#that sounds awfully sarcastic but i really was just Intrigued by them

[teddybeartoji]

double ended dildo w gojo???…….. ahem…… r u into that?…..

FUCK YEAH I'M INTO THAT WDYMMMMM THAT'S SO HOT HELLO though ngl i haven't thought too much of that but i would absolutely love to do that with him fuck off it sounds fucking delicious. now imagine him laying down on his back with his knees pulled up to his chest and YOU grind your hips into his while having the dildo inside you mmmmmmmmmmmmmm i want to fuck his pretty little brains out soooso bad nonnie i think he would love this pose so much and i think he would loove using a double ended dildo too he would think it's very romantic<3333333333

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘼𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

i wanted to use this picture so badly but I knew it would ruin the mood.

∘ request(s):

"ayo? they’re not sleeping with anyone else??? does that mean???? raw??? w edgy karl????????

"ooooo i’m lacking in edgy karl content😩 for the next one could you do one where maybe the reader is being a brat and karl puts them in their place? if that makes sense?"

"Ever since I read your edgy Karl x reader I been getting massive brainrot where reader is just questioning their relationship and Karl is just dismissive about it. It feels great to get that off my chest. 😭"

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, prostitution (sort of), drinking, Todd the frat boy, crude/suggestive language, degradation, asphyxiation, spitting, angst

∘ word count: ~5k

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ song recommendation: Come Here by Dominic Fike

a/n: y'all really drive this series oml. thank you to all your requests! should I do song recs on these or is that dumb? happy reading :)

♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You adjusted your dress, attempting to not look as unkempt as you felt. Your hair had luckily survived the bus ride to Karl’s, yet your clothing was wrinkled from being smashed against various girls with the same destination in mind. You scoffed to yourself as you leaned against the side of the house, tugging your heel into a more comfortable position as one of the women in the group knocked on the large door.

It felt like there was always some random party blaring out of the windows, so you were surprised to be mixed into an excited group of girls waiting to be invited in by one of the Brothers. The only time when you’d been over to visit Karl and there wasn’t some kind of celebration of a random event was directly before spring break.

A nameless member dressed in a tux answered the door and you bit back a laugh as he welcomed everyone into the foyer. As you scanned the crowd for Karl, you noticed the number of older people lounging about in formal attire. You furrowed your brows slightly, knowing that Todd was probably behind whatever cultist bullshit was about to happen.

You wracked your brain trying to remember if Karl had mentioned anything about the importance tonight, but knowing the two of you, he’d probably begun to tell you only for him to get distracted.

A familiar laugh drew your attention to one corner of the living room where a man who looked dangerously like Karl playfully shrugged out of the grasp of another frat member. His nails were bare and he lacked any piercings, his hair even tamed so it fell just right over his forehead. You couldn’t deny the way your mind ran absolutely feral at the view of him, as if you’d stepped into some strange alternate universe where Karl was actually Carl.

As someone else struck up the conversation in his group, he turned to look over the crowd, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes brightened as he spotted you in the mix of the group. Whoever had let you into the house handed you and the rest of the people a brochure, something you then realized most of the room was holding.

You snorted slightly as you read, “46th ANNUAL MEMBER AUCTION,” printed boldly across the front page in elegant script. Your stomach twisted slightly at the discovery. You flipped open the pamphlet, seeing a list of numbers and the names of corresponding Brothers.

Karl was 23.

“I didn’t even sign up, honestly,” a voice called in your ear as Karl leaned over your shoulder, peering at the page in your hands. His cologne was more expensive than he usually wore, made obvious by the way it complemented his natural scent with a fuller smell.

You turned slightly, nearly leaning into his warm breath above you as you moved to look at him. “Come on, let them pimp you out,” you joked, your finger underlining one of the details on the back. “It’s for the frat Karl,” you mocked, making him roll his eyes playfully. “You look awfully pretty to not have signed up,” you chided, a small amount of jealousy tugging in your chest.

He ran his tongue across his teeth, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looked down at you. “Do you want me to?”

You shrugged. “You know how loyal I am to this frat. I think it’s only right,” you continued to josh, eliciting a low chuckle from him. The smell of his whiskey hung beautifully on him. You’d be damned not to acknowledge what a catch he was.

He pulled his hand from his pocket and settled it on the small of your back, the two of you mumbling to each other as you headed towards the kitchen so he could pour you a drink. As he explained the process of the auction, your nerves started to change drastically. Luckily, your exterior kept this from Karl because you weren’t even sure yourself why you could be feeling so strongly about the event. “... Really, only the married guys get out of it without being heckled all night. It’s… I don’t know. It’s pretty lame.”

“So basically, it’s an event where the guys objectify themselves in the name of the frat." You jested, your eyes glued on his pinky ring, the only symbol of the Karl you knew. "Have you done this before?”

Karl shook his head. “I wasn’t old enough, thank God.” He leaned against the counter beside you, his back to the circulating groups of people so he was only looking at you. As he slouched, he matched your height.

You reached forward, taking the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt between your finger pads. “I’m trying to decide if I’m scared or aroused by this version of you,” you tittered, wanting so badly to feel his teeth against your skin. He smirked at you. “It’s like Wonderbread you. Like you’d have to sign a contract with me before you gave me a hug,” you teased further, making the smug look on his face twist into a laugh.

He leaned closer to you, his hand brushing to lay against the curve of your hip. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can still rip you in half.”

You took a sip of the Brandy in your glass to hide the moan wanting to rip through your throat at the closeness of him. His lips brushed against your skin before pressing a kiss behind your ear subtly. You nudged him away from you reluctantly as Todd strolled into the kitchen, arms raised slightly as if he’d been searching the high heavens for Karl.

He moved to stand between the two of you, reaching for a decanter of a liquid you couldn’t place. Karl crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Karl, I have been looking everywhere for you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pin with Karl’s number on it and nudging it towards him on the counter. “You know, it’s kind of fun that partners can’t bid because-” he paused before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side. You let out a laugh, resting your hand against his chest as Karl’s eyes darkened at the two of you. “-Your lovebug can have me tonight then, huh?” He mocked, smirking.

“Well, technically, I’m not his partner…” you added, pretending to touch Todd flirtatiously.

Todd’s arms pulled you closer. “You know what I mean, Princess.” You snickered, pushing him off of you as he moved to lean against the sink behind you. “Come on, Karl. I’m practically handing you the opportunity to hook up with MILFs, random TAs, and sorority girls,” he begged, making Karl pinch the bridge of his nose.

“That does sound intriguing,” you chimed, making Karl giggle mildly.

Todd’s eyes lit up with a sarcasticness as if you were actually promoting the idea. “You can go instead if you want to, babygirl,” he offered, tilting his head in an action to resemble a car salesman.

You looked to Karl with raised eyebrows and he shook his head in disbelief at the stupidity of whatever banter you and Todd were striking up. “That would be fun! Please, illegally pimp me out instead. I want to be solicited-”

Todd’s hand reached out to clamp over your mouth. “Okay stop.” He straightened his tie and the pin on his lapel in the shape of a number 12. You quietly wondered who were in the top places and what they were doing to be in those spots. “Karl, you’re a legacy dick. Most of those women out there probably hooked up with your family members and are back for more of that sweet sweet Jacobs-”

Karl cut him off gruffly. “-I’ll do it if you don’t finish that sentence and never bring that to my attention again.” Todd pretended to zip his lips before pointing to the pin and walking off. You took the pin in your hands, trying to ignore the shakiness of your fingers as you pinned it onto his jacket. “You know his name is actually Mark, right? He pretended to be a Romney for his first two years here.”

You snorted. “Don’t feed me that information right now.” You wet your lips, feeling his eyes on you as you brushed your hands down his lapels. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… I was just joking.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Like, we can leave if you want,” you offered softly.

Karl chuckled, moving his hands up to rest over yours. “Someone’ll pay fifty bucks to take me to some dodgy hotel for ten minutes. It’ll be okay,” he assured. “Maybe I'll have fun, who knows.” He drew you closer once again. You swore you could get drunk off the intoxicating allure of his breath. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

You furrowed your brows, suddenly worried about having that conversation with him. “If you’re okay with it, I am,” you answered quietly, sending him a small shrug.

He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, shrugging back at you.

Everyone began to gather around the grand piano in one corner of the living room. You could suddenly feel the heat of the massive fireplace against your bare legs as Karl rested an arm against the wall above you, leaning over you slightly. “How much would you bid on me, if you could?” He whispered as Todd explained some rules to the bidders.

You looked up at him reaching up to play with his lot number. You hummed slightly in mock thought. “Maybe a packet of ramen, a Speedway rewards card, and…” you trailed off before digging into your purse and grabbing a handful of quarters, “five dollars in linty coins?” You joked, sending him an innocent smile.

He bit back a laugh. “I feel like you’re the only one that knows my true value,” he quipped sarcastically.

As the auction began to kick off, men were being bought for various currencies, from picnics in the park to gala dates and etcetera. The tension in your shoulders began to cool as there were fewer ambiguous payments. The women and men that paid sums of money were the ones that worried you the most. Karl’s hand slithered up your back until he reached the back of your neck, pressing his fingers into your skin almost possessively.

You focused on the crowd, trying to notice any peering eyes cutting into Karl, but no one seemed to have the slightest clue. Karl’s fingers worked at a knot in your neck, making you want to moan at his touch. You hated being this close to him and unable to mark him as your own. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the skin on your shoulder that wasn’t covered by your dress. “Relax,” he whispered, heat raking through your body at the sound of his voice.

Finally, his number came up. Before the auctioneer could finish introducing him, a handful of sorority girls sparked up with heavy numbers in the air. Your eyes widened and you could feel Karl stiffen behind you at their urgency. As their bids began to grow and add zeros, your heart began to beat in your ears.

“$5000.” Your mouth grew dry as the number halted the noise in the room. Bewilderedly, you searched the room until your eyes landed on a woman in her early-50s. You couldn’t help your mouth slightly fall open. “I’d like to bid $5000,” she repeated. You downed the rest of your Brandy, letting the alcohol sting your throat and warm your stomach. As Karl’s turn closed, your mind went blank. What did I expect to happen? You scorned.

After about an hour, the bidding was over. You plastered on a smile after everyone exited the room, standing before Karl and spending the time you had left letting your mind race with emotion. “What’s wrong?” Karl asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

You swatted him off. “You excited to spend time with your new mommy?” You chided, making him raise his eyebrows. Your voice came out a bit more condescending than you’d intended.

Something dark flitted across his expression. “Definitely.” He pressed closer to your ear again. “I bet she cums on the slow stroke,” he leered, making you inch away from him. He giggled slightly at his own joke, before noticing your quietness. “What?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, unable to explain just how you were feeling about the situation. It was as if reality had seeped into your bones at what had happened.

Karl ran his fingers against his bottom lip as he looked at you, the skin flushing a deeper red. You’d seen the color too many times to count, but it was usually due to stimulation from you. “Don’t be like that. What’s going on?” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms softly. This seemed to only further allure him. “If you’re gonna act like a brat, I’ll start treating you like a brat,” he whispered, perking your attention. You let your eyes wander back to the ground. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. His calm expression added arousal to your swimming cauldron of feelings.

You pulled out of his grasp. You bit your tongue, grasping at your thoughts and searching for what you wanted to tell him. His grey irises swirled with some kind of worry and what you could only describe as fondness. Instead, you chickened out. “Just use protection, okay?” You faltered.

His features remained quiet as if in thought. In one swift movement, his hand brushed against your jaw, pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body relaxed into his touch, your eyes closing to relish in the feeling of silent loyalty to you. As his tongue brushed against your lips, it was as if he was stating just what you meant to him. If you weren’t in the right mind, you’d moan a gracious pledge of your mutual devotion into his mouth.

He pulled away shortly, leaving you flushed and winded as he reached his thumb up to swipe away the smearing of your lipstick. “I’m in your fuckin’ pocket, remember?” He acquiesced almost emotionlessly, before dropping his hands and letting you stumble. You had to will your body not to grin at what he’d said as the woman who bid on him approached the two of you.

She shook hands with both of you talking about the thrill of the event and how she’s gone for the last couple of years. “Ma’am, he’s a virgin. Please be careful,” you noted as Karl helped her into her coat. Karl’s eyes shot daggers into you, biting back a laugh of his.

The woman giggled with her whole chest. “Oh, darling. That won’t be an issue,” she gasped as she caught her breath. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile as you made eye contact with an ill-looking Karl.

You opted to head back to your apartment, eyeing the clock each time you get an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your roommate had gone out for the night, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts. As two hours passed, you were beginning to feel phantom notifications from your phone, your heart skipping with faltering hope.

As if your prayers had finally been answered, a brief knock at your door sent you jumping over the back of the couch and tugging on a hoodie before you threw open the door. Karl stood leaning against the frame and cracking his knuckles. He eyed you curiously as he noticed your urgency. His shirt was barely buttoned and untucked, hair ruffled and curling here and there. As you let him into your apartment, your mouth grew dry with anticipation. Karl slumped onto your couch, kicking his feet up on your coffee table and raising an eyebrow at you.

You wet your lips, sitting on the arm of a chair near his side of the couch. “How was it?” You asked. “Did you learn anything?”

He scoffed, humor dancing behind his eyes. “You will never guess where I was.” You furrowed your brows at him as if it wasn’t obvious. To this he shook his head, sitting up to lean his elbows on his knees, reaching forward to pull you into the empty spot beside him. “So, that woman owns an art studio downtown and she holds classes for whoever. The nail polish girl in my art class is like the right-hand man to that woman and she caught wind of the auction,” he paused to loosen a few more of his buttons. “The woman has always gone to the auction, but the girl knew I was participating this year and recommended me.”

“Okay, so… You were in an art class all night?” You probed, making him grin smugly at you.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Not exactly.”

You snorted, leaning into the cushions and turning towards him. “They weren’t drawing you nude were they?” You joked sarcastically, the mental image proving to be almost unthinkable. His eyes shifted to his lap as he chuckled and you punched his arm. “You’re kidding!”

He shook his head, biting back a grin. “I had old dudes staring at my dick for two hours straight and trying to recreate it in charcoal.” You covered your mouth with your hand, waiting for him to reveal that he was joking. “They liked my cheekbones,” he taunted.

You huffed in disbelief. “Oh my fucking God.” Your mind was utterly blank. “So, you didn’t sleep with anyone?”

He smiled at you. “Nope. You’re still my only one.” Your cheeks flushed at this. “That being said, you were so incredibly immature earlier,” he chided, making your eyebrow perk with discontent.

“Excuse me,” you nearly hissed.

His eyes navigated your body. “Jealous little brat, honestly,” he scoffed. “Make it up to me.” You stared at him blankly, as if unable to comprehend his words. He moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch, letting his legs spread a bit further. You watched him intently as his jaw tensed, looking slightly intimidating as he eyed you. His calm expression started you, gears turning behind his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He nipped.

You climbed onto his lap, letting his hands slip beneath your hoodie as he gripped your hips, pulling you down to grind against his leg. Heat spread across your body at the friction, realizing now just how needy you’d been for most of the night. Funny how you didn’t even think of taking care of yourself without Karl there.

He tugged your collar to the side, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath a stark contrast to the cool temperature of the room. You felt his teeth glide over the valleys of your collarbones as if threatening to mark you as the brat you were. His brat.

His fingers dug into your skin, his knee bouncing slightly as he pushed you to increase your speed. You moaned against his shoulder, reaching the hand that wasn’t planted securely on his arm towards his belt. The clasp was almost second nature for you, considering the various places and positions you’d been in and wrestling with it.

As you slipped your hand into his pants, he groaned, bucking against your touch as if he'd been hungry for you all night. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck, roughly bringing your lips to his own. Instead of kissing you immediately, his lips brushed against yours, the smell of his breath dancing against your skin and forcing you to want him more as your hips moved to make up for the lack of his taste on your tongue.

Your hand gripped him through his boxers, earning a muffled grunt of pleasure from Karl. His eyes threatened to roll as you began to palm him, his breathing deep and needy. Curses hissed through his teeth, the sound further adding to how turned on you were. "Give me your mouth," he moaned, a demand you were more than happy to fulfill as you slipped onto your knees in front of him. Karl's hand gathered your hair as you tugged his boxers down. Your fingers traced the hem of his dress pants that ran against the inside of his thigh before attending to his arousal once again.

Then something clicked into your mind. "I've been thinking about what Todd said," you began, Karl's reaction dulling as you began to pump your hand around his dick. "About me sleeping with him," you continued, your voice dripping with a venomous innocence.

Karl twitched in your hand, his grip on your hair tightening. You moaned slightly as his eyes hardened. "Tread lightly, pet," he nearly growled. The gruffness of his voice sending goosebumps down your back. "You're on thin fucking ice already."

You looked up at him with doe eyes, crowding his lap. "I wonder if he's bigger than you," you commented.

You seemed to find the last straw rather quickly as Karl grabbed your arms, pulling you up and throwing you on the couch beneath him. "Fucking bitch," he snapped, ripping your underpants down your legs. "And here I was about to make this about you," he chuckled darkly, leaning on his knee to slip his jacket off his shoulders and discard his button-up shirt.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him before he ground his hips against yours roughly, clashing his lips against yours. He tugged on your hair tightly, tongue pressing into your mouth.

His lips left yours, pulling your hoodie over your head and throwing it across the room before digging his teeth into your chest. You moaned at his efforts, basking in the roughness of his actions. Karl pushed himself into you without warning, and without hesitation, he began to snap his hips into yours. Your thighs tightened around his waist, attempting to adjust to his speed before he hooked one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, pushing it towards your chest.

His hand moved to wrap around your neck possessively, his eyes burning into yours with a mix of lust and glimmers of the sadistic side of him that loved to see you tremble beneath his touch as he restricted your breathing, only for you to gasp for air when he allowed. "Fucking brat," he barked, pounding into you faster. "Bring him up again and I'll make your life miserable," he groaned, spitting into your mouth to illustrate his point.

You let him take his anger out on you as you fought not to grin at the pure sparks of pleasure pulsing through your veins at the view of him completely dominating you. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt not to cum from the intense stimulation, your fingers digging into the softness of the couch beneath you as you searched for something to anchor yourself.

Karl leaned back slightly, dragging a hand through his hair as he slowed his hips, his eyes glued to yours, the new angle driving him deeper into you. The view of him above you like this oddly reminded you of when the two of you went to parties and spent the night grinding against each other in the massive crowds of your peers to an unidentifiable song.

Any idiot could tell Karl could fuck by the way he danced.

Karl pressed his hips firmly against yours, bucking into you relentlessly once again, pulling your hands above your head and holding your wrists in his fist. He kissed you harshly once again, swallowing your attempts to catch your breath and dragging his teeth across your lips again.

You felt unable to control your orgasm as it raced through you, your moans echoing into Karl's mouth as your body tensed. Karl used your orgasm to ride out the rest of his own pleasure, smirking slightly at your disheveled appearance.

As the air settled, the two of you straighten up the living room, making sure to find each article of clothing so your roommate wouldn't comment. Karl sat back down on the couch, reaching an arm out for you. You raised an eyebrow at him hesitantly, with a small smirk playing on your lips.

He huffed jokingly. "Come on, I can't fuck your brains out and not hug you at least for a bit," he joshed, gesturing for you to join him.

You let out a small laugh. The man with multiple piercings, tattoos, and a glare that can insight nightmares, was always the first to ask to cuddle. You tucked into the spot beneath his arm, letting his grasp tighten around you as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

His heartbeat thumped against your ear, making you want to slip into a deep sleep. "I think we should set Todd up with Nail Polish Girl," you joked, breaking into the comfortable silence between the two of you. You glanced up at Karl as you said this, hoping to gauge his reaction as you silently apologized for what you'd said earlier in the name of getting him riled up.

He chuckled shortly. "We should probably straighten ourselves out before we meddle in other people's relationships," he mocked. It'd come out as a light-hearted statement, but it tugged heavily at your nerves.

You pushed yourself to sit up and look at him, suddenly anxious. "What do you mean? We're fine, right?"

Karl smirked. "Well yeah, but sooner or later we're going to have to figure out what we're doing." He wet his lips. "I mean, how much longer are we supposed to just mindlessly hook up."

"We're not mindlessly hooking up. We're friends too," you reasoned, your voice uneven as you attempted to inject humor in your statements, hoping to mask your hesitation.

He rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, but don't you want more? Like who do you say I am when your friends ask?" He raised his eyebrows, shortly waiting for a response before continuing. "A booty call, right? Am I supposed to be a booty call forever?"

You were taken aback slightly. His tone wasn't provocative, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. "What are you saying?"

He shrugged. "What does it sound like I'm saying?" He sat up a bit more to angle towards you. "I don't mean now, but eventually I'd like this to mean a bit more."

You stood up from the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table as you reached for a pair of discarded sweatpants and slipped them on. "This is a lot to think about," you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with him. Your mind raced with the different outcomes of what he was talking about. Also, all of them involved the two of you going stale and him finding comfort in other people. "I mean… what we have now is good. Isn't it?"

Karl stood too, raising his hands slightly as if he were consoling a cornered animal. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I thought we were on the same page?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, looking for words. "I- uh. I'm sorry." His hands fisted at his sides awkwardly, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Sirens wailed from outside your windows, the street becoming the only noise in your apartment as he awaited your next move. "I'm actually… gonna head out. I'll uh… I'll text you later," he stated, grabbing his jacket, gauging your reaction.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh… I think I need some time…" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To think…"

He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Dark Team (part 7)

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Warnings: mentions of suicide and murder, awfully cheesy petnames (yes I have to put a warning on that).

The streets were so cold you had to rub your hands to your neck as you walked. You had only one piece of information that could’ve been possibly linked to that murder, and therefore that stick.

Saying you weren’t worried about being very undercover was a lie; an almost seven feet tall “man” that dressed like a millionaire, and a man with a metal prosthesis and abnormal sized muscles were not exactly the definition of discrete, much less once they were being categorized as “wanted”.

“Are you sure it’s this way?” asked Loki impatiently.

“No”.

“And why…?”.

“Stop torturing me with questions you know the answer of. Shut it and let me do my thing”.

“What is exactly your thing?”.

“Trying to not stab you in the balls, if you keep being this annoying”.

“Alright, guys, keep it down”, mediated Bucky. His role in the team was starting to be more and more like a third wheel in a car that’s trying to break down purposely, and he hated every second of it. “Can’t wait for this mission to be over”.

“Talking about that, we still have a game of cards on hold”.

“We could never play that with Loki, he has mind powers or some shit like that. He’d cheat”.

“Me?” he held a hand to his chest dramatically, “I would never cheat on a cards game. That is dishonest and I would never do such mischievous thing”.

Your phone beeped and the address changed suddenly. You stopped dead on your tracks and both Loki and Bucky, who were walking in line behind you, stumped with each other and almost made you trip.

“Careful, guys”.

“Are you fucking…”.

“Leave it there, Barnes”.

“What happened?”.

“I don’t know, the address suddenly changed. This isn’t supposed to happen”, you hit a few times your phone after it froze, and realized it wouldn’t work anymore. “Well, we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way”.

“And how’s that?”.

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one that's a thousand years old and he’s a hundred and six. I’m barely around the two decades”.

“I’m beginning to think maybe you’re not one for this job. Aren’t you the one in charge of the planning? How did you even get to this Stank Internship in the first place?”.

“Hey, don’t be mean to them. They’ll cry”.

You rolled your eyes and ignored them. Meanwhile, you looked around. You had to find this person. A person who saw the “death” of the man with the pendrive, but the only one who said nothing about it. Only thing you knew was that he was a worker in a coffee shop. Which coffee shop, you’d ask? Well, that’s a good question.

It had to be in the neighborhood, that was for sure. You looked around a bit more, trying to drink in all the information the streets and its habitants could give you.

“The man was killed being thrown off that building. They said it was suicide. It was not”, you finally said out loud, pointing at the direction of one of the tallest buildings of the city. You were too concentrated to even realize you had stopped talking again.

The man you were looking for had to have a full view of the window the guy was thrown off from, so it would be in… that direction. A reasonable distance to see both guys would be less than two blocks. And it happened in an unreasonable hour for a work break, so… it had to be… alright. I think I got it.

“What are we looking for, then?”.

“There has to be a coffee shop maximum two blocks away from one of these three streets, the counter of the bar has to be near the window (or showcase) and the showcase should be tall enough to see the high part of the building, so I’d say at least three meters tall. I assume the man we’re looking for is old and introverted, quiet, not very friendly. Not less than fifty years old”.

“Alright Sherlock”, said Bucky, patting your back. “I’ll write down not to mock your intellect. Now you don’t have to pretend like you just figure that out all by yourself”.

“Okay”, you said, not paying any attention to his words. You were still juicing all the information you could.

“I got lost in the description of the man, how did you reach that conclusion?”, asked Loki, who apparently was reading your mind, following your thought process.

“Well, he’s the only one who didn’t testify at all. The witnesses in this sort of cases go through a polygraph. If all he saw was a suicide, then he wouldn’t be lying, he’d go through the lie detector and go out as if anything happened. Since he saw more, and didn’t say anything, it’s probably because he wanted to protect himself against the law, or just too lazy to go into all the bureaucracy it’d imply”, you explained. Loki had a full blown smile across his face, not even hiding it. “What are you smiling at?”.

“Nothing”, he brushed it off and pretended to fix his tie.

“No, please, do give me your input”.

“I can’t read whether you’re being sarcastic or not”.

“Wanna find out, dear?”.

“Hey, the aggressive pet names are my thing. Get your own passive-aggressive mechanism”.

“Can you concen…? You know what? Whatever. I’m going there”, cut Bucky. He was so done.

You walked as fast as you could down the nearest street out of the three possible ones, and kept rubbing your (now almost numb) cold fingers.

“Buck, do you have a gun with you?”.

“I don’t think this is the best moment to kill yourself. Let us finish the mission first”.

“Though, honestly, I think it could speed things up a little”, added Loki.

“Wow, you guys are especially mean today. We might need something to threaten the guy with”.

“Just a pocket knife. Do you think it could help at all?”, he searched for more weapons in his pockets, but found none. Going undercover, you all had to leave your suits and armor in the hotel room. Loki cleared suggestively his throat and you gasped.

“Really? You can make it out of nowhere?”.

“No, but give me a weird shaped branch or anything similar and I can transform it. Transfigurations have been my specialty lately, though”.

“I love you wholeheartedly”.

“I’d literally marry you on the spot”.

“In fact, I think I might kiss you right now”.

“You guys have no idea how glad I am to know you’re lying”, said Loki, patting Bucky’s back.

To find the place was way easier than you had anticipated. Firstly, because it matched every single aspect you had predicted. Secondly, because it was the only coffee shop in the whole place.

The clicking bell filled the silent place as the scent of fresh coffee and baked goods infested your noses. There was only an old lady reading a paper and the fifty year old you were looking for. Bucky sat down on a table near the counter and you and Loki greeted the man.

“Hi, how are you?” you said with a fake warmth that would assure you his confidence. “We would like a black coffee…”, you looked at Loki, still acting, and he reached your thoughts telepathically to hear your “act, dude; you’re frowning”. He immediately softened up his expressions. “What would you like to drink, dear?”.

“Same as you, darling”, he smiled even faker than you. “So are we pretending to be a couple, now?”.

“Alright, two blacks, please”, you went back to the barista. “Yes, old people get all softies for young couples. Just follow me, we need him to like us”. “And a strawberry milkshake with extra cream and a cherry on top, for the gentleman on the table”.

“Going right up”, said the old man.

“Do you ever take vacations on mocking people?”.

“Never. It’s a true blessing”.

“So, what’s the plan?”.

“Same as it was before, except we can’t actually cause any harm while threatening him, if we do”.

“Why?”.

“Old lady at twelve o’clock?? Man, you really lack any empathy for innocent civilians, don’t you?”.

“Only with mortals. Don’t really care for them”.

“You’re probably lying. I know behind that shell there must be a big soft heart longing for...”.

“Alright, shut up, here comes our order”.

“Thank you, ah, wonderful”, you said, grabbing the cups. You pretended to just notice the news behind the counter, and Loki made the illusion of a highly realistic periodistic note on the suicide of the man with the stick. “Oh my… is that what I think it is?”.

The old man raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Uh, is just… don’t watch that, darling. It’ll make you feel sick”, said Loki tenderly, caressing your shoulder. “We sort of saw that… happening, you know?” he explained the old man.

“Oh, really?”.

“Yes, it was really close from here. Oh God, we saw it all happen, this poor man”.

“Very disturbing. Never seen such a gruesome situation in my short, very, very, very short life”, added Loki.

“Alright, we get it, humans live short lives”. “Believe me, you’re so lucky you didn’t have to see that”.

“Really?”, said again the barista, visibly nervous. “That terrible?”.

“Well, it’s a common tragedy, to be honest. But, you know, the cops and investigators were on our backs all night long”.

“Finally free now”, added Loki, still with his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders. “You’re truly lucky to miss it”.

“Oh, yes. Sounds terrible. Glad didn’t see it, then”, he lied. And he was a bad liar. You didn’t even need Loki to tell you what you could so clearly see.

“And you know… I didn’t think it’d work, but we…” you chuckled innocently, as a kid telling their devilry to a friend, “we sort of lied to the lie detector, and it worked”.

“Love!”, gasped Loki, and lowered his voice “we shouldn’t be telling this to anyone. What if it spreads around?”.

