as he looked up and down (name)'s half clothed body, his expression mesmerised. "You're so beautiful, (name)..every part of you.” 

Her face flushed for a moment, usually her brows would have furrowed she'd avert her gaze, muttering some sort of response through her embarrassment. She had been called beautiful before, usually by disturbing older men, but when William called her that, there was a strange fluttery feeling running through her veins. But instead of getting visibly embarrassed, she leaned down to kiss him once more, their hands entangled. 

William pulled a hand away to bring itself to (name)'s back once more, pulling her body closer against his. His wife rested her face in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses to the exposed skin followed by little red stains, which eventually grew into soft nibbles and then eventually a harsh bite on his neck.

"A-Ah...(name).." the blond moaned quietly, although the pitch of his voice was much higher than usual, as she unbuttoned his shirt, her eagerness giving away her desire to have him all to herself. The sensation of her teeth grazing against his skin was exhilarating. William’s hands desperately reached to (name)’s thighs, gripping at the skin above her stockings to keep himself from completely submitting to her bewitchment. 

With a satisfied smile she removed the crumpling shirt, ready to continue as her hands roamed over his chest, William's grasping restlessly to unlace her corset with a whimper. (Name)'s smile widened at the sight of such a calm man looking (and sounding) so erotic. His forehead had already grown slightly sweaty and his hair was even more of a mess than earlier. His face flushed pink. His pupils were more dilated than usual and his bottom lip was quivering if not bitten.

"We must make haste, sweet William, and although I do wish to take it easy, we do have business to attend to in a few hours, that’s alright with you, isn’t it?” She asked to which he nodded meekly. 

(Name) had awoken with a groan a few hours later, almost instantly recollecting the events moments prior. Heat rose to her cheeks as her hand rose to her mouth, mostly in surprise at what she had done but now having to deal with the consequences of her irrational behaviour. 

As if to make matters worse, she had only then realised that there was the sound of soft snoring beside her, the body so close she could hear its heartbeat in rhythm with hers. 

“That was amazing—..Are you not going to leave?”  

(Name) looked at Theodore in confusion as he lay back down in his bed from previously hovering above her. Could he not at least give her a moment to change into appropriate attire? 

“But I’m tired..I’ll leave in a few moments, I promise,” She negotiated. 

She had only agreed to engage in such an act with Theodore so she would have the opportunity to explore his family residence, and even if she wasn’t making quite the risk just for a personal mission, this was certainly no way to treat a lady after ‘deflowering’ her. He was going to make it so much easier for her to kill him. 

The noirette groaned and rolled his eyes as he turned on his side, away from (name) who had sat up beside him. “If you insist…be quick about it though. We don’t need to get caught by a stupid maid or something. Out the window, not the door.” He instructed clearly annoyed at the teenager who could only look at him dumbfounded. Love certainly didn’t seem to exist amongst the nobility if they were all like this. How many women had this bastard been with anyways? 

“Right..” she muttered, wincing as she stood up, collecting her garments to quickly put on before leaving. She had looked a mess and felt so internally too. (Brothers name) wouldn’t have wanted this. Thankfully Theodore was usually quite discreet with his relationships so her peers wouldn’t know, she had one individual in particular she would rather not know of the encounter. 

He turned over to look at the girl once more before he dosed off, completely bare. He seemed to have remembered to tell her something. “Oh, almost forgot. You’ve gotten chubbier since we first met, (last name). Make sure to lay off the teatime snacks, hm?” He hummed, somewhat mockingly. 

(Name) had felt strangely hurt by the comment but nodded before taking off through the window, despite initially wishing to stay. 

She could see, although her vision was still adjusting, a tuft of blond hair, somewhat covered by her own, brushing against her upper neck as she lay on her back. So that was why the snores sounded so clear, and loud despite being so gentle. (Name) had felt the urge to take off to her own room, maybe scream into a pillow if she had the chance, but those thoughts were quickly put to a halt when she heard a murmur of her name against her neck. 

Lying beside another person was always quite a vulnerable position to be in, and even more so after committing such an act, so to be beside William in state like hers felt..foreign, as ironic as that was. She moved over slightly, allowing William some space but was quickly brought back with an arm around her waist.

"Don't leave.." the blond managed to say, his voice hoarse and tired. His eyes were still shut but he was clearly awake. (Name) kissed the top of his head hesitantly, bringing a finger to trace around a newly former bruise on the man's neck. She felt a groan tickle against her skin, prompting William to open his eyes and look into (name)'s. 

She hadn't notice until that night how truly beautiful his eyes were up close. They were always very nice but to see them in such detail was so endearing. She hadn't seen anyone with red eyes before but then again, William was always quite unusual and so was his appearance, in a strangely gorgeous sort of way, of course. 

He lifted his head up so his chin rested against her collarbone. (Name)'s brought her hand to his face, cupping his cheek as she wiped his lips with her thumb. "Are you feeling alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked 

William gave her a nod "I'm fine..are you?" 

She repeated the motion, running her fingers through his hair affectionately, earning a smile from her husband who leaned into her touch. "Are you sure you haven't ever..." she paused "...before?" 

"Why? Was I that good in your eyes?" He asked teasingly 

"Perhaps..I find it hard to believe you hadn't at least tried earlier in your youth..most boys would have, especially given the freedom of university." (Name) said, reminiscing all the times she had seen the boys at university sneaking random women away. She hadn't stayed in one of the dorms because as a woman, there were none available. She was grateful to an extent. God knows what would have went on in those dormitories. 

