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okay leah i apologize in advance for the long commentary but oh my GOD. this fic was everything i needed and so much more. everything about it was so undeniably perfect. i am always so in awe of your talent and i feel like you reached into my brain and created the most perfect rhett. and dedicating it to me🥹 we are going to kiss rn.

okay SO!!!!

Rhett Abbott was a very powerful man. You couldn’t fully wrap your mind around just how powerful he was. It was something he never discussed with you, insisting that he didn’t want his demons tainting you.

THIS!!!! THISSSSS!!!!! the thought of rhett being so powerful is so sexy to me like he could bring anyone to their knees 😵‍💫

Tall and broad, tan Stetson balanced atop his head. A pair of worn Levi’s with a white T-shirt on top. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

it’s purring!!! nothing sexier than a man in a white tshirt and jeans. i know it’s so simple but it does so much for me and my mouth was watering imagining this.

Rhett growled, and suddenly, he had Luke by the collar. “Clean up the fuckin’ mess!” He barked. Then he slammed the man back down into his seat.

GET HIM DADDY GET HIM!!!!

“I could. I know I don’t look like much, but I got some money. Got a place out west. Lots of land, horses, cattle. Nice house with a swimmin’ pool in the back. But the thing is…it’s real empty. It ain’t fit for a lonely old cowboy. But it could be a home, with you in it.”

the way i wouldn’t even hesitate to say yes. this made me giggle and kick my feet like this is my dream life fr.

From that moment on, you became Rhett Abbott’s little darlin’, and everything changed.

I WANNA BE HIS LITTLE DARLIN’ PLEASE PLEASE

“This here’s my girlfriend,” he introduced you.

once again…. giggling like an idiot this forty-five year old man saying the word girlfriend just gets me so giddy

“I love you, you hear me, girl? I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”

i need this line tattooed on me. like i teared up a little HES SUCH A SIMP I LOVE IT

Beside you, Rhett was still sleeping peacefully, the sheets slung loosely over his naked hip, his silver hair mussed against the pillow.

the silver hair 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 lord knows what that does for me.

You smiled, lifting your head to take in the sight of your husband. He was dressed only in the white underwear he’d worn to bed, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander brazenly, drifting toward his crotch.

OLD MAN RHETT TIGHTY WHITIES SUPREMACY!!!!! FINALLY SOME TIGHTY WHITIE REPRESENTATION

He snorted in laughter. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot who I was dealin’ with. My wife loves old men.”

it’s me i’m the wife!!!!

“You wan’ do it by yourself or do ya need Daddy’s help?” “I wanna try to do it by myself first.” “Alright then, go ahead. Take what y’ need.”

this. this right here had me squealing jesus christ!!! letting you try it yourself already knowing it’s going to be too much for you 😵‍💫

“Already?” He cooed. “I thought for sure you’d last longer. You’re just a pathetic little thing, ain’t ya? Need Daddy’s help with everything.”

I DO NEED DADDY’S HELP I DO!!!!

“No! I can take it, promise! I’m a big girl!” “Are you? And here I was under the impression that y’ were just a little thing.”

size kink going brrrrr right now. there’s just something sooooo unbelievably hot about rhett calling you a little thing 😵‍💫

“What is it, huh darlin’? What’s my baby need?” Suddenly his fingers were at your aching clit, rubbing short, sharp circles, and you jolted against him like a live wire, pussy clamping around him. “Oh, that’s what you needed. Poor thing, Daddy was neglecting that sweet little clit. I’m sorry.”

A SICK AND TWISTED MAN!!!!

“Gon’ fill your pretty pussy up. Want you to take it all like my good little darlin’.��

i had to take a minute to scream into my pillow after this part. no lie.

Rhett truly was your saving grace. The yin to your yang. The moon to your stars. He was your million dollar man, and you wouldn’t trade him, or his love, for anything else in the world.

don’t mind me i’m just sitting here with tears running down my face. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERFECT GORGEOUS AMAZING FIC IVE EVER READ NO EXAGGERATION.

million dollar man | rhett abbott

description: in which a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy rescues a young waitress who’s down on her luck

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warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap (rhett is in his mid 40s, reader is in their 20s), mentions of sex work, workplace harassment, financial troubles, a little ageism, smoking, unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, begging, choking, creampie, i think that's it?

pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader

notes: this is one of my longest stories to date. it started out as a simple smut scene and then it turned into an entire backstory. rhett has gray hair in this because i said so. i'm also dedicating this to my fellow old man fucker in arms, @rhettabbotts <3

It was late July. The air was hot and sticky, but the crystal water of the swimming pool was cool on your exposed skin as you sank down into its depths.

You couldn’t help but let out a long, blissed-out sigh, your eyes drifting shut at the feeling of the ripples washing over you. You couldn’t remember a time in your entire life when you’d felt this relaxed and at ease. Not a care in the world, floating through the water as if you were suspended in a dream.

And you were, really. A dream that had been made a reality by the man sitting just a few feet away from you, cigarette smoke swirling around him like a halo as the sunlight illuminated his figure, making him appear like an angel. And as far as you were concerned, he was just that: an angel. One who had saved your very life.

While he had always been nothing but loving and kind to you, you had witnessed the ruthless side of him a few times, namely when he’d rescued you from your old life.

Rhett had come rolling into town in his Silverado, just passing through, and he met you at the hole-in-the-wall diner you waitressed at. You’d never forget seeing him for the first time. Tall and broad, tan Stetson balanced atop his head. A pair of worn Levi’s with a white T-shirt on top. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

He took his hat off as he took a seat at the counter, revealing a head of graying hair that sent your heart quickening in your chest. Then he smiled at you. You shyly offered him a menu, but he shook his head. “I’ll jus’ have a black coffee, ‘n two eggs, over easy. Toast, bacon, whatever you put on your usual breakfast plates. Please and thank ya.”

His voice caught your attention. Deep and low in his throat, lilted with an accent you couldn’t quite place. But it was clear he was from out west, that much you could tell.

“Of course! Anything else?” You asked as you scribbled his order down on your pad.

He considered it for a moment and then he said, “Some jam for the toast, if it ain’t a bother.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his politeness, despite his rough exterior. His shining blue eyes were gentle as they regarded you, and you found yourself distracted by them. You’d never seen eyes so blue. They looked like the ocean. You’d never been, but you’d seen pictures of water that was so blue it was breathtaking. His eyes were even prettier than that.

“C-comin’ right up,” you finally responded, realizing you were allowing your mind to wander.

You turned and put your order in with the cook before you quickly moved to pour a cup of coffee. Everything was going just fine until you turned and miss-stepped, sending yourself careening forward. To your utter horror, the mug of coffee slipped from your hands and hit the counter, splashing all over the man, effectively staining his white shirt.

You gasped sharply, steadying yourself before your hand shot up to cover your mouth. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?! Did it burn you?!” You were shifting into a panic, scrambling to grab a handful of bar towels you kept behind the counter. You rushed around, intending to help the man clean up the mess.

You were so wrapped up in your panic that you didn’t realize that he wasn’t angry with you at all. You were simply so used to customers, and your manager, being rude to you that you just expected a hostile reaction.

But just as you approached him, he slowly stood, and suddenly, a pair of steady hands were resting over top of your own. You looked up in surprise, only to find those crystal blues gazing steadily down at you.

“Hey now, don’t fret none, it was just an accident,” he assured you, and the deep velvet of his voice calmed you instantly, bringing you back to yourself, renewing your focus.

You stared at him in confusion. “I just spilled hot coffee on you, and you aren’t angry?”

He shook his head, gently taking the bar towels from you to dab at the stain himself. “Ain’t no use gettin’ angry over somethin’ you didn’t do on purpose. I got plenty more of these white shirts where this one came from. And I’ve had worse injuries than a measly little burn from some hot coffee. I’m fine. Promise.”

You let out a sigh of relief, your tense shoulders falling relaxed. “Oh, thank goodness. I really am sorry, though. I’m so clumsy.”

He moved to wipe up the mess from the counter, completely unbothered by it. But he was bothered, however, by the implications of your response. “You have people get angry at you often?” He asked.

You paused, considering your answer. “Well…some of the men that come in here aren’t very nice. Cranky truckers and whatnot. If you make a mistake they tend to get pissed and take it out on you. And my…” you glanced around to make sure no one was listening, “boss, he’s not the nicest guy out there. He says I’m too clumsy for my own good.”

Something flashed in those blue eyes. You swore they darkened a shade. “Huh. Well, they’re all fuckin’ assholes. You’re just doin’ your job.”

You were floored by his behavior. You’d expected him to insult you for your mistake, to call you some degrading name, like you’d been called so many times before. But instead, he’d offered you kindness and understanding.

“Thank you,” you earnestly replied.

He shrugged, taking a seat again on the stool he’d previously been perched upon. “‘s basic human decency to be nice to your fuckin’ waitress. ‘specially when she might have half a mind to spit in your food if you treat her like shit,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, finally turning to gather up the coffee-stained towels and rounding the counter again. As you tossed the towels in a bucket nearby so you could wash them later, the cowboy leaned forward, still eyeing you.

“I’m Rhett, by the way,” he informed you.

You shyly gave him your name in return. “It’s nice to meet you,” you said.

“Likewise,” he echoed. His exterior seemed so rough. There was a tattoo of a steer skull inked into the skin of his left forearm. His face was fixed with hard lines, and although he still appeared youthful, you could tell he was older. Mid to late forties, if you had to guess. His eyes held untold stories, things he’d experienced that had turned him into the rough man he was today. But his exterior was misleading, because behind it, he was warm and kind.

You didn’t know it then, but this was the start of something bigger than you ever could have imagined. This man, with his ocean-blue eyes and velvet voice, would soon become your knight in shining armor.

Until then, the spell between you was quickly broken when you heard “Order up!” which caused you to jump in surprise.

You giggled softly at your own jitteriness, and quickly turned to retrieve Rhett’s food from the serving window, thanking Anton, the cook, as you did so. “Here you go! Need anything else?”

“Just a coffee refill,” he replied with a knowing smile.

“Oh! Of course! Sorry, I got so distracted!” You exclaimed in embarrassment as you hurried to pour him another cup of coffee, this time making sure not to spill it on him.

“Thank y’ kindly,” Rhett said.

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else!”

You busied yourself with sorting clean coffee mugs back into their respective stacks, all while Rhett tucked into his food. You found yourself wanting to speak to him further, to ask him questions about himself, but you were afraid of being a bother, and you were afraid you were misreading his kindness as an invitation to talk to him.

He’s just being nice, you thought. He doesn’t actually want to talk to me.

Besides, your boss, Martin, was just in the back. If he saw you bothering a customer he’d flip his lid and use it as an excuse to yell at you. It didn’t take much to piss him off, and for whatever reason, he seemed to particularly have it out for you. The least he was involved, the better.

Some might question why you kept this job if you were being mistreated by your boss. The fact of the matter was, you had no choice. You were desperately trying to keep up with your living expenses and rent to avoid being evicted from your home. You were severely behind on your utility bills, to the point where the city was going to start shutting things off if you didn’t pay up.

You were living paycheck to paycheck, barely staying afloat. This waitressing job was the only one you could get in this tiny town, and you didn’t have the time or resources to go hunting for a better-paying job. This was your lot in life, and you were trying to make due. However, you weren’t sure how much longer you could go on.

You tried your best to keep your head down and do your job, but with the way your boss behaved, and the way this town seemed to have it out for you, it was difficult. You seemed to have garnered a reputation, and you weren’t quite sure how it had started. You heard the way people talked about you when they thought you weren’t listening. Whispers of what you got up to after the sun went down. Accepting money from men in return for sexual acts.

The truth was, you were not involved in sex work. The only thing you could think might have started the rumor was the fact that Luke Jones, the sheriff’s one and only deputy, had propositioned you for sex once, and when you turned him down, he went off the rails and berated you in front of the whole diner. He must have decided to spread rumors about you behind your back, which had done great harm to your image, and changed the way people treated you. If the cops said you were bad news, everyone believed them,

You hated this tiny, conservative Christian town, but you were trapped with no escape.

Rhett Abbott was the first person who’d been genuinely kind to you in a long time. There was no judgment in his eyes as he looked upon you. Not even after you’d embarrassed yourself and spilled his coffee. It made your heart warm in your chest, and you decided that maybe this work shift wasn’t so bad after all.

Then he was asking you for a coffee refill and you were trying to hide your smile as you turned to grab the well-used coffee pot.

“Thanks,” he said with a nod and a crooked smile. It made your knees weak.

But the spell between you was soon broken by the sound of your name being gruffly spoken. You jumped, nearly spilling the coffee you were still holding. Rhett watched you, his eyes narrowing as you scrambled to put the carafe back in its place and rush to the back.

There was a man back there, and just by the time of his voice, Rhett could tell he was no good. He put two and two together and realized the man was your boss, who you’d already mentioned having a short fuse.

Rhett was a lot of things. He’d committed acts he wasn’t proud of. He had many enemies. There were those who would pay money to see him dead. But one thing he was not, was an abuser. He didn’t mistreat people just for the hell of it. And just from interacting with you, and seeing the way you reacted when you spilled his coffee, he could tell you had suffered a lifetime of mistreatment.

And that was when he found himself considering something he never thought he’d do. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he’d been bashed in the head one too many times. Either way, he wondered if you would let him take you away from all of it.

He wasn’t sure why he was so enamored by you. He’d only just met you, and if he offered to take you away right then and there, he was sure you would say no. So he didn’t say anything. But he decided that he was going to remain in this godforsaken town a few more nights, just to see how things played out.

He hadn’t done much good in his life, but if he could rescue you from your unfortunate circumstances, maybe it would make up for all the years of sin and wickedness. Maybe he could do right by you. Give you the life you deserved, protect you from harm, give you freedom.

Until then, he wouldn’t jump the gun. He would wait patiently, and swoop in when you needed him to. Although, now seemed like a pretty good time to do that. He could hear your boss shouting, and it sent heat boiling beneath his skin.

But he resisted the urge to go back there and tear the man apart. He didn’t want to scare you, and such a reaction would be overkill, especially when he’d only known you all of forty-five minutes.

A few minutes later, you came back to the front, very obviously trying to make it look like you hadn’t been crying. At that point, Rhett had finished his food, and when you saw it, you quietly spoke to him.

“All ready to finish and pay?” You asked, avoiding eye contact.

Rhett leaned forward over the counter, lowering his voice. “Shouldn't let ‘im treat you that way.”

You paused, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes. You managed to lift your gaze to his, your bottom lip quivering. “I have no choice. It’s either work this job, or end up on the street.”

I could take you away from all this. Those were the words on the top of his tongue. But he refrained. Now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, well, he’s a goddamned prick. Y’ deserve better.”

You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching in your chest. His kindness and understanding were unfathomable to you. Why on earth was he being so nice? And that’s when your brain threw a negative thought at you that made everything come to a screeching halt. What if he was only being kind because he wanted something? He didn’t seem like a creep, and he hadn’t made you feel uncomfortable in the slightest. But what if he was just good at hiding it?

“Why are you being so nice to me?” The words came out before you could stop yourself.

Rhett leaned back in his seat, grabbing his Stetson before he rose to stand. “Because you look like you could use some kindness. And I don’t believe in mistreatin’ service workers just for the hell of it.”

He dug out his wallet and tossed a $100 bill onto the counter, which more than covered his measly $10 meal charge. Your eyes went wide, and you looked up at him just as he placed his hat on his head. “Keep the change. Buy yourself somethin’ nice.”

Then he was gone, leaving you flabbergasted in the middle of the diner. “Ninety fuckin’ dollars,” you whispered to yourself in amazement, referring to your tip. You snatched the bill off the counter and quickly rang it up, placing the money beneath the cash tray to be put in the safe later, and taking out $90 in cash for yourself. He told you to keep it, so that was what you were going to do.

You thought that night would be the last time you ever saw Rhett Abbott. Thought that he appeared like one of those guardian angels you’d heard people talk about, just to give you a little help along the way, before disappearing into thin air.

But the very next night, he walked through the door of the diner again, and your heart began to race in your chest. He was real. Flesh and blood, standing right in front of you.

He looked just as good as he had the previous night. Except this time, he’d ditched his coffee-stained white shirt in favor of a blue button down, tucked into his jeans with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his strong forearms, that steer tattoo still on display.

He took his hat off and sat at the bar, and he gave you that crooked smile of his. It made your knees weak, and you set down the stack of plates you were carrying just so you didn’t drop them.

The diner had a few customers that night, so you couldn’t focus all of your attention solely on him. Nor could you talk freely, for fear of other patrons overhearing.

But he was still as charming as ever. “Hey,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “miss me?”

Actually, yes. “I thought you were just passing through,” you said.

He shrugged, resting his elbows on the counter. “Changed my mind.” He held eye contact with you, and it made your heart race.

You shook off your dazed expression and whipped out your order pad. “What’ll you have?”

“How’s your French toast?” He asked. So he was a big fan of breakfast for dinner, it seemed.

You shrugged. “It’s pretty good. I’d recommend the pancakes though, Anton makes the batter from scratch and they’re fluffier than a cloud.”

Rhett’s smile grew wider. “Alright then, I’ll have a stack of ‘em. With a couple of scrambled eggs this time. And black coffee.”

You couldn’t help but smile in return. “Sure thing. And I’ll try not to spill the coffee on you this time.”

That smile turned into a grin. “Thanks, ‘preciate it.”

That was, unfortunately, as far as your interaction went. You handed him his coffee and then got whisked away to serve food to other customers. A family of five walked in, and seeing as how you were the only waitress on the current shift, you had to take care of them.

Rhett noticed this, and his brow furrowed. It was hardly fair that you had to do all of this by yourself. Where were the other waitresses?

When you made your way back to the counter to grab his order and hand it to him, he stopped you with a question. “You’re doin’ all this by yourself? Where’s your help?”

You grimaced. “There’s usually only two of us working at night but the other girl has been sick in the hospital so she’s called off a few nights in a row. My boss won’t hire anyone else either so it’s all on me.”

“The more you tell me bout that son’bitch, the more I don’t like him,” Rhett grumbled.

You shrugged. “Just somethin’ I gotta deal with. You need anything else?”

He wanted to continue the conversation, but he didn’t want to keep you from your work and get you in trouble, so he simply requested some pancake syrup and let you get back to your duties.

That night, as he left the diner, he gave you another large tip, and you cried over it, not understanding why he would do such a thing. In this place, you were lucky to even get a dollar or two as a tip.

After those first two nights, Rhett quickly became a regular. Each night he’d walk through the doors, take a seat at the counter, and order breakfast for dinner. And each night, you’d talk to him, and find yourself growing more and more enamored with him with each passing hour. He continued to leave large tips, and it made you think that he had to be rich. No one could afford to throw money around like that.

But it didn’t feel appropriate to ask him about his money, so you kept your questions to yourself. You fell into a routine of expecting his presence every night, and appreciating those generous tips.

The entire time, however, Rhett was watching you, and he noticed a few things. Of course, there was the way your boss treated you. But he also noticed how some of the customers treated you. They were impatient and short with you, and it only served to make you more frazzled, resulting in a few mistakes on your part.

You would always apologize profusely and come back to the counter holding back tears. It sent the heat of anger blossoming through Rhett’s chest. He couldn’t stand to watch this much longer. And thankfully, he didn’t, because his opportunity to give you a better life came one night when the diner was particularly busy.

A group of younger men, one of which wore a deputy’s uniform, were picking on you. They would make comments each time you tended to their table, and Rhett caught wind of every word. Their behavior filled him with such rage that he took his hand off of his coffee cup, for fear that he would crush it in his own grasp, just from his anger.

He was tempted to step in, but he waited. The next time you walked up to the counter, he caught you. “I can take care of them assholes for ya,” he offered.

“What?” You asked, unsure of what ‘take care of’ meant in this context.

“Teach ‘em how to be respectful. ‘Cause they sure as hell ain’t respectin’ you right now. ‘Specially that fuckin’ cop.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. They’re just playing around. Don’t pay attention to them,” you brushed it off. But he could tell it was bothering you.

The final straw happened when you walked back over to their table, and one of them stuck out his leg and purposely tripped you. You let out a yelp of surprise and went down. Thankfully, you were only carrying a pitcher of water, but the water went everywhere, including all over your white top.

Quick as a flash, Rhett Abbott stood up. “Enough!” His voice boomed through the diner, and everyone went dead silent, including the boys who’d been picking on you.

The cowboy approached the table, kneeling to reach for your hands. He locked eyes with you and calmly asked, “You okay?”

When you nodded, he pulled you to your feet, and without hesitation, he shrugged out of his denim jacket and put it around your shoulders so no one would be able to see through your wet shirt.

“Go outside,” he said to you.

“But-”

His piercing eyes caught your gaze. “Go. Trust me.”

And you did. Maybe you were foolish for it, listening to this man you’d only known for the better part of a week. But when Rhett told you to trust him, you somehow knew you could. You hugged his jacket to your body and you walked out of the building and into the cool night.

Back inside, Rhett was seething. He stared at the group of men, and without a word, he reached across the table and grabbed the napkin canister, yanking the top off and dumping the stack of napkins into the lap of the deputy. “Clean up the mess,” Rhett gruffed.

The boys snickered. “Not my fault this place has clumsy waitresses,” Luke, the deputy, said.

Rhett growled, and suddenly, he had Luke by the collar. “Clean up the fuckin’ mess!” He barked. Then he slammed the man back down into his seat.

“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, jumping back out of his seat as Rhett marched back to the counter to grab his hat. “You realize you just assaulted an officer of the law?!”

Rhett remained silent as he fished out his wallet and pulled out a single $10 bill, slamming it down on the counter. Then he turned, his eyes dark and stormy.

“I don’t give a shit. Next time, I’ll do a lot worse.” Then he put his hat on his head and sauntered outside.

He found you leaning against the outside wall, and when you saw him, you wiped at your cheeks, trying to hide the tears. He sighed softly, boots crunching against gravel as he neared you.

“Thanks for that,” you whispered.

“Mm,” he hummed in response. You were both quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. “Listen, maybe I’m bein’ too forward, maybe I’m fuckin’ crazy, but what if I said I could take you away from all this?”

You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. He was as serious as could be. “What?”

Your eyes widened. There was no way this was real. There had to be a catch. Maybe you were dreaming. Yeah, that was it. This was a dream and you’d wake up any minute, curled up on your broken-down old mattress in your tiny, ill-repaired house.

“I’ll let you sleep on it, if ya need. But I’m tellin’ you right now, you deserve better than this town. It’s like fuckin’ quicksand, it’ll suck you in and you’ll never get out. Believe me, I know.”

“Why?” You asked. “Why would you do this for me?”

Rhett shrugged. “Because I can see you need help, and I have the means to give it to ya.”

You stood there, speechless, your eyes wide and watery. “This isn’t real,” you whispered. “You’re just a dream and I’m gonna wake up soon and you’ll be gone.”

“Ain’t no dream, sugar. I’m real and I’m offerin’ you a fresh start. Don’t need to give me an answer right now, you can think about it, but-”

To hell with it. “Yes,” you cut him off.

His brows raised. He hadn’t expected you to say yes so quickly. Before he could speak again, you continued.

“Why the hell not? I’ve got nothing going for me here. I’m gonna die in this Podunk town if I don’t get out right now. So yes, I’ll go with you.”

Rhett tilted his head, caging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Alright then. We can leave tomorrow if y’ want. My place is in Wyoming, it’s gon’ be a long drive.”

You wondered what he was doing so far away from his home state. And in the back of your mind, you knew this was potentially the most foolish decision you’d ever made. What if he was a serial killer who was going to dump your body in some ravine somewhere? But as you looked into the kindness of his deep blue eyes, you knew that those fears were all in vain. This man was not here to harm you. He was here to rescue you.

So you took a headfirst leap of faith and let him.

That very same night, you walked back into that diner, tossed your apron onto your boss’s desk, and told him, “I fuckin’ quit.”

You ignored his overdramatic pleading, tuning him out when he shouted after you. You left it all behind and came back outside where Rhett was waiting, smoking a cigarette. When he saw you, he stamped out the cigarette and pushed off of his truck, which he’d been leaning on.

“Well?” He asked.

“I quit. Maybe I’m stupid for doing this, but I trust you, and I’ll go wherever you wanna take me.”

And that’s how it all started.

He took you back home that night, insisting upon it after you told him you’d been walking to work to avoid the cost of gas and car maintenance.

His truck smelled like him. The faint scent of cherry tobacco, and a cologne that smelled like vetiver and cedar. It was strangely comforting and you found yourself at ease wrapped up in his scent.

When he pulled up outside your shabby little house with its unkempt lawn, you felt a little embarrassed about your living situation. But if he judged you for it, he made no indication.

“Pack what’s most important to ya. I can have a moving company come and pack up the rest and ship it to my place.”

You hesitated before you climbed out of the truck, reality finally hitting you in the face. “Rhett…you should know I’m sort of…in trouble. I owe money. I’ve got overdue bills, and people I borrowed money from. If I skip town I’ll be in big trouble.”

Rhett gazed at you, and the yellowish light cast from a nearby street lamp made his eyes look dark, almost brown. “Don’t worry about all that.”

“But-”

“I said I’d take ya away from all this. I mean it. You come with me, and you won’t have to worry about anythin’ ever again. I can promise you that.”

“I can’t ask you to take care of my problems for me.”

“You aren’t askin’ me to. I want to.”

You stared at him in disbelief. There was no way this was real. But your heart was telling you to trust him. If he said he would take care of things, then he would.

“Okay,” you relented.

“Alright then. I’ll see ya tomorrow mornin’, around 7 if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll see you then.”

Then you slipped out of his truck and slammed the door shut behind you. He waited in your driveway to see to it that you got safely into the house before he finally pulled away.

Once you were inside, you pushed the front door shut and leaned back against it, reeling from what had taken place in the last few hours. Had you really just agreed to run off with this man? Were you crazy? Had you gone completely bonkers? Maybe, but strangely enough, you also had a sense of peace. Somehow you knew this was the right decision.

So you set about packing a duffel bag with your necessities, and by the time morning came, you were waiting out on your front step for Rhett to arrive.

He pulled up at 7 o’clock on the dot, and he climbed out of the truck to greet you. “Mornin’.” His kind smile sent a fuzzy warmth rushing through you, as if you’d just sipped a glass of bubbly champagne.

“Morning,” came your response. He graciously took your bag from you and placed it into the bed of his truck. Then he opened the passenger door for you, and you climbed into the confines of the vehicle.

“Y’ hungry?” He asked after he’d settled into his side.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, and you gave him a sheepish look. “I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I’ll fix that.” He pulled out of your driveway and headed into town, there he stopped at Royal Donut, the local donut shop. He took you inside and let you choose whatever donuts you wanted. You walked out of that shop with a dozen assorted favorites, cups of coffee, and some other bakery items.

It was more than you could ever eat, but Rhett spared no expense. And as he drove, you happily ate your fill of donuts, a treat that you never bought yourself. He seemed pleased that you were enjoying the sweet treats.

And thus began your trip to Wyoming with a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy.

The further away you got from that shitty town, the more at ease you felt. You relaxed into the leather seat of Rhett’s Silverado, and you let yourself forget about your problems for just a little while.

You found Rhett incredibly easy to talk to. He had this way about him that made you want to talk to him. You wanted to know more about this man who’d walked into your life and whisked you away. This was the kind of thing that only happened in movies and storybooks. It didn’t happen to small-town girls who led flat, broke-down lives.

And yet, there he was, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting atop the gearshift, looking like a dream with his hair haphazardly brushed back with his fingers, wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, with an ornate belt fastened around his waist.

There was a pair of black cowboy boots on his feet. You never thought you’d find such a thing attractive, but you did. He was every bit a cowboy as you could have imagined. Open pack of Marlboros in the cup holder. Pistol in the glove compartment. Dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror.

He told you the dreamcatcher was given to him by an old friend named Joy Hawk. “She passed a few years ago. Every time I look at it I think of her.”

You admired the colorful beads, watching as the feathers fluttered from the air conditioning. Someday, you would find that same dreamcatcher beside your bed, because Rhett noticed you admiring it so much that he decided you should have it. But until then, it would remain dangling upon his rearview.

During that lengthy road trip, you talked about anything and everything. You revealed some details about your life and explained why you had a negative reputation, of sorts, within your town.

“You mean that fuckin’ asshole that tripped you spread rumors that you were tradin’ sex for money?” He clarified, his hand tightening on the steering wheel.

“I-I think so. That’s the only reason I can think the rumor even got started. His pride was hurt when i said I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Rhett ran his tongue over his teeth, breathing in deeply. “I shoulda beat his ass like I wanted to. Fucker deserves it.”

You shook your head. “What you did last night was more than enough. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to get arrested on account of you defending me. I’d feel so bad,” you said.

“I wouldn’t’ve gotten arrested. And even if I did, they’d let me go after I made a phone call.”

You looked at him curiously. “Why? You famous or something?”

“Not really. Won a couple bull ridin’ circuits. Own a cattle ranch. I just have good connections. And a good lawyer.”

Something about his answer made you think he was being modest. With the way he threw money around so freely, and the way he was dressed, you knew he was more wealthy and powerful than he was letting on. But you chose not to question it further. If he wanted you to know more, he’d tell you.