“But, honey, have you seen this man? Why would you think he could wrong us?” you pointed at him and he, as you predicted, blushed with a smile.

“What did you lie about, if I may ask?”. He fell into the trap. You bent over the counter and lowered your voice.

“We saw it was not a suicide”.

Your expressions drew all seriousness and a terrifying look on your eyes gave the man the trust that you were being honest with him. He bent down on the counter too.

“What do you mean?”.

“We saw… oh God”, you started saying, but your eyes watered and Loki didn’t hesitate to hold your head to his chest, comforting you while you sobbed.

“I know, sweetheart, it’s terrible. I know”, he cooed. “We don’t know what to do with this piece of information. The man was thrown off violently, and the things they did to him before…” Loki hinted. The man swallowed hard and started sweating. Loki muttered nonsense, and you continued his empty explanation with sobs that sounded like words but nobody could actually figure out what you meant.

“That sounds awful, wow”, said the man, pretending he heard. Truth was, he didn’t need to insensitively ask for you to repeat yourself. He knew what had happened.

“We wonder what kind of deals could be behind all that, you know?”.

“Yes, very strange, to try to strip the man like that” started saying the old man, too affected by the situation to actually notice he was spilling the true tea. “It sounds like all a very weird business”.

“And that thing they pulled out of him!”.

“Ah… yes”.

You and Loki had started to lose your patience, and figured the man would be harder to interrogate like this than you’d expected. Loki squeezed your shoulder.

“My love, we should get going, don’t you think?”. And with get going he meant knocking the guy off and getting into his memories through Loki’s magic.

“No, my dearest, let’s stay here”, you insisted, without wanting to cause the fuss this was going to make. Ever since you came into the coffee shop, three other family groups had entered and were waiting for their order.

“But, sweet pie… I think we’re shocking the man enough”.

“Oh, please, I just want a normal day, honey bunny. Let’s stay and drink a cuppa here”.

Bucky chuckled at the pet name war you two were having, and the old man looked at you suspiciously. You sighed.

“Alright. Fuck it”.

“You’re cops, aren’t you?”, asked the old man. You fell off your character.

“No… but sorry anyways”, you said, kicking him on the face and smashing his head against the counter, leaving him unconscious.

“That was unnecessarily violent, I could’ve made him sleep with seiðr”, stated Loki, watching the man drip blood from his nose.

“Guys'', said Bucky, watching how all the clients were running away in fear, “I thought we said ‘keep it low, threaten discreetly’. What happened?”.

“For Fuck’s sake, just get into his head already, sweet muffin”.

“Hold his head, baby cakes”.

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resilience [18+]

pairings: shigaraki tomura x female! reader 

summary: if you’re updated w/ the manga u prolly know shigaraki is now all beefed up phew. shigaraki stans stay winning. so here’s a fic where our struggling pro hero y/n wants to become stronger but working hard iisn’t working so she runs to shigaraki, the king of the underworld, to give her a quirk. shigaraki takes this as the perfect opportunity to teach a scum hero hero her place. 

warnings: dubcon-ish, shiggy is really mean, dumbification, size kink nasty nasty 

word count: 4k+ 

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From a young age, everyone around you had high hopes for you. Your parents wanted you to make them proud, your teachers wanted you to give your hundred percent always. Your friends admired you, they dreamed of being you. You were the golden child. Loved by everyone so, when you developed your quirk no one was shocked to learn that it was one of the strongest quirks out there.

Your parent’s dreams for you soared even higher and soon everyone was complimenting you and deeming how amazing you’d do as a Pro-Hero and you listened to them. You trained your entire childhood in hopes of becoming the No. 1 Hero, even got into a known Hero school, and graduated on top of your class. You thought you were invincible until you started your career as a Pro. 

It was hard. It was so much harder than you had expected. Apparently, your will to save citizens wasn’t enough to make you a legitimate Hero to the eyes of the public. Even if you worked your ass off it wasn’t enough. Weaker and useless Heroes whose only specialty was steering drama with others would sweep in at the last minute and take your victory as theirs’. 

You wanted to speak up about this but your agent had said you’d go nowhere; those Heroes had been in the business longer. No one would have taken your side, you were just a rookie. If you wanted to be admired, you had to also use cheap tricks and form connections with names. 

At first, you refused. It went against your moral code but soon after you started receiving angry phone calls from your peers; them explaining how embarrassing it was that no one even knew who you were, your mind quickly changed. Next thing, you are just like the others using cheap tricks working on your public image rather than actual Hero work. You thought finally it’d work and it did! After a few months, you were under the Top 30 Heroes list. The “hard” work had paid off now, it was only way upwards to the No.1 but you found yourself not rising the ladder. You were stuck in the Top 30. Nothing upwards but other Heroes were beating your position, it was all falling over again. You needed to do something to save yourself.

That’s when you heard about him. A man who granted people power, the King of the Underground. He acted like the Devil himself. Granting your desire for a price. People talked about him in hushed whispers, they acted if he did not exist but he did. He was very much there. His men had been terrorizing the country for so long; his men were hardest to fight. 

You thought about it. You could reach him and ask him for power, after all, you could do anything to be the No. 1 Hero. You couldn’t afford to disappoint the people who had supported you, your entire lives even deep down you knew the only reason everyone- anyone talked to you was for their own selfish reasons but that was okay. They were the only people you had.

So you rolled the dice and made up your mind to meet the Mad King. Shigaraki Tomura.

The hallway was run down and dimly lit; you watched your step as you moved forward not wanting to step over a dead rat or lizard. You were told that you’d see Shigaraki if you walked through it. Your heart beats faster with each step you take; the hallway is awfully quiet excluding the sounds of rats chattering away in the distance. 

Meeting him was not easy, getting this far had been hell. You had to make many calls and sit through many sleepless nights just to confirm the rumor all while making it look like you weren’t investigating Shigaraki Tomura behind their backs. You had gone through a great deal of trouble to make sure your identity was kept hidden from the Government. 

As you took the last turn you were met with a shut door. You latched on the handle, twisting it and pushing the door open. It was a meeting room. A long table stood in the room chairs all empty beside the very center. 

A man sat there, his legs propped up on the table resting over papers and pens dressed in an expensive suit, his long white hair scanned his face. A severed hand rested on his face red, angry eyes gleaming from the gaps of the fingers. Upon seeing to enter the room he crossed his hands over his chest, muscles bulging- almost ripping the sleeves open. He looks at you finally acknowledging your presence; glaring from behind the hand his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. You stand completely captivated and amazed yet scared under the presence of Shigaraki Tomura. 

You stand there frozen unable to move. You never thought you’d ever meet the most wanted man in japan like this: dressed in nothing but a t- shirt and jeans, unarmed and vulnerable 

 His harsh voice cuts through the air as he glares at you. 

“Well?” he asks and you walk inside the room. You stand there awkwardly, wondering whether you should take a seat or not, “Am I supposed to sit down too? Might as well ask if I can kiss your feet?” He snarls, the sarcastic comment leaving his tongue without any hesitance. 

He’s quite mean.

You mumble a quiet apology as you sit yourself a few chairs away from him- you’d like to keep your distance from this dangerous man, biting your lip you think of how you should start the conversation but Shigaraki is impatient. He groans in amusement and slams his feet on the table, flying the papers 

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want. Why. Are. You. Here.”  His tone was harsh, filled with irritation. “I am here for the quirk.” Shigaraki’s brow twitches, he stares at you with confusion basking in his eyes. 

“Quirk?” he pauses tilting his head up facing the ceiling, his hand goes to scratch at his neck; breaking the skin. While he thinks to himself about what you could possibly mean, your mind starts thinking about in all the ways this scenario could work out. Maybe he’d give you the quirk and let you like you were promised, only come back when he needed your assistance in some task. To be honest, you weren’t quite ready to face that day yet. Second, he could kill you right here, right now for just thinking about something so obnoxious. And that’s about it. Those were the only two scenarios you could think of. You also thought of catching him off guard and bringing him back to the Hero Commission but you also knew he was way stronger than you. You silently prayed that you’d get out of this alive and well. 

For a second, you thought Shigaraki had fallen asleep. He was too quiet and the hand on his face did not help in distinguishing whether he was sleeping or not. 

“Shigaraki,” you called and he turns his face back to you, “You’re that fucking Hero.” he spits with disgust. “You want a fucking quirk right? I was told I’ve got an appointment with some scum Hero who wants to get stronger.” You did not pay attention to his belittling. You had gone through much worse hate and had survived. 

“Yes, now, would you please tell me how I can get one.” you added the ‘please’ mockingly, it seemed to affect the villain.

“I don’t help pigs like you.” 

You almost rolled your eyes, there was more convincing to do and you did not want to talk- hell- breathe the same air as this man but you couldn’t return home alone. You had to endure it. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down, getting ready for a long night. 

“I couldn’t care less what you think about me. I was promised a deal and I expect you to keep your end of the bargain up.” you sighed, “Just for walking through that door and sitting here I had to pay a lot out of my pocket. I’m not leaving until you give it to me.” Your voice was sturdy and rigid. Exerting confidence, for a moment you felt strong. Talking back to a wanted villain like him gave you a false sense power. He sat silently, lost in thought again. 

“You’re gonna be here a while? That’s bothersome. But….you do know that I can just kill you and leave? Make it easier for both of us.” he finished. Anger surged through your veins as you decided against choking him to death. “Shigaraki. Please.” you begged, Godamnit. As much as you wanted to rival his hate towards you, you were smart and knew that you couldn’t afford to make any rash decision now because a single touch from him could mean game over for you. “You’re begging now?” He scoffed, “Okay, tell me why you want it so bad.” You bite your lip deciding whether you should go along with his idle chit-chat. 

“Listen. I really need it. I’m stuck in a useless rank and the walls keep closing in. I don’t disappoint the people around me. It’s really important to me. I don’t expect you to understand but- shit if you want me to beg I will. For that power, I’d do anything.” 

An eerie silence filled the room, Shigaraki remained quiet. He thought about what he could want from you. There was nothing, you were useless to him- a waste of time really. He should just decay you and leave. That would be the right thing to do but then again, the way you looked at him with desperation in your eyes stirred something in him. Maybe it was the unconscious acceptance you held knowing that he is in charge. The power imbalance was starting to get him going. He could imagine you wrapping your pretty, plump lips around his fat cock while he used your throat as he pleased. He was a little tired after all. Maybe he’d even give you a weak quirk and let you off to do your worthless heroics. 

“So you’d really do anything?” He was intrigued. You didn’t want to say yes because you knew he’d make you do something horrible, something you could never really recover from. You could see it in his eyes but in the end, you knew. 

“Yes. Anything,”

He quickly lifted the severed hand from his face and placed it gently on the table, you genuinely wanted to cry. His lips curled at the corner, his lips split into a menacing smile. It was evil, it was dangerous yet it was the calm before the storm. The crazed smile only made you aware about how much you were going to regret this decision. It made you sick.

“Sexual favors. If you want this power, make me cum.”

Your eyes widen in shock, your mouth agape as you process his words. What? 

“You can’t be serious.” your voice was low, your heartbeat quickened and you felt your hands grow cold. Anger and confusion masked your consciousness. 

“I’m waiting.” he sang, his shrill voice sending shivers down your spine. He was joking, right? No way was he was actually expecting you to do it. Right?  He did not say another word instead pulled his feet off the table and slammed them to the floor. He spread his legs and patted his right thigh, looking directly at you with a smile, 

“you’re joking.” you commented. Shigaraki stopped smiling, his head lowered, bangs falling over his eyes; you could not see the face he was making. He clicked his tongue and the ‘tch’ sound resonating in the room, “You think I’m joking?” he asked, his voice now filled with annoyance. You did not answer; you did not what to say. You were beginning to think he was not messing with you, and that he actually wanted you to perform that horrendous act. 

His head turned back to you, his eyes spiraled into angry slits, vermilion orbs gleaming under the well-lit room displaying grim intentions. You knew he was serious. 

You took a deep breath, you knew the price of your dreams was high; the sacrifices you had to make: colossal. But right now, you were given a chance to obtain power- grow stronger to get a step closer to your goal but at what cost? If you, right now, gave yourself up to this notorious villain, what would you lose? Dignity? Pride? You had lost all of that the second you had entered the room. 

Nothing was left to lose. From all the horrendous things he coils have asked you to do, you should be glad all he wanted was some pussy.

You swallowed nervously as you got up from the chair moving towards him in brief, calculated steps. You stood in front of him, his knee at level with your crotch; he looks up at you and smirks. His knee jerks forward, pushing through your thighs and grinding up against your clothed cunt. You gasp in surprise, almost walking away from him. Your fists clench by your side and try to surpass any sounds from passing; the movement of your panties rubbing on your clit sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body. You bite your lower lip, glaring down at him as he continues to aggressively grind his knee on your cunt, your mouth falling agape as the sensations get too overwhelming and your climax starts building. A whine falls from your lips when it stops. Shigaraki abruptly withdraws his knee from your thighs, a wet spot forming on the expensive fabric of his pants. He looks at you and smirks, 

“Hero Slut.” he comments, making your blood boil, you try to retort but his fingers inch towards your hips, fingers pulling at the waistband of your jeans. 

“Take it off.” you hesitate for a moment, “take it off or I’ll dust It.” he threatens, you did not want to walk out the room half naked. You quickly tugged your jeans down, it pooled around your ankles. Shigaraki’s eyes never left your lower body, his eyes stayed glued to your pussy, almost drooling at the sight black and white striped panties. Feeling embarrassed under his predatory gaze, you push your hands forward, covering yourself making Shigaraki frown. He pushes your hands away and replaces them with his own. His fingers rub at your clit through your panties making you writhe in pleasure, you feel yourself get wet, a dark spot starting to form on your panties. Shigaraki glides his finger till your hole and drives them to your hips pulling at the waistband of the fabric and letting it hit your skin with a snap, you gasp. “You like that?” he asks, smirking and repeating the action, “Take this off too.” he finishes. 

He leans back in his seat spreading his legs while he watches you strip out of your panties, his eyes a shade darker clouded with lust. 

“You look better now.” his voice is low and condescending as he pulls you down to straddle his lap. His hands carefully moving up and down your torso, under your shirt, fingers touching the underside of your bra. He guides one of his hands to your hip, and claps around it pressing hard enough for a flash of pain to spark along the bone as he keeps you firmly pinned on his thigh. Gripping one of your thighs firmly, he restrains you from pressing them together. He runs a palm along the inside of your thighs in fascination, you feel yourself get worked up embarrassingly fast, “Look at you,” he barks, a crazed smile blooming on his face. 

“You’re all neglected. How often do you loosen up, whore?” His slender fingers trail downwards to your cunt, he runs a slender finger painfully slowly over your folds, buries it inside your hole moving it around and curling the digit inside you before withdrawing. His eyes scan your face as his thumb strokes down on your clit. Your eyes shut close as you bit your lower lip- trying your best to surpass moans which might further entice him. Your body jerks up with need as you gasp out, your hands balling into fists, choked mewls flow from the back of your throat, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid.” he growls 

“N-no.” 

Shigaraki chooses to ignore you as his hand grips the back of your head, pulling you closer towards him before pushing his lips against yours’ while the other hand reaches behind you, wandering across your ass, grabbing a firm hold of the soft flesh. He pulls away from the kiss and both you regain your breath, taking in as much as you can. Shigaraki leans in, you think he’s going to kiss you but instead, his lips hover over your ear. You feel his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers in a raspy, broken voice. 

“If you want this power so bad,—" your breath hitched as he pushes another finger in your small cunt, “—grind that worthless cunt on my thigh.” 

You look down at him with half-lidded eyes zooming on his cock straining through his pants. He catches you staring. His eyes light up with amusement, “You want that too, huh? You’re just a cock hungry whore after all. Its fine, you all are,” He pulls his fingers out of your dripping hole and presses them against your lips. 

“Open up,” he commands. You hesitate for a moment but eventually, you obey. You open your mouth, only slightly yet he aggressively shoves his middle and pointer finger into your mouth. “I don’t wanna feel any teeth.” you pucker your lips around his finger, sucking his digits into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, tasting yourself around him. Shigaraki sighs, “Laughable isn’t it?” he begins, “Do your Hero friends know how much of a pathetic slut you are? I bet they’d love you see you like: half-naked, sitting on Japan’s most wanted criminals lap, begging to be fucked?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a ‘pop’ sound reverberating in the room. He pats your thigh, “Come on. If you please me good enough I might even give you my dick.” 

The realization hits you. Shigaraki wasn’t doing this entirely for his pleasure. He just wants to humiliate you, see you cry, call you names- anything to make you leave this place broken. A fair price.

A smug smirk reaches his face yet again as he watches you shift around his lap, straddling his left thigh. You put your arms cautiously around his shoulders for support, grounding your sensitive bundle of nerves down against his thigh, exhaling as the muscle rubbed against your clit in the best possible way. A tight coil forms in your lower abdomen as you frantically grind down, pleasurable sensations fogging your mind. His hands are still on your hips as you roll your hips in brisk circles against his thigh as you chase your climax, your mouth falls open at the sharp pleasure shooting through your body as you grind down faster, your mind grows hazy. Thoughts jumbled- and non-existent, only focusing on the rocking of your hips back and forth against his thigh. He occasionally flexes the muscle to intensify the feeling of your approaching orgasm, you’ve barely even had any stimulation and you’re already so close. You tug on your lower lip between your teeth, eyes skewered shut as you feel your orgasm building up, seconds away from erupting, and washing over your entire body. “Is the whore close?” Shigaraki speaks, “Looks like you I didn’t even have to fuck you stupid. You’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat. You’re already stupid. This is the real you. You just pretend- act as a functional member of this rotten society but deep down, you’re just a slut begging for a big cock to stuff her holes. Am I right?”  

“Shigaraki Tomura. Fuck you.” you manage to call out in between your moans. 

A blush creeps onto his face and his cock strains in his pants, the print now louder, and his cock begging to be freed. One of his hands leaves your hips and starts palming his cock through the fabric, he lets out a breathy moan as he examines your face: twisted in pleasure yet the look of hate and disgust still linger. Your displease from this entire scenario riles him up, what a disgusting man he is. 

He shifts his gaze from your face to your tits bouncing along the rhythm every thrust ; his hands roam underneath your shirt stroking your soft stomach and move to grope your tits through your bra. He kneads your breast through your bra before capturing it with all five of his fingers and changing it into specks of dust. Your shirt receives the same treatment and you whine. You sit there naked, grinding on his thigh while he is still dressed, calm and collected save for the bright pink blush on his cheeks. Sweat drips down from your forehead and a pink hue rests on your cheek. You look like a mess. 

“You look pathetic right now, you know?” he speaks. You know, you can imagine and you hate it very much. 

A moan escapes his lips; breathing heavily into your ear- he leaves tainted comments. Groaning occasionally as his lips find its way to kiss and suck bruises at your neckline, sinking his teeth and biting down, nipping on your skin leaving marks on your smooth skin all the while his hands violate your breast, greedily groping and kneading the sensitive mounds, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and harshly tweaking and tugging at them- your eyes roll back into the back of your skull, relishing in the pain.

His cock was straining in his pants; you could feel it poking against your thigh. He moves a hand to hastily unbutton and unzip the confinements of his pants, his dick hard against the fabric of his boxers. A wet stop forming at the tip.

He doesn't hesitate to shove his hands into his boxers, groaning and bucking his hips into his hand as he pulls his cock out. His cock springs upwards. It stands tall and hard yearning with need. Pre-cum spills out his leaking tip, red and angry,demanding relief. You stare at it, marveling the size of his girthy cock. You can tell by looking- he’s too big. It was going to be a tight fit. 

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” 

“It’s too big.” 

“So?” he asks, annoyance filling his voice as he feels himself get more riled up, “More prep-” you’re still grinding your pussy on his thigh, you try telling him how much you needed him to stretch you out before burying his ridiculously big cock in your tiny, pathetic, little cunt.  “Uh h pleaseee……....It will hurt otherwise.” His ears perk up at your shameless little confession. “It will hurt?” The obscene smile made its way back to his face and you regretted saying so. 

“It better hurt.” 

Shigaraki stands up to his full height, towering over you. You stumble and your hips hit the table behind you. You seriously looked like nothing compared to him. His shoulders broader and rigid, his arms buff and robust. Any hopes you even had in defeating him vanishes away into the air as he turns you around and bends you over the table. 

Papers scatter and fall to the ground, your breasts press against the cold wood and he captures both your hands holding them behind your back in one hand. His other smack your ass making you squirm, “Consider yourself lucky.” he groans, his cock lining up with your cunt, “I don’t fuck every common whore I see.”  His words sting and he pushes past your little hole, tearing it up, tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. You sniff, “It hurts.” Shigaraki ignores you, lost in the way your small pussy gobbles up his fat cock inch by inch. “Shut up. It'll get better soon enough.” he speaks when he gets annoyed by your little grunts of discomfort. He doesn’t give you time to adjust as he bottoms out, stretching your pussy open. “There. It’s all in,” he spanks your ass making you wail out. 

The stretch burns but you soon feel yourself get wetter adjusting to his size. He starts thrusting his cock into you, using your pussy as his personal cocksleeve. He’s mean with it. He goes rough and fast, pushing his cock all the way till your hilt until his tip kisses your cervix. He laughs at how pathetically you whine, you plead for him to slow down but he doesn’t listen. He pulls you up to his chest by your hair, biting aggressively on your neck, whispering perverted remarks in your ear. He plays with you tits, rolling, pinching and tugging on your nipples. His hands are all over you, except where you need it the most- your clit. The hardened nub begs for attention, burning in need to be touched and played with yet he pays no mind to it choosing to watch you suffer in agony instead. 

“Pheweaze.” you beg, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. He catches the pink flesh between his fingers, petting it making it impossible for you to talk. “What’s that? What did you say? I couldn’t catch it.” He teases, pretending he doesn’t know what you need. He finally pulls his finger out of your mouth, still thrusting his cock into your cunt, “Pheleaseeee e touch my clliit. I need it.”  Finally, you manage to say a complete sentence. You embrace yourself in hopes of Shigaraki finally touching you but instead he chuckles, “Is that so? Is that what you need? I thought you wanted a quirk?” You cry out in frustration. Shigaraki laughs, his shrill laugh masking the lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other. He thinks for a while, looking at you de-flowered, broken to the point where you couldn’t even form sentences properly, he smirks to himself. He’s won.

His fingers snake down to your clit rubbing it avidly. You sigh as you finally feel proper stimulation. Soon enough your loud moans of pleasure fill the empty room and you feel yourself tighten around Shigaraki, “I feel that, your slutty little cunt is squeezing me. You are close, aren’t you?” 

Your moans quickly turn into pants as you let out a silent scream while you cream around Shgaraki’s cock, “You came, bitch?” he asks but you just whimper, your body still writhing with the intensity of the orgasm, “Ugh. Hero Slut.” His thrust gets sloppier, you can feel he’s close by the way his cock twitches inside of you. Next you know- you feel- is hot spurts of cum shooting inside of you, painting your insides white. 

You plop down on the table beneath you, your body exhausted. He pulls out of you and you quickly turn your head back to him, “The quirk..” you meekly ask. “Messy little slut,” he murmurs, ignoring you. “Makes me wanna mess you up even more.”

“Tomura Shigaraki. The quirk.” 

He hummed. “So you plan to go back and pretend you are something more than a worthless slut?-” 

“Tomura. The fucking Quirk.” you weren’t in the mood for any of his shit now, “Jeez fine. If you want the quirk so bad, here, have it. Clean it up well.” He’s motioning to his half-erect cock covered with his cum and your juices. “What the fuck.” You ask, getting up standing to your full height. Even though you were much shorter to him ( and very much naked ) you still wanted to show him that you could put up a fight. 

“I give the quirks. If you want it, you’ll need to ingest my DNA. And also, didn’t I say I’m gonna come on your pretty face?” Your eyes dart up to focus on Shigaraki's face – and shame washes over you as you witness his sinister look. He pushes you down on his knees and you come in level with his cock. 

 “Fuck you,” you stutter out, still trying to seem like you have any power, like you’re the one in charge.

He laughs, “Oh, I just did, sweetheart.”

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[riversofmars]

Hi all! So sorry this update took a while, I got side-tracked with the RiverDoctorPromptWeek which was a lot of fun :D But now that that's over, back to business! Hope you like this next chapter! <3

Chapter 13: Into the Lion’s Den

Torchwood Two Hub, 2021

“I did not expect that to be down here,“ Jenny observed, sounding thoroughly impressed as they followed the Doctor into the Torchwood Two hub.

“Looks can be deceiving,“ Vastra mused but she was surprised as well. Humanity really had improved on their defences since the time they lived in.

“Thank you for coming, Doctor,“ Kate greeted them, her expression one of relief. She felt better already for having them here. She looked the Doctor up and down, her new body would take a bit of getting used to but her identity was still unmistakable.

“That’s… the Doctor?“ Gwen raised her eyebrows, mumbling to Martha who was just as surprised.

“I’m sorry to be pulling you away from whatever you’ve got going on…“ Kate hadn’t expected the Doctor to arrive with as big an entourage as she had. She eyed the Doctor’s numerous companions with interest and, in the Master’s case, concern.

“I actually think both our problems might be connected.“ The Doctor didn’t stop to chat, she carried on along the corridor to where she presumed the main working area was.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a cell, would you?“ Vastra asked, giving Kovarian a little shove to walk along.

“Who is she?“ Kate asked with a frown.

“Long story but locking her up would be most helpful,“ the Doctor retorted.

“I’ll see to that,“ Gwen volunteered. They were set up for all eventualities in the hub.

“These are my friends Vastra, Jenny and Strax.“ The Doctor made their introductions as they reached the main area.

“And this…“ Kate had read the files on what had happened with Daniel Barton. It couldn’t possibly be…

“Oh don’t mind me…“ The Master looked around the room, hands in his pockets managing to somehow look bored, and yet scan his surroundings with interest. It was disconcerting.

“Doctor is this a good idea?“ Kate reached for the Doctor’s arm and stopped her in her tracks.

“I told you, I was busy too, there is a lot going on…“ The Doctor replied, watching, as the two Osgoods regarded the Master with surprise and distrust. The last time they had encountered the Master hadn’t ended well. She chose to disregard it for the moment, there were far greater concerns. “You said there were disappearances and potentially experiments going on? Any idea where I can find whoever is behind this?“

“We lost contact with Ryan, Graham and Jack when they were following a lead to an address that seemed to be connected to this project.“ One of the Osgoods spoke up, trying her best to ignore the Master who seemed to be intent on freaking them out as much as possible. He maintained a predatory smirk and mumbled threats. The Doctor hated his sense of humour.

“Daniel Barton is providing funds, that’s about all we know. The address was planted as a trap, we should have realised that,“ Kate continued ruefully.

“We had but they wanted to investigate regardless,“ Martha interjected. It wasn’t that they hadn’t realised that it was a trap, they had just decided to take the risk and it hadn’t paid off.

“Daniel Barton, eh?“ The Doctor regarded the Master with a frown.

“I don’t know what you’re looking at me for,“ the Master snapped, taking her meaning.

“Well, it’s quite the coincidence, isn’t it,“ the Doctor shot back sarcastically.

“Well, who knows maybe it was the Thirteen all along that’s been playing you and been working with the Kassavin.“ The Master rolled his eyes at her.

“Very funny.“

“Just saying, maybe I have been a good boy all along,“ he carried on mockingly.

“Shut up,“ the Doctor groaned, annoyed. She felt herself being pulled back and forth between wanting to trust him and remembering that experience had taught her not. The Master had been a genuine help at Demon’s Run - in his own destructive way, but a help nonetheless. But for whatever reason, the coincidences just kept happening, stacking the deck against him. It was beginning to look purposeful.

“So what is he doing here?“ Martha asked with distaste, recalling her own unpleasant experiences with the renegade Time Lord.

“I found him,“ the Doctor answered vaguely.

“Is he connected to this somehow?“ Kate asked, wondering if it might not be advisable to put him in a cell as well.

“Don’t know yet,“ the Doctor replied thoughtfully and the Master groaned, exasperated.

“Doctor, for the last time, I was sitting on Gallifrey while all this happened…“

“Then why does he have your face?!“ She snapped and he just stared her down, holding her intense, questioning gaze.

“I’m not following…“ Martha shook her head to herself.

“Nothing for your weak little ape brains to worry about!“ The Master exclaimed with surprising rage.

“Get it together,“ the Doctor snarled, her voice threatening as she stepped up to him.

“Stop goading me. I don’t know anything about it.“ The Master didn’t move back, if anything, he stepped even close, his eyes twinkling with madness, his darker instincts seemed to be struggling for control and he was just about holding them at bay.

“Perhaps if you could tell us what you have been doing… you said you thought there was a connection?“ Kate interjected, hoping to calm the situation.

“We have to find where their hideout is.“ The Doctor turned away from the Master, abruptly changing her priorities. She made her way over to the Osgoods at their workstations. “What sort of scanning equipment have you got here?“

“State of the art and then some but what are you looking for?“ One of them asked, relieved to be back in an area they felt comfortable with.

“Time Lord life signs. Scan for people with two hearts. If we connect the hub to my TARDIS, we should be able to do it,“ the Doctor explained, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she considered the logistics.

“You believe other Time Lords are behind this?“ Kate asked, surprised.