"You think I'm a rake of some sort?" William asked as he tilted his head in both curiosity and amusement

"Well, most of my initial thoughts of you have been proven wrong some time ago. I suppose that's one of the few things I've ever been wrong about." She said with a mischievous smile "But you certainly did surprise me, especially when you—" 

(Name) was cut off by William pressing his lips to hers, then pulling away with a slightly flustered smile. The tips of his ears were pink and his face was a little flushed in embarrassment, daresay,  it was almost cute. 

“You did say we have business to attend to, didn’t you, dear?” William asked as he sat up, causing (name) to do the same. He kissed her forehead gently. “I’ll help clean you up and then we should be off, alright?” 

Later that morning, after securing Irene Adler and witnessing a clever stunt pulled by none other than Sherlock Holmes, (name), William, Albert, Louis and Irene Alder had all visited Director Holmes to confirm the ‘success’ of their mission. 

Following William’s dissection of the special document, in which was written that the British had an involvement in the French Revolution, as if it were a social experiment to find out what would happen following an abolishing of the monarchy, the ‘James Moriarty’ team had revealed themselves and their plans as the lord of crimes, which had obviously included (name) who was yet to make an appearance. 

“Indeed, our final act will be like Robespierre’s.” William concluded, a fist to his chest in patriotic allegiance “We alone shall be the Authors of our demise” 

“That is our plan, Director Holmes. What do you say?” Albert asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 

Mycroft sighed at the brothers. “First you use my brother to expose the corruption of the nobility, then you set yourselves up as a common enemy for this nation..this plan shall only come into fruition with the greatest sacrifices from you, but this is something the three of you are capable of..your resolution to sacrifice yourselves for this country is quite patriotic, I cannot deny that..” He clenched his fist “I will tolerate as long as it is in the interest of Great Britain..in other words, as soon as I have found you have betrayed this trust and misused your privileges, I will be the one to personally annihilate you! That you can be sure of! And as for you—!” 

As if a paranormal being had appeared from behind him, The Director instinctively turned around to see a familiar woman brushing her hand over a short bookcase as she walked towards the group. 

“Of course you’re involved, (Name) (Last name),” He glared at the noblewoman who smirked in response. 

“It’s been a while, Director Holmes.” 

[embodies]

❛ it's fake dating. for convenience. ❜ — @graunblida.

PROMPTS FOR FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. ACCEPTING.

cheshire grin spreads wide on the face of the cat who got the cream. she is not a woman of aftercare, nonchalantly scrambling for her tank top and tugging it over, lifting her brunette locks out of the neckline when they get tucked in there. she stands there for a moment, just shirt and underwear clad — ripley would be proud — and props her hands on her hips, head shaking gently. ❛ and jus' whose convenience is that for, huh ? sure as shit ain't mine. ❜ her tone is lightly teasing, but the words ring true : faith has never been one for strings, real or not. a weakness flushes in the pit of her stomach, though, looking over lexa still splayed in bed, rays of sunlight dappling her skin. lipstick prints marking it further, a temporary but damning mark faith feels her knees buckle at. to claim something as her own. a brief and rare blessing.

she won't secrete that though, opting for further taunts and laughter, thumb swiping over a stamped kiss at lexa's jawline, smudging away the evidence as best she can.

❛ you look a fuckin' mess — shower time ? ❜ brows raise, grin returning easily. perhaps a round two is in the cards.

[sjsmith56]

Believe, Chapter 22 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Lacey’s memories start returning. The Wakandans locate the jet she is in and plans are made to take her back.

Length: 4.6 K

Characters: Lacey, Bucky, Terry, Ross, Ayo, the Russians.

Warnings: Decision to eliminate Lacey, violence causing injury, Bucky still feeling guilty about leaving.

Author notes: More heroic Bucky!

<<Chapter 21

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Over Europe

The memories were returning, wave after wave, like home movies of Lacey's life.  They weren't in any particular order but as soon as they appeared she knew where they belonged.  Some made her laugh and some cry but she accepted all of them, hungering for the information they gave her.  She was Lacey Williams, mother of Tommy, in love with Bucky Barnes, sister of Terry, Tom, and Nancy Williams, daughter of Frank and Linda Williams.  Even though she knew that all the memories of those people were incomplete she was still happy.  The brunette woman and the man had tied her up and gagged her to keep her vocalizations down as more of her life flooded into her brain but that didn't bother Lacey.  These were her memories, they belonged to her and the attempt to strip them from her had failed.  No matter what happened, even if they killed her, she knew who she was.

"What do we do?" asked the brunette woman in Russian.  "She was to be sold as a blank slate, able to be programmed or moulded to the client's specifications.  Now that her memories are returning no one will buy a woman of her age, except as a domestic.  That won't cover Dendrov's costs and he will take it out on us."

"We don't have to worry about that anymore," said the man. "I just checked my emails.  Dendrov was arrested in New York.  The Avengers raided the hotel, freed all the women there and those in the shipping container for the next shipment.  Dendrov won't even get a trial.  He's being put into the Raft as an enemy of humanity."

The woman thought for a moment.  "We could let her go," she suggested. "Drop her off at a private airfield then take off back to Russia.  She doesn't know our names."

"No, but she does know our faces," he answered.  "I also found out who she is.  Dendrov was a fool to buy her.  She's an author, with an avid following.  L.C. Chapman.  There's talk of her last book being turned into a movie."

"So you want to kill her?" asked the woman.  "What about Barnes?  If it's true that they're lovers he won't let up until he finds us.  Do you want the Winter Soldier searching for you?"

"He will whether we kill her or not," replied the man. "We're fucked either way.  Not just from him either.  The Pakhan knows about the raid.  He's ordered everyone in New York to burn their bridges and get out of there.  They're meeting at a rendezvous and determining their next move.   He wants to know who we're carrying."