Instead of talking about his status, he changed the subject. He talked about his family, and how rocky his relationship was with them.

“It all fell apart when I was in my early 30s. Found out my wife was cheatin’ on me with my brother.”

Your jaw dropped at his revelation. “Oh my gosh. With your own brother?! That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged. “I got over it. But it took me a while. I spiraled pretty hard after it. Did some shit I ain’t proud of, all because I was angry. But that was a long time ago. I’m in a better place now.”

“You never remarried?”

“Nah. Just never found anyone I wanted to settle down with. Maria, my ex-wife, tried to rekindle things but I never could look her in the eye again after what she did. So I just put all my focus into buildin’ a life for myself. Rode in a few rodeos. Built a house. Been runnin’ a cattle business for the last decade. Haven’t had time for anyone special.”

“Except for me,” you quietly murmured.

He smirked, nodding in agreement. “Except for you, little darlin’.” Then he paused. “‘s alright if I call ya that?”

“Yeah. I like the sound of it.”

From that moment on, you became Rhett Abbott’s little darlin’, and everything changed. You wondered what made you special. What made him decide, fifteen years after his marriage went down the drain, to open his arms to someone else?

You’d never understand, but you didn’t have to. Rhett had pulled you from the miry pit you’d been sinking into, and you would be forever grateful to him for it. You didn’t know it yet, but he would soon lavish you with everything you could ever want or need. He would provide for you beyond your wildest dreams, and you would wake up every day and thank your lucky stars that he had walked into that shitty hole-in-the-wall diner and swept you off your feet.

Now you were on your way out west to his big ranch to start a new life. You had no idea how he was going to work out all the details. There were still so many loose ends you had to tie up in your personal life. To anyone else, this decision probably seemed like the most foolish decision you could’ve possibly made. But to you, it felt like fate, so you decided to take it as such.

Instead of worrying about those things, you allowed yourself to be in the moment, getting to know Rhett during all those hours in the truck together. He got you whatever you wanted to eat along the way. Fries, milkshakes, your favorite treats. You felt a little bad that he was spending money on you, but at the same time, it felt nice to be spoiled, so you allowed yourself to bask in it.

The trip took twelve hours in total, and toward the end, you fell asleep with your head resting against the window. A few hours later, you woke with a start when you felt the truck pulling to a stop.

“Shh, you’re alright,” Rhett’s low cadence filled your ears. “Just pullin’ into the drive.”

Suddenly, you were very much awake as you realized what you were looking at. You’d finally arrived, and although it was dark, you could see that the property was large. And the house you were approaching was bigger than you could’ve imagined.

Your eyes went wide. So he was rich, rich.

You were essentially speechless as you climbed out of the truck and followed Rhett to the front door. There was a motion light that had turned on as soon as he pulled the truck to a stop, illuminating the front of the large house. It was designed to look like a rustic cabin, but much bigger. Wood beams framed the expansive porch. Even the front door was wooden. A few rocking chairs decorated the porch. Green fern plants hung from the ceiling, creating a whimsical feel.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting his home to look like, but this exceeded your wildest expectations. You drank everything in as he took you inside, standing there dumbly in the entryway as he reached over and flipped several light switches on one switchplate, illuminating the front of the home.

An entry area with a plush rug stretched out before you. It opened up into the main living room, which was furnished with two leather couches, some comfortable-looking overstuffed chairs, a bearskin rug, a custom coffee table, and so many more odds and ends that made it feel like a home.

“Whoa,” you whispered to yourself in amazement. Your own home looked like a tattered shoebox compared to this. “How is this real?”

Rhett smiled at your wonder. “It’s real. Built it myself.”

Your eyes went wide as saucers. “You built this?!”

“Not by myself, I had a lotta help, but yeah. C’mon, let me show you where you’re gon’ be stayin’. I’ll give ya a tour tomorrow, I’m sure you’re wiped out and want some sleep.”

You were in fact wide awake, but you let him lead you up to your room anyway. You followed up up the wide, wooden staircase and up to an open hallway, complete with wooden banisters. It overlooked the main floor of the house and gave you an idea of just how big the place really was.

On your way down the hallway, you passed a few different rooms, and you noticed that one had a nameplate on it with the name Amy etched into it. You wondered if it was too forward to ask him about it, but the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Who’s Amy?” You asked as you trailed after the man.

He glanced back at you. “Amy’s my niece. She don’t stay here much anymore, she’s grown, and she’s off backpackin’ through the Appalachian Trail with her wife, last I heard. I just kept her room the way it was in case she ever needs to stay with me.”

You nodded in understanding, and you wondered if she was the daughter of the brother that Rhett’s wife had cheated on him with, but you didn’t ask any more questions. You already felt like you were imposing enough as it was, and you felt it was rude to interrogate this man who’d just invited you into his home out of the goodness of his heart.

You didn’t have time to continue your questions anyway, because Rhett stopped at the end of the hall and opened the door to another bedroom, motioning for you to step inside. The first thing you noticed was its coziness, with a large, plush rug covering most of the floor. The bed was queen-sized, set inside a bedframe made of logs.

There were rich oak nightstands on either side of the bed with ornate wrought iron lamps. There was even a flatscreen television mounted to the wall across from the bed. But best of all, there was a large, stone-hewn fireplace along the far wall. You were blown away. It was the nicest bedroom you’d ever seen. And the bed looked so inviting. Maybe you would finally get a good night’s sleep and wake up without any lower back pain, as you were prone to.

“Rhett, I…” you started, but you couldn’t form the words.

He smiled as he walked over to place your bag atop the bed. “Don’t mention it, little darlin’. For now, I want ya to get some sleep. Bathroom’s right over there,” he motioned toward a door on the other side of the room. “Should be toiletries and whatnot in there. My housekeeper Kira usually keeps everythin’ stocked.”

Your brows shot up. He had a housekeeper? It only made sense, seeing as how the place was so big and he was only one person. Even so, it was a lot to process. How on earth had you gotten so lucky to meet this guy? It still felt like a sick joke that God was playing on you. But you’d enjoy the joke for as long as you could.

However, there was no joke. No one was pulling a fast one on you. Rhett Abbott was a sincere man who truly wanted to help you, a poor waitress down on your luck. And help you, he did. After you got settled in that night, he set about doing exactly as he told you he would; taking care of things.

Over the next few weeks, he began the process of having all of your things moved to his place. He worked behind the scenes to cover all of your financial expenses. He paid any outstanding balances and bills you had, down to the very last dime.

In just a short amount of time, your entire life changed. You went from barely keeping your head above water, to floating atop the same water on a pool float with a mimosa in hand. Rhett became your protector, your provider, the best thing to ever happen to you.

Gone were the days of worrying if you’d have enough money to buy groceries or pay your electric bill. As the months went by, Rhett provided everything you could ever need or want. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, food, hygiene products. He spared no expense and he was more than happy to lavish you with those things.

He’d well and truly become your savior, and you would be forever grateful to him for giving you a chance when no one else would.

As time passed, and you fell into an easy routine of life with the gray-haired cowboy, you found yourself falling in love with him. Being in his presence felt so safe and warm, and you became drunk off of that feeling. You couldn’t help but fall head over heels, and he was there to catch you when you did, confessing that he, too, loved you.

It felt natural. It felt right. And Rhett hadn’t allowed himself to love anyone in this way since his marriage had fallen apart. Even then, he never truly knew what love was. He’d only married Maria because he was afraid of being alone. A lot of good it had done him, because he’d ended up alone anyway.

But all of those events in his life had led him here, to you, and he realized then that it was all worth it. The pain, the suffering, the hardships he’d endured were simply molding him into the man you needed him to be. Taking care of you gave him purpose.

He pledged himself to you, promising that he would take care of you for as long as he lived, and even after, he would see to it that you didn’t have to worry about a thing. You would be financially set for the rest of your life. It was a concept that was so foreign to you that it was difficult to wrap your mind around.

Money would never be a concern for you ever again.

But for you, it wasn’t about the money. Of course, the financial stability was wonderful, but you came to the conclusion that you would be happy with Rhett no matter your situation. Rich, poor, anything in between. You were content with all of it as long as he was by your side. Not only was he your savior, but he was also the love of your life.

He had so much to teach you, from all the years of life he’d lived. He’d seen so much in his forty-five years, he had many stories to tell, and you eagerly listened to all of them. As time went on, he opened up more and more.

You were curious as to how he made so much money. He didn’t tell you all the details, but the gist was that he raised and sold cattle, and it had become a wildly successful means of living for him. Before his livestock business, he was a bull rider. You’d seen the medals and trophies in his office. He was modest about his riding career, but his awards boasted of national fame in the rodeo circuit. He was one of the best there was.

He explained that he’d had to give up riding when he was still young. “Most guys get ten or so years in the circuit. I got seven. Fucked up m’ shoulder and wrist one too many times. Got to the point where I couldn’t hold onto the ropes anymore. My last ride damn near killed me, I thought I could handle it but I lost m’ grip and went down. Landed me in the hospital for a month.”

He showed you the various scars and injuries he’d suffered during his riding career. His shoulder was littered with aged scars, which were from extensive surgeries he’d undergone just to be able to use it still.

After that, you spent many a night massaging lotion into that shoulder, just to give him some temporary relief of the pain he still suffered. He was grateful for your gentle touch, and he found himself marveling at how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

But life wasn’t all rhinestone cowboys and star-spangled rodeos. While he made an honest living with his job, he had his fair share of issues when it came to his wealth. After his divorce, he’d spiraled out of control and gotten himself in trouble with some powerful people.

Those days were behind him, and he’d since paid his dues, but he still had those enemies who would jump at the chance to see his success go down the drain. Particularly the neighboring Tillerson ranch.

The Abbotts had a long history with the Tillersons. And that history had carried on through each generation. Rhett’s father, Royal, had been dead for the better part of a decade, and the Tillerson patriarch, Wayne, had been dead for even longer. But his sons were still alive and kickin’. And they’d do anything to knock Rhett down a few pegs and gain the upper hand in the business realm.

Rhett had fought tooth and nail to get where he was today. He was the son of an impoverished cowboy, he had extremely humble beginnings and was always told he wouldn’t amount to much. But he’d proved everyone wrong just by succeeding. Because of all the blood, sweat, and tears he’d put into his livelihood, he was especially protective of it, and never allowed anyone to threaten what was his.

You knew Rhett was protective. You had seen it early on when you first met him, when he defended you against those boys in the diner. But you saw it again one day when you faced his competitors one night at a rancher’s event.

He told you that you didn’t have to go. “Don’t want ya to feel obligated, little darlin’.”

“I want to go, so I can support you,” you insisted. “Besides, I couldn’t pass up seeing my man dressed up all fancy.”

He smiled shyly. “If you’re sure, then okay.”

“I’m sure. Plus, it’s high time I let everyone know you’re off the market, right?”

Despite your upbeat attitude, part of you was nervous. Rhett had told you how some of these people behaved, and how judgmental they could be. You were afraid of what they might say when they noticed how much younger you were than Rhett.

But your relationship wasn’t something you wanted to hide. To hell with what others thought, or at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. You wanted to walk in on Rhett’s arm and have him show you off.

And that was exactly what you did. Rhett bought you a new dress, a deep blue to match the shirt he wore. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He wore his nicest pair of jeans, the blue shirt with a bolo tie around the collar, his most expensive belt, decorated with his favorite buckle that was polished to perfection. His silver hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a jet-black hat atop his head.

He’d never looked more beautiful, and you couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be called his. You walked into the event that night with your arm looped through his, butterflies of nervousness fluttering in your belly.

“You’re gon’ do just fine,” he quietly assured you. You smiled and squeezed his bicep in thanks.

And you were just fine. Until it came time to meet people. You were content to keep to yourself, safely tucked into Rhett’s side. But everyone noticed you, because it was a rarity for him to come to an event with a plus one.

It was Luke Tillerson’s wife, Camilla, that took it upon herself to find out who you were. “Who’s your little friend, Rhett?” She spoke up.

Little friend? You didn’t like her tone. But Rhett didn’t let it affect him. He tightened his arm around your waist and replied. “This here’s my girlfriend,” he introduced you.

The woman made a face, eyeing you up and down. You immediately felt scrutinized. “Oh, how…cute.”

“She is, ain’t she?” He said, gazing down at you lovingly, purposely ignoring her implication. But he could tell you were bothered, he could see it in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, pressing yourself against his side.

You’d never felt so out of place in your life. These people were all filthy rich. They’d been born into wealth. Surely they would see you as Rhett’s charity case if they knew your background.

“Abbott!” A male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. An older man dressed in an expensive suit and sporting a stereotypical handlebar mustache approached Rhett, and before you or Rhett could protest, he whisked him away, claiming he had someone for him to meet.

This left you entirely alone with Camilla. Your palms grew sweaty and your muscles tensed. You were afraid she was going to start prying into your business. And sure enough, she did.

“You’re awfully young,” the woman remarked, idly sipping the expensive cocktail she held between her manicured fingers.

“And what about it?” You asked, immediately defensive. You’d been afraid this would happen.

“Oh, don’t take it personally, hon. I just didn’t think Rhett would stoop to such a level. I mean, what are you, mid-20s? He must have been incredibly desperate.”

You bristled, your skin growing hot beneath your dress. “I really don’t appreciate that,” you gritted out. “He isn’t desperate. It’s not like that.”

Camilla laughed it off. “Oh, you sweet child. You don’t get it, do you? He’s having a midlife crisis. You’re only a phase. Once he gets sick of you? He’ll drop you like a bad habit. He’s only interested in one thing, and it’s not your brains or pretty face.”

You wanted to throw angry, biting words right back at her, but you were speechless. You couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman to speak so boldly to someone she’d never even met. You could feel tears welling in your eyes, and although you willed them to go away, they wouldn’t.

“H-he’s not like that,” you whispered, repeating yourself. You had been with him for nearly a year. Not once did he ever display the tendencies she was describing.

“Honey, I’m just trying to warn you so you don’t get hurt when he gets bored. Go find a man your own age before it’s too late.”

Those tears welling in your eyes began to make their way down your cheeks before you could stop them. You couldn’t fathom how someone could be so cruel. Camilla said something else to you, but you didn’t hear her. You were too overwhelmed, too hurt. Your immediate instinct was to find Rhett. With your breath coming out in short, shallow gasps as you tried to hold in your tears, you turned, your blurry eyes scanning the room for him.

But Rhett had already seen you, and he was making a beeline for you. As soon as he appeared in your line of sight, you knew he was going to come to your aid. He’d been watching you warily from the corner of his eye as he talked to a potential new business partner, because he knew how Camilla Tillerson was. She’d never grown out of her high school mean-girl phase, and she thought just because she was Mrs. Luke Tillerson she could behave whichever way she wanted.

When he saw your shoulders tense, he knew something was wrong, and he excused himself to come to you. And then you turned, and there were tears in your eyes. It set off alarm bells in his head, and his chest tightened as anger welled up inside him.

As soon as he reached you, he was pulling you close, and you let yourself melt into the safety of his arms. Rhett had it handled, you didn’t have to worry anymore. “The fuck did you say to her, huh?!” He demanded.

Camilla’s eyes widened. “Nothing! I was just trying to give her some friendly advice, woman to woman.”

Rhett glared at her. “Like hell you were. You really gon’ stand there and insult my gal? And ain’t it convenient that you waited ‘til I walked away to do it?”

“Hey, there a problem here?” Another voice chimed in. This time, it was Luke’s.

Rhett sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, your wife. Tell her to keep her big mouth shut.”

He ignored Luke’s dramatic reaction, opting to instead end the argument and tend to you. He tucked you under his arm and he led you out of the room. You didn’t see it, but he made sure to hold his hand out behind him as he went, his middle finger in the air to get the message to Luke and his wife across.

Once he had you outside, he led you to the truck, where he stopped to let you pull yourself together. You wiped at your wet cheeks, and he kindly gave you the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket to help.

“How can someone be so mean?” You whimpered softly.

Rhett fought the urge to go back inside and start yelling. It wouldn’t help anything, and it would only get him banned from the event altogether for acting like a fool. Instead, he focused on you. “What’d she say to you, baby?”

You sniffled, staring down at the handkerchief as you gingerly folded the fabric over itself. You relayed the words Camilla had spoken to you, and you watched as Rhett’s jaw tightened, his chest heaving slightly.

“That fuckin’ bitch,” he gritted out. Then he grimaced apologetically. “‘scuse the term, I don’t like to call ladies names but that one deserves it. I can’t believe she’d do that to ya.”

“It’s what I get for thinking I could measure up to all this. I’m nothing compared to all those people in there. They’re filthy rich and I’m just fuckin’ trailer park trash!”

In an instant, Rhett had your face in his hand. “Don’t you dare start talkin’ like that about yourself. I ain’t gon’ stand for it. You got just as much a right to be there as anyone else.”

“Do I? Or am I just your arm candy?” As soon as you said the words, you regretted them.

“You know that’s not true,” he lowly said. “You’re not a fuckin’ object, alright? You’re a brilliant human being and I’m sorry the others can’t see that.”

You wanted to say more, but you were too emotional. “Can we please just go home?”

Rhett sighed softly, but relented. “We’ll talk more about it later.” And then he opened the passenger door of the truck and allowed you to climb in.

Camilla’s words and attitude had really gotten to you. You knew what she said about Rhett wasn’t true, but there was still that nagging voice of insecurity that made you think it was true.

What if he did eventually get bored of you? What if he didn’t even love you and he truly was only interested in you for what you brought to the table sexually? Those were all lies, and you knew that. But the longer you let them fester, the more tortured you felt.

When you arrived home that night, you went right up to the bedroom without saying a word to Rhett. He stood at the foot of the steps and watched you go up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he sighed tiredly and sauntered over to his extravagant liquor cabinet.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go before he poured another, and then made his way upstairs to where you were already getting ready for bed. He decided to give you a few moments of silence before he tried talking to you again. You obviously needed a little time.

Instead, he busied himself with getting ready for bed himself, shedding his clothes and slipping into a fresh pair of underwear to sleep in. Then he finished off his whiskey before he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

It wasn’t long before he was settling into bed, all while you were still busy at your vanity, going through your skincare ritual. He gave you that time to yourself as he cracked open the book he’d been reading the last few nights, perching his reading glasses on his nose as he did so.

A few minutes later, you joined him in bed, slipping beneath the plush covers. He didn’t waste another moment as he quickly set his book aside. “We need to talk this out.”

You sighed. “I know.”

“Do you? Because I don’t think y’ do.”

You looked at him with a furrowed brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Listen, I ain’t the best with words, but…I don’t think you know just how much you mean to me. I don’t give a shit what Camilla Tillerson says. She’s wrong, you hear me? You’re not just some phase that I’m gon’ get bored of. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You make me a better man and I’m forever grateful, you hear me? So fuck what all them prissy, starch-collared cowboys think. Because I know the truth. And the truth is that you’re the love of my life. Nothing’s gon’ change that.”

At his earnest confession, your eyes welled with tears again. “Oh, Rhett,” you whispered. You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you, you hear me, girl? I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”

And somehow, you knew he would.

His confession eased your fears, but there was still that little insecure voice within you. However, somewhere along the way, you determined in your heart that you were done caring about what people thought.

You loved Rhett, and he loved you. You weren’t going to hide that. So you continued attending events with him, walking in with your head held high, proud to be standing by your man’s side. You didn’t let anyone talk poorly about him, or yourself. You stayed far away from Camilla Tillerson, and you refused to listen to comments that she or her family made toward you. What they thought didn’t matter.

Rhett proved his love to you over and over again. He showed you that what you shared was real and true. That you were the only one for him. And it wasn’t long before he pledged that love to you with a ring.

You were married in the woods. You wore a whimsical dress with a crown of flowers in your hair. You even got Rhett to wear flowers in his hair. You said your vows under an old weeping willow, with the local pastor officiating. Rhett’s niece Amy and her wife flew in to witness the marriage, and his mother Cecelia, who was well up in years, but still just as lucid and fiery as she’d ever been, came too.

It was a quiet, intimate ceremony. And after it was all said and done, Rhett treated you to a honeymoon in the mountains, in a little log cabin built for two. It was blissful and dreamy and everything you ever could’ve hoped your honeymoon to be.

He treated you like a queen, and you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was it for you. There was no one else you could imagine spending your life with. He’d found you at rock bottom and offered you a steady hand to hold, slowly pulling you to your feet and building you up until your old life was but a bad memory.

With Rhett, you wanted for nothing. You were loved, provided for, protected. He was the greatest gift you’d ever been bestowed, and you cherished him every waking moment.

Now, whenever there were business events to attend, you walked proudly by his side, displaying the beautiful ring he’d placed upon your finger, letting everyone know that you were the one that had made Rhett Abbott believe in romance again after all these years of wallowing in his own loneliness.

Your life together was sweet, and it went down easy like a spoonful of honey. Gone were the rough days and the fear of wondering if you’d end up living on the streets. Now, you woke up every morning to the sun streaming through your windows and your husband’s strong arm slung across your waist, and you silently whispered a prayer of thanks to the universe for it.

That was exactly the kind of morning you’d just woken up to. It was early, especially to be awake on a Sunday morning, but you were alert as could be. Beside you, Rhett was still sleeping peacefully, the sheets slung loosely over his naked hip, his silver hair mussed against the pillow.

Sundays were his day of rest. He wasn’t above doing hard labor, and could often be found working out in the fields with his ranch hands. But Sundays were reserved for rest and spending time with you. Usually, you would gently wake him, but because it was early, you decided to let him rest a little longer. He deserved it after a long and arduous week.

Instead, you slipped out of bed and went to get into your swimsuit so you could jump into the in ground pool in the back. Although the sun had barely been up that long, it was already quite hot outside, and you were eager to take a dip in the cool water to start your day.

You donned a white bikini. It was simple, but it was Rhett’s favorite. Particularly because the straps wear easy to untie and gave him easy access to the body that he loved so much. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, because you knew he would be delighted to wake up to the sight of you in your skimpy bathing suit clinging to your wet skin.

As you sneaked back through the bedroom, he was still sound asleep, and you left him be. You padded through the house with your feet bare, the air conditioning cool against your exposed skin as you went, raising goosebumps in its wake.

But the second you stepped outside, you warmed right up. You stopped to grab a beach towel and a bottle of SPF in the outdoor cabinet near the door, and then you took a moment to put on the cream, allowing it to soak in for a bit before you stepped toward the pool and dipped your foot in, shivering at the coolness.

Sucking in a breath, you finally went for it, quickly lowering yourself off of the concrete edge and plunging straight into the water. You squeaked at the cold shock, but moments later, your body grew used to the temperature, and you relaxed, closing your eyes for a moment before you swam to the other edge of the pool to grab a large innertube to float around on.

You pulled it over your body and then rested your arms over the inflated edge, breathing out a sigh as you let yourself float around aimlessly. You rested your head atop your hands, letting your eyes drift shut as the water gently lapped at your body. It felt heavenly, and you relished in every moment of it.

You couldn’t believe that this was your reality. A giant in-ground pool in the middle of a glorious ranch in Wyoming. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined you’d be in this position, but here you were, all thanks to your million dollar man.

“Thought I’d find y’ out here.” Speak of the devil.

“Mornin’, Daddy,” you sighed.

He raised a brow as he stopped at the edge of the pool. You eagerly swam toward him, and he leaned down to kiss you. “Mornin’, little darlin’. Sleep okay?”

“Like a baby.”

He smiled, kissing you again before he turned, opting to take a seat on one of the soft lounge chairs. You watched as he reached into the side table that stood beside the chair, pulling out his pipe set. You couldn’t help but bite your lips as you watched him ready the old pipe. It had been given to him by his grandfather, and he only used it once in a while. It was intricate, hand carved and passed down through the generations.

He noticed you eyeing him, and he smirked. “What? I’m feelin’ fancy this mornin’, sue me.”

You shook your head. “Oh, no, keep going. You know how sexy I think you look with a pipe.”

He rolled his eyes as he pressed a scoop of cherry tobacco down into the pipe. “Yeah. Sexy like a fuckin’ grandfather.”

“Exactly.”

He snorted in laughter. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot who I was dealin’ with. My wife loves old men.”

You giggled in response. “Hey, I only have eyes for one old man, and that’s you.”

You shared a good-natured, knowing look with him before you spontaneously turned and dipped back into the water. Rhett leaned back against the lounge chair, taking a puff from the pipe and letting the smoke curl into the air. He watched you through hooded eyes, admiring the way your body moved in the water. He noticed that you were wearing his favorite bikini of yours, and he couldn’t help but groan low in his chest.

You swam about for a few more laps, all under Rhett’s watchful eye, before you finally decided to get out of the water. You felt his gaze on your body as you emerged from the pool dripping wet, bathing suit clinging to your skin. Your nipples were prominent beneath the fabric against your breasts, and Rhett could see it clearly.

You grabbed the towel you’d set out early, using it to dry your body, right in front of your husband. You turned to catch his cool blue gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you weak in the knees. He stared right at you as he brought his pipe back to his lips, and this time, when he released the smoke, he created smoke rings that floated up into the air.

God, did he really have to make everything so sexy?

“What’s’a matter, honey?” He teased, a twinkle in his eye.

“Nothin’!” You peeped, shaking your head as you finished trying off.

He smirked again, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. Then he leaned back, spreading his legs. You had full view of his cock, and those heavy balls of his, barely hidden by the fabric of his underwear. You swore you began salivating, and he wasn’t even hard yet.

“Come sit on daddy’s lap, little darlin’.”

Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play. Without a word of protest, you tossed your towel aside and climbed into his lap. He set his pipe in its cradle so both of his hands could rest on your hips. “Look so pretty, glimmerin’ like a fuckin’ diamond,” he mused, admiring your damp, shimmering skin.

You leaned in, searching out his lips, and he obliged you, kissing you languidly. In the process, you lifted your hand, discreetly tugging at one of the ties on your bikini top. When you parted, the top conveniently fell, revealing your breast.

“Oh, oopsie!” You exclaimed.

Rhett rolled his eyes. “Yeah, oopsie.” But he brought his hand up to untie the other side, and then the back. With ease, he plucked the fabric from your body and tossed it aside, revealing your chest. “Much better.” Then he surged forward, opening his mouth to swirl his hot, wet tongue around a nipple.

You gasped lowly when he closed his lips around the little bud, suckling softly. “Know I can’t resist these fuckin’ gorgeous titties,” he growled, teeth nipping at you.

“I know,” you gasped, “‘s why I wore this set.”

He grinned at you as he made quick work of untying the bottoms. “I figured. Dirty little slut, know exactly how to get daddy goin’, don’t ya?”

He went back to mouthing at your breast, his other hand coming up to knead at the one he wasn’t laving his tongue all over. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him as you relished in the feeling of his teeth gently scraping against your nipples. It sent shockwaves of pleasure crackling along your spine, and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

Rhett was obsessed with your tits. He always wanted his hands or his mouth all over them, and you were more than happy to oblige.

“Can’t get enough of ya,” he murmured, his large, warm hands squeezing your ass. “Mind if I fuck t’ out here, baby? Or would you rather go inside where it’s cooler?” He was always so considerate of your comfort.

“Out here,” you gasped as you pulled his mouth to yours, your fingers threading through that silvery hair. “Don’t wanna wait.”

He hummed in amusement. “Impatient lil thang,” he drawled.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed as you positioned yourself so your pussy was against his slowly hardening cock. “Need my daddy right now.”

He growled low in his chest. “Yeah? Poor baby, daddy’ll give you what you need.”

You whined in response, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you began to rock your hips back and forth. His big arms came up to wrap around your torso, and you basked in the feeling, eyes drifting shut. You felt so safe, surrounded by him. The sweet scent of cherry tobacco was comforting, paired with the scent of his shampoo, and the natural, intoxicating musk that could only be described as Rhett.

You could get drunk off of his scent alone.

When he realized you were inhaling him, he hummed knowingly. You were like a little puppy, the way you always sniffed at him. He found it endearing.

But then he felt your cunt soaking through the fabric of his underwear, right against his cock, and he forgot all about that cute little quirk of yours, his brain short-circuiting.

Above him, you could feel him growing harder and harder against you. It was your favorite feeling, because when he was hard, he grew so big. You’d never forget the first time you saw his hard cock. You had meekly questioned how it was going to fit inside you.

Now you took it like a champ, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still like to talk it up and tell him how big he was. You knew how much it got him going.

You looked down, and whimpered pathetically when you saw him growing between your legs. Almost frantically, you began rutting your hips more quickly, building friction.

“Hey now,” Rhett drawled, “slow down there, baby. We got all mornin’, ain’t no rush.”

He tipped your chin up to kiss you again, and you shivered in his arms. “I know. But I wan’ you now. Need to be full, need your fat fucking cock inside me.”

Rhett’s eyes widened at your brazen language. He wasn’t shocked by it, he just wasn’t used to you being so bold right off the bat. Usually, it took getting you a little worked up for the filthy talk to start, but he was already getting your unfiltered desires and you’d barely even begun.

Before he could reply, you were scrambling to get his underwear down his legs. Moving quickly, he aided you, yanking them down the rest of the way and kicking them aside.