“If things are connected then yes, for sure. One particular Time Lord, that is.“ The Doctor nodded. “Chances are the Thirteen will be wherever they’re keeping Ryan, Graham and Jack. And my son.“

“Your son?“ Martha was the first to echo in disbelief while the other UNIT members just stared at the Doctor in shock.

“He was kidnapped, we have been chasing after his kidnappers ever since,“ Vastra interjected sensing that the Doctor’s mind was already on other, more practical matters as she leaned over the computer screens.

“Doctor I’m so sorry, I had no idea…“ Kate started saying but the Doctor wasn’t paying attention.

“He’s bound to have a Time Lord life sign too… between River and me…“ She explained to the Osgoods and took one of their keyboards off them to start typing.

“Right, okay, let’s get to work,“ Martha interrupted the stunned silence, calling them all to action.

——

Unknown location

“Tempting offer, mate, but I don’t think you can just turn people immortal,“ Ryan replied, looking around the room.

“Talking of immortal people, where is Jack?“ Graham asked, noticing his absence.

“Oh, he will be quite useful. He may not have the kind of immortality we are looking for but he might be just what we need to differentiate the genes,“ the blonde man answered graciously.

“Is that what your experiments are about? Making people immortal? You’re not doing a very good job, are you, if you’re killing them,“ Ryan snapped, pulling against restraints that had been fixed to their wrists. They had to find a way of getting out of here and get help, else they would be next in a long line of dead bodies.

“Every attempt takes us closer and we’re confident, we’re almost there now. You could be our first successes,“ the man carried on with charismatic confidence. He seemed awfully convinced of what he was promising.

“If you’re so sure about that, why don’t you try it out on yourself?“ Graham shot back, trying to get out of his restraints as well but to no avail.

“No need, I already have that ability, it’s your species I’m concerned with,“ the man answered and Ryan and Graham exchanged confused glances.

“What?“

Before they could ask any more questions, the door opened at the far side of the room.

“Padrac! There you are!“ A familiar voice barked.

“What…“ Ryan and Graham couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched the Master strolling into the room.

“Impossible.“ Graham shook his head. “She said you’d died on Gallifrey!“

“Did she now?“ The Master barely regarded them with a glance but it seemed to have picked the other man’s interest, who appeared to be called Padrac.

“You know of Gallifrey?“ He raised his eyebrows, surprised. He clearly hadn’t realised who they were.

“’Course we bloody do!“ Ryan snapped but focused his attention back on the Master: “We stopped you once and we will do it again. Just you wait, the Doctor will be on her way, once she realises this has been you all along.“

“The Doctor, ey?“ Padrac smiled, intrigued.

“I very much doubt that, you see, she’s pretty busy right now,“ the Master retorted. “You are the last thing she’s concerned with.“ Then he grabbed the other man by the arm. “Padrac, we need to talk.“

——

Luna University, 52nd Century

“Wow,“ Yaz breathed, looking out of the window as they made their descent to the moon’s surface. The university campus was quite a sight from above. Large domes were keeping the emptiness of space at bay and provided pleasant living conditions for the people below. They docked to what appeared to be a space port, for lack of a better word. It was a tall structure that stuck out between the domes and provided passage into the area below.

“What time period are you from?“ River asked, watching the fascination play on her young face.

“2020,“ Yaz answered absentmindedly as she moved away from the window.

“Ah, a little way off then, Luna University is the hub of academia in my time.“ River gave her a kind smile as she picked up Dorium who scolded her for tipping his box a bit too much. River chose to ignore his protest as they left the shuttle.

“What is your time?“ Yaz asked as they found their way to an elevator that would take them down to the surface.

“That’s a question and a half…“ River chuckled. “My parents were from your time, 2010 or something there about… and I lived there for a while… until the Doctor whisked me away and stranded me here, 52nd century… I guess I consider it my time, that’s where I spent most of my linear life… and it’s where I died. A time traveller doesn’t really have a home but Luna University is as close as it gets for me,“ she explained as they rode the elevator to the surface.

“It’s where you live when you don’t jump through time?“ Yaz understood what she meant. The elevator opened and they stepped out into the foyer of a large building of massive stone and impressive architecture. It reminded Yaz of a class trip they had taken to Oxford once where they had passed by the university. This appeared to be the Oxbridge of the future and it was very impressive.

“I teach here, too,“ River revealed with a smile. “This way.“

“Archeology, wasn’t it?“ Yaz asked as she looked around the entrance area, signs and arrows on the floor indicating which way each department was situated. “Isn’t that cheating when you can visit any time period?“ She realised she was falling behind a little bit, getting distracted by the sheer impressiveness of it all. She quickly caught up to River again.

“I certainly am the most hands-on archeologist out there,“ River chuckled. “Admittedly, not everyone is a big fan of that… but I don’t usually mention the time travel bit. Here we go…“ She grimaced a little, then put on her best smile as a middle aged man hurried to meet them. Quickly, she closed the door on Dorium’s box so as not to draw attention. A muffled protest came from the box but River gave him a little shake to be quiet.

“Ehh… Professor Song?“ The man greeted her, stammering, utterly surprised to see her by the looks of it. He was rather short and unimpressive looking, his suit was ill-fitting and there was a stain on his tie.

“If I have missed any classes, I’m very sorry, my last expedition ran over,“ River explained.

“Ran over? We received word from the Lux Cooperation that you died during the expedition,“ the man replied, utterly stunned upon seeing her. It was understandable given the circumstances.

“As always, accounts of my death have been vastly exaggerated.“ River gave a brilliant smile and a crystal clear laugh, hoping to put the matter to bed, just like that. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get to my quarters…“ She didn’t want to waste time on idle chit chat.

“Well…“ The man went slightly pale around the nose and uncomfortably tugged at his collar to loosen it a little.

“Where are my things?“ River frowned.

“Storage. We tried to reach out for your family but when thirteen different people turned up claiming to be your spouses we decided it best to keep your affects sealed for the time being…“ He answered awkwardly.

“What can I say, I’ve had a good life, didn’t expect them all to come back and haunt me after my alleged death,“ River sighed, though oddly touched that the Doctor would go to such lengths.

“Quite.“ The man cleared his throat. “I’m just gonna need some identification, bio-scan or… just to prove you are who you say you are, you understand… doesn’t happen every day someone returns from the dead…“

“Here, hold Dorium.“ River handed Yaz the box. Dorium complained loudly and the university clerk jumped away from them in shock at the talking box. “Lead the way,“ River sighed at him exasperatedly. “There better not be anything missing!“

——

Torchwood Two Hub, 2021

“Here we go, that should do it.“ The Doctor had finished linking the Torchwood computers to the TARDIS and transferred Time Lord biodata prints across for reference, now it was just a matter of time.

“Scanning now…“ One of the Osgoods announced.

“Two here, that’s the Master and me…“ The Doctor smiled enthusiastically when the first results came in. It was working.

“I still can’t believe you brought him here,“ Martha huffed.

“As it happens, I have been very helpful through this process,“ the Master shot back.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,“ Mickey backed up his wife.

“It might be easier if you start scanning where you lost track of your friends?“ The Master ignored their quips. “Idiots.“

“Doctor, does he really have to be here?“ Kate asked softly, stepping closer to the Doctor. “No-one seems comfortable with having him around.“

“Well, I don’t like being here, and I don’t like playing nice, I would quite happily murder each and every one of you but we can’t all have what we want, can we?“ the Master bellowed, losing his temper at last.

“Master!“ The Doctor snapped, her eyes shooting up to him. They had been toeing a fine line and it was becoming increasingly hard to justify his presence to the others.

“Sorry. Sometimes my emotions run away with me,“ the Master took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Doctor!“ The Osgoods chanted in unison and the Doctor returned her attention to the computer screens.

“There we are!“ She exclaimed excitedly. Finally they were getting somewhere! “But… that’s not possible…“ She frowned, leaning in closer, doubting the findings and her ability to interpret them in equal measures.

“What is it?“ Vastra asked, concerned.

“There are three Time Lord life signs there…“ The Doctor revealed after a moment’s consideration. “Even if the Thirteen really came here and that is where they’re keeping my son, there should only be two…“

“They must have succeeded,“ the Master announced. “With their experiments.“ He laughed and shook his head: “Making more Time Lords, just after I thought I’d wiped them all out… that’s what you think they’re doing, right?“ He looked to the Doctor.

“We have to go now,“ she said, straightening herself up. They had no time to lose. They had no idea what exactly was going on in that place but it was entirely possible that the Master was right.

“I hope you’re not expecting to go alone,“ Kate spoke up and the Doctor looked around, finding everyone getting to their feet, determined faces looking back at her.

“No, I’m not. I’m quite happy to bring down the full force of Torchwood and Unit down on them… whatever it takes to get my son back and stop them,“ the Doctor smiled with vengeful fury behind her calm facade.

——

Luna University 52nd Century

“I can take it from here, thanks.“ River took the key card from the university clerk that had insisted on walking them to the storage area personally. He also insisted on asking the most impertinent questions about what had actually happened to her during the expedition and why she was only returning now. By the time they reached the storage locker, River had had enough.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…“ The clerk started but River interrupted curtly:

“Quite.“ He handed over the key card and when River made no attempt to open the room in his presence, he finally got the message and departed.

“How long have you been dead for?“ Yaz asked as the archeologist unlocked the door at last.

“I’m not quite sure… but it is getting dusty in here, isn’t it,“ River commented as they stepped inside the room and flicked the lights on. They were garish and bright, almost clinical and all of River’s personal effects, her furniture, her books, her life - for all intents and purposes - looked incredibly lifeless, as if they were entering a morgue.

“What exactly are we looking for?“ Dorium asked, as River opened up his box and set him down on a sideboard.

“Well for a start, this,“ River replied when she opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a blaster gun. It appeared out of charge as she checked it over but that was easily remedied.

“Is the Doctor happy about you carrying a gun?“ Yaz raised her eyebrows, remembering many passionate speeches about how terrible guns were.

“Never but they’ve given up arguing,“ River answered with a smirk and attached the gun to her belt.

“Is that ‘cause they always lose the argument?“ Yaz chuckled. Her eyes fell on a box on the desk, full of picture frames that had probably once decorated said desk in the professor’s office. She picked up a picture of River and a tall, white-haired man. They were standing on a balcony, a beautiful sunset stretching across the sky behind them and two large towers of stone in the distance. Yaz turned the picture over, there was a note on the back that read “The Singing Towers, Darillium. “She said she used to be a white haired scotsman…“ Yaz mused as she turned the picture back around and smiled. It was a beautiful picture for sure but what was even more remarkable was the expression on the Doctor’s face. So full of joy and adoration. While River was looking at the camera and smiling, he was looking at her, as if the rest of the universe ceased to exist.

“Yaz?“ River drew her attention.

“Yeah?“ Yaz looked up, blushing a little, quickly she put the picture frame back where she found it, embarrassed. She probably should have asked before looking at her personal effects.

“Can I trust you?“ River asked, searching her expression for a truthful answer.

“Of course, why do you even have to ask that?“ Yaz was genuinely surprised.

“I don’t know you. Vastra, Jenny, Strax, Dorium even… I have history with them, you’re… new,“ River explained and it was obvious that she wasn’t trying to be unkind or distrusting, she simply had to ask before they got any further. “And for what we’re about to do, I need to know I can trust you, completely.“

“Of course. The Doctor is one of my best friends and to think what you’ve been through, both of you… whatever you need, River. I mean it.“ Yaz nodded, her assurances genuine and determined. After everything that had happened to the Doctor, Yaz wanted nothing more than to make sure she got her family back and found some happiness at last. It was long overdue.

“Good. I thought so.“ River smiled and waved her along.

“What exactly are we going to do?“ Yaz asked and picked up Dorium’s box as they carried on further into the room.

“We’re gonna be the cavalry,“ River revealed, she seemed to know exactly what she was looking for.

“And how do you intend to do that?“ Yaz frowned, stopping as River did too, in front of a large cupboard.

“Here we go!“ River announced, full of enthusiasm.

“An old cabinet?“ Yaz asked, confused. It was pretty, solid oak and classical craftsmanship but she couldn’t see how it would help them in their quest.

“I would have thought by now you would check every cupboard for extra dimensions,“ River chuckled as she opened the door.

“It’s a TARDIS?“ Yaz exclaimed as it opened up into a vast room in its own right, fully furnished with computer screens and a control console.

“Let’s go and see what that wife of mine is up to. I imagine there might be trouble as she hasn’t been around to pick us up yet.“ River grinned.

——

The TARDIS

“Are you sure it’s such a good idea to just fly in there?“ Kate attempted to be the voice of reason as they piled into the TARDIS.

“I’m done messing around,“ the Doctor retorted as she started working the controls.

“Just like back in the old days…“ Martha hummed looking around the control room. The Osgoods had agreed to stay behind and provide intel as needed. Everyone else was crowded into the control room.

“Everybody ready?“ The Doctor cut through the chatter. She was tense, it felt like they were finally getting somewhere and she was eager to get going.

“Ready when you are,“ Kate confirmed and there were nods all round. Without further ado, the Doctor launched the TARDIS. Their journey only lasted a few seconds as suddenly, they were knocked forwards, almost as if they had crashed into something. The TARDIS was shaking, instead of grinding to a halt as they had expected, it felt more like they were spiralling.

“Not as easy as all that, is it?“ The Master called over the racket with amusement.

“They’re using some kind of force field, I bounced right off it,“ the Doctor explained, ignoring the Master’s quip.

“If these are Time Lords we’re dealing with, I’m not surprised they prepared for that eventuality,“ Vastra pointed out, just as the Doctor managed to stabilise them.

“Let me try,“ the Master stepped up to the console, pushing her away.

“Don’t be stupid,“ she snapped, giving him a shove in turn but he ignored her, focusing on the controls.

“I’m not being stupid, in fact, I’m being extremely clever, now move,“ he snarled and after a moment’s consideration, the Doctor gave him room.

“Doctor, is this a good idea,“ Vastra mumbled to the Doctor who was watching him work. Before she could reply, the TARDIS ground to a halt.

“We’re in,“ the Doctor realised, surprised. She started laughing with relief. “How did you do that?“ She had watched closely but she couldn’t quite explain what he had done but she didn’t care, he had succeeded. She reached out to touch the controls, scan their surroundings when suddenly, the power started draining. The TARDIS wheezed and whined, almost as if she was in pain. The yellow crystal pillars started dimming, the lights were going out.

“Doctor, what’s happening?“ Kate asked, trying to remain calm as concerned mumbled erupted amongst the companions.

“I… don’t know!“ The Doctor’s fingers flew over the controls, trying to work out what was going on, trying to hold on to her oldest friend but the screens flickered off, the buttons stopped responding and the humming died down. “She’s shutting down!“ She exclaimed, in near panic. They had just landed in enemy territory and the TARDIS stopped working. Why was this happening?

“Oops… we’ll isn’t that unfortunate…“ The Master chuckled and utter silence fell around them, all eyes on him. Before anyone could say as much as “Told you so“, the silence was interrupted by a loud transmission:

“How nice of you to join us, Doctor, raise your hands everyone as you exit the vehicle in an orderly fashion.“

“Padrac?“ The Doctor mumbled, recognising the voice instantly, she was stunned. How was he here? What did he have to do with this? Maybe the Thirteen wasn’t working alone after all… Working with Padrac and probably even working with the person that had led them into this trap. The Doctor looked to the Master who grinned. Despite her better judgement, despite the many lessons she should have learned over millennia… she couldn’t believe she had fallen for it again. He started laughing now, clapping his hands together, enjoying his moment of triumph as silence fell in the lifeless TARDIS.

[wincestisasincest]

Bob Your Head (The Fellowship x Reader)

I HAD A DUMB IDEA BON APPETIT BITCHES.

Summary: You get stopped by a woodland spirit that inhibits you from continuing, before noticing your silky smooth hair. 

Words: 1616 (soz it got way longer than i intended)

Things literally just kept getting weirder and weirder for you. First, you’d fallen into this strange land. Then, you’d joined their crackhead quest. THEN you’d found all of these nerds oddly endearing. AND NOW you were to face to face with this mischievous tree motherfucker. Great.

“Please, I beg your pardon, but our quest is of the utmost sensitivity.” Aragorn communicated with the slender, brown-skinned sprite just as he would a political ally. Big mistake. 

“I am not some king to be courted by you greasy-haired hobo.” As the sprite convulsed, the rest of the trees began to grow around you, and you realized that you were completely trapped in the glenn. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that magic exists in this world, and then it comes back and smacks you in the head like that. 

“Are not the sprites kings of the forest?” Gandalf muttered under his breath. 

“It’s not up for you humans to decide what we are at all, actually.” 

“Okay, well that’s like half of the group, nice.” You said it sarcastically, out of instinct, but the sprite turned to look directly at you. You could feel the leaves begin to touch our arms and legs. Boromir, protector of literally everything he was, put his hand to his sword as the hobbits took a step back. 

“What was that?” His eyes flared with anger. Legolas coughed, looking at Aragorn, Gimli, and Gandalf like he was expecting them to do something, but the just stood watching you in fear. That’s enough fear for one group, though, and you took it on yourself to act at least a little brave.

“I said that’s half of the group, bro. Like, him,” you pointed to Boromir, “and him,” you pointed to Aragorn, “and me are human. Gandalf, I don’t know what he is, but it’s not human, Gimli, well, he’s a dwarf, that long haired guy is Legolas, an elf, and all of these peeps,” you gestured to the hobbits at your side, “are hobbits. So, uh, you got some of it right, I guess?” 

Aragorn facepalmed. Pippin seemed more intrigued by what you were doing, and almost opened his mouth to add something on to it before Merry nudged him aggressively. 

“Is that so?” the sprite raised an eyebrow. You nodded. 

“You’re not from here, are you?” You nodded yet again, suddenly aware of everything on your body that was modern, from your t-shirt under your tunic to your undergarments to your sneakers. 

“What gave it away?” You made eye contact with Frodo, who looked like he was about to cry. You recall that one night at the campfire he had shared stories of sprites that he’d learned back in the shire. He was shoulder to shoulder with Sam, looking utterly terrified. 

“Everything, human. What’s your name?” 

“Y/n” You flipped your hair back sassily. At this point, Boromir had put his sword away, but he still appeared very much on guard. 

“Where does one get a name like that?” You could swear that this man was writing a Wikipedia article on you.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Mr., uh-” 

“Elmwood. Call me Elmwood.” You swallowed the urge to call his name redundant. 

“Well, Mr. Elmwood, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you where I come from, and everything about me, if you let our lovely party pass.” You smiled, pleased with your own cleverness. Thus far, you felt as though you had been more of a burden to the group than anything, but now you were actually contributing. 

“Hm. No.” He put a finger to his chin, looking displeased. Even Gandalf was somewhat surprised, leaning in front of Legolas to get a better view of your conversation, almost as if he was expecting something. 

“Look, all we wanna do is-” You were not about to take his bullshit.

“I know what I want from you, human. You, you woman.” Ah yes. We have a real observant one here. Though some members managed to remain contained, the hobbits, especially Merry and Sam, visibly cringed. They were far more familiar with having unchangeable qualities about themselves being used as insults.

“Well spotted. Well, what is it? I haven’t got all day.” You wondered to yourself if they could smell fear, like dogs. Behind him, you noticed Aragorn reach for his sword and rest his hand on the hilt, while Legolas and Gimli exchanged a glance before getting into a stance that would easily allow them to grab their weapons at any time. Boromir whispered something in Gandalf’s ear, but Gandalf just shushed him. 

“That hair of yours. I want it.” Now everyone, including yourself, simply looked confused. Your hair had grown long and soft since you had come to Middle Earth, as your general lack of upkeep had allowed it to return to its natural state. To be honest, for a while, it was the least of your problems.

“My hair?” You reached up and touched your tendrils. They had dried well in the sun. 

“Stop this nonsense. Y/n, you don’t have to-” Boromir stepped forward. Aragorn placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down, Boromir. Though, he is correct y/n. We can always take the long way round if you would rather not.” The hobbits nodded affirmatively. 

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s not that big a’ deal. Just sorta weird.” You fingered around on your belt before landing on a dagger, a gift from Elrond, that you had yet to use. You slid your finger across the blade. It was mighty sharp. 

“Y/n, are you sure?” Legolas stepped forward, deeply rooted with some sort of concern. 

“Lass, I wouldn’t mind takin’ the long way round.” Gimli nodded. 

“Yeah, we’re durable!” Pippin called from the hobbit group, to which Merry and Frodo affirmatively nodded, while Sam continued to look on.

“I would hate for you to lose your lovely hair, Miss Y/n.” Sam said softly.

Gandalf stayed silent, calmly waiting for you to make your decision. 

“Uh, guys, it’s not that big a deal. My hair is not that important to me, like, it’s fine.” Before any more protests, you pulled your hair back, lifted the dagger slightly under your chin, and sliced, feeling the weight vanish from the back of your head. 

Your hands clutched a fistful of your locks, leaving you a very blunt bob cut. Though there were no mirrors to look at, you ran a hand through your hair, only to feel a wave of adrenaline run through you as you felt the emptiness behind your back. You shook your hair a little bit before making eye contact with the sprite again, who seemed awfully pleased with himself. 

“Well, here ya go,” You offered the fistful of locks to him, which he approached cautiously before snatching from you, “Now can we pass?”

“Sure, just mind where you step.” The sprite didn’t look you in the eye, but was too busy playing with the hair that was once yours. And just like that, he disappeared into who knows where, leaving a vacancy. 

You peered around. All eyes were on you, some with concern, others with pity, and only one, Gandalf, with understanding. You sheathed the dagger and put in back on your belt, before running your hand through your hair once more. 

“Are you alright, Miss Y/n?” Merry, bless him, looked at you with wide eyes. You awkwardly smiled. 

“Yeah, y’all, I’m fine, it’s really not that big of a deal. It saved us a lot of walking, that’s for sure.” You tried to ease the awkwardness as you looked forward.

“Y/n, if you require us to explain to people the situation with your hair, we would be more than glad too-” 

“Situation?” You cut Aragorn off. You didn’t mean to sound angry, but this sort of confusion was frustrating you. 

“There is no need to get angry, Y/n.” Gandalf sagely said. 

“What? No, I’m not angry, I’m just confused. Is there some hair stuff I don’t know about?” 

“I think what they mean to say,” Gimly stepped forward, “is that your hair is far more befitting of a young lad than it is a proper lady.” Everyone else nodded with agreement.

“Wait,” you paused, “Is short hair not a thing here?” Everyone looked amongst themselves awkwardly, but thankfully your own memories were there to ask you questions. Now, pretty much every man in this world, save for the hobbits, had longer hair than you, and the women all had hair down to the middle of their backs, at the very least.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” you said understandingly, “though like I said, I don’t really care. You don’t need to explain it to anyone, it doesn’t bother me, short hair is very common where I come from. Besides, now it can stop getting in my face when I’m trying to do things.” You giggled, and you could see Aragorn and Gandalf adopt small traces of smiles. 

“It’s common where you come from?” Frodo inquired.

“Yeah, like we would call this a bob cut. Cause it bobs.” You shook your head to demonstrate the bobbing effect, and the small crowd of hobbits laughed. 

Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir still didn’t appear to be convinced, but Gandalf didn’t have time for their shenanigans. 

“Well, now that that’s settled, on we go!” He lead with his staff, to which the hobbits quickly trotted behind, followed by you, then a tentative Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir, and finally a patient Aragorn, holding up the back. 

Wherever you went after, you could feel eyes on your short hair, though you didn’t mind. It was the least strange thing that had happened to you so far. 

[vigilantetendencies]

Snippet/random writing

My best boy Uriah and his unfortunate partner Xander and a little summary/snippet thing I did for them.

Heavily based in the world of Danny Phantom.

He shook with anger, eyes hard as his fists clenched at his sides. He had done nothing wrong! He never had. He had only ever existed and somehow that was enough for everyone around to pin him as the villain.

"You want a bad guy?" He asked, voice cracking as his eyes glowed. "I'll give you a bad guy!" He felt his body pulse with his emotions, years of beatings and descrimination against his genetic coding having built up into a horrifying display of power. He never wanted to be the monster- he had never asked for the honor of being feared and avoided. But if these spirits wanted a monster then they would have one; and he would do his damnedest not to disappoint.

He lunged forward, symbols glowing on his palms as he connected with one of the guards, throwing him away as his hands sucked the ectoplasm from his body. Uriah hardly paid attention, eyes hard as the ghosts that were moments ago cowering were now coming at him desperately.

It wasn’t long before there were bodies scattered across the room, Uriah panting in the middle of them while lowering the last attacker to the ground. He tried to wipe ectoplasm from his cheek and only succeeded in smearing it, standing tall and frowning down at the body at his feet.

“This didn’t have to happen,” He told it, knowing none of them could hear him.

He suddenly saw movement out of the corner of his eye, remembering where he was. He spun around, finding a man leaning up against the doorway to the room. He had an unreadable expression, and Uriah tensed in anticipation of another battle.

“My entire army,” the man rumbled, golden eyes roaming over Uriah’s body. “You took down my entire army in a matter of minutes.” There was no clear indication of what the man was feeling. It didn’t sound like anger or disappointment. Rather, it might have been intrigue. The man pushed away from the wall and started toward Uriah, the smaller male getting ready for anything. "I'm not looking for a fight, so you can relax. Or…” He grinned. “Did you want my help with that?” It came out as a purr and Uriah’s mind stalled for a moment, shoulders slumping as he heard the rumble of the man’s voice.

Was he- Was he hitting on Uriah after he’d just mopped the floor with his army?

The man walked around him, very obviously looking him over and sizing him up.

“And what important business brings a hunter into my castle? I doubt you came here to let me make you my play thing.”

“-Play thing-? What, no-” Uri felt his face warm up, trying to step away from the other man. He succeeded in putting distance between them, again tensing up. “I’m here to stop you from threatening the people of Aesop’s pyramids.” He puffed out his chest, eyes hard.

“Aesop couldn’t be bothered to come here himself? Shame.” He paused. “Even if you’re scrawny at least you’re easy on the eyes. More so than that winged brute.” The man suddenly looked disinterested, looking at the back of his hand before starting to walk away. “If that’s all then you can tell him his message was received but I still expect payment.”

“I’m not your messenger,” Uriah stated with finality. “I’m here for Aesop and Aesop alone. Unlike you, Aesop has better things to do than to send threats and hire prejudiced men to work for him.” He stuck his nose in the air, eyes glowing harshly.

“Is that it? You throw little tantrums when people don’t like you?” No, he wasn’t going to play into this man’s stupidity- “You think it’s fair because you were ridiculed and made to be the bad guy but what you’ve done here hardly looks like the work of an upstanding citizen.”

“Everyone is always going to condemn everything I do.” Uriah became less tense, looking away. “I won’t take judgement from any of you. Let alone a bully.” Uriah met his eyes once more before spinning to the door, beginning to walk out. He could feel Xander’s mood drop briefly before he called out to him.

“If you ever want a good time come back, little hunter.”

He frowned; what an appalling man.

“I’m surprised,” Aesop told Uriah, looking at the man sitting on the column next to his throne. He looked miserable, wearing one of the loincloths that everyone in the pyramids wore. He wasn’t often found shirtless out of human pride of some sort, but the heat had gotten the best of him. He was a sweating, dull mess so Aesop tried to make him feel at least a bit better. “Xander hasn’t so much as sent a threatening letter. Whatever you did must have worked.”

Uriah looked over, blinking.

“I only talked to him.”

“And wiped out his entire army, I hear. You’re not one to attack unless provoked, I was surprised.” He could see Uriah slump.

“I really didn’t like it.” He could hear someone approaching the room from down the hall but paid no attention. “When I use my powers I think it takes away energy from people. I always feel so jacked up after and I never know what to do with all the energy.”

“I could think of a few things,” a voice called over the room. Both Aesop and Uriah looked at the doorway at the front of the room, none other than Xander standing there.

“It’s awfully bold of you to come right into my castle,” Aesop frowned, upset that he had spoken too soon.

“You say it like anything is going to happen to me.”

Uriah looked at Aesop.

“Can I hit him!? I want to hit him-”

“Uriah, stand down.”

“I’m not here to fight,” Xander stood a few feet in front of them, smirking. “I’ve actually come here to inform you that I won’t be making a nuisance of myself anymore.”

“Really.” Aesop smiled a bit. “Me and my people appreciate it.”

“What’s it going to cost?” Uriah stood, crossing his arms.

“Mm, the get up is enough.” It took him a second, but Uriah realized the statement was directed at him. He gave a small squeak as he tried to somehow hide his exposed skin, hearing Aesop try and hide a laugh. 

“Hey!”

“Apologies, little one. Why don’t you go and see how Anu is doing in the kitchen while we discuss these events?” Uriah happily took the escape, practically sprinting when he heard Xander whistle at his back side.

The brunette was not happy when it was later revealed that Xander was staying longer than just a conversation. He made a point to avoid him, trying to focus on helping out Aesop’s people.

It was like this for around a week, Uriah avoiding Xander and giving snarky retorts to his flirtatious remarks, but in the midst of the night Uriah came sprinting into the main hall, pulling his own clothes on again.

“Master Rakov-” Anu tried to stop him, setting down a pot on a table near the throne. "We talked about you dashing off like this!"

“No, Anu, I have to go-” He stumbled, buttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off of his shoulder to pull it on next, dropping his shoes and hoodie on accident. “Shit-”

“Uriah?” Aesop came into the hall, robe draped around his toned body. “Are you leaving us?”