"Fuck," said the woman and they both turned to look at Lacey who watched them defiantly from where she was sitting. 

If the Pakhan, the boss of their syndicate, was ordering their New York brotherhood to pack up shop then it meant everything was lost.  He might be inclined to make an example of the blonde and it could end up being quite gruesome.

"Does he know of her connection to Barnes?" she asked.

"No, but I will tell him," said the man. "I'm not sure even he wants the Winter Soldier after him.  Do you remember when he got to Samsonov?  I do.  He took out the man's full security detail within minutes.  Killed that poor bastard by asphyxiation, probably with that prosthetic hand of his."

The man went back to his computer and messaged the Pakhan with what he knew of the blonde woman that Dendrov had bought from the Power Broker.  He made sure that the connection with the former Winter Soldier was specified.  As he sat waiting for instructions he checked the online catalogue for the next auction.  Not only were there pretty young men and women for sale but there were also scientists, captured agents, and a former HYDRA scientist.  Interest in him had been high.  As he looked at the HYDRA scientist's profile he noticed a spelling error and logged in to correct it.  Just after he went into edit mode his screen flickered and he tapped the side of the display.  The flickering stopped and he made the correction, deciding to check the other profiles to make sure they were correct.  After a few minutes he was satisfied and he logged out of the catalogue, glad he had caught the error.  They were professionals, after all.  He received a message from the Pakhan and let out a breath.  Poor woman ... she never had a chance.  Neither did the disposal detail if Barnes found them and killed them.  He acknowledged his orders and turned to the brunette.

"We'll land at a private airfield in Germany," he announced in Russian. "There will be a detail that will take the woman and dispose of her.  We are to continue on home.  I'll go tell the pilot.  But first I have to do something."

He opened a drawer in his desk console and took out a package with a specially made syringe in it.  He strode to the front of the jet and stopped at Lacey.  Grabbing her arm he injected something into it and went on into the cockpit to give instructions to the pilot.  Lacey would have rubbed her arm which already felt swollen and sore from whatever he injected but with her hands bound she couldn't.�� The brunette came to Lacey and looked at her with some pity.  She had done nothing, except been bought by an arrogant lieutenant who exposed their entire operation to scrutiny.  She hoped the Pakhan had enough security for all of them to defend against Barnes.  They had gone underground before and would have to do so again to elude him.

"We've been ordered to let you go," she said to Lacey, in English.  "We'll land in an airfield in Germany where the local police will be directed to find you after we take off.  I'm sorry you've been put through all this but it will soon be over."

Lacey nodded, not believing the woman at all.  As the brunette walked away Lacey leaned out of her chair and watched the brunette walk to the back.  Then she sat back and began to think of her options.  When her chance came to escape she would take it. 

Wakandan safe house, Germany

"How are you holding up?" Bucky asked Terry.  "The waiting is usually the hard part.  It's a slow process sometimes."

"I'm good," said Terry.  "These people know what they're doing.  What's the deal with that Ross guy?"

Bucky glanced at Everett Ross.  "He took custody of me when I was captured in Romania," said Bucky.  "They didn't exactly treat me humanely.  He thought it was a big feather in his cap.  Then I escaped when a man named Zemo impersonated the UN psychiatrist sent to assess my state of mind, and activated the Winter Soldier.  I heard Ross got relieved after that, sent back to being a regular CIA agent."

"He seems to be important to the Wakandans," noted Terry.  "I get the impression he's a changed man.  Now, tell me about Tommy.  He's okay?"

"They kept him sedated," said Bucky.  "Once he came out of it he was okay although he'll likely have some PTSD to deal with.  I can help him with that.  He forgave me and we're good.  He's staying with Clint while I'm here."

Terry leaned forward and touched Bucky's arm.  "That's good news," he stated.  "I'm happy for you both."

"I'm in," said Ayo, who had been in front of a computer terminal since Bucky arrived.  "I got into the catalogue and someone just logged in to correct a spelling error I put into one of the profiles.  All I need is a couple of minutes and I can hack into their computer."

Bucky and Terry joined the others who were gathered behind her.  They watched as her fingers jumped over the keyboard, hacking into whoever was editing the catalogue.  Ayo gave a small triumphant smile when the camera embedded in the computer monitor came on, showing a man at the terminal in what was obviously the interior of a private jet.  She took a screen shot of his face and sent it to one of the other task force members to identify him.  Then they heard his messaging software alert him to a message and Ayo brought that up on the screen.  It was in Russian.  Both she and Bucky read it.

"That airfield is nearby," she said.  "They refer to the woman by Lacey's pen name.  I would still like a visual to confirm it's her."

"Can you get a location of the aircraft through the laptop?" he asked.

Ayo did some more on the keyboard and it brought up GPS positioning.  Checking the location of the airfield she looked up at him.

"They'll land in about 30 minutes," she said.  "We can get there in ten."

They watched as the man got up and walked towards the cockpit.  The interior of the aircraft was shown.  The man stopped and they could see he grabbed an individual's arm, then his actions were obscured by his body.  As he resumed walking to the cockpit a brunette woman sat in front of another woman whose back was turned to them.  As the brunette stood up to return to the back of the aircraft the other woman turned her head and upper body to watch.  It was Lacey.  Bucky stood up.

"Text me the location of the airfield," he ordered. 

"I'll go with you," said Ayo.