Without warning, your hand was on him, stroking him to full hardness as he grunted in surprise. You leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from your pursed mouth, right onto the shiny, pink tip.

You used it as lubricant to stroke him further, but within seconds, he was gently pulling your hand away. He then reached between your thighs and slid his middle and ring fingers inside you, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat. “Gotta get you ready,” he murmured, and suddenly he was fucking his fingers into you hard and fast as you squealed and fell forward against him, the obscene wet sound reaching your ears.

You weakly grasped at his arm, unable to speak, but you knew if he kept going you’d end up squirting all over him. “Da-d-daddy!” You managed to squeak.

And then, all at once, he stopped. He pulled his fingers from you and used your slick to further lube up his cock. You watched, salivating as the tip began to glisten with precum. Eagerly, you reached down, swiping your finger over the slit and smearing it around.

Rhett gasped, shivering at the sensitivity.

“So pretty, Daddy,” you mused, admiring the glimmering hardness beneath you.

“S’all for you, little darlin’,” he rasped. Then he grabbed your hips, arranging you properly before he aligned himself with you. “Let’s see if this needy pussy is ready f’ me.”

He ran the plush tip over your aching clit, and you trilled softly, closing your eyes in anticipation. Then, finally, you felt him as your entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push into you. Little by little, your anatomy stretched to accommodate him. You could feel every vein, every twitch, and it already had your eyes rolling back in your head.

“‘ere you go,” he praised, his eyes fixed on the place where your bodies met. “Just a little further. C’mon honey, I know you can do it.”

At his encouragement, you sank down all the way, until you felt his balls pressing against you and you’d taken him down to the hilt. Then you glanced down and smiled proudly. “I did it, Daddy. I took the whole thing!”

Rhett beamed. “Atta girl. Takin’ it like you were made to.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin. “You wan’ do it by yourself or do ya need Daddy’s help?”

Your brow furrowed as you considered the ultimatum. “I wanna try to do it by myself first.”

He nodded, leaving a kiss to your knows. “Alright then, go ahead. Take what y’ need.”

You placed your hands on his big, broad shoulders and began to slowly move atop him, using your thighs to lift yourself off before sinking back down. Rhett’s own hands found purchase on your thighs, lovingly squeezing at the flesh, enjoying the feeling of you building your own rhythm.

As you did so, he dipped his head forward again, mouthing at your breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, taking in every sensation you felt.

The stretch of his cock inside you, the shock of his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh, the feeling of his hands, calloused from years of work, resting on your thighs. His presence was so big and manly, surrounding you entirely. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could harm you.

“Love you, Daddy,” you breathed as you began moving faster, focusing on the task at hand. Up, down, swivel your hips against his. A steady rhythm that you stayed with, periodically tightening around him as you did so.

“Love you too, baby.”

Rhett watched you above him, his eyes shining like the stars. You were so beautiful like this, slipping into the throes of pleasure. He wished he could have this moment etched in gold and display it on the walls of his home.

Your soft whimpers filled his head, swirling around like the smoke from his pipe. The sweetest music to his ears. He ran his hands along your body, as if committing the feel of your soft skin to memory.

“So pretty like this, ain’t ya? Usin’ Daddy for your own pleasure.”

At that, you moaned, opening your eyes to gaze into his own. “Feels so good.”

“I know. I can feel you gettin’ wetter.”

And he could. Your arousal had begun to drip down against his balls, and you were so slick that you had to focus on being careful so you didn’t accidentally take him too deep and hurt yourself.

But soon, your thighs began to burn, and you grew fatigued from doing all the work. You’d bitten off more than you could chew. You needed help.

“C-can you take over, please?” You asked.

“Already?” He cooed. “I thought for sure you’d last longer. You’re just a pathetic little thing, ain’t ya? Need Daddy’s help with everything.”

“Yes sir,” you agreed, nodding your head and gazing at him with doe eyes.

“Don’t worry. I gotcha.” His hands tightened around your hips, and suddenly, he was moving you up and down on his cock with his sheer strength. You gasped loudly, immediately falling forward against his strong chest as he did so.

You felt every inch stretching you, splitting you open. Your mouth parted to let out your unabashed moans and whines, already so blissed out that you were drooling against his chest.

He began shifting his hips up to meet yours each time he brought you down, jarring you as he fucked you fast and deep, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass.

But he didn’t let you get too used to that position, because it wasn’t long before he was suddenly pulling you off of him. You squeaked in protest, looking at him in confusion.

“Want you on y’re hands and knees,” he gruffed. He slipped out from under you, and you watched his hard cock bob as he got up, glistening in the morning light.

He had to arrange you how he saw fit, because you were too preoccupied staring at his dick. Then he was behind you, clutching your hip with one hand while the other aligned himself with your cunt.

In one swift but careful thrust, he was back inside you, and you all but howled against the lounge chair. He lifted his hand to swat your ass, leaving a brief sting that was soothed by his gentle palm.

Then that same hand rested on the small of your back as he pushed you all the way forward so your face was against the cushion. Then he began to roll his hips forward, and you whined at the feeling. This angle was so much more intense, and he felt even bigger somehow.

“S’big, Daddy!”

“I know. Poor little pussy’s just stretchin’ so wide to take me. I don’t know, think I should pull out and make you take m’ fingers instead?” He pulled his hips back, and you gasped, immediately reaching back to grab at his arm.

“No! I can take it, promise! I’m a big girl!”

“Are you? And here I was under the impression that y’ were just a little thing.”

“No! Please!” You begged.

Then he thrust forward, and you let out a wail into the open air. Good thing no one could hear you back here. “Alright then. Wan’ you to lay there and take every last inch of Daddy’s dick.”

And you did. He fucked you hard and fast, and you clawed at the cushions for purchase, your mouth open, your eyes screwed shut. It felt like heaven, and you were certain you weren’t even on Earth in that moment. You were floating above yourself, watching your husband claim you as his.

Again, drool spilled from your mouth, this time soaking the fabric of the cushion beneath you. You moaned and squealed and cried out, wonderfully blissed out.

But all too soon, Rhett was switching positions again. He pulled out of you once more, and this time, you wailed. “Daddy, no!”

“Be fuckin’ patient,” he huffed as he turned you onto your back. “I’m gon’ give it back to you.” He shoved your knees up toward your chest, and then he was inside you again, stealing the breath from your lungs.

This time, he pressed the weight of his body against you, keeping you grounded as he began fucking into you. A hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides, not to cut off airflow, but blood flow. Within seconds, your head was going woozy, and Rhett grinned down at you.

“Filthy little slut. Bet you’d come right now just from my hand around your throat if I let ya.”

You would, because you’d done it before. However, that wasn’t his goal in that particular instance. He simply wanted to watch the way your body reacted to it. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open, leaving you in this state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

He felt you tighten around him, and he grunted, pushing his cock even deeper. Your hands clutched at his flexed forearm, nails digging into the skin, sure to leave marks. He growled and grunted above you like a goddamned animal, fucking you within an inch of your life, and you took it like the good girl you were.

And then you felt it. The tip of his cock brushed something inside you that sent you into orbit.

“That’s it. Look at’cha. Got your eyes rollin’ back in your fuckin’ head.” Then he grabbed one of your hands and brought it down to your lower abdomen. “Feel that?”

All you could do was squeak in reply.

“‘S Daddy’s cock inside ya.”

At that, you let out a deep keen, tears beginning to stream down the sides of your face. You sobbed and moaned and made all sorts of sounds that you might’ve otherwise been embarrassed about, but Rhett couldn’t get enough.

Then his scruffy face was nuzzling into your neck, and his teeth were nipping at your pulse point, and you swore you were going to black out from the glorious intensity.

“D-d-” was what came out of your mouth. He knew what you were trying to say.

He kissed you, swallowing your cries as he pumped his hips in time with his fingers at your clit. That, paired with his free hand still around your throat, you knew you were a goner.

“Go-gonna c-c-come! Please D-Daddy can I–”

But you didn’t even have to ask. “Come.”

And you did. You tried to scream, but it died in your throat. Instead, your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Rhett stayed close, his forehead pressed to yours as you fell apart around his pistoning cock.

You were free-falling, plunged straight into the depths of an orgasm so fiery and all-consuming that you lost yourself to it. You were not of yourself. You were on an entirely different plane of existence, vibrating with crackling electricity, as if you were a bolt of lightning flashing through the sky.

The molten heat surged through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And Rhett held you the entire time, your body trembling fiercely in his arms.

It took some time to come back to yourself, and when you did, you found him gazing down at you, his eyes as clear blue as the sky above him. He let out a breathless laugh. “Hey there, darlin’. Welcome back to earth.” He’d slowed the movement of his hips just to let you recover.

“I…wow,” was all you could say.

“That was intense, huh?”

You nodded, your eyes watery.

“You okay to keep goin’? Or do you need a break?”

“I-I think I’m…okay.”

But that didn’t convince him. “Look at Daddy.” You lifted your eyes to his gaze. “I need a for-sure answer. Can I keep goin’?”

“Yes,” you finally answered with confidence. “Wan’ you to keep going, please Daddy.”

He smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Good girl, that’s all I needed.” Then he kissed you before he leaned back, pushing your knees toward your chest again.

And just like that, the switch was flipped, and he slipped right back into that harsh dominance, as if it was a well-fitted glove. Suddenly he seemed so much bigger above you, and you felt tiny. It made your heart sing.

Slowly, he began to move within you again, and you whined, closing your eyes at the delicious stretch. Rhett leaned back to admire the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole, and the creamy ring of your cum that now decorated the base of his cock.

He reached down, swiping his fingers against the base and gathering your slick before he brought those same fingers to your mouth, sliding them past your lips. “Tastes so good, don’t it?” He murmured lowly, and you nodded in agreement, eyes wide and watery, gazing up at him with such trust and adoration.

He leaned in to kiss you, tasting your cum on your lips. He stayed close, wrapping your legs around your waist and pressing his chest to yours. He began to fuck you deep and slow, rutting into you. This allowed you to feel every inch, every spasm, everything.

He caged you in with his big strong arms, protecting you from the word. You were so safe. So secure. Rhett would protect you from all harm.

“You mind if Daddy fills y’ up, baby?”

“Please,” came your whisper.

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m close.”

With his mouth against yours, he began to pick up the pace again. Quick but deep thrusts, cock battering that spot inside you that made your toes curl. It was inevitable that you’d come once more before he did, just by the way he had you feeling. A steady pressure had begun to build deep within the core of your being, and eventually, it would have to be released.

Then his fingers were at your sensitive clit again and you were mewling into his open mouth. Stars danced in your eyes, on your skin. You felt like you were part of a glittering galaxy.

Your arms found their place around your husband’s shoulders, and you held tightly to him as he went a little faster, a little deeper. Building and building and building. And you were already growing closer by the second. You knew your end was almost upon you.

“Daddy!”

“Go ahead.”

This time, when you came, it flooded from you, soaking Rhett’s cock, dripping down beneath you onto the lounge cushion. It was his turn to have his eyes roll back in his head, and he fucked you through it.

“Fuck, got this pussy squirtin’ all over me,” he hissed, slipping out of you to run the tip of his cock rapidly over your clit, prolonging your orgasm and making you cry out.

Just as you came down, he slid back into your still-spasming cunt, grunting at the tightness that surrounded him. He gripped your thighs in his strong grasp and his focus shifted to chasing his release.

Beneath him you were so far gone that all you could do was lay there and take it, still writhing in bliss, silent, pleasured tears falling. Your head was swimming, you felt as if you were floating through time and space.

“Look at me,” Rhett’s lilted baritone filled your fuzzy head, and you opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his. “Gon’ fill your pretty pussy up. Want you to take it all like my good little darlin’.”

You nodded, eager to take his load. His movements quickened, hands clutching you tight as he thrust forward hard and fast. You held onto him to keep yourself grounded, body trembling, hovering on the brink of being too overstimulated to handle much more.

And then, finally, you felt it. Rhett gasped, mouth falling open as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He kept his hips flush with yours, cock spasming within you, spilling the heat of his release into the deepest part of you. And you took it all gladly, body relaxing entirely at the feeling of him claiming you. You’d never tire of it.

He gradually came down, his body falling limp above you, though he still kept himself from pressing his full body weight into you. His softening cock was still nestled inside you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to keep him there a little longer.

“M’ good girl,” he cooed down at you. “Took that so well.”

You smiled dreamily up at him. You didn’t quite have the wherewithal to speak, but that was okay. He didn’t need you to speak. Gingerly, he moved to slip out of you, but you whined in protest, not wanting to part from him.

“Y’ gotta let me go, honey. Can’t stay like this forever.”

“W-want you close,” you whispered.

“I know, and you can have me. But I gotta get you cleaned up first. And it’s gettin’ hotter by the minute, I ain’t about to let my pretty little gal get heatstroke on my account.”

He kissed you sweetly as he pulled his hips back, shushing your cries. You hated the initial empty feeling, especially when you were feeling fragile like this. But Rhett was quick to soothe you.

“Up ya go.” He lifted you to your feet, and you wobbled a little, still woozy. He secured a steady arm around you and guided you back into the house.

It was much cooler inside, and it felt good on your heated skin. However, you hardly even registered what was taking place, you were still feeling floaty. But Rhett had it handled.

He guided you upstairs, where he made sure you used the bathroom and took a quick shower just to rinse off. You didn’t have to make any of the decisions for yourself, because he did it for you, knowing you couldn’t handle trying to clean up by yourself. You needed this form of aftercare for your own well-being.

A little while later, you were clean, and dressed in one of his old rodeo t-shirts. You felt a little more like yourself, albeit a little fuzzy. Rhett had just finished helping you put lotion on your legs, and he was smiling up at you from where he knelt on the floor.

“I’ll bet you’re hungry after all that work,” he teased.

You hummed sleepily. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“How do some blueberry pancakes sound for my little darlin’?”

It was your turn to smile. “Sounds so good.”

“Alright then, let’s head on downstairs. You’re also gon’ drink yourself a nice glass of water while you’re waitin’ for your food. Ain’t gonna have you dehydratin’ on me.”

You hummed in agreement and allowed him to lead you out of the bedroom and back downstairs. He kissed the top of your head as you went, and you sighed happily, feeling at peace.

You were led to the kitchen, where you sat at the round table and waited for your husband to prepare your breakfast. As promised, he slid a glass of water in front of you and encouraged you to drink it. You sipped on it as you watched him move about the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how good you had it.

Spending the morning being fucked by the pool, and having breakfast made for you? The old you could never have imagined this would be the case. You were eternally grateful that life had given you a second chance and allowed this man to come to your rescue when you needed him most.

You had faced a lot of adversity in your life, but now, it all seemed worth it, because it led you here.

Rhett truly was your saving grace. The yin to your yang. The moon to your stars. He was your million dollar man, and you wouldn’t trade him, or his love, for anything else in the world.

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#i need this tattooed on my brain behind my eyelids on my heart #rhett abbott #fic

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crystalcow · 3 years ago

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

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bellesowl · 4 years ago

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tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

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sneegsnitties · 4 years ago

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Hold Me Close and Give Me Closure

written for @ninjaneverquit-zine

[AO3 LINK]

Summary: Jay and Nya talk after the events in Prime Empire late at night.

For the last couple hours, Jay’s been staring up at the ceiling in his room. His head is full of thoughts that won’t leave him. Preventing him from getting the rest he needs after everything that happened in Prime Empire.

He can’t stop thinking about what he said to Unagami. How he knows what it feels like to be abandoned by your maker, and for his case, parents.

Cliff Gordon still died even without Nadakhans influence. The only thing that changed was that he didn’t inherit all of his money and estate.

Not yet, anyway.

And as for the master of lightning, his real mom, he has no idea what happened to her. He’s tried to look her up, but could only find that she mysteriously disappeared a couple of months before he was put on his parents’ doorstep. his adoption day, what his parents considered his birthday.

He found out his mom’s name is Lisbeth during his search. That’s one thing he knows about her now.

He hasn’t worked up the courage to ask his parents about this.

But it makes him wonder. What would life be like if he was the son of a movie star and the elemental master of lightning? If he were rich instead of borderline poor. If he lived in an actual house instead of a trailer.

He didn’t hate growing up in a junkyard. He learned things that he wouldn’t have learned if he didn’t. He loves his parents, and they love him. He knows they’re proud of him; he knows they accept him for who he is, for what he is, for what he does. They love him no matter what.

Jay inhales sharply and a lump forms in his throat.

He needs to talk to someone about this. Because if he doesn’t, he’s just going to keep on thinking about it and never act on it.

Because Unagami was able to find solace, so why shouldn’t he?

He could ask his parents what they know about his birth parents, but he doubts they know a lot.

Master Wu? He would know about his mom.

He’s getting ahead of himself.

Sitting up, he takes his phone off his nightstand, blinking at the sudden brightness, and heads to the messaging app. His thumb hovers over his mom and checks the time first, 1 am. Too late for her to be awake.

So instead, he opens Nya’s. She knows this about him. She knows that he’s been struggling with bringing this up with his parents. Because there’s never been the right time to do so.

Jay hopes that she’s still awake.

Jay grabs his phone off of the nightstand and opens the messaging app. His thumb hovering over the chat he has with his parents. Then he remembers how late it is and sighs. He selects Nya instead, hoping that she’s still awake.

Jay: are you awake?

Nya: yeah?

Nya: just barely tho, why?

Jay: I’ve been,,,,,,, thinking about things

Jay: can you come here?

Jay: I need you

Nya: omw

It took a moment for Nya to respond, and when she did, that’s when the dam broke.

As soon as he puts his phone back down on the nightstand, he lets out a choked sob. Everything crashing down onto him all at once. Everything from the past few days to Nadakhan years ago comes flooding back, so suddenly and fiercely that it feels like a wrecking ball has crashed right into him, knocking down the walls that were barely there at all.

Everything that happened in the game was almost nothing compared to the torture he endured on Nadakhan’s ship, but to see his friends, all literally dropping like flies for the second time in his life. That took a toll on him.

He couldn’t wish that all away.

At least no one was permanently dead this time.

But the pain of being alone right now is almost too much for him to bear.

There’s a soft knock on the door before it opens slightly, Nya pokes her head in, sees Jay crying, and rushes in, a frown on her face as she gets into his bed, she pulls him into her lap and hugs him tight.

“Are you okay?” she asks him after a moment.

“Better now that you’re here,” he says with a sniffle, taking one of her hands into his.

“Didn’t want to be alone, huh?”

“N-not really. I- I was just thinking about things, about my birth parents an- and then I wanted to talk to you about it because you’re the only one who knows about this, b- but then its spiraled into remembering everything that happened in the past few days and everything with Nadakhan, and- and how I was the only one left because you and everyone else was taken away from me. I couldn’t do anything about it, I couldn’t bring you back. I… I lost you.” jay says, clinging to his girlfriend and yang like his life depended on it. “I don’t think I can be alone anymore.”

“Because all it does is remind you of when you lost everyone, right?”

“y-yeah. Can- can you stay here?”

“Of course.” she kisses his hand, “I’ll stay as long as you need me to. If you want to talk, I’m here.”

“Okay,” he says with a sniffle. It only takes him a few minutes to calm down, and he sits up. Realizing that Nya has her hair down, he’s rarely seen her with her hair down as of recently. He likes it. “You’re pretty with your hair down,” he moves a strand away from her face.

She smiles and kisses him, “I take that as you’d like for me to have it down more?”

He kisses her back, “maybe,” he lays back down, pulling her down with him, “you always play with my hair. I can’t do it with you because it’s up all the time.”

“Yours is soft,” she kisses him again, “also you're shorter than me, which makes it easier.”

“Aw, no fair.” he laughs, “I think I’m ready to talk now,” he says, much more seriously.

“What’d you want to talk about?” she asks, putting her head on his chest, to allow him to play with her hair as he talks.

“Just… about my parents? My birth parents, I mean. I did some research, and I found out the name of my birth mom. Her name was Lisbeth. She fought in the serpentine war with Wu and Garmadon and against the time twins.”

“I saw her when Kai and I went back in time to stop Krux and Acronix. She and the former master of ice seemed to be good friends. She talked about how she and Cliff were going to go on their honeymoon.” Nya smiles.

“You saw her?” he whispers incredulously, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I forgot, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says with a shaky sigh. “I would’ve told my parents after we told the others what happened with Nadakhan, but I didn’t know how to. There’s never a right time to do it.”

“I could come with you. Would that make it easier?” Nya offers, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it in comfort.

“Y-yeah, that would help a lot. Do you think we should go to master Wu? He knew my mom. He probably automatically knew that I was adopted when my parents showed up but said nothing about courtesy, you know?”

“If you feel like that would help. I think that’s a good idea.”

“I think it might.” he kisses her hand and then yawns. The events of the day have finally caught up to him.

“Getting tired?” Nya asks him teasingly.

“Maybe.” he yawns again. “Please don’t leave.”

“I already said I’m not going anywhere.” Nya reassures him.

“I-I know.”

Nya scoots up to face him, placing a kiss on his lips in reassurance. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ve told you I won’t leave. I never will. You’re my yin and I’m your yang. I’ll be here when you wake up, I’ll be with you, forever.”

He nods with a smile, kissing her back. “I love you.” he yawns again, drifting off to sleep with his girlfriend beside him.

Jay was able to fall asleep relatively quickly and easily now that Nya was here with him, and he wasn’t in the suffocating abyss that was being alone. He didn’t have any dreams either, which he takes as a good thing because more often than not, it’s a nightmare.

When he wakes up that morning, Nya is still there, arms wrapped around his torso and head by his shoulder. He can feel her breath on his neck.

Even though he did not dream last night, he still finds relief that she’s still here and still alive.

So Jay just stays still, the best he can, anyway. He doesn’t want to wake Nya up from her slumber.

But because of their unfortunately messed up internal clocks thanks to waking up at dawn for training, she’s awake not long later.

“Good morning.” she says to him with a smile, “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, didn’t dream at all.”

“Better than nightmares,” she says sympathetically, sitting up.

“Did you have any?” he frowns.

“No, it was just a weird one.” she shrugs, “let’s go see if any of the others are awake.”

Since it was still less than 24 hours since their latest escapade, there’s no mandatory morning training today. So the two of them head towards the kitchen with pajamas and all still on.

“Good morning, you two,” Pixal says with a smile as she and Zane prepare that morning’s breakfast.

“Morning, Pix,” Nya says with a yawn and gets a cup of coffee for herself and then sits across from her brother and jay sitting down next to her.

Kai looks up for a second and gives the two a scrutinizing look, “hey,” he says, “you left your door open.”

Nya just shrugs at that, “and?”

“Nothing, I’m just saying.”

Moments later, Cole and Lloyd enter, just as Zane and Pixal have finished making breakfast.

“I apologize if it’s not as good as Zane making it by himself. I am still learning how to cook.”

“It’s okay, pix, its still good!” Cole grins, making the samurai shrink in on herself slightly.

“I also think you did well,” Zane says, giving her a warm smile. “Pixal and I were going to go talk to Cyrus Borg today with Milton Dyer and Unagami. Would any of you like to join us?” he glances at Jay for a split second.

“I’m not up for it today, maybe next time?” he says automatically.

“Oh.” Zane blinks. He must’ve thought he would’ve liked to come along, but there’s a bitter feeling somewhere within him when he thinks about how Unagami got their happy ending. That they and Milton could reunite. These feelings weren’t there last night. He’s… never really felt this way before. “That’s alright. Would you like me to tell them hello?”

“Sure.” a small smile on his face, but he can’t shake this foreign feeling as he eats the rest of his breakfast. Jealousy? He doesn't like it.

Nya takes his hand and squeezes it as if detecting his feelings. “I’ll join next time, too. I’ve been meaning to get some things done.”

Zane nods, though he doesn’t seem entirely convinced. They all know each other too well.

Once Jay finishes his breakfast, he waits for Nya to be done before going back to his room to change, Nya waiting by his door for him so they can talk to Master Wu. He puts his ninja gi on out of habit, not even thinking about putting on his casual clothes since there is always a chance that something could happen. He then waits for Nya to get changed, she wears her gi out of habit too.

Going up to master Wu’s door, he cracks it, “Master Wu?” He asks tentatively.

“Come on in.” Master Wu says, looking up at the two of them, “Is everything alright? There seems to be something troubling you.”

“You knew the original master of lightning right?”

A warm smile appears on Wu’s face. “I did. I was wondering when you would come to ask about your birth mother.”

Jay laughs, “of- of course, you would know.” he says, not knowing whether to be relieved or upset by this.

“I knew ever since your parents came to visit. Though I knew it was not my place to say anything.” Wu confirms what Jay had said last night.

“Right, yeah. The thing is though, my parents still don’t know that I know. Cause the whole thing with Nadakhan, and I just honestly haven’t worked up the courage to ask them.”

“That’s alright, Jay. You will one day.” he puts a hand on the blue ninja’s shoulder, “what would you like to know about her?”

“What… what was she like?”

“She was wonderful and very kind. She cared about all the other members of the elemental alliance greatly. She wormed her way into Garmadon’s heart and they were close friends. She and the former master of ice were good friends as well. I see a lot of her in you. You both talk a lot.” he chuckles. “I remember the day she met your birth father,”

“Did you ever get to meet him?”

“Briefly, she invited everyone to their wedding. He was a nice man.”

“We were planning on asking my parents about her too, were her and my mom close as well?”

“Yes. your mother, the former master of shadow, and eventually Cole’s mother when she gained her powers were good friends. I’m not sure what the extent of their friendship was, you’ll have to ask her.”

“Do- do you know what happened to her?” Jay asks, frowning, “her name was Lisbeth, right? I looked up who the former elemental masters were, and she came up.”

Wu’s smile turns into a frown, only to return a moment later with a sad look in his eyes. “Yes. that was her name. She went by Libber most of the time. Though unfortunately, I don’t know what happened to her. I did my best to keep track of all the elemental masters and their descendants, but she disappeared one day and left you at your parents.”

“Th-thank you, Master Wu,” he says, starting to tear up again. That strange, jealous feeling he had earlier has gone away. He has that closure he wanted for a while now. He, Master Wu, and Nya talk about his mother and the other former masters for a while longer. Jay may not know what happened to her, but at least he knows a little more about his mother.

#ninjago #vesper writes #n1njag0 #ns12 #ns12 spoilers #ninjago jaya #jaya #nnq #ninja never quit zine

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sunshine304 · 3 years ago

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I am so so sorry that it took me this long to continue my LoF watching posts! RL, y’know. Ep 26 felt like a good place to take a breather, as well, so that’s what I did.

Anyway, let’s move on to eps 27 and 28!

It’s exposition time! Zhou Fei and ChuChu are at a tea house and hear about an army deserter who was trained on the Mountain of the Immortals (has this been mentioned before... IDK), was poisoned and became a monk. A-Fei thinks this story sounds familiar (indeed it does, indeed it does...) and ChuChu remembers having read sth like this in a book (the book of ... Peng Lai? I think?).

Oh look, Huo Fort becomes relevant again! I forgot about them. Anyway, Huo Lintao, who is now the boss and seems to not be well liked basically everywhere, wants to fight Disha and invites people from Jianghu to his Destroy Disha Assembly (God, I just love that name XD). Li Sheng & 48 Strongholds get an invite and he wants to investigate. Huo Fort is also... attacked by random cultivators I guess?

Meanwhile, let’s check in on Yin Pei! He still can’t deal with his internal injury (loss of internal power? still not sure; I’m assuming it’s sth like severe damage to a golden core in xanxia or even complete loss of one) and scours Old Daoist Master Chongxiao’s rooms for the Phoenix Pill, which... I think gives you lots of power but is also really super dangerous?

This show sure has lots of useful but also dangerous power restoring/improving pills and needles, huh?

Anyway, Yin Pei takes the pill. He does not feel so good. Uh oh.

Li Yan and Yang Jin go in search for A-Fei again – uhm, didn’t A-Fei simply go into town with ChuChu? Why are they searching for her again, other that Yang Jin wants to fight her because one obvious defeat isn’t enough? I'm guessing there has been a time skip again...

Meanwhile, at Disha Manor! Shen Tianshu is nursing his wounded ego I guess, while Chu Tianyu, an older member, is now supposed to take care of all this drama, but he doesn’t really want to because he’s retired. How many weird members of Disha are there?

Oh okay, so Yin Pei goes kinda crazy because of the scabbard since it seems to be gone, takes more of the Phoenix Pills, which is a fucking stupid idea, we get some exposition that this might turn him into a demon of some sort, and then he kills Chongxiao for the scabbard because he thinks that the old master wants it for himself.

Which, you know, isn’t true, but that’s what you get for being so secretive, I guess. Chongxiao actually wanted the scabbard so a forger could make lots of copies of it, so that Yin Pei can keep the original one. *sigh* Well, too late now. Yin Pei also meets that evil guy from way back in ep 7 or 8 who’d fought Chongxiao and Li Sheng, who calls himself the Black Judge (I’m too lazy to look up his name and hope he doesn’t really become that relevant).

I’m kinda sad that Yin Pei simply seems to go the “Oops I’m super crazy now“ route instead of having a more interesting redemption arc. I also... don’t really know what he wants to do now? He’s got the scabbard of his father... Are there still people alive he could take revenge on? Disha I guess?