“I-I had-” He groaned as he fell on his rear, pulling his shirt on as Xander entered the hall next. “I have to go- They need me-”

Aesop sighed, nodding.

“I understand.” That was it; Uriah pulled the rest of his clothes on and was suddenly gone.

Xander stared with confusion clear on his features, looking at Aesop for an answer. “Hunters are born with the ability to have foresight related to their abilities, like a premonition. Most hunters are moulded to become killers of all ghosts, but Uriah’s upbringing allows him to see when people need help rather than point him in the direction to kill.”

Xander nodded, watching the empty spot where Uriah had just been.

Peculiar.

The next meeting was a rather odd one.

Aesop had let Uriah come back around a few times, and in those times he saw Uriah mature more and more into an adult.

Xander was around some of these visits, but often times Uriah was so busy with Aesop’s people and other tasks that he couldn’t hardly give Xander a sarcastic comment. And- damn, did he want to do that so bad.

As Uriah got older he got more muscular, but not terribly so. He became more bold and much more interesting to listen to.

Finally it seemed like Uriah was not so busy that he couldn’t talk; It had been...What, two years? He was settled outside Aesop’s castle, floating in the water of the pool. He only had on a pair of shorts, his scarred up body sprawled out for Xander to oggle at shamelessly.

Had he always been so pockmarked? Not that Xander minded, he was a firm believer in scars being beautiful and showing one’s bravery. But he just...hadn’t recalled anything adorning his tanned skin when they’d last really talked all that time ago.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Uriah called from the pool, not even opening his eyes. Xander came closer, sitting on an intricately carved bench and grinning.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you do something other than run around like a maniac,” he commented. “And it looks like you’ve been busy, did you get mauled?” He watched as Uriah opened his eyes, glancing over. Shit- Touchy subject. “It’s hot, so don’t look so offended. You were pretty to look at before, but now I might find myself thinking of you at night when I-”

He was suddenly hit with a wave of water and this brought him to laughter.

“You’re not even qualified to kiss my big toe let alone jack off to me.” Uriah was standing in the pool now, arms crossed. “Don’t you have something better to do than to irritate me? Oh, there are some new guys in Aesop’s harem, maybe you should go fuck with them.”

Ooh, spicy- How exciting this man always was!

“Mm, I prefer my merchandise new, not secondhand.” Uriah made a face at the implication, cheeks reddening in confirmation. “Wait- I was right?” Truth be told, that was a little surprising. Humans and ghosts weren’t so different in that they enjoyed pleasure and affection, but he guessed Uriah’s life didn’t allow much freedom to explore and indulge.

Xander laughed, holding his stomach in glee.

“Sorry not all of us are sexual deviants who rely on one night stands to make us feel better about ourselves.”

“Oh, I can promise you, I’d like for you to be so much more than a one night stand.” That snapped Uriah back into embarrassment, though he didn’t leave.  “You’re not running off, that’s a surprise. Have you decided that I might be worth a chance?”

Uriah’s demeanor changed, eyes lowered and shoulders slumped.

“I’ve spent two years fighting in the slums.” That explained the innuendos and language as of late. “After what I’ve seen I realized that there were plenty of worse things out there than you.” There was silence, Uriah’s gaze on the bottom of the pool. He hadn’t even heard Xander climb into the pool before he was splashed.

“Lighten up kid,” Uriah choked on water, blinking at Xander. “You wanna get your mind off of it? I know a good way to-”

Uriah splashed the water back at Xander, the older ghost laughing and diving at him.

“Why don’t you get lost-” Uriah hissed, just before he was tackled into the water.

He couldn’t help but smile a little.

Xander had to leave the pyramids shortly after their conversation.

Of course, they were both mildly a nuisance to one another, but it made Xander a happy man to talk to Uriah.

He prayed they’d see each other soon enough.

And, lo and behold, they did.

Suddenly Uriah was in his kingdom- His very own kingdom once more- and it didn’t look like he was on any sort of killing spree.

But Xander had also made a point to educate his men and women on Uriah’s endeavors as a hunter. So, no one was attacking him.

Uriah was in the center of town, poking his nose into the market and seeming to be on the lookout for something specific.

“If you’re looking for my bedroom it’s in the castle,” He commented, leaning over Uriah’s shoulder as he looked at journals on a stand. The smaller man jumped, spinning around and jamming a hand to Xander’s chest before seeing it was him.

“Ooh, save that for later, that might be kind of kinky-”

“I could have killed you!” Uriah shoved him away.

“I doubt it,” Xander shrugged. “What brings you to my corner of the ghost zone? Had enough of Aesop’s harems and sun?”

Uriah rubbed his sunburnt arm absently.

Right. Xander always forgot that Uriah was still among the living.

“Maybe a little,” He confessed. “But I really need a new journal. I heard the best book makers reside here, so.” He smiled a little.

“What do you need a journal for? Don’t your hands just…” Xander made a gesture with his hands as if to ask if the books wound up flames.

“I can control the fire, Xander, Uriah deadpanned. “And I write in them. That’s what they’re for.” He picked one up, running his hand over the cover with adoration.

“Will you be here a while? There are plenty of other places in the kingdom that don’t get enough attention, I can show you around.” Pause. “As long as you don’t light them on fire or try and kill everyone there--” Uriah spun to Xander and the two began to bicker again, smacking him with the journal before looking at the vendor.

“I’m buying this,” He clarified before hitting Xander again.

Uriah was surprised when Xander actually stayed by his side and showed him around the kingdom of Erimell. They bickered quite a bit, but eventually they fell into a less back and forth rhetoric and into a more calm and even friendly atmosphere, much like how they had left things at the Pyramids.

Xander couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to the boy; Though, that isn’t what he was anymore. Uriah certainly had his boyish charm but he was growing into less of an amusing nuisance. Now Uriah looked like an adult; A little hardened to the world’s evils yet still maintaining his typical excitement and...purity. Something about Uriah was just different than most people and ghosts Xander dealt with. He wasn’t here for political gain or power in any sense, he was just...a guy, buying a journal, spending the day looking around a dead kingdom because he found it fascinating.

“What is it?” Uriah snapped him out of his thoughts, looking at him as he leaned over an intricately carved wooden railing that surrounded the gothic castle they were looking at. “Pretty sure I told you last time I saw you that pictures last way longer than staring like a creep.”

Xander smirked.

“I don’t think you’d supply me with the kind of pictures I’d like.” He watched Uriah’s face contort in embarrassment, red spreading across his cheeks.

“If you’re trying to flirt you’re doing a really bad job at it,” The brunette informed him.

“I’m doing just fine,” Xander retorted. “You’re just not into it. Now, what could a runt like you be into…” Xander licked his lips, catching Uriah’s gaze flicking to his tongue briefly.

“I have things to do,” Uriah huffed, pushing off of the railing. “If you’re that thirsty then I suggest you get a drink- And no, not from me.” Uriah glared at Xander, pulling his bag in front of himself to dig through it in search of his map of the ghost zone.

“Aw, cold.” Xander remained unaffected, looking at Uriah’s map. “You could just ask for directions, what are you looking for?”

“A place to stay.” Uriah looked a little...darker as he said that. “Some..stuff...happened back home and…” He was quiet and Xander almost didn’t catch it when he reached up to wipe at his eyes. “Anyways, there aren’t exactly a lot of hotels in the ghost zone.”

“It’s almost like there’s an entire castle at my disposal,” Xander sarcastically commented, watching Uriah give him a look.

“Oh, and I’m sure your men are going to welcome me in with open arms after last time.”

“No one remembers. You killed them all. Now come on.” Xander began walking, glancing back at a hesitant Uriah and sighing. “You have to make everything difficult.” He came back over and snatched up Uriah’s things, the brunette giving a surprised “Hey!” as he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Look, kid, the ghost zone is a huge place full of bad people. Bad people who seek power and have nothing better to do than to pick fights. The rumor that there’s a hunter running around freely is spreading like wildfire and while I know you can handle yourself I’d hate to see you get upset if something happened. So shut up and take the free room.” Uriah did just that, hanging limply on Xander’s shoulder- Until one of Xander’s hands grabbed his ass.

“Put me down!”

“Definitely not happening.”

[smolbeandrabbles]

Protector - Director Orson Krennic x Reader 3 (Rogue One)

Gif Credit: X

I Think He Knows (Part 1) / Hero (Part 2)

Author’s Note:  Just when you thought they were gonna get away with this...

Part 3 of this series that has come from the brilliant mind of @purebloodwitch​ ❤

I got you your angst and drama this time 😉😉

She also introduced me to this song Protector - City Wolf and quite honestly if it isn’t the theme, not just for this series, but for this couple then I don’t know what is! Give it a listen, it’s a truly excellent track! 👌🎉

* I spelled Scarif correct this time-!

Disclaimer: Rogue One characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine / I’m sure I take liberties with the SW universe... but here we are!

Premise: In the aftermath of your actions on Scarif, you are reprimanded and grounded until further notice. The Empire need you, however - and are about to make you an offer they think you can’t refuse...

Words: 6762

Warnings: Swearing / angst/hurt 

______ You don't have to be alone all by yourself Tired of doing things just to save your mental health You made a wish and then you lost it down the wishing well But when you're with me There's no need to be So tell me is there somewhere else that you wanna go? Cause you've been running round in circles, stuck in slow-mo I've got that feeling that you really wanna hit the door If you've lost the fight Then let's win the war When you're tired of hiding And you've gotta run, hop right in Sit shotgun, I'm driving I'll be your protector Who's gonna be there when Everything is tumbling down? Who's gonna be there when You fall to keep you off of the ground? I'll be your shelter They'll never get ya So stay with me and I'll be your protector No it ain't easy to survive up in these city streets Lookin' for someone to help you when you scrape your knees Takin' too many punches, now it's getting hard to breathe I'll be your reason so you can believe Are you waiting for someone? Just hold on, here I come To fix when you're undone You're standing on the edge now, stay close I'm going twelve rounds, ready for another dose Steel chin, and a fist made of metal Look at my face, serious as a heart attack Comin' in your corner, shades on, dressed in black I'll be your shelter They'll never get ya So stay with me and I'll be your protector ---

News of the aftermath of your involvement with the battle over Scarif reached the upper echelons of the Empire a little slower than you expected. That or they had to deliberate a long time on it. Funnily enough the rumours swelled first and a lot of the lower ranked officers now liked staring at you in awe. “Is she the one that decked Tarkin-!?” “She’s got balls-! Damn-!”

That joy didn’t last too long though. And you eventually got called into your commanding officers office and reprimanded. (Although apparently his personal opinion was good on you) However, his opinion didn’t count for much and they grounded you until further notice. When you politely enquired as to how long that would be, no one could tell you, or refused to entertain the question.

Tully was right though; they didn’t take your ship away or demote you. They’d need you in this war with the Rebellion and would probably spring something on you without a moments warning. Which meant although you were grounded, your ship was still out there in space - Jerod at the helm until you came back. You supposed you were lucky they didn’t give her to someone else - but wondered, with the way you’d built up your crew, how many would mutiny at the very idea of someone else as their captain.

Krennic now has some spare time on his hands and was trying to gather his reputation again. Now he found his project load a lot quieter, they had him running some mundane intelligence missions. Which meant you found him hanging around Coruscant a lot, drawing. Often when you were running back and forth between military briefings. Because grounded you may have been, but in the know you still were. Which was great, because he’d always be waiting in just the right place, and you could give him updates. Although the first couple of times he did it Krennic did manage to startle you, until you caught on: “Are you following me-!?” “Knowing where you are at all times is my job.” “The Bureau has you tailing me-!?” “No...” he tipped his head “I just figure you’re going to be the one who has the vital information on  what I’ve been asked to do - therefore, who better to tail?” He had a point you supposed; but his stalking meant that sometimes you got to admire his architectural sketches and it was one of your favourite parts of the day. If you had time you liked to sit and ask what he was working on. Perhaps gather some intelligence of your own that you could take into your next meeting, and of course, give him a kiss on the cheek before you hurried off that Orson so thoroughly deserved.

 ***

Eventually you started receiving offers for work elsewhere. Though you weren’t looking to be anywhere but back on The Resolution right now. And then, one evening you got an offer that was far more interesting, pinged into your inbox. ‘Y/N, I am under the impression that you dislike being grounded. As I have been notified that you are consistently requesting a timeframe on the ending of this. There is a way around staying here, and it’s fairly simple. Grand Moff Tarkin will be on Coruscant in the coming days for final preparations in the efforts against the rebellion. Meet me tomorrow and we can discuss arranging a briefing with him. Further details to follow.’

 Of course the first thing you did was alert your intelligence beau to the meeting time and place. For one, it seemed awfully shady - even if it was going to get you in the sky again - and you didn’t really want to turn up to a meeting like this without backup. When you walked cautiously into the government building, Krennic was already there - leaning so casually against an inlying colonnade he almost blended in.  You paid each other no mind as you continued to walk through into the main hallway. It appeared deserted; save for the single person you knew you were here to meet. “General L/N.” You held you hand out to shake with a smile; “Baryon, I hear you can get me off the ground again.” “Indeed I can - if you��re ready?” You laughed, politely, “Far more than ready. If only you’d presented the solution earlier-!” He smiled, but it was thin, and lacked warmth. Immediately you were on high guard, you didn’t like where this could go; “Yes.” When he offered no more conversation, you prompted; “I believe your email message told me it was simple...?” “Very. If you would be inclined to apologise to Tarkin.” You very nearly scoffed, but decided you might be able to swallow your pride on that one to get your crew back. “Oh. Yeah, that doesn’t sound so hard. Forgive and forget and all that.” You hoped you didn’t sound as sarcastic as you seemed “Yes,” he nodded, “There is one other, small thing...” This was where it started becoming less easy, you decided. “Go ahead.” “The Death Star plans.” Ah, shit, here we go... “What of them?” You feigned ignorance. “Well it’s no secret that you and Director Krennic are close.” You didn’t exactly appreciate the way Baryon decided to say it either, causing your response to sound affronted. “Correct.” “Well. Then you must have access, or at least know a way to gain access to his files?” You folded your arms, “Mhm.” In fact, you knew all of Krennic’s passwords and where he stored all his backup drives too, but you weren’t about to tell this man that “You could say that.” “Then this should be easy for you.” He spread his hands as if it was all so obvious. “You haven’t told me what I’m supposed to do, yet.” “It’s simple. We need the plans, Krennic has them - you’re our in.” You blinked a couple of times, “Sorry... let me get this straight... you would like me to steal the Death Star plans, for you-!? After someone – the Rebellion, I might add! - just attempted the same thing on Scarif!?” “Steal? He’ll simply give them to you.” You’d have laughed the guy out of the building right then and there if you didn’t think this information intriguing. Krennic wouldn’t let you touch any of that unless it was over his dead body. Especially not now. “What if he says no?” “Someone with as much insight into the Director as you must have a way... Charm him.” Sleep with him to get the plans? Was that what they were really suggesting? You bit your lips together; Well. Looks like I’m still grounded. “What if I refuse?” “Then you won’t get back to your beloved Resolution.” You tipped your head, pretending for a moment that it was a hard choice. At least Jerod was in charge. But there was no way in hell that you could do that to Krennic. Not after all this. “I’m sorry. I can’t do what you’re asking of me.” Baryon’s face fell for a second before he tried again, “If you will not charm him - force him. You can give it up now, Krennic’s next to worthless...” He gave a shrug “and when you give us those plans, he’ll be even more so.” Your eyes narrowed; “Give what up?” “The front.” “What front?” “The relationship.” Suddenly the Empire’s angle on your relationship came into focus, and your relatively stoic nonchalance for the whole situation became a hard glare – and you put all your agitation into your words; “I ask again - What. Front.” “Ah, God. You’re not actually in love with him-!?” You measured him up for half a second, deciding he was serious; “Fuck you. This conversation is over.” “General-!” You wheeled around from the walk away you’d already begun, deciding to correct him first; “High General. You thinking I’d give the plans up was laughable, before what you just said. Don’t you ever contact me again.” Baryon sighed, and none too gently; “The next person that comes for them won’t be half as nice...” You scoffed, opting to return to your walk away before answering back; “Let them come. My answer will be the same-!!”

Your mind was reeling. Was that the only way back-!? Giving up everything your partner had worked so hard for to the other side? All that research!!? They had the weapon, and had stolen that from him too, what the hell did they want with the rest of it? To take everything about his greatest achievement away so he couldn’t use it? Well then they’d want all the backups too, wouldn’t they? They’d have to know he made copies. Someone would certainly know, who could casually drop it into conversation – and you wouldn’t put it passed anyone who wanted to climb the ladder by pushing someone else off it. They’d want him to destroy all his copies? Maybe they wondered what could be on them that the rebels would want? Maybe they just couldn’t work the damn thing without him and we’re too stubborn to admit it.

You slowed only when you approached the colonnades again, knowing he would still be there.  And would have heard every word. Your eyes darted to both sides searching for him and eventually Krennic had to clear his throat to get your attention. You checked you weren’t being followed before you strolled over to him; “Can you believe this shit-!?” “Yes. To be honest.” Orson leant his head back to gaze at the ceiling “Thank God you said no!” “You know what they’re trying to do right!?” “Use us against one another...” He mused, “luckily I can trust you and know it won’t work. But this time it’s personal – and they are out for blood, clear as day.” “Well what have intelligence asked you for-!?” “Checking in on all your movements, they know what happened on Scarif, Y/N - they want to know your reasons.” “Are you telling me they think I’m working with the rebels-!?” “I didn’t say that.” Though the look on his face gave his true answer “FUCK-!” You thought twice about punching the stone; “What is this!?” “Easy. They want you back up there and me with nothing. But I already cleared you, so, that’s probably why he sent you the message in the first place. Doesn’t mean I won’t be keeping an eye on you.” “Orson...” You shook your head, “Babe, you know I would never...” “Of course I do. Don’t worry about it. But they’ll want me to relay this conversation. Byron might even report back that you were on the verge of agreement...” Krennic tipped his head, “One thing is clear they want us apart,” he pointed behind him, “this has all come from Tarkin, Make no mistake...” You breathed out gently, in agreement “Yeah. I know that. I do know that...”

 *** The agent was right – he wasn’t the only one who tried to solicit you with promises of getting back into space if you only handed over the Death Star documents. Most of the time they got a snarky reply back like; Well if Tarkin hadn’t destroyed Scarif there would be plans there-! And by the fifth time, when they got a little more urgent and a lot less polite about it – you were getting sick of repeating yourself. “Do you actually have copies of all your work just lying around?” Krennic paused his stroll across the living room and turned back to you cautiously; “…Why?” “Well this would be simpler if there weren’t any.” He looked momentarily horrified – “You know damn well how long that research took me! Took US! Everyone that worked on this project – that’s ALL we have left. My copies.” You held your hands up defensively, hoping he didn’t think that it would cross your mind even once to deliver the Empire those copies. For one, you thought they ought to be coming to him for them. Why weren’t they, was a more interesting question. Maybe they just wanted to see how far they could push your relationship – they’d be sorry they ever did. “…I’m just thinking that if they were somewhere I didn’t know about, we’d be safer?” He inclined his head slightly, piercing blue eyes squinting at you; “We’d?” “…We’ve both been thinking it Orson, this is about FAR more than just the plans. And I’m-” Scared? Worried? Upset? Angry? All of the above? You swallowed and opted not to continue. Krennic strode back to you slowly, holding his hand out to take yours; “Darling, we’ll be fine… But if it would make you feel better, I can move all my research somewhere safer – that you won’t have access to. Therefore when they enquire, you really won’t know.” You used his outstretched hand to pull yourself up and into his arms; “Babe, I’m just-” you buried your face into his shoulder and mumbled it; “I don’t know what’s going on.” He kissed your hair softly, his own voice quiet and thoughtful; “I’ll look into it, okay? Someone in the Bureau must know what’s going on. Be careful, I don’t like it either. Not when it’s this persistent.” You pulled away from him – voice suddenly commanding; “Hide those plans, Director.” Orson smiled gently at the dead serious look on your face, “Yes M’am.”

 So he did so – and you had no idea where. Before you knew it his digging around in intelligence had him exploring leads off planet, and upon your instruction to follow them, Krennic had to kiss you goodbye. “Just, keep me updated. Discreetly.” “Of course. You be careful down here. And if they do call you back, well, obviously I want to be the first to congratulate you…” He smirked over the word congratulate and you shook your head, “Well you better be ready to get your new ship over to mine then.” “Ah-! You heard!” He grinned. Of course you knew – people within engineering had already complained loudly enough before, when he’d had the first ship built. After it’d been ruined on Scarif, Krennic needed a new one – but he wanted an upgraded version, faster, lighter, sleeker. And you had heard the screaming from your office: “HE WANTS WHAT-!? I’M NOT BUILDING THAT OBSOLETE MODEL FOR A SECOND TIME!!!” And had simply chuckled into your coffee. It had been built though, but you hadn’t seen it yet. “It’s faster than the old one, I’d be with you in no time.” “Good…” You couldn’t help but smirk back, and brush your lips to his one more time; “Then you can get that ass of yours in my bed.”

*** It was hard being away from him, considering you’d both had to be here for so long and by now you’d grown used to his company. But it got interesting when the Resolution got pulled into docking. With Krennic updating you as often as he could, you were happy to tell him that you got to see your ship again. Jerod was there to receive you, looking pretty good in his command uniform, as you sprinted down the dock ramps to him. “What did you do to my ship-!?” “Nothing, General, she’s fine!!” “Fine, my ass--!” You reigned yourself into a walk, and then slowed to a halt in front of him, cheerful smile on your face “What are you doing in dock?” “To be honest we don’t know.” He gave a genuine shrug; “We thought you might be able to fill us in.” You folded your arms, “I’ve heard nothing. Been bribed plenty. I hope they don’t think that because Orson’s off planet I’ll cave. But seeing her…” You traced your eyes over the hull of the Resolution with a smile, she was gorgeous, and you missed being her captain terribly. But you refused to give up the work of the man you loved so much to be aboard her again. Your heart could yearn this as much as it wanted – it would have a harder time betraying him, and yearning for a love it had lost for itself. You shook your head as several unfathomable emotions coursed through you, and you pursed your lips. You weren’t sure the right way to finish that sentence either. “Maybe they’re going to give her back to you.” “Ha.” You scoffed, and highly doubted it. But then maybe Tully was right – maybe they really couldn’t do this without you. Maybe they had finally given up. “Perhaps. I guess I’ll wait that one out.” You turned your eyes on him, and then decided to grin; “…In the meantime, thank you for looking after her Jerod.” “Oh!” His smile was bashful and he bowed to your rank, “You’re very welcome. It’s been a pleasure.” *** You read the title of the email twice. Wine glass half way to your lips – although you’d quite forgotten about it. Everything was suddenly frozen in time. And the chimes coming from your datapad to alert you to other incoming messages and documents couldn’t draw your attention from those words. “For the Urgent Attention of High General F/N L/N.” it appeared to have no sender, and it wasn’t even the urgent that grabbed you, you’d seen people pull shit like that all the time in the clamour to catch the attention of a busy General such as yourself. It was the next part that had you; “Presence Requested on Mustafar.” No one ever got called there, not for anything good. And the one time Krennic went it hadn’t exactly been his finest hour. But you?!  What exactly had you done that warranted an audience with Vader? You swallowed hard. Now you were really in trouble. And you knew even dating someone in intelligence couldn’t save you.

 You threw the email to Orson just in case – asking him what the hell he thought was up. Krennic came back barely a second later imploring you to go, but that he had no idea. And neither did he respond with any further information than that, suggesting that he’d come to a dead end. Or there was something more worthy of his time, considering what he was actually off planet for. You made a stop off to the Intelligence Bureau one last time, because there was only one other man you trusted in that entire organisation. But he already knew you were coming. ‘Y/N I can’t help you’ ‘So you know?!’ ‘It’s out of my hands’ ‘You DO know!’ ‘Perhaps, but on my head be it should I disclose it to anyone. Go, for the sake of everything you have ever worked for, and tell the truth. They’ll understand. And between you and I, Tarkin deserved to be put in his place after Scarif – I lost a few good friends out there. Make sure you go to that meeting and do it again…’ *** So that’s how you ended up on your shuttle out across the Galaxy towards Mustafar now. Due to the grounding of the Resolution, Jerod was the one in the pilot seat. And although you spend the majority of your journey sitting chewing your lip and running your big speech over in your mind, you were glad of friendly company. He only offered small talk on a few occasions, when he thought you might want a pause from overthinking. You were happy to provide it and it was a welcome respite – but you couldn’t stop yourself pondering this. As long as it wasn’t for your alleged scheming with the rebels – or whatever rumour was going around, you thought you’d probably be fine. If it was, you might find yourself reprimanded even further for screaming about how ludicrous it was.

All of that was thrown out the window about 3 minutes before you landed, because as Jerod slowed your jets for the landing strip – a second cruiser was visible in the heat haze – slick black-on-black against the red and amber glowing fire of sluggish molten rock.   “Is that Krennic’s?” You wished he hadn’t voiced it. “Yeah.” Your reply was quiet; it looked brand new, polished to within an inch of its life and just out of the factory. A close resemblance to the last one, but sleeker and sharper. You pitied it having to stand here in heat like this so soon. “Did he tell you he was coming?” “No.” Which hurt more than just a little, if he was called here why wouldn’t he tell you? You had told him; but perhaps Orson didn’t want to add to your anxiety. Or perhaps he’d come to your aid – to back up your story. You wondered if that would at all be welcomed. “Shut the engines off, but stay here. And stay cool – this shouldn’t take too long.” “Yes M’am.” You patted his shoulder as you rose from your seat, taking a deep breath before swallowing hard. Jerod caught your wrist; “Y/N.” You turned back to him, “Be careful.” “I will. You too.” Though you weren’t exactly sure why you were saying that. But, you reminded yourself, you weren’t to trust anyone in the Empire these days. You hurried down the ramp from your ship and were too inquisitive in the new look of his not to wander over and inspect. It was beautiful and classic, if obsolete. You stared up at the wings, the way the red reflected off them; harsh the light might have been, but the engineering was stunning. You slowed your pace, still staring at it – it was larger, but you reckoned that was because it had bigger engines and more power. But it was cut more economically, and though you thought you’d be asking for a death wish suggesting the old model was anything less than perfect, this one looked a lot less clunky. And you would bet it didn’t make that annoying whirring noise as it cut through the air.

You turned back to the walkway leading up into the fortress and took another deep breath. It wasn’t a long way to walk, but you bet already it’d be the longest of your life. You could already see a figure waiting for you at the top ready to lead you to god knows where.  You knew it wasn’t Krennic, he’d already be sprinting back down towards you if that was the case. You straightened yourself and began your march – time to be as professional and presentable as possible. Except you had to loosen your collar just slightly, damn this place for being so stiflingly hot it was nearly insufferable. How the hell Orson dare come back in the uniform he insisted on wearing was beyond you; how did he stand it? Mind you, Krennic would suffer for the aesthetic. When you reached the figure, an older man huddled in a black cloak – he stooped slightly in what you presumed was a bow - “High General F/N L/N. We have been expecting you. Please, follow me.” We!? Oh, you didn’t like this one bit. You didn’t think it would help in this situation, and you weren’t the quickest draw, but you still checked your blaster was on your hip – it made you feel just a little safe. Against Lord Vader, Y/N? You’ll be dead before you can even reach for it! You scowled at yourself; Not Helpful! You followed him down a series of passages, and realised you must be getting closer to the core of the planet… or volcano… where else could you possibly be led? Strangely enough, it wasn’t as warm here – and you wondered what exactly caused the temperature to drop. If it was a cooling instillation you were going to need that number just to give props to them. Eventually your guide stopped, and pulled to one side, holding his arm out to present yet another ramp. He stooped again; “Lord Vader awaits your presence.” Even though “Thank you.” came out of your mouth, what you were really thinking was Oh. Shit.  