"No, you stay and find out where that auction is," said Bucky.  "We need to get all of them.  It's not just young women on that catalogue.  You saw the guy going through the profiles.  I read some of the descriptions.  They have scientists, even one who was HYDRA, and some captured agents.  We need that location.  Ross, you come with me.  I'll need someone to drive while I prepare my weapons.  You still know how to shoot, right?"

"Yeah, I do," replied Ross.  "We should take nano masks so we can impersonate the detail.  I can speak a little Russian."

"Good idea," said Bucky.  He noticed Terry putting his jacket on.  "No, Terry, you stay here.  This detail that they talk about ... they're there to kill Lacey.  I can handle them but not if I'm worried about you being in the line of fire.  Ross can deal with it.  We'll bring her back here and you can watch her while we raid the auction site."

Bucky grabbed his weapons satchel while Ross took the car keys.  Sitting in the back seat Bucky took out a double shoulder holster, took his jacket off and put the holster on, making sure it didn't bind anywhere.   He also fastened a knife sheath on his ankle, slipping a knife into it.  After he loaded his hand guns, he inserted them into the holsters and put extra magazines into his jeans pocket.  Then he loaded another handgun and passed it to Ross, along with a couple of magazines. 

"That's a lot of weaponry for two guys," noted Ross.  "You sure you're not overdoing it?"

"I would rather have them and not use them than not bring them and need them," said Bucky, making eye contact through the rear view mirror.  "Partly why I was so effective as the Winter Soldier.  I was always over armed when I was on a mission."

"Okay, this is your party," replied Ross.  "Are we shooting to kill?"

"I don't kill anymore," said Bucky.  "Kneecaps, knock them out, tie them up, call the local authorities."

"I'm not sure I'm that good a marksman to go for kneecaps," replied Ross.  "Head and chest are my usual targets."

"I can handle it," answered Bucky.  "You can tie them up.  You're a pilot right?"

"Yeah, I was," said Ross.  "We don't let the jet leave; is that what you're saying?  I'll take care of the pilot.  Should probably put a bullet in one of the tires to keep it on the ground."

Bucky nodded then he directed Ross to park away from the airfield near some bushes.  He handed some zip ties to Ross then they both got out of the car and stealthily went towards where an Audi was parked in the twilight.  Two men were leaning against the hood, smoking cigarettes, talking in Russian. Both Bucky and Ross understood enough to confirm these were the men sent to kill Lacey.  Bucky dug his prosthetic hand into the dirt coming up with a large clod.  He threw it well to the front of the vehicle, causing both men to stand up.

"What the hell was that?" asked one of them in Russian.  "It looked like something falling from the sky."

The one started walking towards it and motioned for the other to cover his back.  Slowly they both walked out towards the ground before them.  Bucky stepped out from where he hid and expertly shot both of them in the back of the knees.  With a cry they both collapsed and he ran to them knocking them out as they lay on the ground.  Holstering his guns he pulled both of them back towards the car and turned on the headlights so they could see their faces and set the nano masks to mimic them.  Then Ross tied them up and Bucky put them into the back seat of the Audi.  He opened the trunk of the vehicle and found duct tape, using that to cover up their mouths.  Once he was satisfied they were secured he closed the trunk, and the doors, leaving the driver's side window open, then turned off the headlights.  Minutes later they saw the aircraft lights approaching the airfield.  Bucky reached inside and flashed the headlights twice, remembering that was standard procedure when he was the asset.  The jet landed and taxied over to where they were.  He received a text from Ayo with the names of the man and the woman on the jet and smiled.  Just in time.  The jet stopped and the door lowered, forming the steps.  The man came out first, greeting them by name. 

"Sasha, Misha," he said in Russian.  "Long time, brothers."

"Yuri," greeted Bucky, then coughed.  "Damned cold.  It's lodged in my throat."  He stepped forward to do the hug and kiss greeting then pulled his gun out and put it into Yuri's stomach.  "Say nothing and you'll live.  Take me into the jet."

"Sasha, what's going on?"  asked Yuri.  "The Pakhan said nothing about this."

Bucky didn't reply and forced Yuri back up the stairs with the gun pressed into his back.  Ross followed, understanding that he would deal with the pilot.  He turned left when he got inside and closed the cockpit door then pistol whipped the pilot, pulling him out of the seat and zip tying him.  Bucky, who guided Yuri to the right pushed him in all the way.

"Irina." Bucky spoke to the brunette woman in Russian.  "There's been a slight change of plans.  The Pakhan is cleaning house.  You won't be coming home but what you do now will determine if you get to live or die."

"What the hell is going on?" she asked.  "We've done everything we were asked.  It's not our fault Dendrov fucked up and bought a woman who was known."

"You're right," agreed Bucky who heard Ross come out of the cockpit.  "Untie the woman and send her to me."

Irina looked at him angrily then went to Lacey and untied her.  Lacey took her gag off.  Irina roughly dragged Lacey up and pushed her towards Bucky.  As she walked past Bucky he leaned towards her ear.

"Trust me and go with the other man," he whispered in English.  "He'll take care of you."

She left with Ross while Bucky kept his gun in Yuri's back.  Just as he was going to zip tie Yuri's wrists Ross came back into the jet out of breath.

"She hit me and took off," he gasped.  "I couldn't catch her.  She's fast."

Yuri tried to make a move and Bucky knocked him out by hitting him on the head with the gun.  He looked at Ross.

"Keep her covered," he said then he ran out of the jet and scanned the area. 

In the distance he could see someone running and he ran after her.  "Lacey, stop!" he yelled as he ran.  "It's me, Bucky!"

She didn't hear him, forcing him to turn on his speed to catch up to her within seconds.  As he grabbed her arms she whirled around, fighting and screaming at him.