But! The song that plays while Yin Pei confronts Chongxiao is awesome! I'm in love.♥

Back to the main characters, thank you! Xie Yun is really ill and freezing, the poison taking its toll. He’s at the same inn as two new characters (noooo, no more characters, have mercy!) Zhu Chen and Zhu Ying of the small Zhu sect, who are there for that assembly. They eye XY and feel sorry for him. We instantly know that these are Good People.

Aaaaaand introducing another new character, Ying Hecong, Poison Doctor! I know he’s relevant because he’s got a poster!

Of course Zhou Fei just misses Xie Yun in that inn. *sigh* But then she meets Li Yan and Yang Jin there, which is nice.

Yet another new character! He’s Black Tortoise Ding Kui and has henchman that are dressed in a rather peculiar way. Is this now the same as with that Azure Dragon guy, and I don’t really have to remember him? He’s from the 4 Guardians Mountain (speaking of which, where tf is Mu XiaoQiao!?).

Okay okay I see now. Everyone is in LingLing for that meet up with the Huo family! Madame Nichang is there too! Ah my beloved! ♥ She tells Xie Yun to follow his heart, and not be stupid and only think of his end.

Xie Yun is all evasive of course, and then he meets up with Cheng Zichen who of course is also there! Because of this he finds out that Zhou Fei is there, too, which puts him into a conflict. Because his running away was going so well, dammit!

On to Ep 28!

Xie Yun hides out in the carriage with Ling Yu of the Feather Robe Troupe, who slyly comments on him running away from Zhou Fei. He’s sad and says that it’s not A-Fei’s fault and that he’s just an unlucky person who is not good for her. T_T Kill me, why don’t you.

A-Fei has learned a lot and notices XY’s ruse, yay go my heroine!♥

She catches him and they fight, and she asks him about the poison. Zhou Fei obviously suspects ahhhh! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But of course when XY seems happy that she was looking for him, she goes all haughty again and is like, “It’s only because of the HYTS!“ (although no it was mainly because of him and she looks light she might burst into tears any moment now, too...)

They get distracted by the procession of Black Tortoise Master walking by and A-Fei knocks XY out. They’re even now! XD

Nice to see the whole gang together as A-Fei drags the unconscious Xie Yun to an inn! ChuChu my beloved! ♥

OMG Li Sheng and Yang Jin getting into this peacock fight! XD Li Sheng scolds his sister and Yang Jin is super pissed about it. Li Yan is looking sooo smug, like “Yep that's my very own protective himbo!“ XD

Then Li Sheng is sent off to find Madame Nichang because she at least might know what to do about Xie Yun.

Ding Kui arrives at the Hui Fort. If I understood correctly... Hui Lintao wants to... kill all the cultivators when they arrive for his assembly? Or just those other cultivators that are randomly attacking him? There's traps in the forest they have go through. He specifically mentions that the traps are set after Daoist Master Chongxiao’s design, so hm might Li Sheng be of great help here later? Anyway, that old guy from Disha is there and seems to find all of this very funny. I’m confused.

Mu Xiaoqiao my love!!!!!!! He’s back!!!! For about 5 seconds but there he is, looking fabulous! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Ding Kui (who... has left the Huo Fort I guess) wants to work with him and reminds him of his debt to the Huo Fort. I had forgotten about that.

Oh let’s check in for about a minute on Yin Pei, who is still crazy and slaughters some people... uhm somewhere. He also now calls himself the true Master of Clear Light. [at least I think it’s supposed to be his new name?] Nicely written on the door in blood. Okay then.

But the instrumental of his song plays in the background, making all of this much more epic, so it’s fine.

Madame Nichang arrives, is shocked, and states that Xie Yun is poisoned, as A-Fei feared, and he has a year if he doesn’t use his internal force anymore. A-Fei is devastated and we get their love song while she rubs his (supposedly) ice-cold hand. Oh my heart. T_T

Ying Hecong arrives because he wants to see the poisoned guy! XD He has never heard of tact.

Since A-Fei is desperate she lets him in, and we get some exposition in bits and pieces. Ying Hecong first assumes that XY must’ve been poisoned about a month ago (which fits the fight against Disha, where he used the needle), but wonders how that could be because Lian Sheng (the poisoner known for bone piercing blue) has been missing for a while longer. He lets slip that he isn’t actually a doctor, uhm yeah....

Oh not A-Fei is so sad and crying, nooooo T_T She’s angry at XY, asking why he had to meddle in her affairs and then leave to just die somewhere alone. Oh nooooo. ಥ_ಥ ಥ_ಥ ಥ_ಥ

(side note: easy scene for Wang Yibo, just lying there the whole time, no lines for once XD)

A-Fei gets the Tianmen Lock from Madam Nichang (a special lock that has a double lock mechanism that is very difficult to open. Md. Nichang actually alludes to this lock being very useful for lovers and I’m like... okay XD). YunFei are kinky as ever, nothing new here – A-Fei is so pissed at XY that she doesn’t want him to have the chance to run away again. XD

Loved how XY complained about the lock destroying his posture. XD And how Zhou Fei’s like, “It’s not my fault you’re bound like that, Li Sheng is to blame!“ while the flashback tells us, that uhm no, he’s not. XD

Ending with A-Fei telling Yang Jin about the Hai Tian Yi Se. Ah they’re important relics it seems. Well whatever. XY listens in.

I really need to keep on watching, it seems stuff is happening.

#legend of fei #you fei #sabrina watches legend of fei #my posts #my gifs

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whenimgoodandready · 4 years ago

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(patriotic music plays) In 1777, Lafayette was commissioned by General Washington to lead his troops in the American Revolution which led them to victory! This alliance between the French and Americans was what brought the holiday, The French-American Friendship Week🇫🇷🇺🇸. (record scratch) Okay, so it’s not a legit holiday cuz it was strictly made up for plot purposes on the show, but the events did happen as Americans and French are allies. History repeats itself so let’s see if our French heroes can ally with the American heroes in this very first Miraculous World trilogy of traveling:

Miraculous World

•New York – United HeroeZ-We start with a big damn intro that Thomas was probably inspired by other movie productions such as the “20th Century Fox” with its spotlights, “Universal” with its globe and even “Disney” with its Enchanted Castle. They even had an orchestra with the “Miraculous Ladybug” theme song playing (they went all out!). With the millions this show made it’s no surprise am I right or am I right!? Huh? Huh? Huh? HUH!? There’s a lot that went on in this special, and I know you’re all informed by it, even with the side stories, but I’m not gonna type all that went on and just put in the Pros and Cons so it can be faster. Let’s go:

Pros:

•The Space Powerups-Meet Cosmobug and Astrocat! Finally! We got to see their space forms and they looked pretty alright. Except they never really went to space and I would’ve preferred they did while battling some alien akuma, but it was still nice to see it. I liked Ladybugs space look best.

•The Native American Miracle Box-The final treat of the special and we see another miracle box and it’s guardian! Our first look is the Eagle miraculous which is a talon necklace that has an eagle like Kwami named Liiri who grants the user the power of liberation (which can be used for both good and evil). This was given to Sparrow who got promoted from sidekick to an independent hero! Congrats Sparrow! Fellow miraculers, I give you, Eagle! (trumpets sound). There was no eagle in the Native American zodiac, but I guess it’s part of the five pack and not the main duo like the Chinese Miracle box with its zodiac. There’s always the basic 12 zodiacs, the five elements and the two most important good/bad luck miraculouses. The guardian for the Native American miracle box was a chief like man who was stern, protective, and serious, but with a sense of understanding as he allowed Sparrow to keep their miraculous and start a new generation of supers with the rest thanks to Uncanny Valley.

•New York Heroes/Villains-Get this folks, Majestia, that superwoman Alya is a huge fan of, is real! Yeah! And Knightowl, Principal Damocles hero, is real too! Yeah! There’s barely any fiction in the Miraculous Universe and all we see, is real! These supers are amazing! There’s other heroes too, such as Snowflake, a snow elemental hero, Hurricane, a weather hero, Doorman, a portal traveler, Victory, a patriotic hero and Hot Dog Dan!? (record scratch). He’s uh, uhhhhhhh, a temporary power bestower through magic hot dogs?.............riiiiiiiiiight (clears throat). They’re enemies are a pirate themed technopath named Techno-Pirate (we already have Captain Hardrock for that, but I guess this is their American equivalent of it, so okay. (mutters under breath disappointedly) Wanted something more unique, but okay). Unlike the French heroes, the United Heroez don’t fall under the cliche of secret alter egos bulls*** and everyone in New York knows who they are (even the villain). I guess it’s cuz they’re mostly composed of courageous and righteous adults whereas Team Miraculous, are a bunch of insecure and awkward teenagers. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! Not giving teens a bad name! The sidekicks of Majestia and Knightowl are Uncanny Valley, a robot girl, and Sparrow, a gadget wielding/combatant masked hooded youth, respectively. They’re the only ones who have to hide their identities (minus Knightowl for spoilers below) cuz they’re just children, but still badass cuz Aeon (aka Uncanny) figured out who Ladybug and Cat Noir were and reunited them to help save New York and Sparrow earned their wings to fly solo as a real hero.

Cons:

•Mr.Pigeon-(face palms) Hawk Moth, do you seriously want your wife back? Or are you just f**king stupid!? 51 TIMES!? (groans loudly and exasperated) You ARE mad and desperate! I understand it’s a kids show and some would find it funny that he keeps showing up, but older kids (and adults), would not! It’s no wonder we’ll be getting a new Hawk Moth in the future. One that actually creates formidable villains and not constantly recycles their old ones!

•Unnecessary Drama-So the plot said Marinette “convinces” Gabe (he had villainous intentions) to let Adrien go to New York, but Ladybug told Cat Noir to stay in Paris to watch out for any akumatizations while she’s “away”......well, we know that’s gonna be an issue, but there was no need. Adrien thought he had a plan to solve this by using his Akuma Alert app to check up on any danger in Paris and fly back quickly as Astrocat to signal Ladybug with this tiny black cat alarm she left him to come and help. Really? That’s the drama Hawkdaddy put in to spice up the special? Why couldn’t Ladybug just download the same app and use the Horse miraculous, which grants the power of teleportation, and fix the possible emergency herself!? If anything, she didn’t need to tell Cat to do jacks***! I understand the Akuma Alert back in “Riposte” cuz that happened during the show where the Parisians were getting accustomed to these attacks, but now, after what’s been a year already (in-universe), you’d think Marinette/Ladybug would be prepared to have that app like Adrien/Cat Noir, but no! She didn’t! Instead, we get this ridiculous, utterly ridiculous little black cat gadget that’s used for a dumb joke! Did Astruc not remember what he did on the show in the past seasons? Look back on your work, honey! IT’S CALLED RESEARCH! Ugh!

•New York stereotype-Like I mentioned up there with the United Heroez, Hot Dog Dan iiiiiiiiiiiiis not the most useful of supers cuz he sounds too stereotyped what with the setting being in New York where you can find a hot dog vendor (there’s even a hero named Captain Redlight who controls the traffic signal lights!) and he uses his powers for fun. That’s not all! Alya romanticized the theme of New York for Marinette and most of the time, we don’t picture that when we think of The Big Apple. When most Americans think of New York, they think crime, honking traffic jams, (911), big corporate businesses and the whole, “Hey! I’m walking here!”. Guess since this is a kids show, they didn’t wanna plant that idea in their young developing minds and just put in the “fun” aspects of New York! I get it. Don’t poison their heads.

That was our first Miraculous World special people. It was “interesting” and I’m sure you’ll agree with it too. I’m gonna elaborate more on the pros and cons of this and then mention the side stories in it. Now that we’ve seen the Native American miracle box, I think we’ll be seeing the American one next. Possibly in the Brazil special. Wonder how they’ll work with that since we have people and an object for our signs. Hmmmmm. I was real glad to see Sparrow cuz we all thought they’d be a scrapped character from the Quantic Universe, but no! They exist! (this was so much better then Felixs introduction). Mercury was even there too! Wow! We got to see the concept art come to life with members of the Quantic Kids! (wonder if Kid Mime might show up later?). Perhaps the whole United Heroez team is what inspires future Ladybug to create her own future Miraculous Justice League from “Timetagger”! What really surprised me was the LGBT Representation! The reveal that Knightowl was a woman along with Sparrow being a girl and that she (Knightowl) and Majestia are life partners with Aeon and Jess (Sparrow) being their children! For the longest time, we the fans thought Knightowl and Sparrow were male when in fact, they’re female! Nice twist there Astruc! The Knightowl and Sparrow are actually legacy heroes where the sidekick would take over for Knightowl and find a new Sparrow all with regardless of their race/gender/sexual orientation. I like that. What I didn’t like was the whole Mr.Pigeon running gag (it’s actually becoming a literal gag! >:P) there’s gonna be a moment where he’ll get called out on it, wait for that! However, it transitioned from overused creators favorite to super anarchy and nuclear war! What a dramatic climatic change! Like I mentioned, Ladybug didn’t really need to involve Cat in the whole emergency situation, but just to emphasize the trust issues between them and input drama into the special (ignoring the plot holes), Astruc gave us a near death scene with poor Uncanny Valley and thank God she was a robot or Cat would’ve gotten a can of whompa** from Majestia. Knightowl wanted to confiscate the dynamic duos miraculouses, but I don’t think they had any jurisdiction to do so. They’re an American super and they’re Parisian supers. However, since this does take place after Season 3, and Ladybug is now the guardian, it’s her choice whether they should or not and her idea was just for the two to run. This also brought the headscratcher of fans on how Ladybugs powers work? She said her “Miraculous Ladybug” power only works on a specific villain and not all villains (like the sentimonster that was shown during Techlonizers attack). Does her power not bring back the dead (that aren’t robots?), can it only fix a cataclysm power from Cat Noir? (shrugs). Unlike “Syren”, Cat quits for real this time! (for about 5mins) It hurt Marinette/Ladybug thinking she was all alone now. A Yang without her Yin. Not a good sign. What Marinette/Ladybug needs to understand is that Cat has a double life too, she shouldn’t assume it would be a breeze for him to watch Paris by himself and that he might have friends and family he can’t explain why he can’t do this and that and make up insane excuses like she does all the time. This wouldn’t be “Miraculous Ladybug” if we didn’t have shippers trying to make Adrienette happen, Alya tries to get Marinette to confess and Nino tries to get Adrien to open up. They get double ship help from Aeon and Jess, but even with the Americans allied with the French on this, Hawk Moth still co*kblocked it. Course with all the major plots involved, they added in several sub plots just to expand the special and fill the gaps such as Ms.Bustier revealed to be pregnant (who’s the daddy?), Ms.Mendeleiev trying to win over the class, Adriens Bodyguards fear of heights and Sabrinas love interest. The special foreshadowed that Marinette/Ladybugs conflict for Season 4 will be learning to move on (same w/ Adrien/Cat Noir) now that it’s strongly implied that Adrigami and Lukanette are canon. See ya all in 2021!

#miraculous ladybug #united heroez #miraculous New York

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maximum118 · 4 years ago

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Sitcom

Yang: Oh something that isn’t RTS. Wait am I here alone?

Yin: nope.

Yang: Oh it’s my twin

Yin: You should stop fucking a psychopath.

Yang: BITCH YOUR GIRL IS A PSYCHOPATH

Yin: At least we’re in a healthy relationship

Yang: Points at him* You sir have a good point.

Yin: smiles* I know I do.

Yang: Fucker.

Yin: I only fuck Zen-OH SHIT! *Runs*

Kouten: COME ‘ERE PRETTY BOIIIIIII *Chases Yin*

Yang: . . .What in the world did I see?

Episode 3- Karens and obession pt 1.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

A few weeks after, the siblings moved into the penthouse together. They all finally had a week off. So, Haruki asked if they could go to the mall, and all the emo chickens couldn't resist, so they all decided to go. Sai goes with Haruki, Kouten goes on his own, Zen, Hato, and Satori go together, then Riku and Heisu go together. Let's check on them, shall we?

~Saisho~

Sai waits outside a game stop as Haruki tries to find a new game for his switch. While waiting outside, Sai hears his phone ring, "My anaconda don't, My anaconda don't, My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun" (Mal if you ever see this, I am so sorry.) Sai blushes and picks up quickly.

"yes, Kaoru?" asks Sai trying to regain his posture.

"Hey, You're in the mall, right?" asks Kaoru.

Sai arches his eyebrow "Yea? What about it?" Sai asks. Hands cover his eyes. "Guess who?" asks a voice.

Sai chuckles and hangs up. "Hmm, is it my sufficient other? Or a fan?" asks Sai jokingly.

The hands move from his eyes, and Sai looks to see a tanned green-haired person. Sai kisses their cheek. "I see that you're in your male form today, Kaoru." Says Sai.

Kaoru smiles. "Yea, I wanted to be a guy today. Besides, I wasn't expecting you to be here." They say.

Sai smiles. "Heh, Haruki is too cute for his own good. We all got talked into going the mall."

"How's sibling life anyways?"

"I didn't expect two pyromaniacs, a spunky child, a good boy, an innocent child, and two anxiety-filled kids."

"…How are you alive..."

"I have no idea."

"Let's go sit down. Haruki is going to take forever," says Sai as he holds Kaoru's hand, leading them to a bench. After the two talked for a bit, Sai kisses them. Kaoru blushes and looks away. "We're in public, Sai!" they say.

A woman walks up to the couple. . Kaoru arches an eyebrow. "Do you need anything??" asks Kaoru.

"You are exposing my little boy to homosexuality. Guys shouldn't be with guys. Girls shouldn't be with girls. God didn't make us be like this."

Sai blinks at her, Kaoru stares at her. "B-But I'm both genders." Says Kaoru looking down not enjoying the attention they were getting.

The woman gasps. "Are you forcing this poor man to be with you?!" she asks, shocked.

Kaoru shakes their head. "N-No. He's 100% consented to it." They say. The woman looks at Sai. "Is this man forcing you to be with him?!" she asks.

Kaoru hears glass break, and they look at Sai, who has a shadow over his eyes "Sai don't…" Kaoru says.

Sai stands up. "First off, my sufficient other goes by they/them/their pronouns. NOT he/him or she/her. Second off, I am with them, and I AM with them willingly. Third off, I am pansexual.” Says Sai rather aggressively.

"You…assaulted me! Security!" she says, the person looks at her.

The woman glares. "Pansexuality isn't a thing!" she argues, then she glances at Kaoru. "Neither is switching genders!" she adds. Kaoru looks down, growling. Sai takes deep breaths.

A tail with multiple hearts (Yellow, dark purple, and green) wraps around her leg and trips her. A blonde with green and purple streaks in a long braid was sitting next to the couple with a crop top with a white heart, a short grey leather jacket, skinny black jeans, and 5in high-heeled boots. The woman looks at the person.

"Oh, sorry, Hun. I didn't see you there. The tail acts on its own sometimes." Says the person cheerfully.

"NO, IT DIDN'T!" shouts the woman. The person smiles and leans down to her ear "Hun. You shouldn't have said pansexuality isn't a thing, nor is switching genders…" The person's smile disappears. Their pupils become like cat's when light hits their pupils. "I'll remind you, this is a world of quirks. I suggest you leave or somethings you shouldn't harass." Says the person darkly.

At that moment, a kid came running crying to the fallen woman. The person gets up and moves out of the way. The woman and the kid ran off shortly after that. Sai and Kaoru look at the person.

"thank you…er…" says Kaoru. The person turns to them and smiles. "Mochizuki. Mochizuki Tsukiya." They say, "Oh, and anything for a fellow gender switcher and pansexual." They add on.

"You can switch bodies too?" asks Kaoru as they go up to Tsukiya.

Tsukiya nods. "Yup. Concubus is my quirk. Depending on my partner's sex preference, top or bottom, male or female, etc." they explain.

Sai looks at Tsukiya. "Thank you. Can we pay you back?" asks Sai. Tsukiya thinks for a bit looks at the couple "…Names and numbers?" they ask.

Sai smiles. "Saisho and Kaoru. A pleasure to meet you." Says Sai. Kaoru begins to write their number and Sai's number down on a piece of paper. Handing them the paper.

"Call us when you can," says Kaoru as Tsukiya's smile shifts into a smirk. "Oh, I will~ See you hotties around~," they say, leaving.

Sai looks at Kaoru. "Poly?"

"Poly. Also, is my ringtone on your phone, Anaconda?" asks Kaoru, eyebrow arched.

Sai blushes and sees Haruki. "HEEEEEYYY HARUKI!!" he shouts.

Haruki skips over. "Hello!~ whose that?" he asks.

"This is my lover. Kaoru. Kaoru meet Haruki…" introduces Sai.

Kaoru smiles. "Nice to meet-HEY DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT SAI!" they shout, looking to Sai, whistling, looking anywhere but at Kaoru.

He, Kaoru, and Haruki walk from the game stop to the next shop talking.

~Kouten~

Kouten waits impatiently for his coffee. If he stands here for a while, reporters will notice him quite quickly. He pulls his phone out, reading something when he sees a familiar glow next to him.

Turning, Kouten notices Inoue Eita. The lavender-eyed, ginger-haired, lantern-tailed male from the café a few weeks back. A smile comes across his face. "You look familiar." He says.

Eita looks up and notices Kouten "oh, you're the guy from the café…Todoroki Kouten, right?"

"Yup. That's me. The one and only at your service ginger." Says Kouten.

Eita chuckles. "That's a creative one, redhead." He says.

"Heh, thank you. So why are you here at the mall today?"

"Spending some cash and relaxing from work."

"What do you do?"

"Well… it's technically two jobs. One for money and the other is a hobby…"

"Which are?'

" I'm a journalist and occasionally an astrologer. The hobby is fortune teller…people tend to trust me more…"

Kouten pales but stays calm. He might be here to interview me. No matter how cute he is, He can't come ne- Oh damn, he has cake. Kouten glances at Eita’s ass and mentally slaps himself Kouten no. do not get distracted. He thinks. He looks at the lightly tanned male.

"Really? That's interesting. Why do people trust you more than normal?" asks Kouten.

"Well… I'm a Japanese Romani or what's usually called gypsy…through it's offensive to call Romani that…"

"Cool…that explains the tanned skin and the red slash and headband. No wonder your cute."

Eita blushes, and the lantern goes bright for a second "Huh?"

Kouten realizes, "HUH? What? Sorry, what did I say?" he says.

Two drinks are slid next to the "Large Coffee for Todoroki. Large chai tea for Inoue!" says the person.

Kouten grabs the coffee. "Huh, they actually said the name this time." He says. Eita holds the chai tea. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Todoroki…"

Kouten looks at him. "Er…I don't have anywhere to be…Want to hang out until my siblings finish?" he asks.

Eita takes a sip from his tea and blushes. "S-sure…" he shutters out.

Kouten walks to a table as Eita follows. The two sit. Eita looks at Kouten. "What do you do for a living?"

"Executive Editor is one. The other is modeling. Make a few television appearances here and there." Answers Kouten as he sips from his coffee.

"Oh, wow, you must be well known then…" says Eita as he looks to the side.

"Eh. Being the former no.2 hero's kid is a big impact too, you know?"

Eita almost chokes on his tea. "Huh. What? Like Hawks? Hawks. Is your parent?"

"er, yea…why?"

Holy Shit…Hotaru wasn't lying. This man is a celebrity…I should back off before rival reporters invade my personal space…thinks Eita as he looks to the side.

"Oh… That's…amazing…" says Eita sufficiently quieter.

Kouten notices and places his coffee down "what's wrong?"

Eita looks at him. "Why would you want to talk to me?"

"I have my reasons, Inoue. You sat with me. Plus, you interest me."

Eita's tail glows with Eita's initial shock "interest you? I don't want reporters in my face."

"I mean, I want to hang out with you more, Inoue. If any reporters came, I would simply say that you're a client for my manager, a fellow editor, or I can simply drag you off. Then they'll possibly leave you alone."

"Possibly?!"

Kouten stands up. "Yup. Now come on, there could be undercover reporters around." He says and throws his coffee cup away. Eita follows him. "Where are we going?" asks Eita.

"I heard there was a dog place around here. Where you can play with puppies, I want to possibly adopt one or two."

"That's a, you thing…Why do I have to join you?" asks Eita throwing his tea away.

"It's awkward to go alone. You don't look busy either."

Eita sweatdrops. "Am I your lacky now? I don't want to see dogs."

Kouten smiles, then drag him into a store with many cribs with plastic walls inside with at least three different breeds of dogs. "Want to rethink that, Inoue?" he asks.

"…Oh my god their so cute." Says Eita as he looks into a crib where three puppies roughhouse.

"Rethought it? Adorable, aren't they?" asks Kouten.

Eita smiles. "Very…" he looks at a puppy moving away from the roughhousing of the other two. A worker comes over. "Hello. Do you want to play with a puppy?" she asks.

"Oh…we don't-"

Kouten points to the puppy moved from the roughhousing "Can we check that one out?".

The worker picks the puppy up and begins to lead the duo to one of the pens.

"…Why did you do that?" Asks Eita looking at Kouten.

"You looked like you wanted to play with it."

Eita looks down. "Was it that obvious?"

The lady lets them in and puts the puppy in a pen. The puppy runs up to the both of them. The worker smiles "She's a Papillon puppy. Very energetic. You two enjoy playing with her!" says the worker leaves.

Eita looks down at the puppy and picks her up. The puppy begins licking Eita's face evoking giggles. "Awww, stop it! That tickles!"

"Can I hold her now?" asks Kouten. Eita hands her over to him. The puppy yips and licks Kouten's Face.

The duo was having a good time when a woman stomps into the store. The woman walks up to the pen where the pair was.

"Uh, excuse me, that dog is mine." She says.

Eita looks at her. "But she's in the store??" he asks.

"Duh. Because I want it." Says the woman.

Kouten hands the puppy to Eita. "Well, too bad I'm adopting her." Says Kouten.

The woman looks at him and Eita, then she gasps, "Eee! Your Todoroki Kouten! Why are you hanging with a nobody slut?" Asks the woman.

Eita winces at that, petting the puppy; looking down, he hands the puppy to Kouten. "Here, Todoroki…" he gives the puppy to Kouten. He then proceeds to leave the pen.

"Hey! Inoue! Where are you going?" asks Kouten.

Eita goes to the front desk and fills the paperwork up. Then proceeds to "accidentally" whack the woman with his lantern tail. "home." Answers Eita leaving the store.

The woman rubs the back of her head. "Ack! Slut! Anyways~ Are you seeing Anyone?~" she says.

Kouten glares at her "Bitch please, you look like a stripper. No way in hell would I go out with you." He says, glaring at her, "The one I currently wanted to know better is gone because of you." He adds, compressing the urge to kill her.

The woman gasps, "you're a homosexual?!" She says then she pretends to puke.

Kouten glares at her. "I'm bisexual." He says. He then leaves the pen and gives the puppy to a worker. "W-Wait, sir!" Says the woman.

Kouten leaves the store and looks for the tan ginger. Who seemingly disappeared, the worker runs up to him with the puppy.

"Thought you put her back?" asks Kouten, confused.

The worker smiles. "Why would I? Your friend adopted her for you. Paid and everything." Explains the worker.

"How…? My information is with me."

The worker shows the paperwork and his information. "Guess he stole your information when he left." She says.

Kouten takes his information back and his newly adopted puppy. Kouten smiles softly. "Guess I'll have to get some things and give you name," he says.

Waving farewell to the store, Kouten makes his way to a pet supplies store. The puppy in a kennel was given to him.

Meanwhile~

Eita walks over to Hotaru, sipping tea. Hotaru arches an eyebrow. "The fuck you been?" he asks.

"I was dragged to a dog store," answers Eita as he sits next to him.

Hotaru laughs "really?" He asks.

Eita doesn't respond and notices pale blonde hair and teal eyes, blonde hair and red wings, white hair and wings walking into a store.

"Isn't that your…fuck buddy?" asks Eita. Hotaru smiles. "Ah. Hato? He can do what he wants for now. I have another fuck toy."

Eita glares at him, disappointed look "You can't just throw people away like toys." Says Eita disappointed.

Hotaru glares at him "that's rich coming from a guy who ditched his birth name." he says. Eita freezes. "I thought we wouldn't talk about this…"

"Well, we are now, aren't we bitch." Says Hotaru.

Eita stands up. "I'm leaving." He says, "I will tell cops that you're the one killing people…"

"H-Hiroshi! K-Kouten! I-I won't tell! I promise! Please just…come back…" Says Eita. Hotaru pats his shoulder, and the darkness goes away. Eita immediately looks at his tail then looks up to Hotaru with tears in his lavender eyes.

Hotaru walks behind Eita, touching his shoulder. His smile widens. "You forget Eita. Unlike a good amount of people I torment, I know your fear." He says, snapping his fingers. The two were enclosed in a dark area the same size as where they are, creating the illusion that no one was there.

Eita's eyes shrunk. He quickly moves his tail to his chest. His tail, though, isn't giving off the glow and dims. Then it goes out completely. Eita began hyperventilating, falling onto his knees, tears running rapidly down his cheeks. Please no! I-I don't want to die!!! Please! Give me a light source! Now! I want to be alive! I-I don't want to be alone! He thinks

People look at the duo, and Hotaru smiles, helping Eita up. People go back to what they're doing. Leading Eita out of the mall, Hotaru thinks back to what name came out of his adoptive elder brother's mouth.