*** You’d only taken two steps down but already had forgotten most of the things that you’d set out to say. Indeed, he was waiting at the other end of a circular platform – already you were beginning to feel uneasy. You weren’t even the tiniest bit force sensitive, but you didn’t think there was anyone in the Galaxy that couldn’t feel that aura. He was alone on the platform save for an odd looking bundle to one side, that you noticed but deemed irrelevant enough to ignore. You hoped more than anything that your fight or flight response would allow you to stand your ground, and argue your case, rather than back down and shy away from any conflict. You wanted your ship back – but you would not give Krennic or his work up to be there. And you’d given him your word. You kept your eyes on Vader, aware of the beads of sweat gathering on your forehead, and trickling down the side of your face. And you weren’t even sure that was the apparent heat. Annoyingly all that was filling your head was a million ways to die. You glanced down at the lava running below you and swallowed thickly again. God Damn… You raised your eyes again - You can do this. If Krennic can get out of here, then you can. You were about five steps away from the platform now – and were figuring out that etiquette was probably to let him speak first. Only the bundle you were so intent on ignoring moved at precisely the wrong second. You stumbled your last two steps – eyes wide, horrified, if you hadn’t simultaneously lost the ability to breathe, let alone speak, then you probably would have yelled something. There was only one reason that he’d been left on the platform. That wasn’t just a warning but a display. Krennic wasn’t dead, and – man that he was – probably didn’t even wish it. But that pristine white uniform was nearly dyed red. The only cuts you could see were the ones visibly across his face and anything that had cut through his uniform – he couldn’t even stay on his hands and knees properly, and his arms shook with the effort. You were frozen – not because you didn’t want to sprint across the platform to him, but in that doing so would prove the point. You stood up straight, fighting every urge in you to scream, or run, or cry. To get you both through this – you could do none of those things. His head raised slowly, and he turned those blue eyes on you, now desperate. Orson’s lips parted – but whether to say he was sorry, or to beg for you to leave you’d never quite know. You gave a single shake of your head, but barely moved. Save it. Stay alive. Before you turned your eyes back to Vader. “General L/N.” “Lord Vader.” Your voice at least sounded self-assured, which you thought was better than you could possibly have expected – near enough a miracle. You used that confidence to spur yourself forward, and took a step, straightening your back further – folding your arms behind you to keep it that way. “It’s been a while.” You tried not to flick your eyes to Krennic, who was still staring at you. You weren’t sure how best to tell him to quit it – so all you could do was try and tune him out. But that was hard, because he was hurting, and the only thing you wanted to do when he was hurting was hold and protect him. That’s what you did. You’d been doing that for years – even back when he didn’t realise it. And he did the same for you, but right now you were both balancing on a knife edge and you were one tiny wrong move from toppling you both off of it. “It has,” you gave a nod “due to project intersections – my team and facility have been busy on great things for the Empire – and then of course when I was then given the opportunity to make a difference in the war with The Resolution I’ve been on the forefront of many a battle. Now that I find myself grounded…” You gave a shrug, “I am participating in many a strategic meeting.” “A lot all at once.” It was his turn to take a step, “Your rise through the ranks has not gone unnoticed. Neither has your commandeering of The Resolution and your instrumental handling of many strategic battles in this war we wouldn’t have won without you.” Despite the desire to swell with pride at these remarks coming from Darth Vader himself, you took all of that with a pinch of salt, because there was a punchline somewhere. And you didn’t think it was going to be humorous; “…But also your disregard for Officers at higher rank.  Consistently.” You would have disagreed with that. You ‘d only punched Tarkin in the face the once. “Officer Tarkin’s handling of the situation on Scarif was unprofessional in itself. We lost many lives, so much more data. A good outpost; before we think of the Star Destroyers and lives lost in the battle itself.” Okay, maybe it was the only physical punch you’d ever given anyone you disagreed with. “Perhaps building something not so problematic would lead the issue not to lie with the Governor?” If he was asking you to place the blame on Krennic, you would deflect. “Tarkin gave the order and I didn’t witness him attempt to evacuate. If you would ask me to change my log, my apologies, but I will not.” You were surprised you could just say that out loud. And thought maybe later you’d give yourself a slap on the wrist. Ballsy! “You were summoned here to explain yourself. And that you have at least done. But if you think that’s an excuse.” You blinked a few times and then allowed your eyes to return to Krennic, and whatever had just clicked in your head was also obviously on his face. Vader and Tarkin were in league here. This was more than likely a trap. And you and your lover had both just walked into it. That put you on the offensive; “I firmly believe that Scarif should not have been lost to stop Rebels in the way it all happened. The Death Star plans are worth saving – but the cost is too great in numbers for my liking and all I wanted Tarkin was to be aware of exactly what he had cost the Empire.” Then you took a breath, and added “Sir.” “Another great loss, Y/N, is yours in our ranks. And we can give you that back.” You noticed that his walk track changed, and each step was now towards Krennic, whose blue eyes flickered to obvious fear noticing this. But at least they were off you. Orson could barely move, but he still attempted to move away. “All you need to do is hand over the plans that you already have.” You answered without a moment’s hesitation or second thought; “I don’t have them.” “Come now, Y/N.” You froze for a second time, as this voice came from behind you. “We all know that isn’t true.” Tarkin was practically right behind you before you heard his footfall. “All you need to do is hand them over, and all this will go away.” You turned your head towards him, “I don’t know where they are. And I will not hand Director Krennic’s life’s work over to you. That is his to give.” Especially not Tarkin. It was hard to keep the spite out of your voice. Tarkin raised an eyebrow with a deep sigh and he crossed the platform towards Vader, hands crossed behind his back; “I rather think the Director incapable of doing anything right now…” and you didn’t miss the smug smirk across his face; “You BASTARD! You did this!” You took another few steps, quite prepared to shove him into liquid fire. But the next step Vader took was firm and too close, and you had to stop. Allowing Tarkin to turn to you; “Oh no. You did this. Y/N.” You glared at him, voice bitter; “I suppose you want an apology too?” “Wouldn’t say no.”  You scoffed, and couldn’t help yourself. No. Way. “But I know I can forget it.” He nodded to Krennic, “Can he?” “The choice is yours, General.” Vader and Tarkin stood together, and there was not a person in the Galaxy that could stand with you against them, the one man that would was bleeding on the floor and they had caused it. “Hand the files over, or your Director dies.”

You blinked hard for a moment, and thought you might just have misheard. But here in this situation, there was absolutely no way you could have. They were about to bargain with you for Krennic’s life! How the hell were you supposed to negotiate your way through this?! You had to get both of you out of here alive. You wouldn’t leave without him, and they were counting on that. “I don’t have it.” You gritted your teeth – he’d hidden it and you’d asked him to, so what the hell did they expect you to do with that-!? “You honestly expect us to believe that?” Tarkin chuckled, and you were about ready to kill him, “This is his life we’re talking about now. Surely you care about that.” You took another deep, slow breath and looked to him again. Krennic gave you the same small head shake that you’d given him - and you could have killed him too. There was no way you were letting him die. But you knew exactly what he meant. The problem was, if you still refused, and they killed him… And then killed you, what would that accomplish? You couldn’t live without him and they knew that just as much as you did. They’d likely leave you alive and broken just to spite you. There was silence for a moment, and it was just a second too long for Tarkin’s liking; “Have it your way.” Krennic went from looking at you to the floor almost immediately – reaching for his neck. For a moment everything felt very surreal, you’d heard about this and you’d heard about it from Orson himself – but actually watching him choke for breaths he couldn’t take was more sickening than anything you could have possibly seen in a warzone. And they could tell it was affecting you, by the visible pain on your face – tears were already stinging your eyes. “Stop it! You can’t just-” “Can’t we?” You looked between them again, Krennic’s forehead was to the floor now and he had seconds if that. “He didn’t DO anything!” You were desperate and this time you sounded it. “Director Krennic has done a great many things, General, he’s lucky he hasn’t met an untimely demise before this.” You tore your eyes from him again, this was unbearable – and you couldn’t stand by and watch him die. Not for anything. Not even if he never forgave you. “STOP IT!” This time you screamed it; “I’ll give you what you want just let him GO!” You knew they’d need more than just your word, and though you probably couldn’t have hated yourself any more – you pulled the disk from inside your uniform jacket. Vader released the Force Choke and even just hearing Krennic take a ragged breath and spluttering cough had relief flooding you. Tarkin stared at the disk suspiciously; “What is that? The data packs on Scarif were huge. It took an entire tower to transmit things like those plans, you can’t honestly think we’d belie-” “They’re access codes. All of them, to every file he has on the project.” They turned to each other in silent conversation before Tarkin seemed satisfied, and crossed to prise the disk from your hands. “Well. At least we know you can make one good decision Ms. L/N.” You narrowed your eyes at him not calling you by rank, but you were still aware your lover was taking breaths that sounded painful, sprawled out on the floor. “I’ll see you reinstated to The Resolution. Even without an apology. I have been thoroughly entertained.” He stepped back to Vader, satisfied. “Well, I believe we’ve got what we wanted, Lord Vader.” He turned back, with that same smug smirk. “And now we can impart the rest of the information.”

You flinched, surely they had both done enough. What else could they possibly do. “Director.” Krennic raised his head from the floor, breathing still shaking his body. He wasn’t yet ready to speak. And you didn’t think you’d ever seen Tarkin look crueller. “Orson Callan Krennic, you are hereby stripped of rank-” You couldn’t help but gape, what the FUCK!? “-and office. You will no longer work for the Advanced Weapons Division, or the Intelligence Bureau. Or hold a position within the Empire ever again. You will be blacklisted throughout the Galaxy… Good Luck finding a job, Krennic.” You could only stare in disbelief, hurting him wasn’t enough, now they had to break and humiliate him? And Orson had never been very good at hiding his emotions. But Tarkin and Vader had just turned him from Director to Civilian. And you had absolutely no leverage to waltz into someone’s office and demand it be reinstated. ‘Make yourself indispensable,’ you had said ‘and you’ll be safe.’ all it sounded like was the biggest lie. Tarkin turned back to you, smile almost cheerful, and he waved the disk. “Congratulations, General. You’ve done this yourself.” He swivelled his head back to Krennic, with a tut, “It’s not like he was much use to the Empire anyway…”

You couldn’t talk either, for different reasons. They were about to walk away with Krennic’s life’s work. And leave you with a broken man whose work you had just handed over. There wasn’t any way you were coming out of this intact. You had promised him you’d never give it up – you had broken that promise for his life. And yet Tarkin had taken it from him anyway. “Welcome back, General - you made the right choice. I look forward to seeing you in the air again.” If you thought you could even reach for your blaster right now with your emotions racing the way there were and your hands shaking, you’d have sent a bolt through his heart. By the tone in his voice he wasn’t even really addressing you, but Krennic; yes, Orson she did choose her own ambition over you. Whereas the reality couldn’t have been more different; his life over his work. And nagging in the back of your mind somewhere - and perhaps your only consolation prize, was that they still didn’t know about the fault. “I suppose you want to move now?” Tarkin addressed you again as he turned away; “With your ship reinstated I see no reason to make you stand around here and wait for any more. He’ll probably need medical attention, General. You may wish to see to that.” With that they both left. And you sprinted.

“Orson! Orson! Oh my god-!” The bleeding was a lot worse than it looked, by the way that he was huddled. But he pushed you away, devastated; “You gave it up-! You PROMISED ME!!” “It was your LIFE! Your LIFE! I couldn’t LOSE YOU! I can’t LOSE YOU!” “MY LIFE-!? THEY JUST DESTROYED MY LIFE--!” He choked again, finding the strength to push you once more “I have nothing. Leave me.” “I am NOT leaving you! Don’t you dare say that… I…” You were already both crying. “Orson, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry-! If I’d have thought for one second that they’d…” Your eyes traced his body; hurt and bleeding - all you wanted to do was protect him from everything, and you were regretful most of all for not being able to protect him before now, if you’d have got here earlier, could you have spared him this? And then you were sobbing and this time he let you pull his fragile body into yours – which only made him sob into your uniform, hands tangling in your jacket he buried his head in your chest in an attempt to hide himself from the world – and your arms could do nothing more than hold him. You weren’t even sure you’d done your job at protecting him now – you’d failed at the only job that really mattered; “Baby, I’m so sorry…” --- @menndelsohn​ @3134045126​​ @happyskywhale​ @wltz-bby​ #MendoTagSquad

[hunterartemis]

The Assistant : Chapter 11 : Midnight in Paris

Chapter Summary: (not much of Maxine X Newt sorry), but what happens when you put two ex-aurors and a magizoologist into the most dangerous prison in all of Europe? There will always be consequences when something involves a Scamander--or two. 

Please enjoy these guys, I have put a lot of thoughts in composing the details

Word limits: 6173 (woo my highest)

Chapter Theme : Scotland by The Lumineers:    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1fGkB9B0eQ

Newt’s eye opened with a start to the usual cacophony of alarm and he sat up to see that it is nearly nine. Surprisingly he found himself at the bottom of his sitting room sofa with his Lanvin couture still on. There was the half eaten bowl of stone cold soup and some vomit and blood on the floor, but nothing else—what a weird dream, he thought he had been arrested for bringing Maxine in his house.

Hurrying to freshen up and dress, he made himself tea and some toast and decided to jot down some ideas that he got from Romania, Dragons—what a wonderful creation he thought. Between the bites and scribbling his eyes fell on the opposite wall next to him—there was a big damp on the wallpaper that needed fixing, he wondered about how he didn’t noticed it earlier.

Maxine walked inside in all punctuality, like always and after her usual crooked smile and a polite greeting of good morning descended downstairs to change into the tunic. Newt was relieved to see her absolutely cherry—but there was something forcefulness about it, and then he remember how strong and optimistic Maxine is, she trying to cope with such a difficult situation with a forceful smile, although it broke his heart, but he was certainly happy that she was trying her best.

“Good morning, glad to see you decided to join me—I thought what happened yesterday,” Newt halted to euphemise the uncomfortable and unpleasant details “you and I won’t be in same terms anymore--” Newt asked her out of the blue.

“What, what happened yesterday? Do you want me out of the job?” Maxine answered with a snap, which obviously disarmed Newt, “No, no... Nothing happened, just—I saw you at the end of the party—you seemed pretty drunk and nearly fainting--”.

“Are you saying that we did something we shouldn’t have--? Merlin, I would have loved to see your face--”Nope, She was definitely his assistant. Without further ado, Newt resumed his days work and for some reason, the whole day he couldn’t concentrate a single bit—in that flawless familiarity of his underground basement, something was off; he couldn’t point it out whether it was the smell of the animal’s excrement or the flowing sound of the River Beauly where the Kelpie splashed and dived once in a while. When it became too unbearable, Newt took a breather upstairs to sit himself down and have a cup of tea.

Suddenly his eyes fell on a rectangular object sitting on his table. Last night he didn’t get to open Dumbledore’s letter so he decided to open the letter now.

My dear friend Newt,

I received the letter the night you posted it from the Leaky Cauldron, the aroma of their pea soup still lingered on the envelope, but I was astonished to see your request. The thing is Newt, the woman working for you is no ordinary one, I have to admit I have seen many complicated student, but Maxine Valois still intrigues me. Really advance for her age, came at Hogwarts at 14, and her intellect compelled us to admit her in the sixth year. I doubt that anyone will exceed her level of excellence, both mental and academic, but her past is completely shrouded by mystery. She took almost half an hour to be sorted, and when she was sorted in Ravenclaw, I was frequently getting other sixth years complaints that something sinister was about her which scared even the older students; but all their complaints were cast aside because I refused to believe them and there were no proof against her. They claimed that they didn’t felt safe around her. As it was a troubled time, I often set up her interviews with ministry officials, highly trained in Legillimency, but no one could penetrate her mind. They claimed she was hiding something but couldn’t say what. It got to a point whenever her interviews came she would lie outrageously to the Legillimens and immediately after that either a student or a teacher would get hurt. Three students failed their OWLs despite being best of their years; although they claimed that they aced the exam, but the papers were found blank. They immediately committed suicide. Of course Miss Valois denied them, but the patterns were conspicuous and no one could prove anything.

When things got out of control, I took matters in my own hands and I am not proud of what I learned. I don’t know either it was my skills or her own willingness but I was able to look into her past. I recognised her mother Audrey Page immediately, as she shared some facial and cerebral features with. Before Maxine came into Hogwarts she was admitted in Durmstrang at the age of seven, and she was already in seventh year of the school when she was thirteen—ready to awarded as the youngest graduate of all times. But the regime of Durmstang was not suitable for a tender aged girl like her, and soon she made a habit out of the Dark Arts and with a prodigious mind such as hers, she slid into completely dark path—and soon it consumed the whole of her mind. An unloving family, a matchless brain, constant evil influences and surrounded by peers who are far older than her forced her easy maturity into a perverted distortion—however no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the specific details. But in the midst of all the negative, a single positive thing happened in her life, she made a powerful bond with one of her classmate (who was, in actuality four years older than her), someone named Anatole Malfoy—

“Anatole—that makes sense—he sounded like someone who knew Maxine beforehand--” but then Newt continued to read

--who apparently attempted to understand her and supported her uniqueness, but then something awful happened between them, something brutal or shameful, which despite of tireless coaxing I couldn’t get it out of her system, and it caused her expulsion from the school. Apparently the incident was so shameful that it was far more choicely for Hrothgar to out her blood secret which was placed as the excuse for which she was expelled from Durmstrang, instead of the incident that took place as the real reason.

Another conspicuous thing about her was that the younger students were awfully fond of her, and she for them. In fact many younger students spoke that if it wasn’t for her, they would have felt lonely .Most of the teachers maintained a distance from her. However the moment I got to see a glimpse of her true nature I couldn’t help but to feel a little sad about her; she smiled relentlessly when she wanted to but I couldn’t help but to feel that it was her greatest lie. I never saw a better liar than her whose sadness rocked my core. So Newt my friend, whenever you see her smile, just look into her eyes to check if it is real—I hope for your and her sake that it is, because I know someone that reminds me of her.

Albus Dumbledore.

Newt came downstairs with a heavy heart and tried to recall every time she smiled; her smile that felt cold now had a reason. It was made of stainless steel that armoured her heart from the world. Between all those lip and attitude, resided a deeply lonely woman—she was indeed very similar to Leta, but Maxine knew how to mock grief and despair with her crooked sarcastic smile, Leta didn’t.

At the end of the shift, he saw Maxine packing—strange how the time flies; in fact time just vanished in a few moments. He hid himself behind the shed and watched how Maxine stripped off her outer tunic and was wearing her leather gauntlet gloves. Newt came out of the shed and walked towards his assistant.

“Leaving early today--” he commented casually, “makes sense—if I was you, I would have taken a day off, quite a drink you had last night--”

“—what early, it’s nearly 7:30—I think you should check your watch” Maxine tied her buckles of her gloves, and as Newt went to check his watch it looked that it was stopped at 4Pm. He again looked at Maxine, who was humming along as she dressed herself, and that send Newt’s nerves in fire with a frustration of knowing something was wrong but not finding it. He took a deep breath and as gently as possible he asked,

“How’s Anatole?”

“Why did you ask that?” Maxine answered almost promptly, and when she looked at Newt’s face, Newt stomped towards her and grabbed her wrist so harshly that was unlike himself. He could feel the heat slowly building up in his face as a result of the outburst of frustration. He looked at Maxine’s face again and this time, for the first time in his life—Maxine looked at him with alarm.

“What’s the matter with you today—you are behaving oddly...!” Maxine got herself off with a jerk and started to massage her wrist and eyed Newt suspiciously, “you are behaving like a bloody moron you are—why, why are you laughing at me—Newt, you are scaring me, stop doing that--” Maxine took out her wand and pointed at him with her shaking hands

“Give it up now you imposter and tell me who you are--” Newt spoke in a low threatening voice and took out his wand out of his pocket, he was constantly pacing forward, leading his assistant to pace steadily backwards, who tentatively answered, “don’t be absurd, I am Maxine, your assistant--”

“Lie--” Newt spoke steadily, because he now could understand what was wrong with this place, ‘I was sure that something was wrong with this place the moment you entered the building—it was not you who was wrong, but something about that rhythm of yours that was off, turns out, I was so hyperaware that I had been hearing the sound of the watch ticking—not mine, since it is stopped, but yours—it’s not going tick-tock, but tock-tick—like a time turner, very subtle, but why would you disguise a time turner under my roof, the only answer is, I am currently stuck in a limbo, like a ghost condemned to repeat myself over and over again.’ Newt said almost breathlessly, ‘and I also have a theory about the death of my watch—you see, the moment I surprised you, if you were real Maxine, you would have exclaimed in French or spoke a bit in French, since it is only natural that alarm effects the basic instinct, to scream and to exclaim—but everything around me including you are a poorly constructed shadow of my memory—since I don’t know or understand French, a replicator of my memory cannot recreate it--’

Maxine, who was standing in front of Newt lowered her wand and with an almost-Maxine-like smirk she looked at Newt’s way, “well done--” he voice sent a chill to Newt’s spine because whatever spoke underneath Maxine’s mask, if it were remotely humanlike, Newt would not like to meet it. The ice-cold indifference and glassy shrill resembled Banshee’s screech, but there was a melody that reminded Newt of the church organ that plays ominous and awe inspiring tone to the unbelieving public to portray there was something wrathful that could destroy them.

“What are you?” Newt asked, but the creature that had Maxine’s shape laughed sardonically, completely ignoring the question. When its laugh stopped, it looked at Newt with its angular black eyes and said “took you 1789451254422269 times to go through the same day to understand—but remember human, you only made it worse. I could have kept you happy until the job was done, but you had to poke your nose into this business--”

Suddenly everything darkened around Newt, like it does after a play or an opera just ended in a theatre, and he felt that the room shrunk itself around him and all the six walls barricaded him into a small, cemented coffin. The condensed darkness sucked all the air out of Newt’s lungs and within it; he struggled like a fish freshly out of water. However his endless screams and struggles were not in vain—something collapsed near his foot, and a speck of the less dark intruded through it. Newt, with all his energy crawled on his back towards his leg and the space slid him into open.

His eyes were adjusting into the darkness and he found himself a circular shaped hollow, and except the space he just slid from, as he went around, feeling the wall around him blindly, there was no single hole or crack there—the wall felt exceptionally smooth, like solidified butter or rosin, but there was no stickiness of it—Newt’s memory that had been altered in the hallucination was coming back now, he was deported into French soil with Tina and Theseus to be imprisoned in the Geolier Tower of Silence, and right now he must be inside of it—but how is it possible that he was ‘buried’ inside a solid wall which didn’t seem any harder than damp wood, then again—the hallucinations must have been in operation until he was dead. The mere comprehension made his skin crawl—if he was buried inside the wall, so are Tina and Theseus.

So with his bare hands he went thudding and knocking about all around the wall, and when he was about to give up, he heard low and muffled thumps, like that on a damp wood and then with two thuds and groaning, he was sure that his female ‘friend’ and his brother was retrieved.

“Good bloody blooming, this place is dark--” a grumpy male voice spoke out of annoyance, and Newt silently laughed at his brother, “I am glad you are alright Theseus--”

“That was horrible--” Tina squirmed, “I was dining with my dead mother and father, they were about to approve Jacob and Queenie’s marriage--”

“You must be one mean son of a nutter then--” Theseus spoke with a bit of humour.

“Don’t try and sound so smart—it was horrible when I realised my parents are dead and Queenie and--”

“Question is--” Newt interrupted the flow of conversation to know what was going on, “how are we going to get out of here—we don’t have wands--”

“First rule of the book Newt, if you want to get outta here, you first need a good strategy, cannot fight them dementors like naked wee balmies, right?”

“Did you hit your head or something—you sound all weird--” Tina commented out of the blue, but there was one person was not really responding, Newt. He was pondering all by himself, sitting in the dark and suddenly he had a realisation.

“I don’t think there is any dementor Theseus--” he said quietly, “first of all, the presence of the dementor keeps the environment very, very cold, which acts as an immobilizing agent to the prisoners who are lightly dressed—but here” Newt stopped as if to quizzically examine the musty darkness, “this place is warm—and—moist. Anyway—whatever is this place, it is not a prison for the ordinary—all our hallucinations, they weren’t a hostile thing—they were immobilising us, like anasthesizing, until we are done.”

“What do you mean... what do you mean by done? We were sent here to die?” Tina asked Newt, “but we are political prisoners, not murderers--”

“—I think it is apt to say that corruption is not really uncommon in any government in the world. They went on this far on a simple false allegation—the nerve of Maxine, cruel, cruel woman—what I didn’t do for her--”

“—I don’t think it was Maxine, Theseus. She might have been a Duchess and all but this kind of political power!—anyway, it is a matter for later, now we have to think how we are going to escape from here. Whatever was keeping here never had any escapee so I assume that we should think fast and faster because we haven’t our wands--”

‘Lumos’

A sudden burst of silvery wispy light illuminated Tina’s small pale face, and this little incident, no matter how mundane it may seem to the wizarding eye sent sparks of joy in the minds of Theseus and Newt. When they started to laudate Tina, she explained with full self satisfaction that she cleverly replicated their wands when they were being handed in the ministry, and hid the originals in the pockets of her knickers.

“But how did you do that? Moreover, you cannot just replicate wands... the cores and the wood are made in very different manner than the mundane objects--” Newt asked Tina.

“I had some inside help—remember the editor I spoke about? He bribed the prison guard that he would obtain the wands as soon as their cores and woods are checked for authenticity, and after applying some transfiguration charms on normal woods, the prison guard slipped me the wands and I got them in my pockets—oh and Newt, check yours also, I have a Christmas present for you--”

With surprise and humour Newt put his hands on his pocket of his suit, and he felt that the usual depth of his pocket extended far deeper than he expects, and after getting his hands quite down, something firm and leathery was felt under his palm, with immense difficulty when he tried to pull it out, the old familiar battered suitcase bounced from his pocket and landed on the floor of the prison tower.

“Porpentina Goldstein, you are a star--” Newt literally started to jump in his place in joy, and Theseus in all excitement grabbed the two of them hard and tight and gave them an embrace so tightly that they were in danger of dying with asphyxia. After a lot of struggle when he let them go, he sloppily kissed their foreheads and ruffled their unwashed and perpetually dirty hair with such undiluted affection that Newt and Tina both felt that they were, once again, kids—a joy, seldom felt in adulthood.

“I figured that there were no place better to hide Newt’s case in his suit pocket--” Tina elaborated, “I first thought that it will be kept safe in ministry when we are sent to azkaban, but when I turned on lumos, I saw that we were wearing the same clothes—guess they didn’t expect us to even scratch our noses. Makes me think what kind of danger we averted” Tina digressed from enlightenment to a bitter sombreness. Suddenly her eyes fell on Newt, and his blue-green eyes looked drenched in despair in the silvery light of the lumos. When she and Theseus followed Newt’s eyes and looked around to see that there were no single empty space or windows except the three narrow holes they have escaped, their smiles turned into grimaces. Newt rose from his place and started to look at the freshly broken holes in the circular chamber. Suddenly Tina’s scream made him turn towards her.

“What’s that on your shoes?” she pointed and screamed at Newt and both her and Theseus started to look at them. Parts of their clothes and shoes were decayed and something of dirty golden-brown coloured started to form on them like some mould, which broke down into white soft flakes when touched.

“Haven’t you realised?” Newt said sombrely, “they didn’t need any precautions because the moment we were put in here, we were designated to be buried alive. These substances on your body are wax--”

“Wax... how a human can form wax around them, unless--” Theseus started to argue and stopped midway, “wait... wait—wax. I know exactly what is happening. We were being embalmed when we dreamt, so that we couldn’t struggle—and when we will be truly dead, the embalming will be complete and our bodies will be a part of this place--” Theseus said ponderously, “I remember now, someone told me to run away inside my head when the lights went out—but I cannot remember who--”

“So this entire place is made out of human wax of dreaming dead people?” Tina asked with a sense of surprise, hatred, fear and disgust, “and I thought the Death Potion execution was bad--”

“Whoever made this place must have been either the kindest or the cruellest person in the universe—the best prison where you don’t even feel you are being imprisoned” Newt mused with a veil of unknown fear covering his eyes, “now c’mon—off we go”

Newt opened his case and drew out his nasty little buggers, the nifflers. He could have used a hippogriff or an erumpant, as Tina suggested him to use, since both were able to either bust out the prison or melt it down but Newt chose this overtly discreet method. Somewhere in his mind he didn’t wanted to burn the place down, because he felt that within the waxen walls someone was still dreaming—out of his body and out of his own mind—in dreams they were alive. A prisoner, no matter how hideous or cruel he may be in the government’s eyes, deserves at least one chance as a human being. Those unknown creatures that were ‘embalming’ them were not cruel, they were kind—they wanted the deaths of their victims as painless as possible, so they locked them in their happiest, most peaceful state. The prisoners were forsaken by the world, but those creatures didn’t forsake them—that is the reason this prison was so feared by everyone in the ministry, more than Axkaban. It was the place, from where no one ever returned.

They followed the trails of the niffler, in stealthy and gentle steps, through the endless halls of waxen grave, through countless memories, pains, suffering, happiness and victories, leaving behind the peaceful ones whose lives ended unknowingly, and their restless souls, trapped inside the waxen fort like some horcruxed soul in a cursed object. The ghostly paleness of wax hit a dead end from which they were able to burst free into a place that was as musty and wet as the bottom of a pond. After scourging through it, they were faced with a hard cold substance.

“That’s it. I think we are locked in, it’s the dead end--” Theseus inspected from the very front, and Newt looked at his niffler. “No, it isn’t—Theseus, listen” he gestured his brother to use the wand as an amplifier. One end of the wand was placed upon the wall above Theseus’s head while the other end was inside the ear canal. “You’re right...” Theseus said, “I can hear—water, splashing on the surface”

“Is it a roaring current like a river?” Newt asked curiously, because if it were then blasting out won’t be a good option and there was a chance of drowning and letting water in the prison, who knows if that happens the authority might surge into the place and shove them back where they were. However, Theseus shook his head and with an optimistic look replied, “No—it rather sounds like still with mild sounds of pop and crack—if that makes any sense--I don’t think it’s very alarming.”

“So what are we waiting for?” Tina exclaimed, “bombarda maxima”

The hard surface succumbed to the spell and with vigorous quake whatever was holding them and the outside world out collapsed at the bottom. With the effect they had to fall back, but then it gave them the opportunity to inspect what fell upon them.

“Blimey, 18th century marbles—and chunks of ice.” Theseus said disgustedly as he was drenched in ice water was shivering like a naked man in arctic, “of course—fountain! Water never freezes all the way through, when we exploded the bottom, the water collapsed and with the decreasing pressure from the bottom the ice on the surface came down as well--” Newt and Tina looked at Theseus with a stupefied expression, “I had an ‘Outstanding’ in Muggle Studies, professor Merryweather said I was gifted with Physics.” Theseus recalled proudly, and with that, all the three were able to climb up through the said fountain after sealing away the rift they caused in the rendezvous.