"Lacey!" he yelled again.  "Stop, please!  It's me, Bucky."

She stopped struggling and looked at him with fear.  "No, your face is different than I remember," she said terrified.  "You're not him."

He realized he still had the nano mask on and pulled it off, looking at her desperately.  "I cut my hair and took off my beard," he cried.  "We have a son, Tommy and he's safe at Clint's farm.  I gave you an origami heart that said I will always remember you.  Sharon Carter took you and Tommy, then she wiped your memory and sold you to a Russian trafficker.  I've been trying to find you ever since.  Please, you have to believe me.  It's me, it's really me."

He pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight so that it lit up his face.  She stepped closer then tentatively put her hand on his face.

"Bucky?" she said.  "It really is you.  You and Tommy have the same eyes."

He nodded and smiled gently at her.  She fell into his arms crying and he enclosed her close to his body, kissing the top of her head and whispering to her that it would be okay. 

"Come on," he said, guiding her back towards the jet.  "We have to secure those two, call the authorities and get you back to the safe house."

She sniffed and nodded her head, grasping his arm as they walked back.  He stepped up the stairs and found Ross still holding a gun on Irina.  Her eyes grew wide when she saw Bucky's real face.

"We didn't hurt your woman," she claimed.  "Ask her.  I was kind to her."

Bucky looked at Irina.  "It doesn't matter," he said.  "You were taking her to the auction then you got the order to land here and turn her over for disposal.  You're still going down for human trafficking."

Irina swore in Russian as Ross made her lie face down on the floor then zip tied her hands and feet.  Bucky phoned the local police detachment, speaking to them in German and telling them a jet with human traffickers had been stopped at the airfield along with two Russian hit men in a car beside the jet.  Once he hung up the three of them went back outside.  Ross fired his gun into one of the jet's tires while Bucky did the same with the Audi.  They got back in their car, with Bucky in the back seat while Lacey still held on to him and Ross drove.  Bucky phoned the safe house to send the information on the traffickers to the local police.  When they got there Terry came down the steps and opened the car door looking at Lacey with concern.  She looked at Bucky for confirmation of his identity.

"He's your brother, Terry," said Bucky.  "You remember him, right?"

"Not how he is now," she said, "but when he was younger."

When she stepped out Terry couldn't help himself and gave her a heartfelt hug.  She accepted it gracefully then stepped back and looked at him almost as if he were a stranger.

"You don't remember me?" he asked.  "We've been living in the same house for almost six years, first on a farm then in a condo in Philadelphia.  I was at work when you were taken.  The FBI came to tell me.  Agent Jones got shot trying to keep them from taking you."

She swallowed.  "I remember you as a teenager," she said.  "I don't remember you as an adult.  I'm sorry but once my memories return it will be better."  She stopped for a moment then looked at him again.  "You were a football player."

"Yeah, I was," he said.  "In New York.  I retired six years ago and have been with you and Tommy since then.  I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

He began to cry and Lacey put her hand on his arm.  "It's alright," she said, looking beyond him.  "Where's Tom?  Is he here?"

Terry looked at Bucky in alarm.  "Her memories are incomplete," Bucky explained.  "Even though she remembers some things there are gaps.  I'm guessing what happened to him isn't there yet."

"Sweetheart, Tom has been dead for ten years," said Terry gently.  "He was murdered."

Lacey began to cry and this time Terry comforted her, helping her up the steps into the safe house.  Bucky and Ross followed.  She was introduced to the Dora Milaje team and Bucky explained her memories were coming back but not evenly or in chronological order.  Ayo regarded him with empathy.

"You can help her through this better than anyone, White Wolf," she said.  "I am sure of it."

He smiled grimly.  "Any updates on the location of the auction?" he asked.

"Yes, we have determined it will take place in a private chateau in France in two days."  She gestured to the information on the computer.  "We are in contact with the Pakhan, masquerading as Yuri so that he doesn't suspect the jet has been intercepted.  We told him there was engine trouble.  I assume you want to be in on this.  How is your French?"

"I need some practice," he replied in French.  "Yours?"

"The same," she said.  "I was able to register several of us as buyers.  Our team is working on our bona fides right now.  You will have to leave Miss Williams here with her brother.  We recommend they move on to another location while we are at the auction."

"When do we leave?" asked Bucky, looking back at Terry and Lacey talking.

Ayo noticed the look and realized he likely wanted time with Lacey.  "The day after tomorrow," she said.  "Spend time with her.  When our team leaves we can request a portal for her and her brother.  She should be with her son at Barton's farm.  It will help with her memories."

He nodded and went to Lacey, kneeling down so he was level with her as she sat on the couch.  "We still have a mission to infiltrate the auction and rescue those who are being sold off," he said as he gazed at her.  "I would like you and Terry to go back to the U.S. and stay with Clint on his farm.  Tommy is already there and he needs you."

"What about you?" she asked.  "You're not coming?"

"No, they need me for the mission," he replied.  "As soon as we're done I'll come to the farm.  They have a room here for you to stay tonight and tomorrow night.  We'll have tomorrow together and then I have to leave the following day to go undercover."

"But I just got you back," she said, becoming a little emotional.  "You'll stay with me tonight and tomorrow night?"

He glanced at Terry and took a breath.  "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he replied.  "Lacey, I abandoned you several months ago when I had a PTSD flashback.  I was afraid of hurting you so I ran.  You obviously don't remember it.  If you did, you wouldn't be asking me to stay."