"…K-Kouten!" Hotaru growls Why do these…chickens…keep getting into my family and business? First, Hato… a pretty little thing. Nice Lil fuck toy too. Then that blue-winged one…Librarian if I remember correctly. Insecure but didn't want me anywhere near Hato along with his boyfriend. Don't get me started on the pale blonde chick. She's crazy same with her boyfriend….

Once outside the mall and into the car, now…this! Eita is befriending the what 2nd oldest? No. I won't…allow it. I CAN'T ALLOW IT. I… won't lose Anyone…not again. Thinks Hotaru looking to Eita whose curled up in a ball.

Hotaru rests his head on the wheel. I can't lose to these…these…emochickens! He looks up, changing his purple eyes to slits I WON'T ALLOW IT. If I fucking have to… I'll kill them…

They

Won't

Win

Saisho/Sai belongs to @ulti-mal

Kouten belongs to @hairuko

Hato belongs to @juniperarts

Satori belongs to @fioresacros

Haruki belongs to @/_falyy on twitter

Riku & Hotaru to @diizaren

#oc lore #papillon #bnha fanfiction #dabihawks lovechild #bnhaoc #karens #steryotypes #adoptive siblings #obession #hotaru kamura #pansexual #switching genders #character quirks #concubus #plot lore #ya'll are welcome #part 1

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tsuki-chibi · 5 years ago

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Passionfruit (Novembr) Day 11: Headphone

Read the whole story on AO3: Passionfruit

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“I still can’t believe I thought Chloé was Ladybug,” Alya said glumly.

Adrien tried not to visibly wince as he turned around just in time to see the look on Marinette’s face. She didn’t say anything, but her face - and her thoughts - spoke volumes. Alya being akumatized had been interesting, to say the least. In her determination to prove that Chloé was Ladybug, Hawkmoth had reached out to Alya to give her the power to try and figure Ladybug’s identity out. Lady WiFi had come too close for comfort.

“Someone like Chloé could never be Ladybug,” Adrien said, trying to send calming waves towards Marinette.

“Yeah, Ladybug is way too sweet and kind for that,” Nino said.

Marinette flushed, but some of her ire drained away to the point where she playfully nudged Alya in the ribs. “Besides, I think if Chloé were Ladybug, that’s a secret you’re best left keeping quiet about.”

“Right? Especially after that stunt she pulled with Juleka,” Alya huffed.

Adrien frowned at that. Yeah, that hadn’t been Chloé’s best moment. She’d gotten completely caught up in herself and what she wanted... which was pretty par for the course for Chloé, but Adrien was still disappointed in her because she’d been doing pretty good for the past couple of weeks. He hadn’t spoken to her since Juleka had been akumatized; Chloé knew damn well he was waiting for her to apologize to Juleka.

“We have more important things to talk about than Chloé,” Nino declared.

“Like what?” Marinette asked.

“Like my man’s birthday!” Nino said excitedly, hugging Adrien around the shoulders. “And the raging party we’re gonna have!”

“Nino, don’t get carried away. My dad didn’t say yes, and it’s unlikely that he will,” Adrien said. The bell rang and he got up, already thinking about his busy afternoon: he had fencing practice, then piano practice, dinner, and a late photo shoot. He said his good-byes and headed for the door.

“Make sure you ask!” Nino called after him as Adrien left the classroom.

‘Do you think there’s any chance your dad will say yes?’ Marinette thought as Adrien walked to the locker room to change.

‘Nope,’ Adrien thought with a quiet, bitter laugh. ‘I’ve never had a birthday party before. I wish I could’ve seen what Nino had planned... but I know my dad. He’s fundamentally incapable of doing anything fun.’

‘Your father sucks so hard,’ Marinette thought.

‘Tell me about,’ Adrien thought, sighing.

His prediction turned out to be accurate. Adrien was completely exhausted by the time he made it home to the mansion that night. The only bright, shining spot in the whole afternoon had been Marinette’s comforting presence. Tedious photo shoots were always made better when her soothing voice was in his head. Sometimes she’d read to him, or share funny things she found online, or they’d hash out the night’s homework together. She was always a welcome distraction.

He collapsed into bed and fell asleep pretty much immediately. Morning came far too early, and Adrien groaned as his alarm went off and he rolled over to half-heartedly swat at it. He stared at the ceiling for a moment. He could tell that Marinette was still sleeping; her presence was a low hum in the back of his mind, heavy with the kind of contentment that comes from an exhausted teenager finally getting to rest.

“Happy birthday, Adrien!” Plagg exclaimed, suddenly appearing over Adrien’s face.

“Thanks, Plagg,” Adrien said with a tired smile. “I wish I could say it was going to be a good one.”

“I have something that will make it better,” Plagg said.

Adrien eyed him warily. “It’s not cheese, is it?”

“Well, of course cheese makes everything better, but I’ve come to realize you humans don’t appreciate such delicacies the way you should,” Plagg said. “So no. It’s something else!”

He rose up in the air and started waving his paws around. Adrien sat up and watched him in puzzlement, eyebrows furrowed. He was completely unprepared for Plagg to suddenly rear back and hawk something right into Adrien’s lap. The whatever it was landed in a soggy green pool of spit. Adrien stared at it in dumbstruck horror.

“Miraculous birthday,” Plagg declared, looking at Adrien expectantly.

“Uhhhhh....” Adrien said. Years of decorum training prevented him from reacting the way he wanted to, which was a horrified shriek and a vault into the bathroom to shower. He sat there in silence, mouth open uselessly.

Plagg sighed explosively. “It’s a kwagatama,” he said, like Adrien was the one who was being weird. “It’s a symbol of friendship between kwami and their holders.”

“Friendship?” Adrien repeated, softening. The green saliva was magically vanishing, revealing what looked like the black half of a yin and yang symbol. When he gingerly touched it, he realized that it was soft and smooth to the touch. Like a polished stone.

“Making one is a lot of work. You should give me cheese as a thank you,” Plagg said.

“I will. Lots of cheese.” Adrien clasped the kwagatama in his hands and smiled. “Thank you, Plagg. I love it.”

“Whatever,” Plagg muttered, but it didn’t escape Adrien’s notice that Plagg looked incredibly pleased.

He didn’t have any cord, so he sent a text to Marinette and then got up to get dressed while Plagg devoured half a wheel of Camembert. He put the kwagatama in his pocket for now as he left his room, backpack slung over his shoulder. He headed down to an empty dining room to eat breakfast alone, as per usual. Of course, it was too much to ask that his father join him for his birthday breakfast.

Nathalie entered just as he was beginning and said, “Your schedule today.”

“Thanks. Say, did my father get back to you about my party?” Adrien asked, taking the tablet. He read the answer in Nathalie’s face before she even opened her mouth.

“He doesn’t think it would be a good idea,” Nathalie said. “Happy Birthday, Adrien.” She nodded at him and left.

Adrien sighed, hanging his head, and pushed his plate away. Suddenly, he lacked an appetite. He stood and wandered out to the car, where his bodyguard drove him to school. His stomach twisted when he saw that Nino was standing right there at the front gates, waiting for him. The thought of disappointing his friend hurt.

‘Happy birthday, Chaton!’ Marinette thought suddenly.

‘Thanks, My Lady. Just woke up, huh?’ Adrien thought, a small smile coming to his face.

‘Yup. Saw your text. What’s a kwagatama?’ she thought.

Rather than answer, Adrien pushed the memory of what had happened that morning towards her as he got out of the car. Nino rushed over to him, eyes lit up - only for his face to fall when Adrien glumly shook his head.

“Dude, seriously? Your dad sucks,” Nino said, disappointed.

“Tell me about it,” Adrien said, slamming the car door. They walked through the gates together.

“Can’t you like... insist?” Nino suggested. “Tell him he needs to be fair?”

Adrien scoffed. “Honestly, I’m not sure my dad even knows what fair means,” he replied.

‘Oh my god,’ Marinette thought at the same time. She was laughing. ‘Oh, Adrien. That’s disgusting.’

‘It was so gross,’ Adrien thought back.

“At least you can smile, I guess,” Nino said, looking at Adrien.

“Uh, sure,” Adrien said. He was smiling because of Marinette, but of course Nino didn’t know that.

Nino sighed and took a bottle of bubble solution out of his back. Adrien watched curiously as he twisted off the top and started blowing bubbles. He’d seen people blow bubbles before, of course, but it was never something he’d had the chance to do himself. Nino was so good at it, creating a perfect bubble with every try.

“What?” Nino asked, eventually noticing the attention.

“Could I try?” Adrien asked.

“Sure,” Nino said, surrendering the wand.

“Like this?” Adrien pursed his lips and blew, splattering the bubble solution all over the place. Nino laughed.

“Gently, Dude. Not so hard,” he said.

Adrien obeyed and beamed as a bubble formed on the end of the wand, slowly breaking off. He watched it float through the air until it finally landed on the ground and burst. But that was okay, because he could just blow another one. He did so, dipping the wand back in the solution and then carefully blowing several more.

“So what’s up with you and Alya?” he asked finally.

Nino reddened. “No clue what you mean.”

“Well, you’re soulmates,” Adrien said. “So...” He already knew from Marinette that Nino and Alya were keeping their bond firmly closed for the time being. He couldn’t imagine what that would be like. Having Marinette as a part of him was the best thing thing that had ever happened to Adrien.

‘You sweetheart,’ Marinette thought fondly.

“I dunno. It’s... weird,” Nino said, not quite looking at Adrien. “I don’t even know her.”

“Maybe you should try spending time with her. Alya’s pretty cool,” Adrien said.

Nino frowned. “Since when do you know Alya?”

“Just what Marinette’s told me,” Adrien said quickly. He knew Alya because Marinette knew Alya, and Adrien knew what Marinette did - but of course, he couldn’t tell Nino that.

“Maybe,” Nino muttered, shrugging and toying with his headphones. “She hasn’t exactly acted like she wants to spend time with me, so...”

‘Alya says the same thing about Nino,’ Marinette thought.

“I bet Alya feels the same way,” Adrien said.

Nino just shrugged again, and Adrien took the hint. Luckily, he had the perfect distraction. Marinette ran through the gates at that moment. He handed the bubble solution and wand back to Nino and hurried over to meet her. She threw her arms around him in an exuberant hug.

“Happy birthday, Adrien!” she cried.

“Thanks,” Adrien said.

“Here.” Marinette untangled herself and reached into her bag, producing a box. “This is for you.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “You got me a present?!”

She grinned. “Of course!”

‘I’ve been working on it at night while you were asleep,’ she added mentally, her eyes twinkling. ‘And it’s been taking sooooo much effort not to think about it when you were awake.’

“Marinette...” Adrien was so touched he could barely speak.

“Open it,” she said, laying a hand on his arm.

He obeyed, pulling the wrapping off and opening the box. His eyes widened when he saw the handmade, knitted blue scarf carefully arranged inside. It was made of a material so soft that Adrien immediately wanted to buy several bolts of it just so that he could curl up and sleep on it. Marinette giggled at that and picked the scarf up, gently draping it around his neck.

‘Happy birthday, mon minou,’ she thought, and kissed his cheek.

So overwhelmed that he couldn’t speak, much less form thoughts, all Adrien could do was pull her into another hug. He gathered all of his feelings and pushed them at her, gratitude, affection, shock and bittersweet pain all wrapped into one. Marinette instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could.

#passionfruit #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #nino lahiffe #soulmates #gabriel agreste's a+ parenting #the bubbler #passionfruit november #miraculous Ladybug

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bluespiderlilies · 5 years ago

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Reincarnation | Hashibira Inosuke

chapter: one / “boar boy.”

chapter: two / “check.”

chapter: three / “in the shadows.”

chapter: four / “endure.”

chapter: five / “in the clouds.”

chapter: six / “senses.”

❝learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.❞ ── japanese proverb

just a small warning before i start! there will be tons of manga spoilers within the story—so if you are not up to date with the manga, you have been warned.

According to an ancient Japanese myth, a long, long time ago, there was a powerful god and goddess that roamed the islands of Japan. Their fates were intertwined despite being so different; both in power and personality.

Kemono, the God of the Beasts who represented yang, was wild and untamed—with a fire inside him that never burnt out. He was adventurous and extremely ambitious, determined to achieve his goals. He attracted the sun and its warmth, giving life to those around him.

However, the Goddess of Moon and Earth, Tsukina, was a calm and collected individual. She was cold and calculating, and preferred a peaceful and relaxing environment. She attracted the moon and its glow, healing and providing tides.

Though they were complete opposites, they had fallen in love—their personalities and powers both clashing and completing each other’s.

However, there was a great war between the gods—and the two had passed away; side by side, hands interwoven. Moved by their love, the greater gods had decided to bless them.

Ever since then, every 1,000 years, the reincarnation of Kemono and Tsukina would be born to eventually find each other once again, and be together for another lifetime.

Somehow, you and a certain boy had been seemingly blessed with being the reincarnations of the yin and yang deities—fates intertwined ever since the two of you were born…

∞

You took in a deep breath, the sweet, musky scent of the wisteria entering your lungs as you walked along the stone pathway.

The wisteria—that were blooming, even out of season—were lined up against the stone stairs, their violet petals scattered all over the steps. As the wind blew, you open your palm as you closely watched the petal float about in the air before softly landing on your palm.

You smiled gently, flicking the petal and watched it fly onto the ground, swaying side to side. Walking closer to the wisteria, you plucked off a some placing them in your thigh pouch. You weren’t so sure if you were allowed to, but…

It’s not like you were going to get caught anyways.

“Besides, they’ll be useful for later.” You mumbled to yourself.

You slowly began to hear the sound of voices and people as you walked closer to the entrance, observing your surroundings closely. You stepped inside, eyes flickering to each individual, each one more scarred than the last—either physically or emotionally, it was all evident in their faces, body languages, and especially the eyes.

Their eyes held everything.

Every emotion, thought, memory—

Everything.

And you saw it all.

You shook your head, sighing softly.

Well, it’s their choice, you thought, unconsciously gripping the limbs of your bow. While it was extremely rare for a demon hunter to choose a bow and arrow as their weapon, there were exceptions—one of them being you. Of course, you had your sword in its sheath, sitting comfortably on your hip.

However, you mainly used your bow and arrow. While yes, it was much more efficient to use a katana, since you could slice into demon’s neck more easily, and use all sorts of techniques—it didn’t mean you couldn’t use them on other weapons, too; that was a common misconception.

“Welcome, everyone, to the Final Selection,” you heard two voices announce. You looked up to see a pair of twins that had black and white hair respectively, with large, pupil-less eyes.

“Mount Fujikasane holds demons that Demon Slayers have captured here. Because Demons hate wisteria flowers and avoid them the wisteria flowers, we have ones that bloom even out of season that here cover from its foot to half-way up the slope,” the twin with black hair explained.

“From that point on, the wisteria does not bloom, so the demons roam free. As such, you must survive there for seven days. If you do, you pass.” The white-haired twin continued.

“Now, you may go.” They said in unison.

You watched as the others rushed into, what you called, ‘The Demon Zone.’ You, however, preferred to lag behind and take some of your sweet time. After all, you weren’t in a rush to get killed. That was the last thing you wanted—what anyone wanted, really.

As soon as you stepped inside, all traces of the wisteria flowers vanished—except of the ominous feeling of demons lurking about. You jumped onto a tree, taking off your bow and took out an arrow from your quiver. You drew your arrow, the white feathers tickling the side of your jaw as you stared up ahead, watching a demon slowly head towards your direction.

You let out an exhale as you released the arrow, watching it spin as it flew towards your target in high speed. Not even a moment later, you heard the demon shriek painfully, shriveling in its spot.

You closed your eyes and rolled your shoulders back, the tension getting to you. Though you were a bit experienced, handling demons in general was really unpleasant for you. A mix of emotions always washed over you every time you faced a demon; however, the most prominent were anger and revenge and just plain disgust.

But, the sad thought was that they, too, were once human.

You took out another arrow, making yourself comfortable on the sturdy branch you were currently perched on. Your fingers ran over the smooth wood of the arrow, the faint smell of the wisteria entering your nose—the scent was quite pleasant and even slightly relaxing. You had several types of arrows in your quiver—however, the ones the were most effective were your ‘arrow of wisteria,’ which was quite clear by its name. It was made from wisteria and sun-soaked trees they grew on, and were dipped in a wisteria concoction you made yourself—of course, with the help of your friend, since she was well-versed in pharmaceuticals, especially in the poison for demons area.

You sighed, fingers brushing over the feathers of the arrow. Your head became flooded with memories of your mother, teaching you how to craft your wooden weapons—especially the arrow—before everything happened. She was a talented woodsmith, but even more talented mother.

A sharp cry of agony interrupted your thoughts, head snapping to the source of the sound. You spotted a boy of average height that was…also shirtless. He had a well-built physique and wore a boar mask-like thing on his head.

You saw him clutch his deeply wounded shoulder, blood oozing out and dripping down his back and arm, making the demon he was fighting with even more hungry as it let out a loud roar, showing off its blood-stained canines.

With a sigh, you placed your bow across your body and the arrows back into the quiver before reaching for your hilt katana on your hip.

“Moon Breathing, First Style: Aerial Shadow!” You shouted, closing your eyes as you focused intently on your breaths as you jumped off the branch, doing a side aerial, streams of dark mist and shadows flowing out of the sword.

With ease, the katana sliced through the thick flesh of the demon’s neck, a thump! sound heard as it’s head fell onto the ground. Within mere seconds, the head and body began to fade away before eventually disappearing.

“Heyy! I got it!” The boar-headed boy growled, a puff of air exiting through the nostrils of the mask as he pointed one of his swords at you in an accusing manner.

You scrunched up your face as you placed your katana back into the sheath. “You’re injured.”

“Huh? That doessssn’t matter, I can endure it! I want to fight y—”

“You will die because of the blood loss.” You interjected bluntly, gesturing to his shoulder that was bleeding profusely. Large amounts of blood were gushing out of his wound, sliding down his arm and chest, down to his abdomen and pants. You observed how he was swaying slightly, and how his voice was slurred. Additionally, his skin was very pale and slick with sweat—which were definitely not from his fight.

You approached him as you ripped out a long piece of cloth from your haori, reaching for his hand.

“Donʼt touch meee—!” He slapped your hand away, feeling his glare through his mask.

“Quit being stubborn. Unless you want to die.” You replied calmly, gently taking his hand and leading him to the nearest tree. You pushed on his good shoulder for him to sit down and lay on the tree as you did your work.

You tied the cloth tightly around his wound before untying your pouch from your thigh. You took out the suture needle and thread and tied it to its end.

You began to suture his wound, not fazed at all by his stare. He hissed occasionally at the feeling of the needle, as you didn’t have the materials for a numbing cream—you made a mental note to do so when you get out.

When you finished, you cleaned out your medical tools before placing them back in your thigh pouch. You rummaged through your other one that was attached to your left thigh, taking out a flask of water with some herbs and shoved it to his face.

“Drink it, it’ll help.” You advised.

“Piss off. I wanted to get that demon—”

“So, you wanted to die.” It was worded as a question, however the tone you used was more like a statement.

Surprisingly, he was silent after that. You didnʼt really take him for a person like that—you imagined him to be the loud, boisterous kind.

With a hum, you offered him the flask once again and he took it with reluctance. You thought he was going to drink it through the mouth of the mask, but you were surprised when he took it off.

Indeed, his voice and physique did not match his face at all.

He had, what was considered, a feminine face with soft features and messy, straight black hair that reminded you of the color of obsidian, which faded into an azure blue. He had big, gorgeous emerald eyes with long lashes, which any girl would kill for.

You made no comment, merely watching him as he sipped on your herbal water.

Thankfully, your wisteria mist worked, since there weren’t any demons attacking you or the boy. You would discard the wisteria sooner or later, since you would have to fight; but, since you were taking care of the boy at the moment, you had to keep it on you.

At the thought of him, you looked over at the boy to see that he passed out.

With the flask fallen out of his hands, the liquids had spilled, slowly seeping into the ground.

You glared at him. That took you three days and two all-nighters to make.

∞

“Morning, Boar Boy.” You greeted, eyes watching him as he blinked slowly and rubbed at his eyes.

“You’re still here?” He muttered, eyes narrowed at you as he tentatively touched his shoulder. Surprisingly, it was much better. And so was he—he felt more energetic and stronger, even. What’d you put in that drink?

You nodded in response. “Yeah. I needed to tend to your wounds every two hours or so.”

Honestly? He was shocked. After how he treated you, especially with his unkind words, you still stuck with him. For no reason.

He was an intolerable boy. Due to being raised by boars, it was a part of who he was. He was wild, untamed, rude…

The only person that tolerated him was that old man who read him stories and his son who taught him the human language.

He decided that he wasn’t going to question your intentions. He had the intense feeling that you weren’t the type to talk so easily. If at all.

“What’s your name?” You asked all of a sudden, carving an arrow that you got from one of the fallen trees.

He puffed his chest proudly. “Hashibira Inosuke! Don’t you ever forget it!”

“I’m (L/N) (Name),” You answered, turning around to rummage a bag you had gotten at one of the safe houses. “Are you hungry? I got some rations.”

“Give me that.” Inosuke barked, reaching for the ration.

You rolled your eyes, giving it to him. You prepared your own ration—cooked rice with red beans, cooked chicken giblets, and yellow pickled radish.

You raised your chopsticks to your mouth, about to eat the rice when you saw Inosuke fiddle with the bag before ripping it, the packaged food pouring out.

You wanted to laugh at how reckless he was being. It was almost cute.

Almost.

“Back off, you clearly don’t know how to prepare your food properly.” You chided, placing your chopsticks on the dish as you scooted over to his side. You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back gently, causing him to growl.

“Hah? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? I know how to how prepare food on my own!” He yelled, anger evident in his face.

“No, you don’t.” You deadpanned, opening the package of rice with red beans, mixing them together. You put some sauce that came along to at least give it some flavor, as it was quite bland.

“Besides, watching you was painful. I don’t want to choke on food with laughter watching you fiddle with the packages and cans.”

His face flushed a bright red out of anger, about to hit you with a stream of insults of his own when you suddenly shoved the chopsticks full of the rice and red beans into his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

Inosuke slapped your hand away, grumbling under his breath as he began to eat.

You let out a light laugh, scooting back to your spot across from him and began eating your own ration.

You looked up at him, watching him eat at a rapid pace. He was basically scarfing down his food, which you found very amusing. You’d usually be grossed out by such mannerisms, but after living in a village with lots of boys for friends, especially young ones, you had eventually gotten used to it.

“Why do you use bow and arrows? Theyʼre weak weapons.” He asked while munching on his food, making you internally cringe.

“My mother made it for me, and my grandmother taught me how to use it,” You explained after you swallowed. “Besides, theyʼre not weak and I can use it for long distance. It’s soaked in wisteria, and made from trees bathed in the sun.”

You gestured to your katana using your chopsticks, and continued. “But, of course, I use a sword because they are much more efficient for Breaths and close-range battle, which happen more often.”

He merely nodded and continued to eat. Judging by the dumb look on his face, he either didn’t care or didn’t understand what you said. Or both.

You inwardly smiled and continued to eat.

This was going to be quite the interesting journey with him.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira x reader #inosuke x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

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angelofthequeers · 5 years ago

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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Yes I know that Nooroo is transmission and not transition but let me be salty at this show’s utter failure of symbolism okay

I also drew a lot from this post, so go and give @loosescrewslefty a lot of love for the effort they put into it! And credit for the Aztecan Miraculouses to @sparklyaxolotlstudent and I highly recommend checking their posts out.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | AO3 link

“I never thought I’d be glad that you go to school,” Plagg comments once Adrien’s car drives off. “Blech, your father was in a mood.”

“And I still didn’t even get to see him,” Adrien says, rolling his eyes. “I just got a five-minute disapproving stare over tablet during breakfast.”

“You know, they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness,” says a cheerful voice from behind him. Adrien jumps and staggers back, only to flush when he sees that it’s just a laughing Marinette, with Alya and Nino behind her.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” Alya says. She fist-bumps Marinette. “Don’t mess with my girl, Agreste.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare her last week!” Adrien says as they head into the courtyard. His brain lights up like a Pavlovian firework when Marinette hands over his daily paper bag of pastries; he hasn’t gotten a box since that first day, but he sure as hell isn’t going to complain when it’s free treats from a brilliant bakery. Today’s lucky dip is a chocolate croissant and a cheese bun, and he surreptitiously breaks off a chunk of the bun to save for Plagg, even though the little gremlin will no doubt complain that it’s not Camembert.

“You were saying that your dad couldn’t even show up to be disapproving, right?” Nino says. “Dude, that’s rough.”

“At least my dad tells me when I’ve fucked up in person,” Alya says, threading her fingers with Nino’s. “But then again, your dad is really extra.”

“Of course he’s extra,” Marinette says. “Have you seen what he wears? I’d get blacklisted from the fashion industry if I tried to get away with that.”

Adrien can’t help but burst out laughing at that. God, what a miracle that Marinette hasn’t actually hated him all this time, because now that she’s started to come out of her shell around him, she’s a super cool friend to have. And that’s not even counting the time he’d visited her as Chat Noir. It would be nice to know why she’d been so weird for the past year, though.

“Adrien! Hi!” Lila stops next to him, beaming. Okay, whoa, she’s way too close, and Adrien’s sure she’s nice enough despite the lies – really, as if she’s Ladybug’s best friend, his lady isn’t irresponsible enough to be friends with someone who’d broadcast it everywhere – but there’s just…something about her. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Maybe he’s just uncomfortable because she loves to touch him in every way possible whenever she’s around him.

“Hey, Lila!” Marinette smiles, but something about it rings false. Does she also know that Lila tends to not be truthful? “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, I was supposed to have lunch with Clara Nightingale, but she had to cancel at the last moment,” Lila sighs. “She was so bummed, though!”

“But Clara’s not even in Europe right now,” Alya says with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, dude,” Nino says. “Last I heard, she was over in California. In America.”

“She was going to fly me over in her private jet!” Lila says. “I guess she’s just too busy with her upcoming album.”

Marinette, Alya, and Nino don’t look fooled at all. How does everyone else believe these lies? But they’re not really hurting anyone, so Adrien sees no point in starting a fuss. The only person who could get hurt by these lies are her, once people see through them and decide not to associate with her.

“Do you want some of this croissant?” Adrien holds the pastry out to Lila. “It’s freshly baked from Marinette’s bakery!”

“I’m still salty that he’s the only one you give pastries to,” Alya grumbles. “It’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

“It’s not like Adrien’s being neglected by his father or anything,” Marinette retorts. Alya groans.

“Touché. And fuck your logic.”

“That’s so sweet of you to offer!” Lila says, shooting Marinette and Alya a weird glance out of the corner of her eye. Then she leans in and, without taking it from Adrien, takes a large bite out of the end of the croissant that he had been eating and lets out an appreciative hum. “This is delicious! Your parents are so talented, Marinette!”

“Um, thank you!” Marinette says.

“Anyway,” Lila says, running her hand down Adrien’s arm. He instinctively leans away, but she follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream with me after school, Adrien?”

Shit. Is she asking him out on a date? Or just an outing as friends? What does he do? If he assumes it’s a date and it’s not, she’ll get offended. But if he assumes it’s not a date and it is, he’ll be leading her on and letting her think that he’s interested in her, when he’s really not. Besides, the thought of being alone with Lila is…worrying, especially if this is how she touches him around other people. Time for a convenient excuse.

“Sorry, but I really can’t,” he ends up saying. Lila steps back and stares at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable!” she says.

“My father just –”

“I understand. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have assumed – I’m awful – I understand if you don’t want to –”

“Uh, what?” Alix says from behind Lila, with Kim and Max beside her. “It’s nothing against you, Lila.”

“Yes, Adrien’s father is incredibly strict,” Max says. “There’s a ninety-nine-point nine percent chance that Mr Agreste wouldn’t allow Adrien to get ice cream with you.”

“Oh.” Lila’s shoulders slump. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. I had no idea that your father was so strict!”

“Weren’t you protesting with us?” Kim says.

“Oh – yes, but I assumed his father was just angry,” Lila says. “I didn’t realise he was like that all the time! I’m so sorry, Adrien!”

“It’s fine,” Adrien says. Lila smiles at him and walks off. “Thanks, guys. I didn’t know what to do.”

“If you don’t want her to touch you, why don’t you just tell her that?” Alix says. “I mean, Chloé’s Chloé, but Lila would stop if you told her.”

“It’s alright,” Adrien says. “It’s not like I’m not used to it. People touch you all the time as a model.”

“Still doesn’t make it okay,” Kim says and flexes his arms. “You wouldn’t believe how many people wanna touch all this.”

“Absolutely no one,” Alix deadpans and Kim sticks his tongue out at her. Next to Kim, Max’s eyes flick away, and Adrien’s forcibly reminded of Marinette’s words to him as Chat Noir the other day about Max and Kim.

“Kim’s right,” Marinette says. “Just because you’re a model, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to tell people not to touch you! It’s your body!”

Adrien can’t help the smile that breaks free at his friends’ words. “Thanks, guys,” he says. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to ask other people not to touch me.”