“We were under Paris all this time--” Newt exclaimed as he came out of the fountain with his niffler on his shoulder, and case on one hand. Theseus came out after pulling Tina and they looked around confusingly. “Where are we?” Tina mused in an annoyed manner, and in a rather unceremonious manner Newt mused, “it looked different in the daylight—oh yes Tina, I have been here before. Remember I told you I had to visit Romania with my assistant—yes, as a gratitude for this completely unauthorised trip, she showed me the city, her city, and right now we are standing at the Fountain of Innocents, which was formerly a massive gravesite called--”

“Cemetery of the Innocents--” Tina added, “I know this place—all no-maj papers in the US raved about this place because apparently, all European soap companies were scraping off corpse wax from this grave so the French authority had to shut it down, but they weren’t just from the corpses—the wax from the gaoler was leaking and they had to take charges—

“Okay, so a massive body dump in the center of the city, disguised as fountain with the most dangerous prison underneath it will place us in where in the city?” Theseus inquired.

“Why don’t you ask your tourist brother that?” Tina replied annoyedly, apparently she wasn’t pleased that Newt took a trip in Paris with a stranger more beautiful woman “... but what we are going to do right now? We have no money, and right now if we go into the wizarding community, they will hunt us down” she analysed, “if we make the papers again that we escaped the inescapable prison, no corner in the world will hold us”

They all sat down under the frozen fountain. As Newt tried to protect himself from the cold and tried to wrap the coat around him more securely, something rigid felt near his breast pocket. Out of curiosity he took it out. That was the virtue of a big city in the midnight, even with the scant population on, nobody paid attention to anybody. When Newt opened the rectangular piece of paper, it astonished him. It was the same letter by Dumbledore, every word, every punctuation, right from the cover to the back.

“But how is it possible? It was the same letter I read in my dreams--” Newt showed the letter to Tina, and in turns even Theseus had a glimpse of its content. “Perhaps they didn’t want you to go with unfinished business--” Tina replied softly while reading the letter alongside Newt, “they really sound like the Death in the Beedle—peaceful.”

“This fellow, Anatole Malfoy, I knew he was crook from the beginning.” Theseus spoke with disgust in his voice which was enough to attract the attention of the two, “I met him in the party and he didn’t sound like he was for British Ministry or anything of that sort.” Under the dim streetlights of downtown Paris, Tina’s black eyes glimmered with focus, “and something was off when he was announced the Junior Undersecretary—of course it was a position too advantageous to be rejected, and I didn’t know it was his dowry from the French Diplomat.”

“What do you mean by Dowry, he asked Maxine to marry him, didn’t he” Tina countered.

“Yes... and it’s not uncommon amongst British Purebloods, but inside my mind something was really off. So after the party, I went to the Archives Department to find his records, and it was too clean—too conspicuously clean. So I searched differently, and looked for him in the prison records, again, I found no one” Theseus’ face glowed with excitement.

“What do you want to say that he is innocent and you were a little drunk after the party?” Tina replied snappily.

“No, of course not--” Theseus interjected, “I was going in the right direction but didn’t know where to start, so I looked them all.” Theseus said in an accomplished manner “every prison record registered under European Magical Cooperation in the last thirty years, and I found someone registered under Vasily Malakov. The name found awfully familiar—I looked into it, and the papers were written in Russian, obviously. But when I finally decoded it” suddenly it dimmed into a grimace “It turned out to be him. There was no Vasily Malakov in reality; the truth was Anatole Malfoy was convicted under a pseudonym to ensure that he isn’t defamed. I looked into his records and Merlin’s beard it was dark. He has an extensive record of underage murders and rapes during his days in Durmstang, and guess whose name he was being operated by--”

“Who?” Newt asked out of the blue.

“Grindlewald you plum—he and his classmates were the earliest followers of him, the ‘cleansers’ arrested during their final year. Apparently there were five who were involved, but only four were found out—and who did Dumbledore said were in Anatole’s class that time who was expelled?”

“Maxine...” Newt huffed in desperation.

“Yes, she was thirteen or fourteen when she was involved in the incident. It’s wizarding law that a minor cannot be sentenced into Prison, instead their wands get snapped.” Theseus theorised, “but given the fact that she was the daughter of the Diplomat, she was somehow spared.” He paused for a second “but the question is, if Anatole is closely affiliated with Hrothgar, given the fact he must have known what he is since he was his daughter’s classmate—why he is letting Anatole marry his daughter?”

“’Seus, listen to me I have to tell you something--” Newt said urgently “I followed Maxine after the dinner—remember Tina, I disappeared for some seconds—she was afraid all evening, in fact, she had been acting weird since the party was announced—anyway, it seems that Anatole is operating on revenge and apparently he convinced Hrothgar that he is in love with Maxine--”

“__but why him, Maxine could--” Theseus gulped as if to swallow the words he was about to say, “—she could marry anyone she wants, she is a duchess and she is from the most prominent Pureblood family of all times.”

“She can’t--” Tina mused absent mindedly, “here—look, it is said in the letter... her mother’s name is Audrey Page--look” Tina pointed at her letter, “that means she cannot take the Pureblood title because she is an illegitimate—if her mother was married to Monsieur Hrothgar, then she would have been called Audrey Valois” Tina analysed, “even in Wizarding world, getting an illegitimate child married to a good family isn’t an easy task, and if she marries otherwise, it would put a dent on our dear diplomat.” Tina concluded and suddenly she wondered something and turned to Theseus “Theseus, you said Anatole was marrying Maxine for dowry, do you happen to know what he is getting?”

“Of course, the Junior Undersecretary post... why you ask?” Theseus stood up because the frozen marble was getting too cold for him. Tina pondered for a moment and then started to shake his head, “no, no—I think that is just eyewash, a bifurcation—there must be other things he is getting—URGH! This woman is making my life a living hell.”

“Just forget about it—what we are going to do? We don’t even know what day on earth is this, or how long we have been under there—if Maxine gets married to that man, British ministry will come under Grindlewald’s control overnight--” Theseus suggested, “no matter what we have to stop the wedding from happening and the worst this in this world that THERE IS NO ONE IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD WHO CAN TELL US WHAT TO DO!”

Newt was sitting ponderously till now, with Tina eyeing him frequently with an annoyed expression. Suddenly a spark flashed in his drowsy eyes and he started to walk towards the main street. When his brother and his other friend started to chase after him, there was one thing that he said before grabbing their hands and apparating into thin air.

“It is the universal rule of nature, when man does something two people in the world are aware of it—his accomplice and his brother.”

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‘Where on earth are we?’

Tina, Theseus and Newt apparated in front of a five star muggle hotel, at the dead of the night; the sign told them they were still in Paris, which astonished Newt a bit. He knew there was portkey regulations and everything, and despite that he made a leap—he had no idea of location or proper idea, but there were few emergency exceptions of apparation that he remembered from his sixth year class, that was the specific name and identity of a person. He didn’t know that it would work, and he still wasn’t sure. Apparently this seemingly muggle hotel had some wizards’ suite and anti-apparation charm on effect that was holding them outside. So they stomped head-on and tracing remaining bits of magic with tracking spell, they reached the penthouse, where they knocked the doors down to find a puzzled platinum-blond middle aged man in his silk pyjamas.

“What the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” he almost screamed at the three people pointing wand at him.

“It’s been a very long day... so start speaking, is you Anatole Malfoy’s brother?” Theseus asked, and with a flicker the lights in the room lit up, which caused the man a close call of cardiac arrest.

“But you’re supposed to be in the Tower of Silence, and dead! How did you--”

“Answer the question you bub!” Tina jabbed her wand into his throat while Newt bifurcated the wand under the pillow the man was discreetly reaching for, “are you Anatole’s brother?”

“Yes, yes... I am. I am his older brother Abraxas Malfoy.”

“Is he married?”

“Sorry?”

“Is your brother married?” Newt repeated his question with a threatening quietness.

“No... I mean not yet. He is getting married--” Abraxas checked his watch in a very nervous way, “—in about five hours--”

“Oh thank Merlin...” Theseus huffed, and gestured the others to turn, but Tina remained and asked the final question, “where?”

“Saint Chappell... I am sorry, but why I am telling you all these? You should be locked up for kidnapping the Duchess--” Abraxas said in an agitated tone, “you tried to sabotage my brother’s reputation--” before he could finish his sentence Theseus grabbed his collar and thudded him against the headboard of the bed, “let me tell you something... it was your responsibility to look after your brother in which you failed miserably. If you or your godforsaken parents had the leash tight on him he wouldn’t have become the son of bitch he is today. He is a fraud and a Grindelwald supporter and I am not letting a sick rapist near my friend or my country, and the best thing you can pray for that we kill him before the ministry does. As you know we are wanted criminals and we have nothing to lose, so stay put when we obliviate you--”

“Stop--” Abraxas put his hands up in a defensive manner, “please, listen to me... I am not proud of what he is today, but please I beg you, whatever you do—don’t kill him, he is my brother--”

“Thanks for the information... Obliviate” Newt whipped his wand swiftly and stomped out of the room. Abraxas remained sleepy and confounded, like they first found him. Theseus and Tina followed him as swiftly as they could. The curtain of the night was slowly lifting from the sky and the frost and snow started to turn brighter under the cold gray of the dawn. The clock was swiftly ticking towards the fall of the Western Magical Civilization and the fate of the Modern Wizarding Europe lied in the hands of three escapee convicts: two ex-aurors and a magizoologist, whose mind and wand was now pointing at the Isle of the City in the middle of Seine, where the tower of Saint Chappell was fearfully awaiting for the historic moment that was going to take place in about four hours and fifty minutes.

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I had to research extensively to make the Wizarding prison of France more terrible and different from Azkaban at the same time. I don’t know whether I had been successful or not, but here’s the history behind our fictional “Le Tour de Silence”

The Holy Innocents' Cemetery (French: Cimetière des Saints-Innocents or Cimetière des Innocents) is a defunct cemetery in Paris that was used from the Middle Ages until the late 18th century. Under the reign of Philip II (1180-1223) the cemetery was enlarged and surrounded by a three-meter-high wall. Les Innocents had begun as a cemetery with individual sepulchers, but by then had become a site for mass graves. People were buried together in the same pit (a pit could hold about 1,500 dead at a time); only when it was full would another be opened. 

This practice continued upto five centuries when the mass graves (because they were buried so close and the body couldn’t rot properly) started to produce a thing called Adipocere or Corpse wax (basically human fat transforming itself into an wax like encasing preventing the rot forever). These corpse wax were scraped off and sold out to soap and candlemakers during the pre revolution era, and you can guess what happened. So it gave me a brilliant idea to construct the French prison out of it-- a place made out of Adipocere, and people who are sentenced to death are brought in here so that their life would be slowly extracted from the body, and when it’s done their body and soul will be trapped in the waxy architecture. How to prevent resistance? simple, trap them into their happiest state.

The fountain of Innocent, from which the three broke through was built over the real Holy Cemetery of Innocent by Louis XVI as a memorial, when he closed the unsanitary gravesite (good man he was!), I gave it a little bit symbolism. In Roman myths, when injustice reaches it’s peak, the Goddess of Truth, Veritas comes out of the well, naked to scream at people. So I used the same method with the three.  

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New Ikesen Fic!

Hi, everyone! I just began posting my first Ikesen fic with our favourite Devil King, Nobu. If you want read more of it, check it out on Ao3. I’ll give you some sneak peeks for some chapters when I update.

It’s called The Devil’s Wife. It’s pretty much Nobunaga’s route with some new twists and additions, one of them being SMUT in future chapters. Hope you check it out, if you have any requests for something you want me to include in future chapters, feel free to ask. In the meant time, here’s a sneak peek for chapter 2. Enjoy!

The Devil’s Wife

2-Wedding Night.

We walked in silence for quite a few floors, before reaching a long hall and a door at the end of it. Nobunaga opened it, letting some space for me to enter.

-Get in. This will be your room from now on.

“My room?” I was confused at first, but then I thought maybe the Japanese are so formal, couples don’t even share a room in these times.

I entered the place and took a look around. It seemed awfully masculine. It had a set of armour in a corner, which I soon recognized as the one Nobunaga was wearing when I met him. Suddenly, I noticed he had entered as well and closed the door behind him.

-I thought this was my room- I questioned, not sure with what purpose.

-It was only mine before, now it is also yours.

So we will share a room. Great. Well, can’t say I’m completely disappointed, though maybe I should be? Either way, he just walked pass me and went to grab something from a shelter. I turned around in the meantime, and started getting closer to the balcony. It seemed like it had a beautiful view, but I wasn’t sure it was okay for me to leave the room.

-You can take a look- Nobunaga spoke, as if reading my mind -This is your place too from now on. You may go to whatever part of the palace you fancy.

He offered me a cup of sake, having one himself. I accepted it, but also got a bit worried remembering I saw him have quite a lot of it already. Just looking at him, he didn’t seem to be drunk, but looks can be deceiving. Nevertheless, since he gave me leeway, I stepped into the balcony. I was right. The view really was beautiful, with a full moon on sky full of shiny stars. I took in a deep breath of fresh air.

-Why did you insist you’d agreed to the match, despite being so scared? – Nobunaga suddenly talked to me in English, and I turned to see him coming to my side.

-Well, Akabori threatened to throw me to the bandits if I didn’t agree. I got the feeling he’d blame me and do it all the same if you refused me.

-You’ve got good survival instincts, then- he said taking a sip from his cup. I was about to ask him if he hadn’t had enough, when he left it on a side and all of the sudden came over me whispering -Now, to your wife duties.

-Oh, wow! Uhm…- I started walking backwards trying to think of a way to get out of this -Yes, about that. I actually had a few suggestions, I thought maybe we could strike a deal.

He kept getting closer to me until my back hit the railing. Dammit, he was so tall and broad. I really was a little bird in front of a massive lion, one that looked very eager to catch me no less.

-What kind of suggestions? – he put his hands on both sides of my body and I struggled trying to ignore how close his face was, how his breath hit the tip of my nose and his wild hazel eyes kept intentionally staring at my lips.

-Uh, well… I’m very good at making sweets. Perhaps I could work in the kitchen or something. Make your food, maybe? – I was nervously talking. I knew I had no way out of this, there was no possibility he would let me go on our wedding night. But my brain wasn’t listening to reason.

-I already have people who work in the kitchen- he answered -If you want to make a deal, you’ll have to offer me something only you can do.

I jumped at that comment -I can assure you I could do things you’ve never tried before.

Being from the future and having travelled so much, I knew there were recipes he surely didn’t even know that existed. But he just grinned at my answer.

-If that’s the best you can offer, I’ll select your job instead. You will be my cup.

I frowned really confused, watching him take my glass from my hands -What?

-You’ll let me drink from your lips- he tried to put the cup on my mouth and I instantly jumped to hold him from doing so.

-What? That is so weird. Why not just ask for a kiss? – “like a normal person” I thought. I was glad I kept myself from saying that last part, though. I felt like what I said may already upset him.

Oddly enough, he was just surprised by my answer -You don’t hold back your tongue, do you? Very well, then- he put the cup on a side and this time, got his face so close to mine our noses touched -Kiss me.

His voice was so deep and low, a whisper that disappeared into my open mouth. I needed to just stretch my lips and I’d probably be kissing him already. His smirk made it clear he was going to wait for me to make the first move, and part of me actually wanted to. I couldn’t help wonder what his kiss would feel like. But of course, that wasn’t what my brain ordered my mouth to do.

-How about a hug? – I opened my arms and smiled innocently, slapping myself mentally so hard for it. Nobunaga stepped back in surprise and I was scared for a moment that I might have made him mad. But a second later, he laughed in complete amusement.

-You’re really entertaining, woman. I knew I was choosing well.

He walked away from me and went back into the room, leaving me disoriented and a bit flustered. I followed behind him to see what he was doing. He wasn’t letting me go, was he? It couldn’t be that easy.

-If you won’t submit to me despite our marriage, then you’ll have to make a bet with me- he started taking something from his shelves while he spoke -Are you familiar with Go?

-The board game? I’ve seen it but I never played, why?

-I’ll teach you how to play, and this will be our deal- he put down the board on the floor, and two bowls full of white and black stones -Every time you lose, I will claim a part of your body as my own. That means I’m able to touch or kiss it.

“Say what?”. First, he asks me to be his cup instead of just kissing him, and now this? He’s a grown-up man, did nobody teach him how to flirt with a girl?

-I will take no pleasure in using force- he added -So I’ll have you willingly submit to me, piece by piece.

Now that he declared he wouldn’t press me, I actually felt quite relieved. The deal sounded like it could turn into some Fifty Shades of Gray kind of thing, but I was somehow intrigued. It can’t be that bad, can it? Like I said before, he is good-looking.

-And if I win? – I asked.

-You may ask for whatever you want.

I raised an eyebrow -Like, anything at all?

-Yes. You can even ask to go back to your land, and I shall allow it.

-Wait, you would let me go if I asked? – I was utterly surprised by that.

-If you can defeat me, you would have earned it- he grinned -Now sit.

Still in shock, I obeyed and went to sit in front of the board. It didn’t seem like he’d answer many more questions. Once ready, he patiently explained to me the basics of the game and I tried to listen carefully. My head was rather overwhelmed by everything that was happening, but I’d played chess for a long time, I’m actually quite good at strategy games. Surely, I would beat him at some point and it would be important. In times like this, I could certainly use a favour some time.

-Did you understand? – he asked.

I nodded -I think I got it.

The game started and I realized it was happening, I didn’t even get a practice match. I tried to analyse my every move before placing each stone, but chess strategies were completely useless in this game. It wasn’t even a few minutes, and he’d already defeated me.

-Hey! Couldn’t you go a bit easy on me? I’m just an amateur! – I complained quite loudly.

-I’ve never gone easy on anyone. Not in Go and not on the battle field. Now, to our deal- he grabbed the hand I’d been placing my stones with and I gasped in surprise -Tonight, I’ll take this. Starting from now, your hand is mine.

My hand? That was not what I expected. He really is a strange man. After such idea, I thought he’d be more daring. Maybe he has a hand-fetish? Is that a thing?

I continued making sarcastic comments in my head until his lips touched my skin, and my thoughts went everywhere. He kissed the back of it with a softness I didn’t anticipate, making me wish it wasn’t just my hand that he was kissing. He traced his way to my fingertips, getting me quite flustered by how long he took with each, until he suddenly caught my pinkie in his teeth, and a gasp left my mouth without warning. I could feel the tip of his tongue and his hot breath. Since when was my hand so sensitive?

-A good reaction- he smiled smugly, making me furious this time. I didn’t care how good he made me feel, I wasn’t going to let him mock me.

-Yes, well, you’ve had your laugh. Can we move on now?

-Move on to what? – he asked with vain interest.

-I want a rematch– I defied him, and actually managed to surprise him.

-You’re eager for me to make my next my claim already?

I narrowed my eyes, quite mad at his attitude. The competitive chess player in me was taking the best out of me -You have to beat me first.

He smirked with satisfaction and I did not let myself get intimidated -Then, let’s get on with it.

I got my hand back, still feeling his lips on it, and decided I would not be defeated so easily. I gave it my best this time, and only realized how stupid it was to ask for another game when he placed his final black stone.

-I win- he declared, in case it wasn’t obvious, and I growled.

“Can I time travel again to slap the past me?”.

This time, Nobunaga moved the board to a side with a muscular arm, and then stared at me -Now, come closer.

I hesitated for a moment, but just sighed and decided to go along with it. I got myself into this mess after all. Besides, he started with my hand, how bad could his next request be? Clearly, he’s not the predator he pretends to be.

-Oh! – I almost tripped when he grabbed me as I was approaching and pulled me to him. He sat me on his lap on the side, and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to maintain balance, leaving his face to centimetres of mine again.

-For your bravery in asking for a rematch, this time I’ll take this- one of his hands traced my neck with such softness, it gave me goosebumps. “This is how bad it can be, Mia” said the voice in my head. I didn’t need anyone telling me I was sensitive there, it had always been one of my weak spots.

-You’re blushing and I haven’t even started- he grinned at me and I jumped.

-I’m not! You’re just—Hey! – he placed a kiss where his finger had been a moment ago and I gasped again.

-Quiet. I’m enjoying the fruits of my victory.

“Oh, you’re so infuriating”. I didn’t care what time I was in, I didn’t like being bossed around, especially during a moment I would otherwise find quite pleasant. His kisses were soft and short, which made it easy for me to control my breath this time. I sighed thinking maybe this claiming would at least be tolerable.

Boy, I was wrong.

Without warning, he started opening his mouth and using his tongue, making me feel the hotness of his breath. I felt myself beginning to pant and hold tighter to his shoulder. I tried to fight it, yet my eyes closed and I moved my head to give him more room. Only when his lips started descending, was I awaken from my cloud of pleasure.

-Okay, that’s enough- I said.

-Why?

I knew he was smiling down there, even if I couldn’t see him. I was prepared to answer when he suddenly sucked on my pulse using his teeth as well, and no will of mine could help the moan that escaped from my mouth.

-I think I can see why- he added to my embarrassment by softly whispering, kissing the spot where I was sure he’d left a mark -It seems I chose well.

His caresses moved to the other side of my neck. He had no intentions of stopping despite my asking. I tried biting my lip to stop the sounds that were screaming to get out, but then I heard how strong my breathing had become, and realized it was completely useless. He had me exactly where he wanted. Whenever it looked like I might have myself under control, he’d start using his teeth again and there was no stopping the sounds that left my mouth. If I tried to back up, he would hold me closer, making his kisses all the more intense. My hands burned wanting to be buried in his hair and pull him closer. I was about to moan really loud.

-Stop- I asked, and this time he listened.

-Is that what you want? – as if to punish me, he whispered in my ear, making it tingle, letting me hear a bit of arousal in his voice. I was a hot mess at this point.

-Yes- I answered out loud, trying to sound firm. I wanted him to stop, but only because I feared I’d give myself up if he continued. I could already hear my heartbeat in my ears. Nobunaga faced me again and while I stared at his close face, I wondered if I would’ve spared myself all this torture by simply kissing him when he asked.

-I wonder if all my conquests will be this pleasurable- he smirked.

-It will not be that easy for you, you know? – I had to give myself a pat on the back for at least keeping some composure in the face of danger.

-We’ll have plenty of time, and I’m looking forward to it- he grabbed the hand he’d conquered before and place a kiss on my knuckles -It’s been a fine wedding night, you have my praise.

I rolled my eyes. At least someone was happy with it. But now that I knew he wasn’t so dangerous, I wasn’t going to tremble and surrender that easily. I would definitely put up a fight and show I was no stranger to this type of sensation. I won’t let our married life be entertaining just for him.

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Surprise Me

this is an old fic written a year ago, I should share it while you guys are waiting for me to get to working on those AU sins XD (thanks ZackRay discord for voting to have this posted)

Isaac had never been able to read for the longest time, but ever since he’s been in the presence of Rachel Gardner, things have changed. During their time on the run, Ray had taken her time to teach the man how to read. At first, Zack was stubborn about it, finding it too difficult when the words became too much for him to understand, but Ray was patient and understanding. She would speak the words slowly until Zack got the gist of it, then had him repeat it to help imprint it on him.

 First, she started with pre-school books, then gradually worked in higher levels, it did feel a little embarrassing to Zack at first, but strangely he was intrigued by finally figuring out what the assortment of letters meant, instead of it appearing as mere gibberish to him. This education began to show when Zack would randomly stop when something caught his eye and would try to read it out, which actually made Ray proud. When they did finally settle in a home to call their own, Rachel decided to find creative ways to help Isaac to continue practicing with literacy.

 At first, it was simple notes of encouragement or small favors, and when he did do the small tasks, Ray would know that he had practiced. It felt fulfilling. When both Zack and Ray discovered their feelings for one another, the notes eventually changed in tone, shifting from simple encouragement to sweet talking and loving favors. Zack was more than willing to read those, if one of the notes asked for a kiss, he wouldn’t hesitate to prove that he read it.

 Zack liked the little notes Ray would hide around the house, it made him feel good, and reminded him he was still wanted and loved, even when Ray was out of the house.

 One day, Rachel was out getting groceries to restock for a few days, again, she left the usual round of love notes for Isaac to read and practice with. The man scoured the place for wherever strange place she’d sneak them in, one was under a lamp that said, ‘I love you very much, I’m glad to be with you’, that made his heart skip a beat. If there was one soothing love note, then another was sure to follow, and he was on the prowl.

 Zack checked under the couch, in the dryer, in the bath tub, and in the cabinets. Then he went to their bed to check if anything was hidden in there, just neatly tucked in the pillowcase, was one of her notes. Zack sat himself on the edge of the bed as he unfolded it to take a read.

 ‘Zack, I know you’re wondering about what favor I’d like to ask of you, so I’ll give you this. I want you to surprise me.’

 “Surprise her?” Zack thought aloud, he even scratched at his head in confusion, “How the fuck can I surprise her?”

 To surprise someone in a loving way, was something he had a hard time to think about. She would be home any minute, to just suddenly hold her in his arms and kiss her until her legs weaken wouldn’t really be much of a surprise - he does it every day. Isaac grumbled under his breath as he tried to think of what would be different and unexpected. Then he began to think of times they would do new things during their rounds of intimacy, some of the times he just did it out of instinct or overwhelming desire to act on his actions.

 Maybe something to give Ray overwhelming desire as well, but what could he offer to arouse her so much? Zack faintly blushed as he tried to recall the moments, aside from the usual touches, she always liked the sound of his voice when it deepened from excitement, that was one. Then he felt a phantom sensation on his chest, almost like a hand, his memory was playing of her soft and gentle touches on his body -  right, she was always wild about how his scarred body looked to her. He couldn’t just hurl himself at Rachel with open arms, he had to find a way to make her want it. Then he thought of all the times watching Rachel undress would make his heart race, something that filled him with the desire to hold his woman close and drown her in both his embrace and kisses.

 Undressing, too simple, but to take his time doing that…would be quite the surprise indeed.

 An hour passed, the room filled with the sound of the door unlocking and paper bags crinkling.

 “Zack, I’m home!” she announced.

 “Yo,” Zack replied.

 Ray noticed Zack wearing his usual hoodie, and wondered why.

 “Aren’t you hot in that? It’s awfully warm today,” she asks.

 “I’m fine,” Zack replied, then proceeded to help her put away the groceries.

 “Did you behave yourself while I was gone?” Ray teased.

 “The answer’s fuckin’ obvious, nothing in the house is broken…yet,” Zack sarcastically replied.

 Ray quietly laughed to the man’s usual bluntness, then handed him a little snack as a reward for good behavior. As much as Zack hated being babied, he did like getting something good out of it. He was given a chocolate bar to snack on, which thrilled him, but he was in no mood for a simple sweet treat. Zack set the candy down and waited for Ray to finish putting up the last of the groceries, when she turned around, she felt the man’s hands grab her by the waist, scoop her up, and carry her to the couch.

 “Z-Zack?” she beckons in a startled voice, “…what’s the idea?”

 When he dropped her onto the cushions, he had that look in his eyes, that focused yet excited gleam he often had when he wanted to please Ray. Zack pulled back, being unusually silent as he pulled the hood off his head, feeling his semi-long, black hair droop in his face. Ray was confused until his hands slowly made their way to the large arrow-shaped zipper on his coat, then proceeded to pull it down slowly.

 He was taking his hoodie off slow, it was unlike him to do that, normally he’d just rip his clothes right off if he was in the mood, but he was taking his time.

 “Zack?”

 “…Shut up…and just watch…” Zack commanded.

 Ray noticed the change in tone of voice, it was that low voice Zack often got during their times of intimacy, that same voice that made her heart race.

 Soon, the zipper reached the bottom, and Isaac slowly pulled the hoodie off his body, revealing he had a tank top underneath, she could see his bandaged biceps and some of his built frame under the thin clothing. Zack dropped the jacket beside himself as he continued to stare her down with his heterochromatic eyes. Ray could feel her heart pounding as Zack’s hands slowly trailed down his body, like he was showing off what he had to offer her - almost like a prize. He seemed to notice her eyes shone much more brightly when his fingers ran across his pecs, he smirked to himself as he trailed his hands back up to see that small glimmer of want twinkle in her eyes.

 It was working.

 He decided to toy with her a bit, Zack slid his hand back down to the edge of his shirt, then proceeded to snake his hands under the clothing to pull it up just a little bit. Once a portion of his abs was shown, Ray clenched her hands tightly, and Zack could see the anticipation.

 “What’s the matter, Ray?” he asked with a sly expression on his face.

 Okay, now she knew he was doing this on purpose, she didn’t want to give him the luxury of being smug, and he could hear her frustrated grumbles.

 “Ya’ know, you’re pretty damn cute when yer’ mad…” he continued.

 He began to show a little more of his abs, almost to his chest, holding the shirt up for a short while until he dropped it back down, and smirked at her obvious annoyance to his leisurely stripping.

 Even though this was something out of character for him to do, he was actually having quite alot fun with this.

 “Shit, ya’ look like you're about to pounce,” Zack teased.

 He began to pull up the bottom of his shirt again, showing off his abs and chest and running his hand up and down it, as if flaunting his built body to her. He would even up the ante by holding the shirt with his teeth and ran both hands up and down his muscles. Ray’s cheeks were turning slightly red, and Zack could see that craving expression on her face - it literally screamed that she wanted to bury her face in his muscles.