She smiled.  "I do remember it," she said calmly.  "You left me at the farm while we were in bed.  It did hurt me but having my memories ripped away from me has given me some perspective on your actions.  You panicked but everything you did was to protect me and Tommy.  That proves you love us enough to make yourself look bad so that we can be safe."  She touched his cheek gently and ran her fingertips over the dark stubble of his unshaven face.  "You've joined the Avengers, haven't you?  Terry told me."

He nodded.  "I learned while I was working with Sam on the Flag Smashers that everything I know is suited to being an Avenger," he said.  "It means I have to go where the fight is when I'm called.  Unfortunately, it doesn't lend itself to having a normal relationship."

"I have a memory of you in my Grandpa's house telling me that the prospect of a normal life wasn't good," she said, gazing into his eyes.  "When I went to live at Stark Tower and was talking to Bruce Banner I mentioned it.  He said then you could be an Avenger as none of them have normal lives."

"What's your point?" he asked with a slight smile.

"You're not normal," she declared.  "You're a unique man and you've been run through a gauntlet that would have destroyed an ordinary man.  Why would I want an ordinary man when I can have you?  Because I do want you, Bucky.  Believe that.  I love that you'll put your life on the line, not just for me but for people in jeopardy.  I love that you have an intellect that appeals to me.  I love that from the moment we met you made me feel like no other man ever made me feel, and you still do.  I don't need all of my memories to know that I love you.  You are what I want and I'll share you with the Avengers so that you can do what you must with them.  When you're with me and Tommy, we'll have as normal a life as we can make it.  So, once more, will you stay with me tonight and tomorrow night before you go on to your next mission?"

He smirked then planted a big kiss on her, which she returned enthusiastically.  It was enough to bring smiles to the Wakandans and to Terry.  That evening when everyone retired Bucky and Lacey shared a room, picking up where they left off on the farm.  This time there were no flashbacks prior to or during their love making.  As soon as they closed the door they clasped together, kissing passionately and removing their clothing as they moved towards the bed.  They didn't have a condom with them and for a brief moment they looked at each other in a panic.  Then Bucky caressed her face.

"I'm making it right no matter what," said Bucky firmly.

"Alright," Lacey replied in agreement.  "No matter what."

As they began making love they both slowed down and became more sensuous in their passion.  With deep kisses and loving caresses between them they found the bliss they had both been waiting so long to experience.   For some time after they shared soft kisses and whispered words of love then fell asleep holding each other.  When Bucky and the others left two mornings later she kissed him tenderly as he promised to come back to her and Tommy.  She and Terry took a portal several hours later, arriving in Iowa in time for breakfast.

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Some '3 From Hell' Sibling HC's if you joined the Firefly Family

If they weren't the ones to bring you into the family:

- Otis would be the hardest to warm up to:

Unless you two are a couple or something and or he's the one that brought you into the family; he is gonna tolerate you only. The man has trust issues and contempt for most people and humanity as a whole. You ain't special. In fact, he'll remind you how unspecial you are everyday till you prove otherwise.

- Foxy is gonna be the most chill with you:

Even if one of his siblings brought you into the family; Foxy's just laid back and chill like that. Even if he's a con artist at heart and will manipulate you then watch your reactions for some 'test' to prove your worth in this family...He's still pretty okay with you overall. May not always be the most friendly but he's not hostile like Otis or in your face like Baby. In fact, if you don't annoy him he might even tell Otis 'C'mon Whitey, they ain't that bad. Let 'em stay for fuckin' entertainment purposes if anything.'

- If you're a pretty woman/female presenting; It's 50/50 whether Baby would like you right away or dislike you out of jealousy at first:

Unless she brought you in of course; Baby can be a loose canon on how she treats someone especially someone her brothers brought into the family and ESPECIALLY another pretty girl like her. Because let's face it; our girl is a bit of a pick me at times. She craves attention and won't hesitate to put other women in their place like she did Mary in Ho1000C to remind these women she's better than them and she could take their man in a heartbeat. She whispered to her Daddy Cutter in Devil's Rejects 'what a skank!' while giggling about the sexworker trying to hook up with Otis at Charlie's Ranch. She grew up the only girl in a family that cattered to her because of how angelic and beautiful she was. She can have anyone she wants and is use to all eyes on her. The only positive female interaction we've ever seen is the brunette sexworker at Charlie's Ranch with them dancing together and in the tub later. Then Bela in 3 from Hell that wanted to hook up (And I suppose we see her partying with the other two sexworkers in that psychedelic montage).

So she COULD be elated and look at you as the sister she never had, want you for herself and give some competition to her brother(s), or she could also dislike you getting any attention over her in public especially if you're pretty and girly like she is. If the latter, she'd treat you just as hateful as she does her female victims and make snide remarks until she gets over it or warms up to you.

If you're masc presenting, male or nonbinary or hate to say it but she doesn't view you as pretty (I'd cry) she probably just accepts you're here and trys to warm up to you like Foxy does. Just a bit friendlier than Foxy.

- If you're drastically younger than them they treat you like a kid:

(Under 27/ A decade younger than Baby and 2 decades younger then Otis and Foxy)

• Baby pinches your cheeks and makes 'Aw, you poor innocent child!' remarks with a grin if you don't instantly get a dirty joke.

• Foxy is gesturing to you telling his siblings 'Hey, YN is in here. Watch your language.' just to fuck with you.

• Otis makes jokes at your expense or says shit like 'My God, what are you? Fuckin 12?' but that also means they're all VERY Protective of you as the 'youngest sibling'.