“That makes sense,” Max says. “Due to your father’s strict nature and refusal to consider your wishes, along with your modelling, the chance of his influence leading to your inability to vocalise what you want when you’re uncomfortable and therefore developing the unfortunate habit of putting up with your discomfort to make it pass faster is –”

“Alright, alright, come on,” Alix says, grabbing Max by the arm.

“But I haven’t finished my analysis!” Max protests as Alix leads him away. Kim snorts and follows.

“You know maths makes my brain hurt,” he’s saying as he leaves. Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino are left in silence.

“Well,” Alya eventually says. “Trust Max to call you out like that.”

“I don’t think he realised that he might be making Adrien uncomfortable?” Marinette says. “I know I sometimes don’t think –”

“Actually, he didn’t,” Adrien says absently. “I think he’s got a point. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it yet.”

“Yeah, not like I’ve been telling you that crap for months, dude,” Nino says dryly. “But sure, listen to the nerd with maths on his side.”

“No!” Marinette and Alya cry when a smirk spreads across Adrien’s face.

“Don’t fuck with me!” Adrien says. Marinette and Alya groan and grab Nino to make a run for it, so he chases after them, ignoring the people around them that are staring. “I have the power of God and Anime on my side!”

“Stay away!” Alya calls over her shoulder. “Keep your vines away from us, meme freak!”

“Fancy seeing you here, milady,” Chat Noir says when he lands on the rooftop behind Ladybug, who turns and greets him with a smile. “How did you know I liked afternoon strolls?”

“Just a lucky guess,” Ladybug says. “I’ve got a little after-school class to attend.”

“What a coincidence! So do I!” Chat Noir says. “In that case, allow me to escort you there.”

“I think you’ll find that I’ll be escorting you,” Ladybug teases and then jumps off again.

“Hey! No fair!” Chat Noir cries as he races after her. It’s a tight race to get to Master Fu’s, but Ladybug just edges out a victory and lands in front of the parlour a split second before Chat Noir, though he’s not too upset to have come second when Ladybug gives him a kiss on the cheek as a consolation prize and holds the parlour door open for him.

“Hello, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Master Fu smiles when they enter the main room.

“Hi, Master!” Ladybug says.

“So, why are we here?” Chat Noir says. He sinks to the floor with Ladybug when Master Fu indicates that they should sit.

“I’m very proud of the partnership that you two have formed,” Master Fu says. “And of the progress that you have made as Ladybug and Chat Noir.” He pats the Miracle Box between them and adds, “I thought that it was time to teach you about the Miraculouses. You’ve certainly earned the right.”

“Looks like you were right about the afternoon class, milady,” Chat Noir says, and Ladybug giggles. This time, when Master Fu opens the box to reveal the colourful ring around the yin and yang symbol, more compartments spring open down the sides of the box in a descending spiral. Chat Noir’s eyes widen. Whoa! How many more Miraculouses are there?

“Aren’t they based on the Chinese zodiac?” Chat Noir says once he’s taken in the Rooster, Snake, Pig, and Dragon and noticed a certain pattern. Master Fu nods.

“This is the Chinese Miraculous set. There are other sets of Miraculouses with other bases, such as the Aztecan Miraculouses of life and death, but this is the only surviving box after my mistake,” he says. Huh. Must have been a real big mistake if these are the only Miraculouses left. But Chat Noir’s pretty sure that this isn’t the right time to ask about that.

“And…are they based on Wu Xing?” Ladybug says, pointing out the Fox, Bee, Turtle, Peacock, and Butterfly slots. “The Five Phases? Five elements?”

“Correct, Ladybug,” Master Fu says.

“My bugaboo is so smart!” Chat Noir says. Ladybug’s cheeks pinken.

“My mum’s Chinese,” she says, and Chat Noir files that bit of information away in his mental safe of Ladybug Facts. “I don’t know any dialects or anything, but…she did tell me a little bit about Taoism.”

“Each Miraculous corresponds to an element, with three tiers of power,” Master Fu says. “I won’t teach you about the zodiacs today, but I do want to talk about the elementals.”

“The Miraculouses don’t necessarily represent an element,” Wayzz chimes in. “There’s no “fire Miraculous” or “water Miraculous”. It’s more that they correspond with an element that represents their concepts. For example, I correspond with the element of earth!”

“Because earth is stable, right?’ Ladybug says. “And you’re a pretty wise and solid kwami.”

Wayzz beams at her words and nods. “Yes! I embody protection and defence, so my powers reflect that. The Butterfly corresponds with water because of the fluid nature of akumatisation.”

“How is akumatisation a good thing, though?” Chat Noir says. Master Fu doesn’t answer, instead tilting his head at them like he expects them to figure it out for themselves. To be fair, as a teacher, he probably is expecting that.

“No Miraculous is necessarily good or bad, right?” Ladybug says. “I mean, you’d think Chat Noir would be the bad guy, but his Cataclysm is invaluable when saving Paris. And I can think of so many ways someone could use mine for evil.”

“Then…if you had someone who was upset…” Chat Noir says slowly. “Someone who felt helpless…they could become an akuma, right? That’s what Hawkmoth does. But instead of making them supervillains…they could be superheroes?”

“Correct, both of you,” Master Fu says with a wide smile. “The Butterfly creates champions to fight alongside themselves and their allies. It doesn’t necessarily rely on emotion, though, as Duusu the Peacock kwami is the kwami of emotion. Rather, the Butterfly draws on injustice and the desire to right it, and it metamorphoses its target with the power to fix that injustice. Hence, Nooroo is the kwami of transition and metamorphosis, just as a caterpillar transitions into a butterfly, and just as water can transition between physical states.”

“And every akuma we’ve faced has felt wronged!” Ladybug gasps. “Ivan when he was bullied by Chloé!”

“Nino when he couldn’t throw m – Adrien a party!” Chat Noir says.

“Alya when Chloé got her suspended!”

“Alix when her watch was broken!”

“Mr Agreste when his book and brooch were taken!” the two of them chorus together. Ladybug’s bluebell eyes are glittering like she’s discovered the secrets of the universe, and Chat Noir would be utterly captivated if he wasn’t certain that he looked the same way. A small part of his brain laments that he can’t see her eyes in their true shade of grey, to know just how much prettier she could possibly be.

“Indeed,” Master Fu says. “The positivity or negativity of the emotion doesn’t matter. Someone could feel the righteous desire to do good and right wrongs and they would be just as able to be akumatised. I suspect that Hawkmoth targets those with negative emotions because it is easier to take advantage of them, to convince them to help him with the promise of getting to right the wrong that left them in their situation while their judgement is clouded. And injustice is very subjective to the person. What could be just to one person could be unjust to another.”

“That would explain the…odder akumas,” Ladybug says.

“It’s okay, you can say Mr Pigeon and Animan,” Chat Noir says, making Ladybug snort.

“And unlike the Peacock, which can amokise itself with no ill consequences, the Butterfly holder should not akumatise themselves,” Master Fu says. “The Peacock’s amoks are external, whereas the Butterfly’s akumas create internal change within the target themselves, and so a transformed Butterfly cannot affect themselves with an akuma. And akumatising themselves when not transformed, without the safety net of the holder’s control over the akuma, can potentially have harmful effects on their psyche. Only a truly desperate holder would akumatise themselves.”

“What kind of effects?” Ladybug says quietly. She bites her lip and shoots Chat Noir a look, clearly remembering back to their suspicions of Gabriel Agreste…but he wouldn’t akumatise himself! He can’t be that desperate, right?

“Impossible to say for sure, since there are almost limitless ways to akumatise someone. It could affect their grip on the world around them. It could affect their morality and how far they’re willing to go to achieve their goals. It could leave them with twisted flashbacks, or distort how they see their friends and family, or many more options that I couldn’t even begin to delve into. It depends on how they akumatised themselves.”

“Well, it can’t be Fa – Gabriel Agreste, then, right?” Chat Noir says almost desperately, like he’s pleading with himself. “He must have something to lose. Like his son?”

“That’s what I said to Tikki when I asked her,” Ladybug says. Chat Noir’s heart leaps at the reminder that Ladybug cares so deeply for him, even if it is his civilian self that she’s crushing on. In a way, it’s painful to know that she’s crushing on him but also not on him; it’s not like he’s had the chance to ask her out as Adrien, and he doesn’t know her civilian identity, so he can’t try and build a friendship and maybe eventually a relationship there.

“Can we keep going, Master?” he says to pull himself out of his swirling thoughts.

Master Fu nods and points at the Bee comb. “The Bee corresponds with the element of fire,” he says. “It’s a very passionate Miraculous and represents subjection and rejuvenation, just as the bee stings those it deems a threat in order to protect its hive and pollinates the land around it. Bees also represent growth, so Pollen’s ideal holder is someone who has much potential for growth to be coaxed out of them, to learn when to sting for the greater good and how to remain warm while not burning out of control.”

“Well, I wouldn’t make a good Bee, then,” Chat Noir jokes weakly. “Bugaboo sets my heart on fire.”

“Oh my god,” Ladybug mutters and shoves him. But her lips are twitching, and his heart is a little lighter, so he counts his joke as pretty effective.

“The Fox corresponds with the element of wood,” Master Fu says with a fond little smile at their antics. “Trixx pushes his holders to grow and adapt and change, just as wood branches out. The Fox represents illusion and manipulation, so its primary power of Mirage allows its holder to stay back and work from the shadows, involving themselves when necessary.”

“So, it shouldn’t go to someone aggressive?” Chat Noir says.

“It can,” Master Fu says. “So long as that person recognises the value of working from afar and withdrawing when needed. There are personalities that would not at all fit a certain Miraculous, but no Miraculous has only one type of person who would be compatible with it.”

“I may represent protection, but I’ve had some very aggressive holders before,” Wayzz chimes in. “And Pollen has had quite subdued and quiet holders that mirror herself, despite representing a Miraculous of passion. Some of Nooroo’s holders have been so empathetic that they were driven to help right all the injustices they could, while others were able to completely detach themselves from their target’s emotions and create champions for their cause with no emotional investment themselves.”

“But isn’t the Peacock about emotion? Ladybug says. “You just said that the Butterfly relies on emotion around injustice.”

“The Peacock and Butterfly are similar, yes,” Master Fu says. “They can both sense the emotions of those around them. But while the Butterfly uses its champions’ emotions as a catalyst of sorts to persuade them to come to the holder’s aid, the Peacock is emotion. Its primary power is amokisation, allowing it to summon a sentimonster based on the emotion of its target. It requires a soulful holder; someone who can truly delve into the depths of emotion and understand its complexity.”

“So…an akuma is based on what the holder wants, but an amok is based on what the target needs?” Ladybug says. Master Fu beams.

“Yes,” he says. “Subtle differences, but still differences nonetheless. The Peacock corresponds to the element of metal, so it is a very introspective Miraculous. The wrong emotion for your purpose can have…vastly different results than desired.”

“Sounds like there’s a bit of history behind that?” Ladybug says. Master Fu nods but doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t push and neither does Chat Noir, not that it would be their place to do so anyway.

“All of the Wu Xing Miraculouses have a secondary power, and the Ladybug and Black Cat have quite a few more powers,” he says. “But it’s up to your kwamis to decide if you are ready to learn and understand them. Especially Black Plague.”

“The last time Plagg taught his holder Black Plague was in 1338, although the date of 1347 is far more widely known,” Wayzz says. It takes a moment for the significance of that date to hit Chat Noir, but his stomach suddenly churns when he grasps it.

“Oh,” he says weakly. Next to him, Ladybug has paled as she too realises. “That makes me feel good about myself.”

“Black Plague can be extremely useful in the right hands, under strict control,” Master Fu says. “That Black Cat wielder was…not the right hands. But Plagg has refused to teach it since, understandably.”

“And that’s the counterpart to my Miraculous Ladybug?” Ladybug says, and Master Fu nods.

“This is all so cool,” Chat Noir says. “And mind-screwy. I think my head’s going to explode.” But he’d totally take this over normal school any day. Especially because he gets to learn with his lady!

Actually, no, he probably shouldn’t jinx the whole normal school thing. Normal school, he enjoys; it’s just the stuff that all normal kids learn that can be a drag. Especially when he’s learning about Miraculouses right now!

“Should we discuss the Ladybug and Black Cat another day?” an amused Master Fu says.

“Yes, please,” Ladybug says faintly. “I think I need to take notes.”

“I can always tutor you, milady,” Chat Noir grins.

“Sure, kitty,” Ladybug drawls. “I’ll give you my notes, so you know what to teach me.”

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Chat Noir says loudly, ignoring Ladybug’s giggle as he jumps to his feet, even though the sound fills his insides with warmth. “Thanks for the lesson, Master.”

“Thanks, Master!” Ladybug says. Master Fu smiles at both of them.

“Good luck, Ladybug and Chat Noir,” he says. “I don’t think I could have picked a better duo.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #aotq fic #aotq: hold me #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #max kante #alix kubdel #kim le chien #le chien kim #master fu #ugh lila #anti-lila #miraculous lore #in which fu is actually seen being a teacher

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years ago

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Fractured Foundation: Scorned Soul Ch.4 Seethe

LoganLight, AO3

Marinette shut the door to Master Fu's apartment, leaning against it as she let out a shuddering gasp.

She could still hear the sirens as ambulances rushed off to help people caught in Scorned Soul's rage. Smell the bleach as she left Master Fu to be treated for heat stroke and second-degree burns. Feel the too warm Turtle Miraculous as he pressed it into her hands.

You're going to need it, he rasped as the nurses rushed him away.

"Marinette." Tikki's concern snapped Marinette out of her thoughts. "We need to get the others.

"R-right!" Marinette shoved all the worst case scenarios that threatened to flood her mind back down. "There's no time to lose!" Drawing reassurance from the Turtle Miraculous in her pocket she hurried to the gramophone.

Standing in front of the ornate antique she paused. "...I don't know how to open it!" Stomach rising into her throat at the realization. "Tikki, I don't remember how to open it!"

Zooming towards the gramophone Tikki phased through it. Popping it open with a click as she floated out. "Got it!"

Taking out the Miracle Box Marinette opened it and froze. Lying innocently on its half of the yin yang symbol was his Miraculous. The Black Cat. Heart drumming in her chest, its beat throbbing in her ears, Marinette reached down. Forcing her hand to remain steady she wrenched her eyes away from the ring, grabbing the Fox and Bee.

Slamming the Box shut Marinette quickly returned it to its hiding place. Turning, she saw Tikki staring at her. "...If we're gonna beat Scorned Soul we're going to need some fireproofing."

Gazing at her for a moment the kwami nodded, apparently satisfied by what she read on Marinette's face.

A burst of pink light shone out before Ladybug launched herself out the window. Gilded flames covered her suit, thick boots and gloves on her limbs. Swinging as fast as she could, her thoughts raced ahead. Even with the fire power-up now protecting her (hopefully) Scorned Soul's flames were going to be tough.

Great columns of smoke drew her attention to the skyline. She could smell it even from her current distance, taste the ash in her mouth, eyes stinging and watering as its fumes blew her way. Paris was burning.

Steeling her resolve Ladybug propelled herself forward.

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Scorned Soul stared at the ruin that was his father's manor.

A blackened, skeletal stone framework was all that remained of the building. Rubble laid in a cover of ash. Every scrap of fuel within the walls already devoured by his flames. The same couldn't be said of the burning buildings around him.

He felt like the embers at his feet. Tired, drained. Yet, his mind was clearer. Not as blinded by hate for his quarry. Heat rose in his chest and his fists clenched.

Leaping onto the tallest wall that remained of his father's mansion Scorned Soul looked out at the city. Paris only just catching fire. Wondering why Papillon hadn't punished him for disobeying.

Fire flared around him at the memory of being leashed. Why doesn't matter! It wouldn't help him get the bug back in his grasp or the reptile under his boot.

Glancing at the charred landscape around him, he decided he needed someplace more... flammable. The air around Scorned Soul rippled as his heat increased. Ladybug would come after him again. With an actual plan this time; using the fire power-up.

Scorned Soul grinned. "Like a moth to a flame."

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Alya and Nino looked up as Ladybug landed. "I need your help."

"Woah! New outfit?" Alya eagerly took the Miraculous the hero offered her. Greeting Trixx as he materialized.

"This akuma's a bit of a hot head, huh dudes?" Nino took the Turtle and raised his fist for Wayzz. Only to lower it, brow furrowing at the kwami's downcast features. "What's wrong, little dude?"

Wayzz merely shook his head. Literally incapable of speaking about Master Fu.

"...The akuma," Ladybug provided. "It's Adrien."

"What!" Her friends' shocked and unsettled expressions echoed Ladybug's own feelings.

"Where is he?" Nino's fists clenched, posture tense.

Alya laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turned to Ladybug. "Do you know what happened?"

"I... I'll explain on the way." Ladybug threw her yo-yo and took off. Twin lights of green and orange flashed as her teammates followed.

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"Well, it's about time!" Chloe shut off her Bee signal as the three heroes arrived. Waving her phone, which had the news on, in their faces. "Gimme my Miraculous so we can stop this brat's temper tantrum!"

"Don't talk about Adrien like that!" Carapace snapped, taking a step toward her.

"What're you talking about, Turtle boy?"

Rena grabbed Carapace's hand and squeezed.

"Scorned Soul is Adrien." Ladybug gave a slack jawed Chloe the Bee. "As his friends, you have a better chance of reaching him."

"No, that doesn't make sense!" Chloe thrust the comb into her hair, Pollen materializing as she did. "Adrien would never burn down his own home!"

"He isn't thinking clearly," Ladybug reminded her.

Carapace took a calming breath ”My bro has a lot of repressed anger. Considering his old man's such a jerk. Whatever managed to break through his soft, understanding personality must've really ticked him off.”

Queen Bee transformed with a flash of yellow. "Obviously! I don't know about these two, Ladybug. I'm the only one here whose actually friends with Adrien."

Rena snorted. "Yeah, you're such a good friend."

"I know." Queen Bee flipped her ponytail back.

The normality of their exchange settled the churning in Ladybug's stomach. At least slightly. "Adrien- Scorned Soul is incredibly dangerous. He isn't... I need you to be careful."

Hearing Ladybug's unease the three heroes glanced at each other. Seeing their resolve mirrored in the others' features, Rena Rouge spoke up for all of them. "We'll follow your lead, Ladybug. Like always."

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Ladybug was hit with a wave of heat and moisture as she walked into the main entrance of City Hall. The latter coming from the half melted sprinkler system. Any water quickly evaporating and drifting out the broken windows.

Standing in front of her, Scorned Soul blazed. The fire around him growled and grew at the sight of her, lapping at the stone walls and rapidly sapping the moisture from the air. "A direct assault?" he demanded, heat haze rippling from his form. "Think it'll be that easy!?"

A giant wave of fire rolled towards Ladybug. She dodged as it charred the double doors and blasted them off their hinges. The wood laid burning at the threshold, fire rising to cut off the exit.

Lowering the arm she raised to shield herself from the fire, Ladybug's eyes widened and she jumped back. Scorned Soul's sword searing the space she just vacated. He advanced as she retreated, sword swinging after her.

"Adrien, wait!" Ladybug flipped over Scorned Soul as he sent another wave of fire towards her with a wave of his hand.

"I've done enough waiting!" Fire exploded from him in all directions, disorienting Ladybug. "I'm always expected to sit there and wait for them to remember I exist!" Scorned Soul pressed his advantage, scorching the air with every swing. "Always expected to shut up and do as I'm told!" Fire burst from his feet and Ladybug stumbled to the ground. "Always-" He stopped midswing as Rena Rouge laid where Ladybug fell.

Face twisting, Scorned Soul's shoulders shook as his flames grew agitated. Fire burning brighter as heat pulsed from him, buffeting Rena Rouge with the intensity of a furnace. "Of course." He stepped toward the Fox.

"Carapace, now!"

"Shell-ter!"

Scorned Soul slammed his fist into the force field as it formed around him. He roared, the inside of the sphere bursting with so much fire it was like looking at a small sun.

"Are you sure that can hold him?" Queen Bee asked, shielding her eyes from his light.

"Long enough." Ladybug pulled Rena Rouge to her feet. "There shouldn't be any oxygen in there to make fire with."

"Or breathe." Carapace bit his lip as the flames outside his Shell-ter seemed to weaken, the stifling heat diminishing.

Suddenly, the light from within the force field snuffed out. Revealing a slumped figure.

"Adrien!" Carapace dispelled his power and rushed forward.

"No, wait!"

A molten hot grip wrapped around Carapace's throat. Choking him as he was lifted up. "You're on her side too!?" Scorned Soul glared at the assembled heroes. "I trusted you! I trusted all of you! And you-"

"Venom!" Queen Bee launched herself at the villain.

Scorned Soul threw a smoking Carapace at the Bee, both crashing precariously close to the growing fire that surrounded them. "I was your friend! I defended you!"

"That's why she isn't going to let you do this." Rena Rouge struck him behind the legs and sprung back as his flames shot out.

Crying out, Scorned Soul dropped to his hands and knees.

Ladybug scanned him for the akumatized object. The only thing that stood out was his white-hot blade.

Blue fire briefly swirled around Scorned Soul before he rocketed towards Rena Rouge. Brilliant sword swinging down as Rena lifted her flute to block. Ladybug cast her yo-yo and wrapped it around her target.

As the blade split Rena's indestructible tool in half Ladybug pulled her out of the path of Scorned Soul's strike. Preventing him from slicing her in half too.

Turning on his heel Scorned Soul leapt after them. Only to collide with Carapace's shield. Landing on all fours Scorned Soul raised his glare to the Turtle, baring his teeth.

"Bro, chill!" Carapace coughed as his hurt throat filled with too hot air. Catching his shield as it came back. Eyes pleading. "Adrien, please!"

Flames flaring higher with his temper. His fists clenched as Scorned Soul stood to face him. "Adrien was a weakling!" he snapped. "Too spineless to stand up for himself!"

"The dude I know was never spineless!" Carapace shot back as he dodged a wave of flames.

Scorned Soul paused in his attack. Noticing something... familiar about the Turtle. "I know you."

"Yes!" Wiping sweat from his brow Carapace lowered his hood. "We're your friends, dude! We-"

Blasting across the distance in a second Scorned Soul slashed at him. Carapace barely bringing his shield up in time. Fire exploded from the point of impact, hexagonal protection magic preventing the sword from slicing through.

"Nino." Scorned Soul laughed joylessly as he took swing after swing. Carapace was pushed back a little more with every explosion produced by the impact.

Rena Rouge tackled Scorned Soul from the side. She screamed in shock as his touch felt like searing metal. "Back... Off!" she panted.

"Alya." He turned to see Queen Bee flanking him. "Chloe." His flames raged upwards, the air rippling around them. "Marinette's the only one missing."

"Lucky Charm!"

Casting his eye behind her bodyguards Scorned Soul saw Ladybug with a polka dotted fire blanket in hand. "Then again, she wouldn't turn her back on me!"

Ladybug flinched.

Dragging his sword across the floor in an arc Scorned Soul sent a blast of flames out. Giving him an opening to jump past the heroes. Towards his true foe.

Ladybug stepped back from him. "I know-"

"You know!?" Scorned Soul charged at her, white-hot blade melting through the stone she was on a second before. Advancing on her as his fire spread from him and flared ever hotter. "How could you possibly know!?"

Evading every swing of his sword Ladybug looked a way to use her Lucky Charm, even as her heart thundered in her ears. "You're right! I don't know! But I know that this," she took in the burning walls of City Hall, "Won't solve anything! I'm trying to understand! I'm trying to help!"

Help!? Help!? From her!? Rage burned in Scorned Soul's eyes, his fires turning blue as they grew taller than him. The air searing everyone else's lungs as they breathed.

How dare she! How dare she! Scorned Soul's grip tightened on his sword as his entire body shook. They took Plagg! And now she wants to help!? He didn't need her help! Tears evaporated on his cheeks as soon as they formed. Didn't need-

Queen Bee's stinger grazed Scorned Soul's side as he evaded it, blue flames encompassing his eyes. Using the distraction Ladybug wrapped the fire blanket around Scorned Soul's sword arm while Carapace grabbed the other arm and they pulled.

Scorned Soul's roars of outrage mixed with Carapace's screams as his arms burned on contact. Heat waves emanating from Adrien trying to bake them through their suits. Even with her magical protection Ladybug could feel the heat rising with Scorned Soul's rage.

Until Queen Bee struck him and Scorned Soul felt only a spreading numbness that forcibly cooled his flames. Allowing him to see and hear even as it froze him in place.

"I'm sorry, Adrien." Queen Bee removed her singed stinger from his back.

Rena rushed to Carapace's side as he collapsed.

Ladybug used her Lucky Charm to grab the hilt of Scorned Soul's white-hot sword without being burned. She stared into his eyes, frozen in hatred and betrayal. The fire blanket starting to smoke so she tore the sword from his grasp and plunged the blade straight into the ground. All the way to the hilt before snapping it off.

The akuma fluttered out and Ladybug caught it like always. Throwing her Lucky Charm into the air she watched as the ladybugs restored the burning building and her injured friends.

Turning, Ladybug's eyes met Adrien's as his flooded with recognition and guilt.

#fractured foundation #ml fanfiction #akumatized adrien #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #carapace #rena rouge #queen bee #ml fic #ml au #ml angst #adrien angst #ao3 fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ml #miraculous ladybug

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chelledoggo · 5 years ago

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[Fanfic Collab] Moving Buddies [101 Dalmatian Street]

genre: slice of life

age rating: all ages

content warnings: none

summary: a collaborative fanfic between @theblckweather and myself featuring our OCs. two dogs settle into their new lives in London, and the Dalmatian family invite them to stay with them for a while.

notes: Dafni belongs to @theblckweather, Doggo belongs to me. this was done mostly just for fun over twitter direct messages.