 Now he found her biggest weakness.

 Zack smirked as he dropped the bottom of his shirt back down and heard a much louder groan coming from Ray, he couldn’t help himself but laugh.

 “Zack, why?” Ray shouts in annoyance.

 “Because, I’m about to do this…”

 Without warning, Zack brought his hands up and clutched two different ends of the chest area of his tank, Rachel was confused until she heard a loud rip, Zack let out a savage growl under his breath as he began to tear his shirt apart, freeing his chest and abs from the fabric. With his show of brutal strength, Ray quickly covered most of her face in shock from both his display and that his muscles were flexing. Hell, even his moment of strength made some of his bandages snap from the tension caused by his muscles flexing, and began to unravel. An accidental side effect, but it was working wonders.

 Ray could see actual skin peeking from the slow unraveling of Zack’s bandages, now that areas that held it together had snapped.

 “Zack…your shirt…” she spoke, trying not to sound desperate about his body.

 “Fuck it, I’ll steal another one,” Zack grunted, then slid his fingers through his loosening bandages.

 With a simple tug, his abdominal wrappings slid right off, revealing his scarred chest and abs. No matter how many times Ray has seen and felt them, it was always a gift to just gaze at the natural build he had. He was like a scarred Adonis, or perhaps Eros, if she had to pick a proper god to fit Isaac’s current behavior. She could see in his wild eyes that he still wasn’t finished with what he was doing.

 Isaac casually shrugged off any remaining bandages off his hands and shoulders, then swept them away with his foot, he stared Ray down as he decided to rip off the remaining wrappings off his arms and neck, but left the ones on his face intact. Right now, all he cared about was showing off his body. Rachel fidgeted in the couch, her eyes exploring every detail of Zack’s build, like invisible fingers running all around him.

 “I can see the touchy-feely eyes you’re giving me,” Zack spoke, “you wanna jump me so bad, don’t ya’?”

 Rachel huffed at him, she silently agreed though, with how Zack was behaving, it was tempting her so badly. Her hands just wanted to feel every detail of Zack’s body and make him weak from those gentle touches alone, and those muscles - a sign of Zack’s primal strength and virility, she just wanted to press her body against them and admire them with as much closeness and touch as possible.

 “Are you liking your surprise?” Zack asked in a seductive tone.

 So, that’s the reason to is strange behavior, he found her note and read it. His little strip tease was his surprise for her- was she ever.

 “…This…this surprise…it’s driving me crazy,” Ray mumbled, “…but I’ve never been more attracted to you, than I am now.”

 Zack froze for a moment, her words hit him like an arrow straight to his heart, she was extremely attracted to him right now than she ever was in their previous intimate moments. He clenched at his chest for a moment and tried to collect his thoughts, he needed to continue what he was doing.

 He leaned over her and placed a hand beside her on the couch, he had a devilish grin on his face as he saw the look of adoration on Ray’s face as she stared at his muscles, he could probably hear her heartbeat due to how close she was with his abdomen. As soon as Ray dared to bring a hand up, his free hand slapped it away calmly.

 “Nah, ya’ can’t touch.”

 “Why not? You never stopped me before,” Ray grumbled.

 “I’m having fun with this.”

 “I’m gonna die, Zack…I swear,” Ray huffed.

 Now, he laughed, “Hey, you wanted me to kill you, right?”

 Suddenly, he felt Rachel quickly leap at him from the couch, her arms wrapped around his waist and the force of her jump pushed him back to stumble onto the floor. Sometimes Ray’s spontaneous moment of strength surprised him, he could feel Rachel against his chest and tighten her arms around him. Zack had to sit up to try and get her off, he wanted to keep the situation a ‘Look, but don’t touch‘ moment.

 “Come on Ray, off…I’m still not done yet,” Zack said as he tried to grab at her hands.

 Soon, he felt Ray press her lips against his skin, and immediately felt electricity shoot up his back. It caused him to freeze for a moment, but he shook himself back to reality, he grabbed Rachel’s arms and pulled her off.

 “Lemme finish first, Christ…” he growled quietly, then leaned to Ray’s ear, “do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold myself back from fucking you right now? It’s really god damn hard, Ray…this little outburst was close to breaking me.”

 Ray faintly blushed, from his words, his deepened voice, and from how close he spoke into her ear.

 “If I die from this…I’m gonna make sure I make the most damn boring face ever,” she pouted.

 Zack snickered from her comment, he always found it funny when he drove her to swear, then he pushed her back onto the couch. He stood straight back up again, lightly stretching his body - because it felt damn good to stretch, and because he would also flex his muscles in front of Ray.

 Soon, his hands slid to his pants, unbuttoning the top, then slowly pulled down the zipper.

 “…So, how bad do ya’ fuckin’ want me, Ray?”

 His teases and erotic questions were sending her mind in a frenzy, and lightly bit at her bottom lip to stay quiet.

 “Come on, I wanna hear it,” he prodded.

 Ray whimpered to herself, then glanced at Zack, “Bad to the point of making you black out, by the time I’m done with you…”

 “Shit, that bad, huh?”

 “Yes, if you keep teasing me like this,” Ray mumbled.

 “You like it, Ray,” Zack said with a sly grin, then pulled open the fly of his trousers.

 “…Y-Yeah…yeah, I do.”

 Zack’s fingers snaked to the rim of his trousers, then pushed them down little by little until he let gravity drop them, Ray swallowed hard at what his choice in undergarment was – he was wearing a pair of navy blue boxer-briefs. The very snug piece of clothing that outlined his lower body so well, and already it was showing when she glanced at his hips. Isaac freed his feet from the leggings of his pants, and nonchalantly kicked them away. Then he ran his hands up and down his chest and abs once more, now that his body had stripped off the bulk of his clothing.

 “Fuckin’ like what ya’ see?”

 Ray’s mind was screaming ‘yes’ repeatedly in her head, but she shouldn’t sound so eager, she worried Zack might tease her more and push her to the limit.

 “Yes...”

 Her short answer made him raise a brow, then smirked to her.

 “Wanna touch?”

 Ray’s eyes lit up, and he tried to hide a smirk. She had to put up with him leisurely undressing while he teased her on the side, may as well reward her now, well, just a little bit. Isaac slowly walked up to Rachel and gently took her hands, placing them on his stomach to let her begin to feel at his muscles and the rest of his body.

 “Zack…I’m too short, I can’t reach all of you…” she whimpered.

 The man lightly rolled his eyes, then decided to surprise her further by climbing onto the couch and straddled her hips. An action which made her gasp very sharply.

 “Ah, Zack?!”

 “Better?” Zack asks, “Come on, ya’ wanted to feel me up, now go do it.”

 Despite the position Zack put her in, it honestly was, his body was so close to her and at a level her arms could reach. She replies by trailing her hands up and down Zack’s abdomen. Isaac made himself comfortable, however he made sure not to put too much of his weight on her lap, he felt Ray continue her caresses until he sensed her fingers do something else. They began to trail across his body, running across his scars, the spaces between them, to every curve and detail of his natural body. Ray didn’t stop there, while her fingers thoroughly mapped out every part of Zack’s body, she leaned up to lightly kiss at the spots she previously touched, or even let her lips simply feel at his skin. Isaac felt his skin crawl in the most pleasant way as he felt her soft and supple lips brush against his body.

 His boxer-briefs were getting snug, very snug, not to mention hot. Ray began to feel a slow burning heat press against her, and she could probably guess what it was. Such a sight of Zack aroused in tight boxer-briefs was very alluring, not a single detail of his lower body was spared from the fabric.

 “My muscles are a real turn on for you, huh?” Zack murmured.

 Rachel lightly nuzzled Zack’s chest as her fingers continued their tender and adventurous touches.

 “Yes, they’re one of your most attractive features,” Ray replies.

 “…What’s the first?”

 “Your face,” Rachel quickly replied. “Your rugged and handsome looks. That’s the biggest one.”

 Zack blushed underneath his facial bandages, then took Ray’s hands and brought them up to his cheeks.

 “Then take these off.”

 He didn’t need to say it again, Rachel’s fingers snuck through the thin fabric and proceeded to pull them from his face, freeing the man’s true appearance from hiding. She wasted no time to lean close and plant her lips on his. Zack struggled so hard to fight off temptation, his body screamed at him to push Ray on the couch, or toss her over his shoulder and carry her to their bed, but he had to keep fighting. Zack deepened the kiss a little as he felt her fingers massage his sturdy pectorals, her soothing caresses could make the man melt if he wasn’t being so iron-willed at the moment. Ray’s tender fingertips felt skin and scars, studying every different texture with a simple and sweet touch, the softness of natural skin to the unyielding rigidness of his burns, she could feel at him a thousand times and each sensation would seem so new.

 As their lips parted, Zack softly gasped as she felt her fingertips touch more areas of his chest - if he kept teasing her breasts like he normally did, Ray secretly felt it was fair.

 “Ngh…the hell are you doing that for?” Zack mumbled, “I ain’t a chick…”

 Her fingertips lightly played at the man’s nipple, feeling goosebumps rise within the lesser damaged areas of his skin, and she could hear new whimpers being hummed under Zack’s breath.

 “Doesn’t mean you’re not supposed to be sensitive there…” Ray replied, then leaned up to kiss at it.

 “R-Ray…ah…” he sighed, “no…s-stop…there’s not supposed to…they’re useless…”

 “Doesn’t seem like it now,” Rachel giggled, giving Zack his just desserts.

 Zack panted softly, never experiencing sensations coming from his chest, and felt each tingle travel from his body down to his thighs. Shit, she was making him cave, he had to keep his mental walls from cracking, and planted both of his hands onto the couch, caging Rachel in his arms. The woman slowly directed her blue eyes up at Zack’s bi-colored ones, then felt the man squirm and fidget on her lap, he was gyrating his waist in a slow and sensual manner.

 Ray felt her face grow hot as she watched Zack’s hips dance and his abs roll like waves - she didn’t know either to be embarrassed or outright enticed, because he was giving her a lap dance.

 “I…I thought you didn’t do lap dances…” Ray stuttered.

 Zack chuckled, “I said that shit about those creepy fuckin’ dolls…ain’t ever said that about you though…”

 This was so unlike Zack, but she never wanted to object, he’d do pretty much anything to rouse her interest, even if it was spontaneous. Her hands threatened to trail back up to Zack’s chest to keep teasing his erogenous zone some more, but his hands quickly caught them to stop her, Ray was not going to be deterred. Her eyes focused back onto the stacks of muscle along his belly, his abs were always so alluring to just ogle and drag her fingers through. If he was going to stop her from touching with her hands, she was going to touch him by any other means.

 As he was holding Ray’s hands back, he felt the woman dip her head down and glide her tongue along his lower abdomen, he froze from her touch, and Ray took the chance to slip her hands free. She quickly grasped at Zack’s waist to push him flat onto the couch, then went to town on his abs. Zack couldn’t think, he couldn’t act, Ray’s sudden actions caught him off guard yet again, all he could do at the moment was breathe out moans as his member ached in his undergarment.

 “Ray…fuck…n-no fair…” he whimpered.

 Ray didn’t care, she wasn’t even listening, her focus was finally succumbing to her urges to touch Zack - feel him, taste him, make him writhe and weak to her touches. No wonder Zack was so wild to do the same to her. It was this strange yet enticing sensation to bring out that primal and most animal of urges to make their partner feel amazing. Rachel leisurely dragged her tongue across each ab on the man’s body, feeling every curve, every space, and every detail.

 Zack’s head was swimming, his brain screamed at him to stop holding back and fuck her til she was numb, and his mental wall was crumbling with every passing second with the glide of his woman’s tongue. She felt like he wasn’t melting enough, she would occasionally slide her head back up to kiss and suckle at Zack’s chest yet again, while her fingers sensually dragged between the center space of his abs.

 “You taste very good…” Ray seductively whispered into Zack’s ear.

 Shit, shit, shit. She’s playing his games now. Isaac had to regain control, but he felt so weakened by her savoring every flavor of his body. No, she hadn’t gotten all of his weak spots yet, he still had some control.

 He quickly shoved himself off the couch and fell to the floor, the shock was enough to bring his mind back from cloud-nine, and show Ray that he wasn’t done surprising her. Ray was wide eyed for a moment, then saw the smug grin on Zack’s face, his thumbs were snaked in his underwear and began to pull them down slightly. However, he was backing away from Rachel, as if enticing her to follow him.

 Ray felt herself stand up, and eagerly follow the man to wherever he guided her, she wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot. Zack had lead the woman to their bedroom, but before he could tease her again, Ray quickly jumped up at him, and made him fall back onto the mattress.

 He was really liking this side of her. A Ray that was choosing to be the predator and take what was hers, even if she had to fight Zack for dominance. He internally pat himself on the back to drive her to that point of overwhelming desire.

 “…Jesus, Ray…you wanna fuck me real bad, don’t you?” he purred.

 “Stop talking,” she growled under her breath, quickly diving back down to savor his muscles yet again.

 Zack arched his back a little, feeling her kisses and hungry licks feel like a pleasurable fire dance across his body, there was no other word to describe it other than the element he disliked most. It was hot and burning, but far from unpleasant.

 “Ray…”

 “No more talking…” she replied again, slurping at his sweet and salty skin with insatiable yearning.

 “…Desire me…” he whispered.

 He said those words once before, many years back, the memories hit her and for him to use it for her to give into her want for Zack -  it sent chills down her spine. Rachel quickly sat up and did not hesitate to strip down within seconds. Zack could only smirk as he indeed saw the strong desire in Ray’s gorgeous blue eyes, and wanted to allure her even further by trailing his hands down from his chest, all the way to his hips. His legs slowly parted before her, displaying his aching cock through his boxer-briefs, letting her gaze at every detail that threatened to rip through the clothing, then brought his hand up to lightly feel and shuffle his bulging erection in a more comfortable position in his drawers. His fingers lightly pulled down the underwear a little as his hands shifted his hard member aligned against his belly, making the head of his length poke out from the undergarment.

 That was a good tease. His body was practically saying – come and get it.

 The urge screamed at Rachel again, she quickly placed her hands on Zack’s shoulders as she hungrily claimed his lips, thrusting her tongue forward to savor every taste of her lover. Isaac brought his arms up to let his fingers slide up and down her back, even trailing his fingers tenderly up her spine as their kiss turned steamy and sensual. They softly moaned in their mouths, enjoying every taste, every sensation, and their heat. Even if their lips parted for air, their tongues didn’t want to.

 “Fuck Ray, that was hot…” Zack whispered.

 She wanted to silence him, his teases and dirty talk was setting her body on fire and her mind in a spin. Her lips began a journey all around Zack’s body, hearing his heavy breaths and sweet name beckoning every time her lips touched skin. She was not shy in taking special attention that gave Zack the most pleasure; his neck, his collarbone, to even his nipple area, and abs. Whatever made his body have trembles and goosebumps, that was her target. She would bite, kiss, suck, and lick every inch of his erogenous zones, leaving marks as she heard Zack’s raspy moans.

 “Ray…ah…”

 His member throbbed just from excitement alone, and he could feel his precum dripping out onto his stomach, Ray sat up for a moment to clear her head, she was still drowning in urges as she had bathed in Zack’s taste and scent.

 Zack’s willpower was dangerously close to toppling over entirely, he felt like he was seconds away from throwing his body at her and making her shriek with bliss. He could do her anywhere that seemed sturdy enough, a table, a bed, the damn wall – fuck, he’ll hold her up just to plow her, he counted as something sturdy.

 Ray gazed at Zack’s body, watching it glitter from the sweat that collected at his pores, and focused her attention at his hips. His cock pulsed and writhed in his underwear, acting very alive and needy for a good petting, and she was going to give it the attention it craved. Her hand slid down Zack’s abs to his waist, letting her fingertips graze the tip of Zack’s member, and along his squirming bulge, the man swiftly clenched at the sheets underneath him as his hips swiftly bucked up to her touch. Her hands pushed back against him to rub at him in response, making her pets nice and slow, up and down his beating manhood.

 Zack’s world was spinning, he could feel the need to drool over his fight to cave into his cravings – fuck, it felt so good, his legs were quivering with each tender pet up and down the pulsing shaft of his cock, and his legs stayed wide open as a subconscious invitation for more. Rachel continued her sweet strokes back and forth on Zack’s stimulated bulge, then slowly dipped her head down, and heard a loud and aroused yelp from the man as her tongue dragged against the exposed tip.

 Her tongue swirled in sweet little circles, then eagerly laps at the very tip, feeling Zack arch his back from the heat and tingling sensations overtaking him, she lapped up every drop that trickled out, and even took her time to repeatedly wrap her lips at the snuggled head to give it teasing and light suckles.

 Isaac’s breath was trembling along with his body, his hips squirmed and curved to Ray’s every touch, every brick of his mental wall was almost collected at the ground and she was pounding it into dust. The man watched weakly as Rachel finally slipped the tight underwear off his body, and his hard cock sprang up to life after being pinned for such a long while. He ached so badly, his most intimate part was pretty much twitching on its own with every throb that coursed through it. Ray began the finishing touches of her undergarments, unclipping her bra, then sliding her panties off so she could climb on top of Zack’s hips.

 She felt Zack’s hands weakly try to stop her from mounting him, still hellbent on teasing her, but she was going to tease him until he caved. Ray curved her hips so their bodies would meet, and it weakened his mental strength yet again, his arms struggled to fight back. She straddled his thighs, then began to leisurely grind their hips together, the lips of her body snugly fitting the man’s shaft in between as she swayed her hips back and forth. Letting every curve, groove, and ridge perfectly fit and glide between her soaked folds.

 “I can’t take it anymore…” Zack barely whispered, almost like he was mouthing it.

 Ray softly moaned as she leaned her hips a little more to let the man’s body rub against her aroused bud, then noticed the man’s lips moving.

 “…Ah…what’s that?”

 “I can’t take it…I can’t take it…I can’t take it…” he mouthed repeatedly, then swiftly grabbed Rachel by the shoulder, “Ahh! I want to fuck you so bad!”

 Soon, he quickly threw her onto her back on the soft mattress, with him quickly straddling on top of her. She could see that crazed and craving look on his face, as he hungrily licked his lips.

 “I’m done fucking playing…holy fuck…why in the hell did I hold back for so god damn long?” Zack said, “I’m so fucking eager to pin you down and watch you squirm underneath me Ray…”

 Ray felt her heart beat wildly, but Zack had already put her in that state from his non-stop teasing.

 “…What’s stopping you?”

 That did it.

 Isaac quickly dove down to Ray’s thighs, his head finding its way between her legs as his arms wrapped around her waist and locked his fingers together to prevent her body from escape. Ray could feel Zack’s hot breath against her womanhood, she held her own breath for a quick second, before exhaling a long moan the very moment Zack’s hungry mouth started to consume her. The man moaned out ravenous growls as he suckled on her body, enveloping her over and over to make her feel like she really was being devoured alive, each lick he gave her was very slow and savoring, starting from the very bottom to her clit, even swirling his tongue around it before trailing his tongue back down. Ray’s hips writhed and nearly thrashed from Isaac’s oral pleasure, his arms forced her hips to stay where they were, and it was almost tortuous to feel so pinned as Zack did what he pleased with her.

 Her bud throbbed under Zack’s tongue and Rachel almost screamed her moans when he flicked her tongue repeatedly against it, even her legs were shaking and twitching with the need to close away such unrelenting teases.

 “Zack! Ah…aaah!” she moaned loudly, her hands quickly finding Zack’s hair and ran through his locks, “Zack!”

 Her voice singing his name with delight excited him so, his eyes were pretty much dilated as he focused his attention on eating her out. Zack’s tongue hungrily continued to drag through Rachel’s quivering folds and his mouth mercilessly enveloped her lips to suckle and her tender button while he eagerly lapped at it. He was drinking every bit of her as he felt Ray’s hips struggle to escape to move freely, and Ray couldn’t stop moaning so loudly. While one hand combed and grasped Zack’s hair, the other reached onto the bed to try and make herself feel grounded, the sensation of being in such an earthly delight was sending her mind spiraling into the heavens. Her back arched as she felt Zack roughly rattle his mouth against her sex, humming his hungry desires loudly against her to let the sounds vibrate on her body. He even dared his tongue to venture inside her, letting it squirm and thrust as he tasted every bit of her.

 “Zack! Ah...! Isaac!” she practically screamed.

 He wasn’t going to stop until she climaxed, and his mouth was eagerly waiting to take in every drop. He sucked and slurped every inch that he could find, he could feel her body getting hotter, her body shaking, and smell her scent becoming sweeter. Zack couldn’t care if the overwhelming pleasure he was giving Ray was causing her to pull at his hair, he actually kind of liked it when she got that way, it meant that he drove her body at the point beyond her control, and it felt so damn good.

 Zack smacked and licked his lips to wet them a little before diving back in for more of Ray, letting his tongue trail along her lips and folds, as her hips eagerly gyrated to meet his touches. The heat accumulating in her thighs as starting to feel unbearable, like she needed to just let it all out, but Zack’s greedy slurps was only worsening it. When she tried to give a hint to send her to her climax, he did something else instead, like thrust his tongue inside her again.

 “Zack, please…” she whimpered.

 Zack wasn’t listening, he was tracing every bit of her wet lips in long circles before delving back between them to eat again.

 “Zack…ah…mmh…”

 Zack’s lust-filled eyes glanced up slightly, as he flicked his tongue at her throbbing bundle of nerves, and noticed her eyes were filled with a strong want. She wanted him to send her to her climax.

 Zack enveloped his lips around her one last time before letting his tongue swirl at her sweet spot, remembering each overly sensitive area that made her back arch and her fingers yank at his hair. Ray threw her head back in the pillows, breathing a long moan as her toes curled, and her head spun.

 “Zack…right there…”

 He knew, that’s why it had his undivided attention, giving it a barrage of lick and kisses before progressing it into firm sucks. He rattled his mouth again to drive her body wild, and her hips eagerly curved up to meet such a carnal sensation. The heat between her legs felt like it was going to unleash any second, every pleasurable sensation she felt made her bite at her bottom lip as that feeling of falling into vast nothingness approached.

 Zack could hear her stifled moans and pleased whimpers as both his tongue and her hips worked in unison to bring her to that state of ecstasy. Soon, she sharply gasped as she felt the heat burst, and her hips bucked upward as pleasure suddenly swarmed through her body. Zack hungrily wrapped his lips around her, wanting to take every drop of her orgasm into his mouth, as he hummed a moan of satisfaction. Zack slightly pulled away to slowly and leisurely lap at her until Ray was ready to come back down to Earth, his arms gradually pulled away to free her as her stimulated hips slowly rested onto the bed.

 Isaac panted heavily from being so overly aroused by Ray’s moans and her invigorating taste.

 “…So tasty…” he breathed, then brought the back of his hand up to wipe his mouth.

 Rachel tried to catch her breath, taking deep breaths to try and situate where on earth she was at the moment, and felt the lingering throbs between her legs. Zack slowly climbed back on top of her, bringing his hands up to cradle her face, watching her look up at him and him only.

 “Zack…” she hummed.

 “Ray…” Zack replied with a sweet smile, filled with desire.

 Her hands slid up to Zack’s sneaking her fingers between the spaces of Zack’s own digits, she just wanted to feel his intimate warmth for a moment.

 “I love you…” she whispered.

 Zack leaned down, sweetly bumping their heads together so they could gaze into their eyes for a moment.

 “I want you so bad, Ray…” Zack muttered.

 Soon, Rachel leaned up a little to whisper into his ear.

 “Then, desire me…”

 Zack growled in the back of his throat, she repeated his own very words in such a sweet and seductive tone. He was going to have her and no longer let himself have any restraint.

 He removed his hands from her face, then captured one of Ray’s hands to pin them to the bed, sliding their fingers together to show her that they would never be apart. Zack motioned his hips close to Ray’s, as he positioned the tip of his manhood to slide himself inside. Then he slid his free hand to grasp at Ray’s leg closest to his reach, and held onto it as the man pulled her body close to him. His hard cock slid in with ease, with Ray’s hips eagerly welcoming in his intrusion.

 God, his penetration will always feel like a new sensation to him each time, just that feeling of their mutual heat and connection sent a flurry of emotions in his head. He leaned a little to give his hips better room to pound into her, then began the slippery movement of his inner thighs. Rachel could feel Zack tug her leg to make her body inch closer to him as his cock slid in and out of her at a quick and needy pace. Rachel brought her free hand up to guide Zack’s face to hers and capture his lips. She wanted to taste his moan so badly as she was filled with his heat repeatedly gliding inside of her.

 The two locked lips once more, letting their tongues dance and taste one another as they breathed their carnal breaths. Their hips swayed and collided against one another in a quick and sensual rhythm, as both body parts moved together in pleasurable friction. As their mouth parted, Zack was quick to find Ray’s neck and sink his teeth down, hearing her let out a slight hiss before he replaced his teeth with his tongue, then his lips. His body was still burning from Rachel’s teases and his continued arousal during his quick moment of dining, he couldn’t care if he came now, he only cared to make the woman experience heaven a second time.

 “Ray…mh…Rachel…” Zack moaned out, “I’m not gonna hold back…”

 He wasn’t a liar, he lift himself up to stand straight on his knees as he gripped tightly at Ray’s leg, then began to pump his cock into her at a faster, and slightly harder pace. This enabled him to get her pleasure zones much easily, feeling her body squirm and arch to hungrily take in more of him to get those sweet spots even more.

 He was acting unrestrained, with his hips thrusting as wildly as it was, he even dove back down to start devouring her breasts next. His lips, teeth, and tongue teased at her petite little nubs to harden them, then suckled away to make Rachel’s mind spiral into oblivion. Her head was spinning, her body felt that heat once more as Zack’s hard dick continue to slide into her, Ray’s body was screaming in bliss with every spot grazed and struck within her sensitive walls, and Zack having his way with her small breasts to put her body in a sensory overload.

 “Zack…” she mewled.

 “Louder,” Zack growled, finding her neck yet again as his thighs eagerly slammed into her, “…I wanna hear you beg…”

 He thrust his dick into her yet again, feeling the woman squirm and arch her back with a sharp gasp.

 “Mmh! Zack!” she shouts, “…F-Faster! Please! Oh, Zack!”

 Isaac replied with a slow and tender glide of his tongue along her throat. His hips gave into her demand and picked up the pace even more, the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breaths and their sweat laden bodies meeting in a passionate crash. Ray slid her free hand to Isaac’s back, feeling at his shoulder blades, his spine, his hip bone, and even at his buttock before sliding back up to repeat the process.

 Zack panted and moaned as his body continued to heat up from his energy burning due to his speedy thrusts, Ray’s body swaying and tightening around his stimulated cock to match his rough rhythm made him want to bury his face in Rachel’s neck and give her everything his body had to offer. Ray herself couldn’t keep her mind from spinning, the vertigo from Zack’s teases and his pleasures was still trying to process in her mind, but failing with newer pleasures flooding in. Soon, Zack slid his other hand free so he could grab at Rachel’s other leg, holding her close to bring them both of them to that sweet finish.

 “Fuck…sweet fuckin Christ…ah…” Zack softly swore in between breaths.

 Rachel brought her newly freed arm to bring up to Zack’s back as well, her nails lightly dug into his skin as Zack swiftly dragged his pulsing member inside of her. She sensed that need to climax again as her body wanted to take in every inch of Isaac. The man felt himself go in so deeply as Rachel’s back arched once more and her throbbing heat was more slick than ever. Ray’s body was tightening yet again, feeling Zack’s cock squirm against her inner walls, and both of their bodies brimming with a growing heat.

 “Z-Zack…ah…Zack!” Ray gasped out, “…Zack…”

 That sweet singing again, Zack’s response to her passionate name calling as to cover her neck and shoulders in love bites, his hips never stopping to push their bodies to that limit between the earth and the heavens. Sweat began to trickle down his brow, and he was overwhelmed with the need to fill Ray up, it was building up in him so much that he didn’t want to hold it anymore. Their sensual motion of bodies was enough to stimulate him that he was beginning to feel that familiar pressure in his body, that pressure to let his body erupt from bliss.

 As Zack slammed his hips in a little more, he felt Ray’s body quake yet again, followed by loud moans that echoed one after the other, Isaac watched the woman cave into her second orgasm, and reveled in the sensation all around him. Her heat and her tightness as he continued his thrusts eventually made him teeter over the edge too. He buried his face in Rachel’s neck, as he voiced out his breaths of pleasure. Ray’s nails dragged across his skin from her own loss in bliss, even during it all, her body felt Zack’s length throb from excitement as it began to expel his load into her - starting with one strong spurt, followed by another.

 Isaac breathed heavily as his hips went on a sort of autopilot, his mind was nowhere in reality while his hips gradually slowed down to deposit every drop into her. It was a hot and sticky sensation between the couple, from both sweat, and the combination of their aroused fluids. Slowly, Zack was feeling himself come back from his sexual high, his body was a little tired, but he still had enough energy to pull out his spent member from Ray. He directed his off-colored stare at the woman’s body, quietly watching the result of his actions with a sort of satisfaction, while a trail of milky white seed began to trickle out from the woman’s entrance, due to excess.

What they did was incredible, they both had a passionate performance just now, and Zack wanted this woman to feel damn proud about it.

 “God…Ray, that was fucking amazing…” Zack mumbled in between pants.

 He didn’t get an answer, he perked his head up and hovered his body over Rachel’s and saw that she wasn’t moving.