- If they're close enough to make you a member of the family then they are EXTREMELY protective of you:

They all are fine with you having a good time. After all, family motto 'let's get fucked up and do fucked up shit' so unless you're their partner; they're cool with it. Hell, even if you are they're partner I could see them being okay with a possible open relationship. Either one depending on your relationship dynamics...But if someone is making unwanted moves on you and coming on too strong they are glaring them down.

• Foxy has his chin up and a death glare as he towers over whoever is too close and makes a firm remark to back off.

• Otis is straight up going to insult them and threaten them in the meanest way he can.

• Baby is latched onto you the entire night or dragging you along no matter who you are to her partner or just a sibling. She'll threaten some bitch or asshole being mean to you with a huge smile and her knife.

• Foxy has a habit of being the last to enter a room with his shotgun slung over his shoulder so he also puts his hand on your back and guide you inside protectively.

• Otis is the first one to watch your drink and make sure no one gets near it.

• Baby has an arm around you all night long or takes your hand to go places.

• If someone like a bounty hunter of someone like another Aquarius and his gang were to harm you? Oh they ALL are going to go out of their way to make them suffer.

- Foxy urges you to watch Classic Cinema late at night with him whether you want to or not:

Tells you every actor or actress as well as the production. If you know a few vague classics like 'The Man who Laughs' or 'Metropolis' you are his new best friend. He is going to demand to know all your favorites and why you like them.

- Otis demands you know how to properly shoot a gun and throw knives because you're no good to them if you can't defend yourself:

He's actually a very patient teacher and grins at you when you get a bullseye the first time even if he teases you about 'Bout fuckin time, YN! Been out here long enough!'

- Otis gifts you your first weapon

- Baby wants family time the most and thoroughly enjoys your company:

Go on walks, eat food, talk. Regardless, she wants you with her. She was alone for 10 years in prison. Now that she has a family again she ain't letting a single moment go to waste.

- You're getting a nickname:

Whether it's a petname like Vera Ellen has as 'Angel Baby / Baby' or a shortened version of your name like Winslow Foxworth with 'Foxy' or a complete alias from a Groucho Mark's film like 'Otis B. Driftwood'...You WILL be getting a nickname they use exclusively.

- If you're pretty to her and she's fond of you, Baby calls you 'Kitty':

You don't even begin to know how much she actually cares for you or the symbolism with that petname

- If you kill, then however you kill or a character you remind him of is what Otis is calling you

- If you're unwilling to maime/torture they're surprisingly fine with it:

Sure, it does cause tension especially when you first join because they think you're like everyone else and won't fit in but as long as you're willing to kill in self defense they accept you. If you are strictly no killing at all? You're probably a pet for one of them at best because no member of their family isn't a member without being willing to get their hands dirty with murder especially in a life or death situation. But Tiny, Grandpa Hugo, RJ, Mama and Captain Spaulding/Cutter all seemed to let Baby and Otis (And whereever the Fuck Foxy was) take the sadism reigns the most while they just enjoyed the show, killed when they had to or when someone pissed them off. But RJ and Tiny We see only kill cops or when necessary, Cutter definitely kills plentifully but was annoyed with Baby and Otis torturing the girl in the motel in Devil's Rejects and spared the one woman with the boy in the parking lot. We only see Baby and Otis truly torturing victims and enjoying it thoroughly and Foxy getting a kick out of breaking a victim mentally before killing them (We never see him truly torture someone on screen like we did Baby and Otis but his sadism is definitely there).

So you wouldn't be the first family member they had to not get into heavy torture. As long as you stay out of their way, they learn to accept it. It's like a vegetarian in a family of carnivores. As long as you don't damn them for how they live; they accept you.

- Being celebrated if you do something to earn your stripes (Kill a cop, evade a highspeed chase, protect one of them when they rarely need it):

Do they ever hype you up! It feels like a right of passage that you really are family to them in this 'sick sad world' as they view it. Drinking, getting you anything you want, doing whatever you want. Foxy is smiling at you, Otis is giving you credit for once even in the form of a bullying remark and Baby is smacking you and dancing around while cheering you on.

- Foxy secretly being relieved you're there even if he doesn't show it:

He's left out quite a bit because of the bond Otis and Baby have and he's the third wheel. (He gives forgotten middle child vibes I swear) so having a fourth 'sibling' is great to him especially if you both get along because he doesn't feel as left out. If you're a couple that's even better!

If you're Romantic with a member (Or members 👀) of the Firefly Family:

- Foxy is the biggest hopeless romantic followed by Baby then Otis:

• Foxy quoted Quasimodo to woo Bela like it was nothing. He adores old cinema and what are those classic films without romance? He may be one of the toughest, sadistic, egotistical guys you'll ever meet but if you're his he is very romantic towards you; at least in private. (Loyalty as far as not cheating is iffy ngl all 3 of them that's debatable) but out of all of them he is the one to call his partner oetnames. Some might be sexual like 'ass cakes' like he called Bela but there's definitely ones like doll or sweetheart or darlin' or even putting 'my' in front of every petname just to seal the deal (My sweet girl. My darlin. My baby. My boy... Mine.) He's also very aware of how to woo you and secretly craves the praise and attention you give him. He likes to be playful when flirting and doesn't like too sappy of a relationship but in private he's willing to lay it out there how much he cares about you. Don't expect too much PDA though or a date. But a private 'date' in the woods, at a lake, or at home; sure!

• Baby is romantic but not in a sappy way. Her romance with a partner is more teenage romance. Think her surprising you with tiny gifts, teasing you while kissing you, calling you both sweet petnames and mocking juvenile nicknames too. Like, you're both 'her kitty' and 'poopy pants' just because. She loves scarying you or rough housing with you and then being the one to hang all over and comfort you afterwards. She just likes to keep things light hearted and exciting at all times. She loves to tease you and flirt. She's a playful bully in a relationship and wants you flustered. Constantly asks 'Are you flirting with me? Is this a date? Aw, are you blushing? Are you checking me out?' with a smirk no matter what your answer is.