“Wellp...First full day here in London. Might as well get acquainted with some of the locals.” A young adult female dalmatian trotted somewhat anxiously through the park. She had two black ears with markings resembling pawprints, odd two-tone markings on her legs, and a heart-shaped blotchy spot on her chest. Around her neck she wore a purple collar with a charm etched into the shape of a dog's head. She'd just recently moved in from the United States, and being in a whole new country for the first time left her feeling waaaay outside her comfort zone. Nevertheless, she figured she might as well make the best of it. “Huh...Wonder if any dalmatians live in this part of to--” The dalmatian girl was unexpectedly cut off by a trampling stampede of spotted puppies just arriving at the park. She slowly got up and shook herself off, gawking in awe at the vast family of dalmatians frolicking about. “Well...I s'pose that answers that question.” Just then, a husky that has spots similar to a dalmatian, and wearing a blue scarf noticed the dalmatian with the purple collar on the ground “Are you okay, miss?” She goes up to her to ask what was that “What was that?” "I'm fine, thanks!" the dalmatian responded. "I dunno...Seems to be some sort of dalmatian convention in town, I guess. I mean, why else would there be so many of them gathered in one place?" The dalmatian stopped rambling and turned back towards the husky. "Oh, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Doggo!" “It’s okay. My name is Dafni. Nice to meet you” The husky looks over at one of the dalmatians at the park, who looks kinda chubby and is wearing a blue collar “Oh hello sir. Who’re you?” "Hello, there," the male dalmatian replied. Name's Doug! Pleased to meet ya!" "Oh," Doggo exclaimed, noting the male dog's accent. "You're from the states, too? I just moved here from upstate New York the other day." "Well," Doug chuckled. "Small world, huh?" "Yeah, I hear ya," Doggo replied. "You here for the dalmatian convention?" Doug tilted his head. "Beg your pardon?" "All these dalmatians here," Doggo responded sheepishly. "There must be some sort of dalmatian convention going on, right?" Doug was silent for a moment, then started laughing heartily. "Ah, no, miss," he giggled. "Those are my kids!" "W...wait..." Doggo stammered in shock. "Those...are your kids? All of them? There have to be at LEAST--" "99," Doug finished Doggo's sentence. "99 beautiful, healthy, happy pups!" “NINETY NINE?!?” exclaimed Dafni, “How on earth could you have a house big enough to fit 99 puppies?!” “I don’t know, but I’ve found a way” Doug chuckled. “You mean, we found a way?” replied another dalmatian who’s a lot skinnier than Doug, and is wearing a blueish green collar. “Oh that’s right, honey”, Doug giggled “Oh hello miss” said Dafni “Who’re you?” "Meet the wife," Doug announced proudly as he gestured toward the slim female dalmatian. "I'm Delilah," the dalmatian wife greeted. "Pleasure to meet you both!" "Likewise!" Doggo replied with a smile. "Not to sound rude, but however do your humans manage to look after 101 dalmatians?" "Oh, we don't have humans," Delilah responded. "Doug and I are the kibble-winners of the household." "Self-sufficient dogs, huh?" Doggo replied. "Very respectable. But how do you both manage to hold up a job AND look after so many kids?" "Well," Delilah responded. "We couldn't do it on our own. Our two eldest, Dolly and Dylan, keep track of the little ones while we're both at work." “Interesting”, said Dafni. Didn’t know dogs are able to pay bills and stuff. Doggo responded, “Neither did I”. “Neither did we”, said Doug. “Well can I meet some of them?”, said Dafni. Doug responded, “Sure. They’re right over there,” Doug points at the pups doing uhhhh puppy things “Thank you, sir,” replied Dafni, as she made her way over to the pup pile, with Doggo tagging along of course. As the two dogs walked over, Doggo noticed two adolescent dogs keeping watch nearby. "Oh! You must be Dolly and Dylan, yeah?" She asked. "Your parents over there were just telling me about you guys and how well you look after your siblings. My name's Doggo, by the way." "Oh, hey!" Dylan greeted. "Nice to meet another Dalmatian around here." "How's it goin', Doggo?" Dolly chimed in. "You're from the States, right? That's where my Dad and I are from." "Yeah," Doggo replied. "I just moved here the other day." “Meanwhile, I’ve been living here all my life.... well not exactly here, but point is, I’ve been all around the continent” said Dafni. Dylan gave Dafni a confused look. Dafni replied, “It’s a long story” “Hey who’s the pup with the red and blue collar?”, she added, pointing at a puppy with said red/blue collar, and has black fur on one side of his face, and white fur on the other side, looking similar to the yin-yang symbol. Dolly replied, “Oh that’s Deepak. He’s the one who meditates and acts like a cat occasionally.... wait that sounds kinda mean”. “Interesting,” Doggo said, as she approaches the young pup. Doggo got close, tilting her head in curiosity. Deepak opened one eye slowly. "Ah! S-sorry!" Doggo stammered. "Didn't mean to disturb you, little guy." "It's quite alright, fellow dalmatian," Deepak replied with a nod. "So, you must be Deepak, huh?" Doggo inquired. "I was just talking with your older siblings over there. My name's Doggo, I just moved here." "Doggo," Deepak responded. "It's nice to meet you." "You too," Doggo chimed, then placed her front paws together. "Namaste." "Oh," Deepak uttered in interest. "You meditate?" "I dabble a bit," Doggo replied sheepishly. "Mind if I join you for a while?" "Of course," Deepak responded gleefully as he patted the ground beside him. "Please, sit." Doggo took a seat and the two dalmatians resumed the meditation session together. While Doggo and Deepak were meditating, Dafni went over to a different dalmatian. One that’s black with white spots, rather than the other way around. “Oh hel-“ Dafni stops as she notices what the black dalmatian was doing, which was peeking from behind the park fountain on the watch for something. Needless to say, she was confused. “Hmm?”, notices the black dalmatian. He replies, “Hi. Name’s Dante. Your name?”. “Umm I’m Dafni,” Dafni replies, “What’re you doing?”. “Oh I’m just-“ Dante stops, as he notices the scar on Dafni’s left eye. He later replies, “Is your eye okay?”, as he points at it. Dafni hesitates to reply, and only says, “I-I don’t wanna talk about it”, with a bit of nervousness in her voice. "Hmmm, I sense some tense energy..." Deepak murmured, his eyes still closed. "Dafni?" Doggo opened one eye to look over at her new friend. "Everything okay?" Dafni replied, “O-Oh yeah I-I’m cool. I-I’m just... kinda tired”. She pauses for a bit, then turns to Delilah, and says, “Is it okay if me and Doggo come back to your place?”. Delilah replies, “Sure, you’re welcome to stay there. I think we have room in the house for you two,” “I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t,” Dafni giggles. “Yeah, I know,” Delilah replies with a little giggle in her voice. "Thanks so much, Mr. and Mrs, Dalmatian," Doggo replied graciously. "You're sure it's no trouble?" "No trouble at all," Doug responded. "We're always willing to lend a paw to friends in need." "Oh, goodie! Doggo will get to spend the night!" Deepak cheered, then turned to Doggo. "I'd love to teach you a bit about the philosophy of Guru Miaow, if you'd be open to it." "Of course," Doggo grinned. "I'm not too familiar with feline philosophy, but I'm more than willing to learn. I think dogs and cats should be more understanding of each other, don't you agree?" "Absolutely!" Deepak exclaimed, overjoyed that he'd found a kindred spirit. Cut to that night, where we find Dafni in a treehouse in the backyard of the house getting ready to sleep, with Dylan accompanying her “Where’s Doggo sleeping?”, asked Dafni. Dylan replied, “She’s back in the house where Deepak is, along with everyone else”. “Oh okay. Can you tell her I said goodnight?” “Sure”, replied Dylan, “I’ll go tell her that now”. He walks over to the exit ladder of the treehouse. Before he leaves, he asks Dafni, “Hey also, what happened to your eye?”. A small frown creeps across her face, and replies, “.... I-I don’t w-wanna talk about it”. “Okay”, replied Dylan, as he makes his way down the treehouse “Goodnight, Dafni”. She doesn’t reply, and rests her head on her folded arms. Cut to Doggo and Deepak back in the house surrounded by a lot of sleepy puppies. "Meow-w-w-w-w...Meow-w-w-w-w..." The two dalmatians quietly chanted in unison as they meditated before turning in for the night. "...Doggo?" Deepak murmured, peeking over at the older dog. "What's up, little guy?" Doggo replied quietly. "I'm really glad I got to meet you today," Deepak said with a smile. "You've been so open to learning about Guru Miaow and feline spirituality. Most of my siblings think that I'm...weird. They find it strange that a dog should seek their inner cat. You're the first dog I've met who hasn't found anything unusual about it." "Of course," Doggo replied cheerfully. "There's nothing weird about seeking your own path in life. As long as it's not harming you or anyone else, I think you should always follow what makes you feel fulfilled. If anyone else gives you a hard time over it, that's their problem, right?" "Right," Deepak nodded. "I do hope you and Dafni will visit us often after tonight. I look forward to getting to know you both better." "Absolutely! I'll visit whenever I can!" Doggo assured as she gently ruffled the fur on Deepak's head. "Now let's get some sleep, huh?" Deepak yawned contentedly as he stretched out and curled up to go to sleep. "Yes, let's. Good night, Doggo. Namaste." "Namaste, Deepak." Doggo whispered as she made herself comfortable. "G'night, lil guy." Cut back to Dafni trying to sleep in the treehouse. She’s having a hard time doing so “Sleeep”, she says to herself. “Sleeeeeep!!”, she says to herself again. She then lets out a small sigh, and looks at the moon. She thinks about what happened to her over the past few dog years of her life. She begins to feel overwhelmed by a feeling that she may mess up her relationship with the 102 dalmatians she’s now friends with, as she slowly begins crying softly to herself. But then, a little white dalmatian puppy named Dorothy climbs into the treehouse, and sees Dafni crying. She of course wanted to try to cheer her up. So, she goes up to Dafni, and makes a little funny face. “Oh”, says Dafni, as she wipes the tears from her face, “Hello there, little one. What’s your name?”. Dorothy responds with incoherent babbles, as she’s still an infant (in terms of dog years). “Are you one of the pups that live here?”, asked Dafni. Dorothy didn’t respond. Instead she squeezed under her arm, and gave her a little happy face. Dafni gave a soft laugh, and said, “My, you’re quite the puppy. You kinda.... remind me of myself when.... I was younger....” She looks back at Dorothy to notice that she fell asleep. Dafni smiles, and gives her a kiss on her forehead, in the same way a mother would to her child. “You know....”, said Dafni quietly to herself “... maybe I do belong her”. She gives a yawn, and drifts off asleep, knowing that there’s clear London skies waiting for her.

#101 dalmatian street #fanfiction #fanfic collab #doggo may or may not be kind of a self-insert #sorry lol

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shooter-nobunagun · 4 years ago

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Quarantine UST 8

//So, that reveal was...not what I originally planned it to be! But that doesn’t mean things are stopping there...

Warning, some NSFW content at the end (masturbation)

The ride back was now silent, but no longer awkward. Well, not as awkward, anyway. It helped that Adam had to maintain concentration to ensure they made it back safely; otherwise, he was sure he’d be a nervous wreck like the girl next to him.

‘I can’t believe she beat me to the punchline,’ was his first thought as they got in. To be fair, inviting her to go casual drive was probably not subtle at all—just the two of them? Could you have been any more obvious, his consciousness remarked, and yet he didn’t regret it at all. So it wasn’t as smooth or subtle as he’d originally planned—but then again, when did anything ever go according to plan?

At least she didn’t reject him. No, it was so much more than that...even though getting a straight answer out of her felt like pulling teeth at times, in the end, he knew without a doubt that she felt the same. About wanting to be together. About feeling insecure in being ‘good enough’ (whatever that meant, because he sure as hell never thought any less of her), and what it would mean for the rest of their time in quarantine, let alone after they resumed their duties as part of DOGOO...

In truth, Adam had no clue how they were going to maintain a relationship once things returned to ‘normal’. Sio’s fear of it being against the rules wasn’t unfounded; though there was no formal declaration, he knew most other members didn’t mention their involvements with one another—even if it was nothing more than a casual midnight visit. But somehow, he knew no guidelines or rules would’ve stopped him from feeling this way. And, well, maybe as holders they could stand to bend the rules a little bit, given that they were the ones doing all the hard work and so if he just made the argument that being with the sniper gave him a reason to fight harder...

‘Let’s just hope it stays that way; last thing we need is something going wrong and then dragging everyone else down with us.’

That tone of caution, how he hated it at times; even if it was the vital difference in him surviving on the field. Shaking his head, Adam resolved not to think about it anymore, at least not now. They still had about a week left, and he was determined to make the most of it; to indulge in their lives as normal people in a new relationship, and all it entailed.

“Um, Adam? Are you okay?” The girl looked on with curious eyes as he gave a disgruntled sigh.

“Huh? Oh, it’s...nothing.”

“...Oh, okay...” He felt a little bad for shutting her out, especially now they they were, well, together, but he didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily.

The other two members had finally dragged themselves out of bed by the time they came back, though from the looks of it, it was little more than ‘roll out of bed and order some food’. “So, where did you two sneak off to this morning, hmm?” Jess gave the two a knowing wink, but didn’t say anything more.

“I left a note; since when were you two so concerned anyway?” Adam muttered, not keen on giving anything else away.

“So, did you two already eat, or...?” Mahesh offered an extra bagel, but the two shook their heads.

“Oh, it’s okay Mirza-san, we...we’re not that hungry right now, so I’m sure we can, just...get something later. Or cook?” Maroons slid questioningly over to him, before retracting, as if afraid to be so open. Drat. They’d have to figure out this secret thing sooner or later, before it blew up in their faces.

“...We’ll figure it out. Anyway, since we’re all here, I’ll just state that even though we’ll be going back to the Logan next week, that doesn’t mean we can slack off.” A chorus of ‘yes’ rang out, Adam sighing with relief as the other two seemed to have lost interest. For now.

There was a tug at his sleeve and he looked down, the sniper looking at her feet with a faint blush, which made him all the more nervous. “Uh, yeh? What’s up, squirt—er, I mean Sio?”

“O-Oh, uh, n-nothing much...I mean...I was wondering, if you’re not busy...if, uh, if...” she nervously fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket that she was still wearing, “um...c, could I...listen to some more of your music again?”

Why did she have to be so adorable? If only the other two weren’t around, he’d be scooping her up into an embrace, but as it was he merely nodded. “Sure; it’s not like we have any other engagements...”

As soon as the they trooped upstairs into the attic, the sniper immediately let out a sigh of relief. “Whew, that was close! Though, at the rate we’re going...I’m not sure how much of a secret we can keep...”

“Hn; knowing them, they’re probably gossiping about it already...but, don’t let it trouble you too much, Sio. Take your time.”

“Mmnn...th, thanks Adam...f, for, being understanding about it...” She was looking up shyly between the folds of his jacket, which, at this point, he’d already made up his mind to let her keep it. It looked much better on her than it did on him, anyway. He swallowed and tried to keep cool, even though his heart was pounding away, just being so close to her and seeing her so casual like this...

“So, what did you want to listen to this time?” He was glad there was some kind of distraction, lest they both sit around awkwardly. “EDM again? Or something new?”

“Oh, well...I mean, I wouldn’t mind Camellia again, but...I, wanna hear something different!” She lounged on his bed, heels kicking in the air as she settled against the pillow. “Something...hmm, how about...something that I never would’ve predicted you’d listen to!”

Adam had to bite back a laugh. “Something unpredictable? What kind of request is that...” He couldn’t help but smile. “Well alright, I’ll do my best...though, I think for best results, it’ll have to be from my phone, not laptop. I have more music on that.” He dug around for a pair of earpods. “Sorry, but I don’t have a splitter, so we’ll have to share. That alright with you?”

He offered one end to the girl, who took it. Sharing a pair of earbuds...with him? Her face flushed before she knew it, as all sorts of romantic shenanigans started running through her mind. ‘Whoa, are we gonna like...both lie on the bed and like, listen to music? Just like they do in manga...!’

“Feel okay? Or do you want to switch?” Her eyes snapped up as Adam poked her in the shoulder gently. “Or, if you’d rather not split the sound, I could always hook my phone up to the computer and play it from there.”

“No no no, this is fine...um, thanks for indulging in my selfish requests...” She muttered, turning pink again.

“It’s not selfish, even if it is silly. Well, how about this one...not sure if it’ll meet your expectations, but it’s the best one I can think of.”

Even with only one ear, Sio could tell as soon as the music started that this was definitely different than all the other songs she’d heard earlier. The song was in Japanese again, but the beats, music style and lyrics—she blushed slightly as the singer crooned a suggestive line in half-English, half-Japanese.

‘Is this...hip-hop? No, doesn’t seem like it...it’s definitely catchy, kinda makes feel like dancing...’

“Is...is this...some kind of dance music?” She queried Adam as the song ended, the silver-haired holder opening one eye. “It’s not like electronica, but I feel like moving my body...even though I suck at dancing...”

“Close enough; it’s R&B, which is pretty popular on the dance floor. Here, try this one, I think you’ll understand.” Another track started and Sio felt herself lying down, the two of them creating a sort of yin-yang on his bed as they faced each other.

The rhythm was strong and catchy, and again the lyrics were a mixture of Japanese and English. As she listened, Sio was starting to suspect that Adam was actually a romantic at heart, given that nearly all the songs seemed to have some type of passionate, almost too-intimate declarations of love. Funny how she always dreamed about moments like this, but when it actually happened, it was a little overwhelming. ‘I’m sure Adam understands exactly what the song’s talking about...’ The sniper couldn’t help but wonder if this was his subtle way of hinting at his true feelings, but he was too embarrassed to say it himself. The realization that their fierce, sometimes-tsundere leader of the Second Platoon could be just as nervous as a schoolboy with a crush... Muffling her face with her sleeve, Sio tried to turn away, lest he see her grin.

“Adam, is it because you can understand Japanese that you like artists who sing in both languages?”

“Well, that’s...actually just a coincidence. But, you have to admit, it’s more fun when you can understand both parts, yeh?” He turned and winked at her, and Sio had a feeling he was choosing the songs on purpose; that he knew she would understand it was his way of communicating his feelings for her.

“Ah huh, I understand. Yeah, I can see that, it’s kinda like a secret message, but only people who know both can understand it...hmm?” To her surprise she boldly raised an eyebrow at him; for some reason she was feeling brave all of a sudden, even though a minute ago she could barely look at him while they were both listening to the same song.

“Secret message? Oh, do tell.” He was teasing her now, but Sio found herself enjoying the challenge.

“Yeah? You mean to tell me you don’t actually ‘shinjite what’s in your heart’?” Adam snorted at her use of Engrish.

“Then what do you think I believe in? What do you think is in my heart?” His eyes were gentle, probably the first time she’d seen them like this. She felt her face grow warm, but Sio couldn’t tear her gaze, even as she became painfully aware of how close their faces were now. The warmth of his breath, those intensely green eyes; all the while the song continued to play in the background, the lyrics only increasing the tension.

Baby love, baby kiss Baby you’re my lady Baby love, baby kiss Baby you’re my lover

“...I, well...I think, deep down, you’re a kind person. You really care about others, even though you’re terrible at showing it,” this earned a laugh from the man, “because, you don’t want to be hurt; so, so...only special people can see what’s in your heart, so you...uh, Adam?”

He was staring so intensely at her it was making her a bit nervous; he wasn’t mad, but his brows were furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. Sio hoped she hadn’t offended him somehow, but the truth was, she had just been kind of rambling the first thing that came to her mind. Just like those times where she seemed to know things, but not how... ‘What I just said...somehow, I know it’s true, but I can’t say how or why...’

“...Has anyone ever told you your instincts are something else?” He spoke at last, voice low and steady. “How did you pick up all that when I haven’t told you anything?”

“A-Ah—huh? U-Uh, w, well, I guess it just...came to me. I guess you could call it instinct, but, mmm...” She glanced away nervously, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at her. “S, Sorry...I bet that was really creepy, huh?”

To her surprise he reached out and brushed her hand, Sio squeaking before she realized he wanted to hold her hand, and she laced their fingers together. “No, not really...I’m just amazed you picked up on it, because...it’s true, more or less. I do have a hard time letting people in; letting my guard down, getting close to others...” His fingers were rubbing her knuckles and she felt a shiver of warmth, just from that simple gesture. “...Sorry. I know I gave you a hard time when you first joined.”

“...Apology accepted, Adam.” He glanced at her in surprise, but the sniper was smiling. “Though, to be honest, it didn’t seem that hard to figure out...w-well, at least not for me! I-I mean, I...well, I guess just noticing the little things you’ve been doing for me, a-and honestly, your music is kind of a dead giveaway—!” She squealed as Adam tickled her suddenly in the ribs, Sio shrieking as she laughed uncontrollably. “A-Ah ha ha—A-Adam, s, stop—aaahh—I can’t stop laughing—eek!” Rolling around on the bed, the phone and earbuds having long slid off onto the floor as Sio laughed until tears were running down her cheeks, both of them heaving as Adam finally let up, the sniper realizing she was now pinned neatly beneath him.

“So, I’m that obvious, am I?” Those silvery strands were plastered against his cheek, and Sio was seized with an urge to reach up and brush them aside. “You sure took your sweet time in figuring that out though—”

“—I did not! I-I was just, being sure! It pays to be careful,” she sniffed, her lips turned into a pout.

“Right, sure.” Her face was glowing pink, hair spread out like a halo as they both caught their breaths. In this moment she looked much more mature, older and wiser than her youthful naivete. One of his hands brushed against her cheek and her eyes fluttered close, as he touched the soft, delicate silk of her face. So smooth. So warm! His arms were trembling as he drew her closer, hoping he could pull this off without looking like a complete moron. Those pouty lips, so pink and soft as he brushed a finger against them; what would they feel like if just leaned down right now, and gently pressed them against his...

Knockknockknock. “Adam? Sio? Did you two want anything for lunch? We’re about to order.” Three booms shook both holders of their reverie, Adam seething with barely-concealed rage at the Indian for choosing that specific moment to knock. The sniper didn’t seem to notice however, instead looking very abashed and nervously smoothing her hair back.

‘God fucking damn it...I was so close! Fuck you, Mirza...’

Adam yanked the door open to reveal the Indian’s almost too-cheerful face. “Yeh really needed our opinion for food?”

“Well, seeing as how you two didn’t eat anything earlier, I just wanted to make sure. Besides, wasn’t sure if you guys could hear with those headphones on.” Those eyes twinkled with hidden understanding, and Adam had a feeling the Indian had knocked on purpose. He just didn’t know how impeccable his timing was...or did he?

“A-Ah, just, whatever you two order I think will be okay. I’m not that picky.” Sio peeked out nervously from behind Adam, trying to stop her cheeks from blushing. ‘Oh boy...if it hadn’t been for Mahesh, we would have...we were going to...!’

The warmth from his hand. His gentle gaze. A smoldering heat that had been steadily building up throughout her entire body...gulping, the sniper tried to calm her fluttering heart. Were they moving too fast? But it felt so natural, being in each other’s presence like that and enjoying the company. And now that they were together, wasn’t it normal to want to start touching each other and...stuff like that? ‘I’ve been masturbating this whole time while thinking about Adam, yet I can’t even bring myself to kiss him! What the heck...’

“Sio-chan? What’s wrong? You’re red as a strawberry.” Mahesh gave a not-too-subtle grin as he gave them the menu items. “Something up?”

“N-No, I’m fine! I-I, uh, I’ll just...get the lunch special. They all look equally good to me,” she thrust the phone back into the Indian’s hands, trying to will away the blush. “Th, thanks for ordering...”

“No problem; just FYI, food’ll probably be here in about half an hour. If you two want to come down then.” With another wink Mahesh finally left, leaving the two standing in the doorway, one still blushing while the other was thoroughly peeved.

“Seriously, that wanker...he did that on purpose, I know it,” Adam groused as they finally retreated to his room, though now neither of the holders felt like listening to music. “So, you wanna just go down and wait for food, or...?”

“U-Uh, sure, I guess...” Sio didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling extremely self-conscious after replaying everything in her head. “Maybe you can help me finish FF7 before lunchtime?”

He gave her a small smile. “Deal.” ------------ The clouds moved in again before the sun had even set; during her evening walk around the neighborhood, the sniper had to put on her beanie and even a scarf as she was buffeted by the ocean winds. And yet, as Sio hugged Adam’s jacket closer to her (she really needed to return it), it was mystical, almost; the way the winds carried with them the sharp, fresh scent of salty seas. Somehow it filled her with a strange sense of nostalgia, though she couldn’t figure out for what. Perhaps it was the similarity to her own home, Tokyo, also a city surrounded by ocean waves. As she watched the sun disappear behind a thick fog bank, she wished it were possible to capture this moment, these feelings.

‘Boy, I sure am emotional lately. Ugh, better not be ‘cause of my period...’ Menstrual cycles aside, the sniper had a feeling it was also due to the a certain holder, whom she was in a relationship with, now. ‘Adam...’ Sio still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. That she had worked up the courage to confess her feelings, and even admit her own insecurities. She literally wrote an essay to Asao earlier, who merely responded with a ‘congrats!’ and a wide array of emojis. Tonight was bound to be another all-nighter, she felt; there was no way she was going to bed without regaling in extravagant detail to her friend about what exactly happened.

Soon enough though, even her borrowed jacket couldn’t keep out the chill, and the sniper headed back to the Victorian house that almost felt like a second home now. It was a relatively quiet evening for once; Mahesh and Jess were marathoning some series they’d discovered on Netflix (it involved robots, love and death?) and Adam was holed up in his attic space, as usual. ‘Probably listening to music again,’ she thought to herself with a smile, remembering fondly their little moment that morning. Checking the time, she decided to wait a little longer before calling Asao-san; it was probably still dinnertime for her.

“Mmm...man, it’s hard to believe this’ll be over so soon.” Sighing, Sio laid on her bed, gazing at the wallpaper that had become very familiar over the last few weeks. A light breeze was blowing through her window and, remembering the strong surge of emotion from her walk, she went over and threw the windows open, despite the cold. The breeze smelled wonderful; cold and fresh, once again filling her with that odd mixture of emotions.

It was this state in which Adam found her; leaning out against the window, her locks being swept by the breeze as she stared into the night, a melancholy look on her face. So lost in her thoughts it wasn’t until Adam gently tapped her on the shoulder did she look around with a start.

“Oh! Adam, I didn’t even know you were here.”

“Sorry; I did knock, but you didn’t respond, so I thought I’d just check in on you.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “You alright? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so...pensive.”

“Eh heh, no, it’s just...somehow, just feeling the wind like this, and smelling the fresh air...makes me kinda, I dunno, nostalgic...” Shrugging, the sniper closed the window slightly.

“Hm, yeh I can see that. Sometimes the weather here does remind me of London, too, all fog and grey skies; and then I think of what my mum’s doing, how she’s holdin’ up...”

“Ah...is you mom alright? London’s not too bad, is it?”

“Mn. Can’t say for London entirely, but I just emailed her recently and she’s doing fine.”

Suddenly a strong gust blew in, Sio shielding her face as the curtains flailed wildly. “Ah...man, it’s windy tonight—”

“—Here, this better?” Strong arms folded her into a warm embrace, and Sio found herself tucked neatly against his broad chest, relishing the warmth. It was a feeling of safety, of being protected but also cherished; nodding, she allowed herself to enjoy this feeling of being held. Leaning back, her head resting against the crook of his arm, his scent familiar and comforting. When the wind blew it again it was no longer cold, but rather cozy as they both sat on the bench, Adam gently cradling her as they both just enjoyed the night air.

“...Y’know I never imagined I’d get to be doing this. An’ with you, ‘f all people,” Sio looked up at his words, as his hands ran down her arms soothingly. “It’s...nice, actually. I know that sounds trite, but...sometimes the simple things are the best.”

“Mmm...yeah, they are...” Sighing, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, giggling as he pulled her tight. “I like being held like this; by you. I feel like...I’m safe. And lo...” She gulped, barely catching herself in time.

‘I can’t believe I almost said ‘loved’...! Even though I like Adam a lot, that’s just too soon...isn’t it?’

“Something the matter?” Adam cast her a curious glance as the sniper clammed up.

“N, No, I just meant, I really like this, too...” she blushed with pleasure. Maybe she’d tell him later on, that when he held her tight like this, it was the first time she’d ever felt truly loved.

It was almost midnight before she realized how late it’d gotten, Sio having nearly dozed off in Adam’s embrace; though from the looks of things, he was half-falling asleep himself. “Mmm, we should probably go to bed...”

“Yeh, we should...”

“...You’re not moving.”

“Well neither are you.”

“That’s because it’s too comfortable here. It’s all warm and cozy...if I move now, I’ll just be cold again,” the sniper pouted, before digging herself in deeper. “Mmm...you’re soo warm...” Sighing, she nuzzled against his firm chest, trying to bury her face in it.

“O-Oy, that’s—what are you, a cat?” He raised an eyebrow as the girl curled against him, seemingly setting in for the night. “Whatever happened to sleeping?”

“...”

“Uh.” She wasn’t seriously asleep, was she? It was wonderful to hold her, but even innocently sleeping together for anything more than a short kip...that was a bit too much, given it hadn’t even been a day since their confession. Just to check, he poked her in the side again and she immediately squealed in protest.

“A-Adam! Hey!”

“Tch, I knew you were faking it...”

“Mou...meanie,” she grumped, but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine fine, you’re right. It is pretty late...” As she stretched and yawned however, the sniper finally remembered whose jacket she was still wearing.

“Oh! Uh, whoops, I should give this back to you...” She reluctantly began shedding it, almost sad to see it go, but Adam pulled it back on. “Huh?”

“Keep it; ‘s yours now.”

“Ah—but I, uh—”

He hushed her with a single finger on her lips. “No, really. Trust me when I say you wear it much better than I do...’sides, you seemed to have taken quite a fancy to it, yeh?”

He smirked, and Sio blushed. When would she ever stop blushing... But she couldn’t help it; it was hard to believe they’d ever get to be this close, and now it was actually happening.

“...Thank you, Adam. You’re...so kind...sometimes I have to wonder if you’re still the same person you were before.”

That brought out a barking laugh from the man, Sio sputtering in apology as she realized her words. “No no, you’re not wrong,” Adam wiped away his tears, still chuckling. “But is it really so hard to believe that people can change?”

“W, Well, no, but—I just can’t believe you’d really do that, f-for me...!” She stilled as he ran a finger underneath her chin, keenly aware of their distance and the touch of his hand. “I, um...”

“...Yes, Sio. I really will do that, for you.”

Something warm and soft pressed against her mouth; their first kiss, just like that without any preamble or awkward pauses. Adam had taken the initiative and left no room for hesitation, which she was grateful for. Sio’s head was spinning with a flurry of thoughts, but those were all pushed aside by the sheer feeling of bliss. She didn’t know what to do with her mouth, or her hands, but just simply pressing their bodies together was pleasant, in its own way. Soon enough though, she needed air and so both of them reluctantly pulled away, Adam looking a bit bashful as they caught their breaths.

“U-Um, whoa...wow...” The sniper touched her lips, as if trying to discern what just happened. “That was...really, really nice...um, sorry I don’t know what I’m doing—”

“— don’t either, but it was still very pleasant, wasn’t it?” Adam had a roguish grin on his face, pink blooming across his face as well. “Well, then ah...good night, Sio.”

“Wait!” Both of them caught off guard by her sudden pull, Sio moreso as she couldn’t believe her own boldness. “U-Um, b, before you go...c-could we, um, well...” She squirmed in embarrassment, but if Adam had the courage to kiss her, then she could certainly find the conviction to tell him her true feelings.

“C-Can we just...try that, one more time...?”

He looked at those round maroons, innocent but there was a new sparkle to her gaze; an eagerness to explore these new feelings him. She asked for a second kiss... A whole rush of heat bloomed from his chest, and Adam nodded.

“...Certainly, love.”

Before he realized that Sio probably didn’t understand that as a term of endearment, the sniper was leaning in clumsily, trying to figure out how to match their heights—he bent down to meet her lips, sweeping them up into a full kiss that was just as warm but much more passionate than their first one. As if on instinct, he slung an arm around her slender waist, supporting her and in return she knew to wrap her arms around his neck, their height difference causing her to lean in slightly and deepen the kiss. Even when they paused briefly for air, instead of parting she leaned back in, tiling her head at different angles, trying to see what it felt like, how to make it better. The heat sitting in his chest was blooming with shocking speed throughout the rest of his body—especially as her hands started wandering a bit, teasing the edge of his hairline, running a finger through those white strands and he couldn’t help but shudder. Her body was soft and warm, and when pressed so tightly like this it felt as if they were meant to fit together; each curve and bend fitting snugly against him.