• Otis is the least romantic. His romance is just touch or a straight forward 'I want you'. He's creative, yes, but he's not one to write sonnets or paint you something. If anything, he may gift you some belt he made of snakeskin or a skull of an animal he cleaned up. Something that matches his morbid hobbies so he doesn't feel 'sappy'. Never expect a fancy necklace or roses because you ain't getting them. But a knife or a skull or a necklace with a vial of his blood is very doable. Depending on your gender; He calls you 'Mama' or 'Boy' or 'Babe' and that's about it. Might throw in 'Suga' or 'Honey' here and there. His 'date' is him half joking in a mocking way and it's just hanging out with him while he does something.

- They all 3 crave a playful partner or at least one with a sense of humor:

• Baby NEEDS a playful partner. Period. End of. She has to have a partner that's willing to get into tickle fights and wrestle and have playfights and pull pranks on each other and make fun of her brothers with her and go on crazy adventures together. If you're not playful, she won't even be into you.

• Otis doesn't need it for a relationship to function but it is appreciated. A sense of humor that's a bit dark is a must but playfulness is nice too. He's use to Baby's pestering and playfighting so if anything you playfighting with him just gets him to not be so grumpy and loosen up a bit. If you annoy him too much he can just hold you down and punish you in a very fun way.

• Foxy is a slightly 'less' version of Baby but he really needs a partner that can have fun. He is constantly smiling at Baby's antics in the movie and a partner is no different. He loves you cracking a joke, even a bad one. He loves you poking him or trying to get him to give chase to you. Even if he tries to be serious and tell you 'Goddamn, stop it.' he still has a smirk on his face. If you keep up poking or tickling or smacking him or something he is coming after you to give it right back to you tenfold with a sadistic smirk on his face.

- None of them care about an age gap if you're more than 10 years younger than them:

• Baby still views herself as young (And honestly she still is at 37 even if it's not young young) and will literally fuck someone up if they bring up the fact she's nearing 40 or you both have a 10 year age gap. If they say 'Is that your Mom/Older Sister/Aunt?' she is getting pissy and ready to gut them because they think she looks that old?!

• Otis is the eldest at 59 and doesn't care about societies norms. You can be 30+ years younger than him and he does not care. If someone says something, he's definitely crudely making some remark about how well you fuck him as an adult while wrapping an arm around you. If someone asks 'Is this your Dad?' he is definitely smirking and telling them 'I'm they're Daddy but I ain't they're motherfuckin father.'

• Foxy is somewhere in his late 40's to 50's in between Otis and Baby if I had to guess. He knows he's older than you and like Otis he doesn't care. Hell, sometimes it's a turn on. If someone asks 'Is that your Dad?' he is fucking with them by agreeing he is and then kissing you passionately and then saying something like 'Honey, call your mom and sister and tell them we're gonna be late for dinner. You know how your mother gets when her hubby and youngest are late.' just to smirk at the horrified look on the persons face.

- They're all possessive partners in different ways:

• Otis is the most possessive partner out of his 3 siblings. He is so use to leading the entire Firefly Family (Prime example was him telling Hugo in Ho1000C 'I'll just go around back and take control like I always fuckin do!') so he naturally is both protective and possessive of a person that accepts him enough to be with him. There is no 'breaking up'...EVER. He doesn't bond with many people and he isn't letting you go or letting anyone else interfere. He might even start telling you if an outfit 'makes you look like a hooker' or if you 'were fucking drooling over some asshole' if he's pissed off enough over men looking at you because he can't admit he's the one jealous here but you giving him the okay to kill anyone that flirts with you or convincing him (Firmly. Otis is not going to listen unless you match energy with him) then it would probably solve a lot of his underlying fear you're looking for a way out. But he is still going to keep you close in public to make sure no one gets too handsy in bars. Hate to say it but it might be years before he fully trust you just because in his line of 'work' he can't afford to trust people. He's not going to aimlessly kill every guy that looks at you but if they touch you? Something is happening to them.

• Foxy is about like Otis but not as intense. In fact, he's probably fine with whatever you wear or someone flirting with you as a means to have an excuse to have some intense possessive sex with you later where he makes you repeat you're his. But he's more open about his insecurity than Otis not because of sex or looks but because he genuinely has a hard time understanding why you're in love with a man like him. Especially if you treat him well despite seeing the fucked up shit he's done. He probably asks you all the time 'Babydoll, what the fuck are ya doin' with me?'. Will most definitely give a glare to anyone trying to put their hands on you and shuts that shit down immediately. If they get too pushy he's gonna smolder and wait all night before killing them outside their car when everyone is gone.

• Baby is the least possessive outwardly but she gets jealous the most. You can wear what you want, dance how you want, shit you could even flirt with someone if you want to as long as you're with her. But if the flirting gets too intimate she is killing them. Unlike Foxy who is going to try and keep his cool at first or Otis who has to be pushed a bit too far before planning a kill in public ...Baby is straight up killing them not caring if she gets caught. She is instantly luring whoever touched your ass or tried to kiss you or was flirting with you too much outside where she's going to leave one hell of a mess. Then she's going to smile, kiss you and cheerfully ask 'where to now, honey?' and she's not going to even mention that she killed that person unless you REALLY push her. Because if you ask where that person went? She's dropping the smirk, showing you and letting you know THAT is what happens when someone tries to take what's hers.