Is this what they call making out? Sio was vaguely aware of her hands touching him, feeling new things, but it all seemed very hazy and out-of-body; even as she relished the warmth from Adam’s hands, his lips moving against hers (unlike Newton’s invasive tongue), a part of her wished he would touch her skin directly. But even so, the sensations were almost overwhelming; feeling his hard body against her own softness, those large-but-gentle hands supporting her waist and brushing her hair—sighing, she relished being able to cement those feelings at last, when she could only imagine what it felt like before.

There was no telling how much time had passed; only when Adam finally pulled back, both of them deeply flushed and panting did she agree it was best to stop and retire for the night. Asao was probably wondering what was taking her so long, and Sio realized she also wanted some time to process everything that’d happened for herself.

“So...was that, everything you’d hoped for?” His bangs were mussed by her wandering hands, covering one side of his face as he tried to straighten them. “‘Cause I don’t know about you, but uh...that was, really something...”

“Unn...it was wonderful...” The sniper was in a bit of a daze, face still flushed from the high. “That was...amazing...”

Adam seemed relieved at her answer. “Ah, well good...that’s, good...a-anyway, I really should let you get some rest—and I meant it, Sio. The jacket’s yours. Consider it my first gift to you...as your boyfriend.”

“Oh...! W, Well...I’ll take good care of it, Adam. Thank you...and, good night!”

He placed one last kiss on her forehead this time, Sio giggling as those silky white strands tickled her. “Good night, Sio. Pleasant dreams.”

She saw him off, Adam waiting until the door closed before he let out a breath and hurried back to his room. Thank god she didn’t notice... Or at least, if she did, she either had no idea or didn’t mention it. Because after all that snogging, there was no way his body wouldn’t have some type of reaction...and given how closely they were pressed together, he was amazed she didn’t notice his growing erection pressing against that soft valley between her thighs, just waiting to be rubbed and pressed against...

He groaned, not even bothering to undress as he fell into his bed, one hand already stroking his aching cock. “F-Fuck...that was so hot...” Those silky soft lips, delicate hands and soft, petite breasts when they pressed against his chest... Adam stifled a moan as his hands moved faster, eager to relieve himself. Now, at last he could fill in the blanks for himself: what she tasted like, her scent, how soft her skin was, the firm softness of her thighs that seemed to yield easily against his hard angles...

“Guh—! Nnng... S-Sio...” Grunting, he slipped a hand inside his boxers, thumbing the swollen head as it leaked out precum, slippery and hot against his fingers. “Shit...ugn...” A heady lust thrummed his senses as he stroked furiously, replaying every detail of that kiss in his own mind. She was surprisingly forward, once she worked up the courage. That was how it seemed to be, with Sio. Once she got her footing, there was no stopping her. He’d seen it firsthand during their battles together, but now it seemed the same happened when off the battlefield, as well. Vaguely he wondered if this meant she would become different in bed, as well.

‘Stop it, you wanker; you can’t rush something like that, not when you’ve just had your first kiss...’ But fantasies didn’t play by the rules, and Adam let them run wild; the rest of her body was probably just as silky and soft, petite and slender but he knew she would still fit warmly against him; filling all those hard gaps with her softness and warmth, playing with his hair as she nuzzled his chest (she seemed to enjoy doing that a lot) while he would admire her cute little tits, maybe even lick them until her nipples perked up stiff and pink, the firm roundness of her behind that would no doubt be just as yielding as her inner thighs—

“Uhn...nng, hnng...hah, nng—haah ah—!” Hips jerking, Adam barely grabbed a pillow in time to muffle his moans as he came, his entire body pulled taut while a flood of hot sperm drizzled out, oozing onto the sheets and all over his hand while he pumped slowly, trying to make it last. “Ooohh...fu—ck...” Little aftershocks ran through him as he slowly wiped up the mess, his body quivering every so often until he finally finished, curled on his side in an exhausted heap. “Oh god, Sio...fuck...”

That was probably one of the most satisfying sessions he’d had to date, right down to his bones. Eyes already closing, he briefly thought about at least changing his clothes but instead he rolled over and was out like a light.

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 12 / **

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: After the shared night, Tonys have trouble sleeping. But all will be rewarded in the end.

length: 5 192

warnings: nothing explicit happens in this chapter, but there is some intense belly button play that ends in orgasm and sex is implied but not described (includes bottom!Tony, bottom!Steve near the end)

a/n: I feel I kinda stalled on this chapter... also I am introducing here something I was thinking about for a loooong time (basically since I started writing tickle fics) and I hope you will all like it! otherwise, I might just dig a hole and hide there, hah! hope you will like this update and as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated and needed!

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 12 / **

Tony was used to functioning in a loud environment. The sound of pneumatic hammers breaking every concrete wall, smooth sound of a laser cutting through every surface, loud raving up of an engine, all coupled with heavy and energizing notes of rock music blasting in the background. It was his everyday bread, something he lived in and was an inherent part of his everyday routine, just like a cup of coffee every morning. While most people would find it unpleasant, it was one of the sweetest music for Tony. Not being bothered by loud, ongoing sounds was a useful skill and definitely helped Tony to sleep through the nights when Steve, with circled eyes and head lolling forward, stumbled into their shared bed after particularly exhausting days and snored for twelve hours, resembling a chainsaw. Tony could sleep happily through it, cuddled to his soldier and wake up refreshed.

Just not when it was two super soldiers snoring.

Just no.

Tony shut his eyes tight when it began all over again. Sometimes it was one Steve snoring, and the other started, just when the first ended. Sometimes it was them both, taking turns, as if in some very bad band. The worst was when they got gradually louder, up to a point when it all died down, just to start minutes later.

Tony didn't get a lot of sleep, waking up every hour or so, trying to shut his Steve's mouth from time to time, but it just fell open almost right away.

Some part of him felt proud that he and T2 managed to tire their boyfriends out the day before during the joined tickle session, but the other part of him told him to get a gag and use it on both blonds because he needed his damn sleep.

And T2 seemed to sleep through all of this. Lucky bastard. Or at least it was what Tony thought.

Tony groaned, hearing another snore rumble in Steve's chest before it left his mouth. He just wanted to sleep and use his boyfriend's peck as a pillow was that too much to ask? In a quick move, he lifted himself up and looked angrily at his boyfriend, his irritation level rising when he noticed that it was getting bright outside and he painfully felt the consequences of being awake for almost the whole night. And snore. A loud one. Tony put his hand under Steve's chin and shut his mouth. As usual, it worked for about ten seconds before his mouth opened and the snoring started anew. What was worse, S2 started to snore too, almost as if it was a competition between both blonds who could snore louder. Usually, Tony found the competitiveness between two Captain Americas amusing, but right now, there was nothing endearing about this situation.

"Doesn't work, huh?"

Tony winced in surprise, before he looked to the middle of the bed, eyebrows creasing. T2, acting as a small spoon to S2, was wide awake, his eyes red and tired and he kept smiling weakly at his counterpart. Tony felt tired himself, but he liked to think that he looked less chewed out than T2 did.

"They woke you up too?" Tony asked in a whisper, wriggling back into the covers. Feeling him back, Steve immediately wrapped arms again around his torso and buried his face into Tony's shoulder. If he started drooling on him, Tony would have no problems with pushing Steve out of the bed. And it still was the nice option.

"Ugh, I don't think I slept at all," T2 admitted in a pained voice, closing his eyes tight, "you make a lot of ruckus too you know."

"Uh, what?" Tony asked back. He remembered seeing T2 perfectly still the whole night, not flinching even once or giving any other signs of being awake.

"Each time you moved to quiet one of them, you made me awake all over again. Also, you snore too," T2 said, opening his eyes and jutting his lower lip forward.

"You snore too!" Tony argued back, clearly in self-defense.

"Can't be as bad as this one," T2 said through a yawn, pointing with his head to his Steve. "Or that one," he continued, meaning the other Steve.

Tony mellowed down. He and T2 were on the same page here. And somewhere deep, deep down he did feel a bit bad for keeping the other him awake.

"You know, I would still take his snoring in favor of the other sound that comes from him during the night," Tony said, trying to lighten up the mood.

"What do you mean?" T2 asked, his face showing some interest.

"I mean that when the evening earlier he binges on ice cream or pizza with double cheese," Tony explained, trying to keep his smile to minimum and voice neutral, while he watched the spreading glee on T2's face. "No amount of scented candles can help. I think I would be even scared to light up a match near him."

"Noooo," T2 whined, voice cracking with laughter.

"Yes," Tony nodded, finally smiling, "I swear, one night our covers didn't even touch the bed, they just kept floating in the air."

T2 buried his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking with laughter. Tony gave him a minute, just enjoying seeing the other him giggling away. It was a cute sight.

"I am glad mine has a nuts allergy, it just makes his tongue bigger," T2 said after his giggling fit was over. Then his smiling face changed into a more mischievous one. "Actually, sometimes we use it to our advantage."

"Now you are just bragging," Tony narrowed his eyes, and T2 laughed happily. He stopped laughing, when more rumbling snores filled the room, this time coming from both soldiers.

"I guess we are getting up?" T2 asked while Tony was busy rolling his eyes at the soldier glued to his back.

"Yeah. Let them go deaf alone," Tony said, gently moving Steve's hands and wriggling himself out from the covers and making a wobbly way out of the bed, trying not to step on anyone.

"You don't mean that," T2 cooed, untangling himself from his Steve's hold. He yelped softly when a hand grabbed his ankle and T1 pulled on it, dragging him all the way down the mattress until he reached the end of the bed and a good portion of his legs was out.

"I kinda mean that," Tony said, lack of sleep making him cranky. He lifted the covers up and saw T2's smiling and amused face. T2 liked to be manhandled a bit too much, but Tony could understand that just as much enjoying manhandling the other him.

"Let's go, before I lose my hearing," Tony urged when snoring became louder, and he pulled T2 up and to himself.

"Breakfast?" T2 asked hopefully, grabbing some basic clothes for him and T1 on their way out.

"Coffee. Lots," Tony groaned, tilting his head back. "And I have no strength to cook. We will do what we always do on days like this."

T2 giggled, handing T1 a tank top and sweat pants. "Order food and push it as our cooking?"

"Shhh!" T1 quieted the other him, shooting a quick glance at their, hopefully, sleeping boyfriends. There was a limited number of times they could impress Steves with unburnt omelets and poached eggs on toast. Seemed that their secret would remain safe, judging on the ongoing snoring.

"Coffee?" T2 reminded.

"Coffee," Tony nodded and they both walked out of the bedroom.

***

Three refills of coffee and one waffle delivery later, Steves walked into the kitchen, looking fresh and chipper.

"Morning, honey," Steve said warmly, kissing Tony's cheek for hello. Tony grumbled his greeting back, still sucked to a coffee cup, letting caffeine fuel him.

"Morning," S2 smiled at his Tony and went to him first, T2 already putting his cheek out for his kiss and smiling back, because he was the yin to Tony's yang. "Breakfast smells great," he said, smelling warm waffles and butter and syrup.

"That's not breakfast, that's me," T2 flirted with a charming smile.

"Um, Tony…" Steve said insecurely, noticing the almost empty bag of coffee on the counter and the overpowering aroma of coffee in the air. "I think you should slow down."

Tony growled from behind his cup. He would need a nap later for sure. Seeing T2 and S2 cooing to each other was not helping him either.

"He is cranky because he didn't get a lot of sleep today!" T2 explained before Steve could ask what already ruined his boyfriend mood. "You two had a snoring contest."

"Oh," Steve grimaced, watching Tony's grumpy face. "Why- why didn't you go to the second bedroom?" he asked. Seemed logical to him.

Tony put the empty cup away from his lips. He looked Steve straight in the eyes, huffing a bit, looking agitated. "Because you are warm."

Steve waited for something to follow. Nothing did, as if that explanation should be enough.

"Oh," Steve said because no better thing came to his mind. Well, that was almost flattering. Taking advantage of the silent moment, S2 slipped in between them and gave Tony a good morning kiss, quickly moving away. Of course, on the lips, as Tony turned his head to match S2's. How come Tony seemed more angry at him than S2? That reminded him that he better hurry up and give a good morning kiss to the other Tony or he would just end with both Tonys being angry, but if he would walk away now, it would just make his Tony angrier and there was no good solution here.

"I - I promise to not snore ever again?" Steve said, clearly not believing his own words. He just panicked and said the first thing he thought that could amend the situation.

Tony eyed him for a bit longer, before his chest jumped with a huff of laughter, his shoulders relaxing and not so tight anymore. He put the cup away and used his free hand to put at the back of Steve's neck, urging him closer and stood on his toes, nuzzling into Steve's face, his nose tracing soldier's cheek in a tender move before he rubbed their noses together for few seconds. When they drew apart, Tony's gaze was soft and he looked less tense.

"Let's eat while it is still warm," Tony decided, walking around his Steve and joining the other couple at the table.

Well, that went surprisingly easy. Usually Tony liked to make things more dramatic. Maybe he had just the right amount of coffee to mellow down. Steve turned around and joined the breakfast chaos, and he caught Tony's love filled gaze on him, just as if Steve was something very precious. And Steve smiled, taking Tony's hand in his and thinking the exact same thing about Tony.

***

Hours later, Tony was stumbling down the corridor, his head dropping down. The lack of sleep was catching up on him, and he desperately needed a nap. A short, power nap. He had a full right to a nap after the poor quality sleep he got the last night.

"Ack!" Tony yelped in protest when he was tackled against the wall before he could reach the bedroom. He opened his mouth to voice his protest out, but a warm palm pressed to his mouth, silencing him.

"Shhh. Don't say a word."

A very nice shudder ran through Tony's body at the low, husked out voice whispering in his ear. He felt a muscled body pressing into his back, towering over him and hips grinding into his ass. Seemed that Steve came to make up for the awful night he had caused. It wasn't needed, but very welcomed, and Tony would happily let himself be carried to the bedroom for some private time.

"Hands on the wall."

Oh. That was new. Suddenly all the sleep was gone. Steve wanted to make out here? Here in the middle of the corridor, where T2 or S2 could stumble on them any second?

"Do it."

It was not a request. Feeling hot all over, Tony pressed both palms to the cool wall, keeping his arms outstretched. It was almost as if he was a criminal and Steve was a policeman, ready to pat him down. Well, that was a nice scenario for a role play.

"Don't move."

Tony nodded. Steve's hand was still firmly pressed to his mouth and it was getting a whole lot exciting.

"And stay quiet. You don't want anyone walking on us, do you?"

A whole, whole lot exciting. When moist, plumps lips touched his ear and moved all the way down, grazing his neck in a delicate pattern, Tony moved his head back, a small whimper escaping him, muffled by the hand. Little, playful nip on his collarbone and Tony rolled his bitten arm.

"Shh."

One big hand cupped his jawline, palm sliding down, brushing his neck firmly and making his breath short for a while. Tony didn't mind a little rough play. Down the middle of his chest, the touch becoming lighter at the scar the arc reactor left and Tony was really grateful for that. He didn't need a panic attack setting in. Not when it was getting so good, and Steve caressed his stomach, pressing on the skin under his hand and moved all the way down, stopping at the edge of his tank top and sliding easily into his pants. It was common knowledge that on his free days, Tony liked to go commando and Steve didn't pause for a second feeling bare, heated skin, already expecting that. Fingers pressing into his lower belly, curling into the soft skin and Tony snapped his head up, some involuntary giggle escaping, barely hearable as Steve kept his hand stubbornly pressed to his lips.

"Oh, this is a sensitive spot, right?"

More whispering and four fingers kept gently digging into the soft spot, slowly and teasingly. Tony giggled more, shaking his head and curling in himself slightly, his hands sliding a bit down on the wall. Steve pressed his hips firmer into Tony's, helping him to stay upright.

"I would use both hands, but you will just disobey me and make a lot of noise, wouldn't you? You can be a very loud one."

As to confirm his words, Steve dug his fingertips into the soft lower belly and squeezed the skin repeatedly. Tony jumped, more muffled laughter and breath coming out in short, hot waves. His arms startled to tremble with effort of keeping them in place. A wet kiss on his neck, probably a reward for not moving during the short tickle attack.

"Fortunately, one hand is enough for what I have planned."

The hand splayed on his lower belly, covering more skin, and Tony's breath stopped in anticipation. South or north. Both options sounded equally lovely. Both made him feel incredibly nervous and giddy.

When Steve decided on his direction, Tony rolled his stomach, following the movement.

North.

Oh boy.

The hand stopped under his shirt, pressing into the middle of his stomach, his belly button directly under the middle of the palm. Tony couldn't help, and whimpered, feeling that he was in trouble.

"You will enjoy this."

The touch lightened and a finger pressed directly on his outie, already sending an electric like feeling through his whole body. A gentle pressure, pushing on the ticklish spot and Tony started to giggle frantically, his whole body shivering and becoming heated.

"Or more of, I will enjoy this."

Of course.

Everything got blocked out. Tony felt only the light tickle on his outie, his mind reading the feeling as devastating and making his whole body numb, as he continued to laugh, the sound coming out as choked and snorted, obscured by the hand on his lips. He didn't care how ridiculous he sounded, not when the finger on his outie was driving him insane, lightly touching and rubbing, never leaving or stopping, despite the constant hips rocking Tony did, almost as if dancing. Then two fingers, rubbing the small nub in circular motions. It tickled so, so intense, but then another feeling joined. Hot and dizzying, bunching up all his nerves.

"Wow," Steve whispered, always in awe how proper stimulation on Tony's outie could both tickle and make him aroused. "You are amazing, you know that?" Steve whispered with love, continuing the touch, feeling the breathed out giggles and moans on his palm, and almost making Tony's knees buckle.

When Steve pinched delicately the small nub between his fingers, Tony almost exploded with laughter. When he used his fingers to rub the very sides of the outie, Tony continued to shrill in laughter and tried to suck his belly in. All this was accompanied by the hot, tingling feeling spreading all over his limbs. His hands were slowly giving up and he didn't have enough of will power to keep them on the wall anymore, but he didn't want to stop their play either, so he came up with a different plan. Using the wall as leverage, Tony pushed himself away, bumping his back into Steve's chest and falling with all his weight on him, he raised his arms up and threw over Steve's neck, fingers intertwining on the nape to help himself stay in place. Steve, a little shocked at first, felt a loving, serene feeling taking over him, with Tony being so open and presenting himself to him. That truly was something special. He won't waste this opportunity.

Steve rolled Tony's shirt up to his chest and used his knuckles to brush over the quivering stomach, up from the ribs, ending on the pant line. Five fingers drawing horizontal lines over the middle, often catching on the belly button, brushing it over and over again. Tony's arms and legs felt limp, but his torso was straight and skin tight as a drum, belly forming a gentle slope, Steve's fingers were following. Somehow during his wiggling, Steve's hand slid down from his lips and stopped only on the lower lip and Tony could laugh properly. It was short-lived when strong fingers poked softly into his mouth, two fingers placed on his lower teeth. Tony bit gently on them, understanding that he was still supposed to be quiet, but it was becoming so good and so hot, his breath coming out in short waves and giggles mixing with delighted, short moans.

A thumb pressed strongly to his belly button and pushed, rubbing on the little numb, and Tony's eyes rolled to the back in delight, all his nerves lighting up with a shimmering, ticklish feeling. Huh. That was new for both of them and Steve was pleasantly surprised with the reaction before he got back to more traditional techniques. Some more circles rubbed directly on his outie, and Tony felt the hot feeling growing in him and stirring his insides, a delightful ringing in his ears becoming louder and louder until he snapped his hips forward and his vision darkened at the edges as he moaned and laughed and came.

The hold around Steve's neck loosened. Steve moved both of his hands to held Tony under his arms, feeling that his boyfriend was slipping to the floor, exhausted and limbless.

"Hey, easy now."

Steve was gentle and spoke in a soothing voice, turning Tony around, their chests pressing together. The sight almost knocked the breath out of him. Tony was flushed and panting, his eyes sparkling with post orgasm bliss. What made Steve's blood flow faster was that when Tony looked up at him, eyes bright and mouth slightly opened, he saw that Tony wasn't as exhausted as Steve assumed he was. No, he clearly wanted more. Tony surged up, pressing their lips together in a needy, deep kiss, climbing on Steve and entangling fingers into blonde hair, one leg already hooked around soldier’s hip, his whole body pushing into him, silently asking to be lifted up and carried somewhere more private. Or even here, Tony didn't care, as long as he would get more of that.

"Ummm… What's going on here?"

Steve broke the kiss, hearing the other him behind his back. He looked to the back, admittedly looking startled for a second. Tony looked too, thinking that good that S2 showed up because he wanted to be in a threesome with both Steves for a long, long time and maybe it was the right moment to propose that when-

It was his Steve. The one with the stunned, shocked expression on his face, standing in the corridor.

Tony blinked and took a proper look at the Steve he basically had climbed over and got lost in his arms. It was S2.

Oh, that was a bit awkward. Just a bit.

Before anything else could happen, S2 grinned that smug, practiced smile, scooping Tony up and walking to Steve.

"Here, I warmed him up for you," he winked and handed Tony over to other him and Tony clung to his soldier.

"The heck-" Steve protested, but still held Tony close, his voice lost when he saw how flushed and bothered Tony looked.

"One out of three," S2 said proudly and walked away, smug and pleased with himself.

"Where are you -" Steve didn't finish, noticing S2 walking into the bedroom they all shared. And he was pretty sure that earlier today, T2 had collapsed in bed, claiming that he was too tired and needed to get some sleep.

"Steve."

Steve looked back at Tony. At his heated cheeks, half-lidded, glazed eyes. He was clinging to him and Steve felt the short breath and rapidly beating heart. Tony pushed on Steve, urging him and Steve was a weak, weak man.

Just like S2 earlier, he scooped Tony up and carried away into the bedroom not occupied by the other couple, and Tony laughed in delight, already kissing and gently biting on Steve's ear to get him faster in the mood.

Some things could wait.

***

"How did you do that?"

S2 shut his sketchbook close. He turned his head to the side, eyes meeting with S1, who was leaning over the couch back, looking down at him.

"Did what?" S2 asked, tapping fingers on the hardcover. He was getting in the zone when he had to be interrupted.

"You know what," Steve replied, sounding somehow irritated. And not only because he clearly saw the other him sketching not his nr 1 boyfriend.

There it was. That sly, self-pleased grin showing on S2's face. Steve already felt tense.

"You mean how I made your boyfriend climb you like a tree?"

Steve could reply something snarky. Something very ironic and full of sarcasm, just to shut the other him up. He was fully capable of that. Just, curiosity won over.

"Yeah," Steve admitted with a sigh, dropping his fight stance, "that."

After S1's confession, S2 changed his tone too, his smile dimming into a nicer, gentler one. Even more genuine than his practiced smirk. Steve liked that smile more.

"Well, before I answer that, let me ask you a very fair question," S2 said, and S1 nodded, giving him permission, "have you ever slept with a woman?"

"WHAT?!" Steve burst out, feeling his cheeks burning. S2 was looking back at him, no snark in his posture or voice, just waiting for the answer. And Steve felt very hot under his collar. Okay, he felt a lot closer to S2 since he got here, but such information was not something he was ready to share yet. Some things were supposed to stay only between him and his Tony.

"What it has to do with anything, anyway?" Steve asked, nervously tugging on the neckline of his shirt.

S2 looked at him with pity. S1 didn't intend to correct him. Let the asshole think what he wanted. Oh, he was calling S2 an asshole again. That didn't happen for a while.

"I am gonna leave you with this," S2 said, standing up and tucking his sketchbook under his arm, "think what women have and what Tony has."

Steve's forehead creased in confusion. That didn't make any sense. He watched S2 walk away in the kitchen direction. Well, that wasn't helpful at all and felt like a waste of time. He should know that S2 won't give him a clear answer.

And then it hit him. His face exploded with a whole new shade of red, one that should be named after him.

"S2!"

At the outraged scream coming from the living room, S2 just smiled, clearly pleased with himself, not stopping smearing bread with butter even for a second.

***

"You mad?"

Steve didn't answer. He was on the couch, in the exact spot S2 was minutes ago. He was hunched, elbows resting on his knees, one hand on top of the other, and he put his chin on them, lips thinned. Stubborn eyes.

S2 took another bite out of his sandwich, chewing slowly. He didn't feel remorseful at all.

"If you stop brooding, I will give you the rest of my sandwich."

No reaction. Maybe even the frown on Steve's face got bigger. Was S2 offering him leftovers?

"Ugh. You want to see what I sketched?"

That got S1's attention. He finally looked at the other him.

S2 smiled softly. He pushed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and sat next to Steve, opening his sketchbook. After he swallowed the sandwich, he went through the pages, explaining what he drew and why sharing his memories with Steve.

And it was sweet again.

***

Not so sweet when lunchtime came. Steve and Tony were already in the kitchen, setting the table for four, reheating some leftover Chinese food from last day. Steve put some freshly made rice on the table, intended to go with sweet and sour pork and lemon chicken and some leftover spring rolls no one had room left for, when the other couple entered the kitchen, T2, a little ruffled and dazed and smiling sweetly, having experienced a very nice wake up from his long nap, S2 smiling proud and following his boyfriend.

"Two out of three," S2 said to Steve, grabbing a spring roll and biting into it.

Steve scoffed, the scoff going unnoticed when Tonys started to chatter with each other.

If S2 wanted to be an asshole again, S1 won't make it easy for him.

***

It happened sooner than Steve thought. After lunch, Steve stayed in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes. Minutes later, S2 came back, standing behind Steve and pressing into him.

S1 paused his work. He rearranged his grasp on the sponge and let S2's hands travel along his body, caressing his torso.

"Going for three out of three?" S1 asked, pretending to be interested. He felt S2's grin pressed to his neck. Hook, line, and sinker.

"You know it."

Steve hummed. He turned around in S2's arm and looked deep into his eyes. "Not gonna happen," he said strongly, pushing the sponge into S2's chest, leaving a wet mark on his shirt. "Finish washing the dishes."

Stunned, S2 opened his mouth, watching Steve walking away, a pleased smile on his lips. Huh. How the roles reversed.

"You are killing my vibe, S1!" S2 called, but obediently dipped his hands in the water and resumed the choir.

S1 only kept smiling, considering it a win. If S2 wanted it, he would make him work for it.

***

The game of cat and mouse lasted for the rest of the day. S2 tried to surprise S1 any occasion he got, and S1 always managed to wriggle away, finding himself something more urgent to do instead. The epitome of pathetic make out attempts was reached when late evening Steve walked out of the shower and into the bedroom, a towel on his hips and another one wiping his hair dry and saw S2 spread on the top of the covers. One of his hands was behind his head, the other one laid down casually along his side, one knee bent. Completely naked. Honestly, the only thing that was missing was a rose between his teeth.

"Seriously, dude?" Steve asked, eyeing the other him in disbelief. The asshole could be stubborn.

"You know you want me," S2 said in a sultry whisper.

"You know I could just go back to the bathroom and jerk myself off while looking in the mirror, that would be like making out with you."

S2 grimaced. That was something he didn't think of before. "Oh, come on, man!" he whined, losing his cool and making S1 giggle. "Don't be mean!"

"Mean?" S1 continued to giggle. "Why do you want this anyway? You already had both Tonys."

S2 zipped his mouth. There was an answer to it, but he was not keen on sharing. Steve felt that maybe it was more serious than he initially assumed and sat down on the bed, next to S2's legs.

"Come on. Tell me," Steve asked, no snark, no irony, just kindness.

S2 dropped his head, feeling that it was time for honesty hour. "I just need to feel on top again," he mumbled his answer out.

"What?" Steve asked in disbelief, while S2 stubbornly avoided his gaze. "What does that even mean- oh. Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

S2's head got even lower and he whimpered something, clearly embarrassed. Of course, he had fun with his Tony. He loved seeing his boyfriend's smiling face and the love-filled look when Steve gave himself over. Just letting go of control was not easy for him. He needed to feel in control again.

Steve tried to hold back a smile. It wasn't a mean one, but a fond one, while he thought how unreasonable the other he was. Then again, he could imagine what it was so hard for the other him to drop his male alpha act.

"Alright. Three out of three," Steve agreed, tossing the towels aside, deciding to let the other him have this win. S2 perked up at that. "But only because you are stupid and you look cute while being stupid."

"I will take that," S2 nodded, watching S1 climbing over him until their bodies aligned. The kiss was slow and gentle, filling them both with a sweet, soothing feeling.

"You still didn't tell me if you ever slept with a woman," S2 reminded into the kiss.

Instead of feeling offended, S1 smiled. His counterpart shared two secrets with him today and Steve felt a lot closer to him, finally witnessing the more vulnerable side, S2 was so desperate to hide away from everyone. S1 still called the other him an asshole in his mind, but it was a lot fonder and warm than earlier today.

"If you make as limp and dazed as Tonys, I will tell you," Steve bargained in a honeyed voice.

A smile spread over S2's lips. Real and honest. Beautiful.

"Can do, doll," S2 took Steve by the shoulders and reversed their positions, getting Steve on his back, while he hovered above him, before sinking down.

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