 “Oh fuck…oh fuck!” he nearly shouts. “Shit, shit, shit! Ray!”

 Zack brought a hand to feel at her cheeks, and felt a strong warmth coming from them. Her breathing was very light, but she was alive. Isaac let out a deep sigh of relief as he still felt his heart race from his mini-heart attack.

 “Christ…she blacked out…” he rambled, “thank god I didn’t kill her…oh god, what a way to die...”

Looks like he was the one who was surprised now.

 Zack shifted himself to sit on the edge of the bed as he ran his fingers through Rachel’s hair, watching the woman regain the stamina she had overly spent. Now he began to ponder if Ray would panic just the same if he would fall unconscious – no, she was way too level headed to panic about it. Plus, she’d have to work really hard, or at least, find his weak spots, to deplete his large pool of stamina.

 “...Yeah…pretty sure she'd be giggling all giddy-like,” Zack huffed to himself in amusement, “Hmph…at least I get to poke at her about this.”

 He leaned over to Ray and gently kissed her forehead, then trailed it to her lips, kissing at it a few times.

 “Hey…don’t know if you can hear me…but, I just want to tell you…sleep tight, okay?” Zack whispered, then leaned to her ear, “…and that I love you too.”

 If such an intense and amazing event happened over a simple love note, Zack couldn’t wait what the next batches would say. Even though it was a sweet way to make him practice combating illiteracy, he sure as hell loved the reward.

[hiswhiteknight]

Yippee-Ki-Yay

Summary:  The Reader takes the Christmas Movie - Die Hard, very seriously! And it the uproar of defending the greatest Christmas movie of all time, they discover Bucky has never seen it and intends to change that.

This was for the @buckychrist holiday writing challenge. The prompt being, “Die Hard is the best Christmas movie, and I won’t hear a word saying otherwise.” As someone who loves Die Hard, this was a fun one to write. Enjoy! And thanks Hayley for hosting this challenge and congrats on the 3.5k!!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1500

Warning: Fluff, Cursing, Implied smut

Wilson yelled over the group, stomping behind you, “Alright, that’s the last time Y/N is allowed to watch Die Hard during Christmas,” he made sure to yell loud enough for everyone to hear.

Captain, though no one knew, was getting sick of the banter between Sam and yourself, “This, I agree with Wilson.”

You spun around walking down the ramp backwards, “Die Hard is the best Christmas movie, and I won’t hear a word saying otherwise,” you put your hands over your ears and twirl around, skipping down the ramp.

“That’s an action movie, Y/N, very little has to do with Christmas,” Sam countered back, “Its focus is not Christmas.” You acted like you didn’t hear him, humming Christmas music under your breath to block him out, “And that’s not the problem, Y/N. The problem is you quoting nonstop during the mission.”

“What,” you shriek, acting offended, “I don’t do that. I’m a professional Samuel.”

You both were facing each other now, with Captain, Bucky, Clint, and Nat surround the both of you. Sam used his finger to start counting, “Well I don’t know,” he is acting like he had to think about all the moments, “Let’s see, ‘Welcome to the party, pal,’ ‘Come out to the coast! We’ll get together, have a few laughs,’ ‘Happy Trails, Hans,” he continued.

“The person’s name was Hans,” you yelled out, still sounding offended.

Sam looked bewildered, “It was a woman, Y/N, a woman.” The group chuckled, and Sam continued, point at Nat, “When Romanoff told you about a group of Hydra behind you, you responded with, ‘No fucking shit, lady. Does it sound like I’m ordering pizza,” he pointed out.

You paused for a moment trying to come up with an excuse. Your face strained, while sounding sarcastic, “Well,” you swallow, “She was late to the game. I was in the middle of fighting them already.”

Captain added his little, “We could have done without the language.”

Nat laughed, turning to spin away and get cleaned up. You grimaced at Captain’s response, clearly, he was on a side that wasn’t yours. Sam scoffed at you, using his hand to motion pushing you away, “Now I have a machine gun. Ho Ho Ho,” he finished, you looked unimpressed, “You were holding one of Stark’s laser cannons,” Sam yelled with a finish.

“It’s practically a machine gun, Wilson,” you continued, now urging the group to follow you. You all deserved some rest after this mission.

“Oh,” Bucky finally chimed in, “That’s why you were saying crazy things, they were movie quotes,” he smiled, feeling really proud of himself. Everyone stop, slowing turning to scowl at Bucky, “I thought you were just trying to sound more bad ass.”

You squinted one of you eyes at him, “I don’t need to sound bad ass,” you growled towards him, “I am bad ass,” you yell. You calmed your voice, trying to focus on the real problem, “Bucky, have you never seen the best Christmas movie of all time,” you question him softly, “Die Hard.”

He cocked his head, “That doesn’t sound like a Christmas movie,” the whole group erupted in a chuckle.

Grabbing his hand, “Well it is and if you say otherwise, I will cut you,” you yell for everyone else to hear. Sam yelled something back, but at the moment that didn’t matter.

Bucky didn’t pull away, “Am I about to be punished or something?”

You spun quickly, halting without a sign, which caused Bucky to slam into your little body, “We are going to my lair, where we are going to watch Die Hard, the Christmas movie.” You grip his hand again, pulling him with you, “But first, snacks.”

After you got all the snacks and changed into something not covered it gore, you shove Bucky down on the couch, “How many times have you watched Die Hard this year?” he asked curiously, getting comfortable next to you. He tossed his arm on the couch behind you and gave you all his attention.  You and Bucky were good friends, but there was this undisclosed tension and attraction towards each other. You’ve just grown to ignore it and Bucky has done the same, both ignoring it for different reasons.

Looking up the ceiling, you used your fingers to try to count, “You know, doesn’t matter.” You shoo the thought away, “Alright Bucky,” you turn to face him, looking awfully serious, “Prepare yourself to see the best Christmas movie of all time.”

Pushing some hair out of your face, “Consider me prepared, Doll,” he shared a smile with you.

You nod, like this was an official start to something serious and sat back against his arm. The movie started, but Bucky couldn’t help but steal some glances at you. You continued to quote the movie under your breath, even motioning the same gestures as John McClane did. Bucky loved how you loved this movie. And he could even understand why you felt this was a Christmas movie. Especially because you made sure to comment on every Christmas reference and thing in the movie, “Should I be taking notes,” he teased back at you.

“Not your worse idea,” you smirk, squeezing his thigh, than leaving your hand there. He became well away of what you were doing to him.

Bucky continued to push you by pointing out the lack of plausibility to some of the action sequences, “See that, that couldn’t happen,” he said as a whisper, not to take your complete focus away from the movie.

“Barnes,” you growl, pausing the movie to look at him, “As a fellow super spy, I’m well aware of the believability of action movies. So shut your gob and use your imagination. Just enjoy what this is, which is the greatest Christmas movie of all times.”

His grin lit up the room. Your passion and seriousness over a movie were enduring and he loved it. So, he took this pause in the movie to lean forward, placing one hand on your hip, and the next on your neck to kiss you. He had made you forget the fact that you were watching a movie you loved dearly with his soft lips and gentle grasps. You had made yourself forget how much you wanted this and now that it’s happening you get carried away.

After a few moments, you both separate to look at each other. Bucky runs his hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. You straightened your shirt, wetting your lips again, “You must have really liked the movie.”

“Well,” he cocked his head to look at you again, “I don’t really have anything else to compare it to. I haven’t seen any other Christmas movie,” he leaned in coolly to kiss you again, but you pulled your head back.

“Are you kidding,” you said disgusted again, “Bucky, you haven’t seen any of the classics?”

Bucky scratched the back of his head, “Well Doll, I haven’t had much time to watch many flicks. I’ve been busy.”

You shook your head, “This will not due,” you get up, going over to your shelf, “You can’t have you spouting off about Die Hard being the greatest Christmas movie of all time while you have nothing to compare it to. That would taint the evidence.” You were pulling out a ton of films, “I hope you don’t mind spending the night with me, we have a lot of research to do,” you look back at him with a smile. He looked you up and down, giving you a curious glance. He didn’t want to assume what you were inferring, though he was intrigued. And with a glimmer in your eye, you finished your statement, “We can take the occasional break between movies, you know to discuss the film and such,” you sent a wink his way.

“And such,” he added, “I think I need a break right now,” he grabbed your arm and pulled you down under him.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you grinned up at him, loving the feel of him against you. You leaned down to kiss him but pulled back again. You gave him a teasing grin, “But first, you have to swear your allegiance to Die Hard.”

He shook his head, “How about I say it’s a Christmas movie,” you didn’t give him a convincing smile. You growled at him, pinching his arm, though it didn’t phase him at all, “Though I will swear my allegiance to you and only you darling,” his grin grew larger. He cradled your cheek, using his thumb to gently stroke, “My bad ass, over dramatic, movie quoting babe.”

You played with the collar of his shirt, trying to act coy, “I’ll just ignore the over dramatic part,” you shrug before pulling him fully down on you. As you closed your eyes, you blessed John McClane for this little get together. You knew this was going to be a wild, playful night. As you moved positions, you sexy grin, saying, “Yippee-Ki-Yay.”

[alexiela73]

Hi!!!! Congrats on 1000!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 You definitely deserve them plus another 1000!!!! May I request blackwatch Mccree trying to woo a female reader who isn’t really experienced in dating, and is super nervous about guys? Like, she wants to be with Jesse, but flirting makes her shy and nervous? (Could I also maybe get a kiss thrown in there too????? :) Thanks! 😊 Your writing’s always so good, I can’t wait!

Thank you! I know this is a little late but I really appreciate that!!! I was actually kind of excited for this one. 

“Staring at her isn’t creepy at all,” Genji Shimada said sarcastically, his voice low as he slowly leaned against the wall beside Jesse McCree at the outside training area. Right now there was a training group in session for Blackwatch, and Commander Gabriel Reyes was leading them in a set of exercises. 

Sitting on a bench, a cigar hanging from between his lips, Jesse at first only tipped his hat at Genji in response. Then after a moment, he took the cigar from his lips and slowly blew out a cloud of smoke, his eyes never leaving you once. It reminded Genji of a predatory gaze, and he was sure you could feel Jesse’s eyes too.

Slowly, Jesse glanced up at the brooding cyborg “She just doesn’t make sense to me,” Jesse mutters, before looking back at you. You were small and nimble, and there have been many times so far in the last month or so that he’s found himself lost when seeing your smile.

“Any girl who doesn’t instantly fall for you doesn’t make sense to you,” Genji said with a chuckle. “Perhaps this one is smart?”

Jesse growled slightly, before taking another puff of the cigar. He knew you could see him watching, but you purposely kept your gaze away. Jesse found you intriguing. You avoided him, and you remained mute most of the times that he spoke to you, keeping your gaze down. When you did talk, you stuttered rather adorably, in his opinion. 

One way or another, Jesse couldn’t tell if you were interested or not, but so far he was leaning towards not. And that was not going to fly, because unfortunately for you, he was very interested in you.

“Alright, time for sparring practice,” Gabriel said, hands on his hips as he looked over the line of trainees. Eyes stopping on you, he grinned and pointed with his thumb at the sparring circle. “Get up there, guppy.” Gabriel always called trainees guppies until they’d reached their sixth month.

You grimaced, but went into the ring. Your skills were pretty good, and you were a lot higher in the class then the rest. But you hated being singled out, and honestly, it was nerve wracking to be training when Jesse McCree was watching you like a hawk. It made you scared to fail, and honestly made you feel warm all over in a way you were unused to. 

Gabriel was rubbing his chin. “Who’d like to be s/o’s opponent?” Gabe asked the other trainees, slowly walking back and forth in front of them, eyeing them.

No one offered, most of them to embarrassed by the chance of being taken down by a girl. After a moment though, a voice that you both feared and loved spoke, his accent putting butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll do it,” Jesse said, getting up slowly and putting out his cigar. Raising an eyebrow, Genji watched Jesse with mild curiosity. What game was the cowboy playing?

You prayed that Gabriel would say no, but the commander looked like he was very much considering it. “Fine,” he said, shrugging. “No weapons and no backing down, though. Don’t play easy either, McCree.” He moved out of the circle, as did everyone else as they whispered.

Smirking, Jesse’s eyes met yours. “Never do, boss. Now, why don’t we make a lil’ bet, darlin’,” Jesse drawled, shrugging out of his sarape and putting his gun belt on top of where it was now folded off to the side.

You stared mutely at him, nerves getting at you, but you knew backing down was weakness. You’d struggled to avoid him before, but now it was time to face the man who you lusted after. If only you had more experience with men, but you didn’t and you were having a hard time with him.

“If I win, you go out on a date with me this Friday,” Jesse said, as if you’d agreed and he slowly rolls up his sleeves. You could feel everyone whispering around you, and Gabriel face palming on the side line. “If you win...” Jesse didn’t expect you to ask for anything, really.

There was a moment, though, that you felt rather bold. “Then you’ll stop this aggressive flirting and stalking,” you said, trying to sound strong but it was a bit hard, as you gazed into those eyes of his that seemed to strip your soul bare.

Jesse blinked, scratching his head. “I agree to the terms but...they aren’t aggressive,” Jesse defends, sure that your exaggerating a bit. He’s been nothing but gentlemanly and kind, as far as he’s sure. “And I wouldn’t say I’m a stalker-”

Slowly as the two of you circled each other, you scowled at him. “Being near my door every morning when I head to training so that you can walk beside me, with or without permission, even if I’m early or late heading to...that is stalking,” you point out. “Forcefully saying I’m beautiful and that you’ll rock me in bed is both overconfident and aggressive.”

A few of the people around them chuckled, and Gabriel seemed quite amused, even as Jesse frowned. “Hey, I was just saying the truth. And I wasn’t being forceful, or overconfident,” he said, watching your pose. When would you strike?

For once, you weren’t so tongue-tied and circling him as you did now, you felt almost at ease. How strange, considering every other time you couldn’t look him in the eyes you were so nervous. 

“Oh ya? You’re being awfully overconfident right now too, thinking you’ll automatically win,” you said, giving him a look.

Scowling, Jesse glared. “You think you can win? The date is as good as-” before Jesse could even finish that sentence, you took that moment of distraction and lunged. Jesse didn’t realize until you were right in front of him, your fist coming right from under his chin to do an uppercut.

There was real force, and Jesse found himself falling back, the world going black for probably ten, fifteen seconds. Whatever it was, when he opened his eyes, he was laying on his back on the ground, you standing over his and his jaw hurting a bit.

Everyone was hurrying over, and in the back he could just hear Genji- Genji the cold and uncaring, laughing his ass off loudly. Gabriel was grinning, and you looked so anxious.

“Are you okay?” you asked immediately, feeling bad but you weren’t going to just let him win that. And in the moment, you’d known that a big man like him was strong, and would likely have had you grappled to the floor quickly. So you had put all your force into a blow you knew that would hopefully leave him unconscious, even for a moment.

Blinking slowly, Jesse stared at you. “You...you knocked me out,” he said, stunned.

Looking embarrassed, you rubbed the back of your head. “I’m really sorry about that. But hey, I won?” you said, embarrassed and proud at the same time. It had been a good match, even if only one person got to make a move.

It took him a moment to realize that you’d really won, and disappointment slowly filled him as he forced himself to sit up, noticing his hat had fallen off. The trainees around him had started to back up, still whispering among themselves and almost looking fearful of you.

“Well...honestly, didn’t see that coming. But...you’re good. You know what you’re doing. A+,” Jesse murmurs, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Guess I won’t be seeing you around anymore, then.” The disappointment and sadness were much stronger then he’d imagined possible. 

Blinking, you frowned and held out his hat to him. “I didn’t...I didn’t say I wanted you to leave me alone,” you said, your cheeks turning a dark pink. “I...I just...said not to be so aggressive in your attempt to woo me. I prefer my men to be a little more...sensitive,” you decided the word was suitable.

In the back, Genji said just loud enough. “Oh, he’s sensitive alright. Cried like a bitch during Bambi.” To which Jesse gritted his teeth, trying with difficulty to ignore. But he was more focused on your words.

“I...I see. Then...” Jesse tried to think. His head hurt just a little. “Would...would you please like to go on a date with me sometime soon?” He said, a bit more kindly and gentle then his many other attempts.

You supposed after knocking him flat on his ass and embarrassing him a bit that a date was okay. “Fine. But...only on one condition,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip in a way that made him desperate to kiss you.

“What’s the condition?” he asked, willing to do anything for you as you stared without realizing through your lashes at him, the look on your face rather exquisite and sultry....you didn’t mean to.

“Can we watch Bambi 1 and 2 together?” you asked sweetly, wanting to see his reaction to it.

Fucking Genji, he thought to himself but agreed, since it was the only way to get you to date him.

[loki-hargreeves]

Loki, Illusions - Chapter 11

(chapter 10)

Your P.O.V.

Everything was a big mess as we moved from the cruel Asgardian prison to the castle where Odin was waiting for us. Loki had been taken there by guards as Thor had found me and he happily took me to the castle. He must've been just as curious as me. Thor and I had been quicker since he used his hammer to fly. We walked to the throne hall and saw Odin there, sitting on the throne with almost a sad yet stern face.

Thor and I changed looks silently but we spoke through our eyes. What the hell was going on? Thor didn't let me walk further inside yet. He put his muscular arm in front of me, keeping me from running over to Odin. I wanted to go but I understood why I had to be patient. So I took a deep breath and leaned against the golden wall, trying to keep as calm as I could.

The silence was broken as several footsteps approached the throne. Both Thor and I turned to look at the group of people which contained guards and Loki who had been chained up. I saw Loki's face and noticed that he was looking at me. He just nodded before he stopped, facing his father deeply. The tension in the room was truly making my heart skip a few beats.

''Loki, my son'' Odin spoke up, finally. It surprised me that he used those words because a few days ago it sounded like he only had one son, Thor. I held my breath and listened to everything carefully although my nerves were on fire. I saw the slight surprise on Loki's face as well. His body tensed and he cleared his throat.

''Odin, my father'' Loki replied almost sarcastically.  The way he said 'father' was almost mocking. His words echoed in here until it was quiet again. ''Do not make things worse. I'm here to tell you good news but you must listen to my conditions'' Odin told Loki a little harshly like a king spoke to a stranger. Thor took a step forward so he stood next to me. I glanced at the God of Thunder who for once didn't look amused. His blue eyes were filled with sorrow and his body language made it evident he was just as nervous as me.

''I'm listening but I must say, being chained up doesn't make this seem as good news'' Loki sighed and raised his eyebrows. Odin clenched his jaw and took a deep, rough breath. I was afraid Loki's sass would ruin his freedom. ''Free him'' Odin demanded after a while and looked away, allowing his guards to unchain Loki. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears! What was so important that Loki could get his will through?

As Loki was freed, he stretched his arms a little bit and stood more comfortably. He seemed pleased with his words that had finally been considered. ''We all know that Asgard has been taken by storm with Y/N. Everyone is excited about her arrival but it isn't as good as it sounds like'' Odin began talking and we all listened. As he mentioned me, a shiver ran down my spine and I felt bad. It's like the second my name left his lips, all eyes were on me. Even Loki glanced at me through narrowed eyes.

I had to look away because I felt guilty. Had I made Loki's situation worse by coming to Asgard? Thor put his hand on my shoulder which made me face him again. ''It's okay'' He whispered softly and nodded, then looking back to Loki. Loki glanced at Thor strangely before facing Odin again. I was so tense that I felt like throwing up. I was afraid Loki wouldn't be free after all.

''Y/N has powers that are strong enough to destroy realms. She can't control them and if no one helps her, the powers will take over her and she could be harmed'' Odin continued seriously and made me think about myself. I didn't realize I had such strong powers as Odin described them as. I looked down at my palms and were tingling lightly. A very faint purple shimmer was flying around my fingertips but they vanished as I put my hands into fists.

''Evidently, she trusts you. Your sentence may be changed if you agree to mentor her so she can control her powers. If you do, your sentence will be more lenient. Instead of living your life in prison, you are free on Asgard. If you succeed, you may even travel to other realms someday'' Odin proposed his thoughts for Loki. My eyes widened and I gulped, almost afraid of what would happen. But I was also happy. Odin wouldn't separate me and Loki! We could actually spend time together if he'd agree.

Loki was dramatic by being silent for a while. He seemed to ponder his options for a while. After a few seconds of silence, I was actually scared. He didn't answer yet and time just passed. My breath hitched in my throat and I wanted to say something but I couldn't. I could just wish that Loki did the right thing.

Loki took his eyes off of Odin and turned to me. I tried to offer him a smile but my lips didn't move. ''How long is my sentence?'' Loki wanted to know but he didn't take his eyes off of me. I felt like a stone as I stood beside Thor. I wasn't even sure if I heard Loki's question right. ''It's shorter if you teach her things quickly but if you're slow, it'll be at least ten years. It's short compared to eternity, my son'' Odin spoke with a warm hint in his voice. Even he wanted Loki to do the right thing.

I pleaded for him to answer by looking at him. He couldn't seriously consider going back to that cell, right? The coldness from Loki's face faded and the corners of his mouth curved up into a small yet glad smile. ''I'll mentor Y/N'' He finally made a decision that filled me with relief. I let out a breath and touched my chest with both hands, almost touched by his words.

''That's a wise decision. Your sentence has been changed and you are no longer a prisoner of Asgard'' Odin declared loudly and hit the throne with his spear. It echoed slightly and the guards walked away, almost in sync. That's when I could finally move my muscles. I ran towards Loki with a huge grin on my face. For a while, I ignored everything else around me.

As I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his body without asking. I was way too happy to let my shyness control me. ''Thank you so much'' I whispered as I let my muscles relax underneath his touch. Loki patted my back and then chuckled. ''Did you actually fear I'd go back to my cell?'' He whispered and looked down at me. I unwrapped my arms but I stayed close to him. ''You were awfully quiet'' I replied softly and then took a deep, shaky breath.

The fact he was free eased my mind so much and I was happy that Loki was happy. We stood there, facing each other almost too happy until we were interrupted. Odin cleared his throat and I flinched, stepping away from Loki. ''You may leave'' He told us with a strange smile. I wanted to question Odin but Loki wrapped his strong arm around me and began to walk away, taking me with him.

Loki and I walked up some spiral stairs until we were on the same floor as my room. Instead of going there, he turned to the left and opened a big door. It was dark as we walked inside but by the snap of his fingers, candles lit up all around the room. It was beautiful! The floor was like marble and it looked really clean. I saw many, black bookshelves full of old books, a dark brown desk with papers, huge bed with green duvets and all kinds of golden decorations. There was a fireplace on the opposite of the bed and two doors, probably to a closet and a bathroom.

''Is this your room?'' I asked Loki and walked to the bookshelves. I wiped some dust away with my finger and touched a red book. They all looked so interesting and I wanted to read them immediately. ''Yes it is. If I'm going to mentor you, I thought we'd begin by books. I've got a lot of them'' He spoke calmly, all the anger gone now that he wasn't in that dull cell.

Loki got right behind me, almost towering me as he stood there. Then he reached out for a blue book, his body brushing against mine. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I felt like blushing but I tried to ignore it. It was most likely my imagination that made this seem different than what it was. Loki opened the book and I looked at it curiously. Everything was written in runes which were nonsense to me. I looked at the beautiful drawings that moved as Loki brushed his long fingers above them.

The runes vanished and English text appeared on the old pages. ''Wow'' I gasped as I saw what happened. Loki smiled sweetly and looked at my reaction closely. ''If you find that impressive, just wait until I'll show you my favourite tricks'' He implied mysteriously but his words filled me with joy.

''I can't wait'' I answered and met his eyes. The candlelit room made his jade eyes glisten with a golden light. His flawless skin was given colour by the lights as well and he looked magical. I couldn't help but to stare in awe. Loki looked like a true God and whoever dared to say anything else was probably blind.

We looked at each other for a really long time, probably way too long. I felt entranced by his look yet our little staring session wasn't awkward. For a second, I could swear there was something between us that wanted to pull us closer but it was broken. Loki's smile faded and he looked afraid.

''This is a good book, you should read it before we do anything'' He cleared his throat and gave it to me, letting go of it so fast that I nearly dropped it. I held the book but my mind was on him. What on earth just happened? Why did he seem so scared all of a sudden?

''Okay'' I muttered and sighed, looking at the book. It was old, the blue leather was worn and the pages had turned yellowish. I turned it to the first page and eyed the drawing first. It was a pair of hands with a golden shimmer around them. The Asgardian book differed from what I was used to. The picture was actually moving slightly, making the shimmer appear realistic.

So I sat down on one of his chairs and began reading the book. It intrigued me so much that I sunk into the world it took me in. Although it was the basic steps to magic, I felt happy and privileged. I couldn't help but to wonder what this would be worth of earth.

***

After going through a lot of pages, my focus was interrupted. Loki had been roaming around his room quietly until now. I took my tired eyes off the book and looked around. The door was open and I saw Thor there. ''May I come in?'' He asked politely, facing his brother curiously. Loki shrugged and allowed Thor inside. I assumed he had something to tell Loki so I looked down at the book and tried to read but I couldn't help but hear my surroundings.

''I'm going to Midgard'' Thor said simply but I heard the worry in his voice. That's when I looked at Thor. I wanted to ask him if I could come to say goodbye to my family but I was quick to stop myself. Who was I kidding? Odin would not let me leave Asgard for a while. ''What brings you there?'' Loki wanted to know, obviously keen to know the reason behind this all.

''It's Jane. Heimdall can't see her'' Thor admitted which spilt the truth. Now I knew why he was worried. ''Is she dead?'' Loki wondered thoughtlessly. I shot him a glance but he didn't seem worried about Thor's girlfriend. ''No, it's something more serious. That's why I'm going. I also wondered if you'd like me to bring something for you, Y/N'' Thor turned to me and shut the book for me.

Good for him I remembered the page. ''Are you sure you've got time to take some of my belongings here?'' I questioned Thor although I was happy he thought of me. ''Yes'' He replied seriously and made me think. Did I need anything? A thought popped into my head. ''Well I just moved to an apartment in New York. I've got a few boxes there but there's one in my bedroom with my most important belongings, such as photos, old books and other memories. If you have time, could you please tell my family that I'm okay?'' I pleaded shyly but I forced my mouth to spit out the words.

Thor's face almost melted with compassion as I asked him my request. ''Of course, don't worry about it Y/N'' He offered me a warm smile. ''Thank you so much!'' I breathed out and stood up to give him a hug. Thor hugged me back in a friendly matter before he left, waving bye to Loki as well. We watched as he left our sight and shut the door.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but notice the strange look on Loki's face. His jaw was clenched and there was a shadow in his eyes. Our eyes met but neither one of us spoke. I just cleared my throat and grabbed the book, searching for the page I had been on. As I did that, Loki decided to speak.

''You have become friends, I see'' He said with a musky voice. I knew about their conflicts and Loki's past. Was he angry that I and Thor got along? ''I guess so'' I shrugged slightly, feeling a little cold now. Loki huffed and sat down on his bed. I gulped and tried to keep me calm. ''Great'' He mumbled underneath his breath, so quietly I barely heard him. My gut twisted as I heard the tone in his voice. He sounded hurt, even jealous. Did he fear I'd forget about him?

I put the book aside and walked closer to his bed. ''Loki'' I sighed and caught his attention. He looked at me boldly, almost like he waited for me to defend myself. ''If I make friends here, none of them will compare to you'' I offered him a sweet, shy smile. Some puzzle pieces clicked together in my mind and it filled me with sadness.

It's like Loki wasn't used to having friends. The way he acted told me he never knew people for a long time. It's like he had experienced people forgetting about him each time he got to know someone as they'd turn to Thor. He was afraid of being left alone again. He wouldn't admit it but I could tell.

''You're important to me'' I added and dared to sit down next to him. By now, my heart was all the way in my throat. Loki pulled his rosy lips into a thin line and he looked at my feet silently. He was probably thinking and I let him, being quiet as I waited for his response. A lot had happened today so I didn't want to push him around at all.

''No one ever says that'' He sighed, finally opening up. I knew this was rare and I had a chance to support him for once. So I had to be very careful. ''I do and I won't stop'' I assured him warmly. Loki's eyes nearly glistened by now. He stared at the floor, never looking away. The way he looked down, so silently looked painful. It's like he saw a video on loop right in front of his eyes, a video of cold and hurtful memories he had to relive each time they happened to pop up into his mind.

''What happened?'' I whispered, gently placing my hand on his shoulder, hoping I could comfort him. Loki's face turned to the side so he looked away from me. ''I promise I'll listen to you, without judging you at all'' I added softly, almost desperately. That's when he faced me and studied my face. He probably even read my mind to see if I spoke the truth. I knew I meant every word I said so I wasn't afraid.

''Everything changed so suddenly. It's not like I was liked by everyone before that one thing but ever since things have become worse'' He decided to trust me although he seemed a bit hesitant. I couldn't believe this was happening. I nodded and let him continue, opening up my ears well.

''Thor was going to be king and I had set up a prank that wasn't as good as I thought it would've been. You see, I know a few places on Asgard that let me travel through realms without the Bifrost. I..I let some frost giants here just to cause a small mess but it was way worse than I thought. Thor wanted revenge so he dragged me and Sif and her three warriors to Jotunheim'' Loki began to explain things closely, allowing me to learn the truth about everything.

''On Jotunheim, I thought they'd say I was the one who let them to Asgard. Going to Jotunheim was strictly forbidden. So, Thor was truly hot-headed and he declined an offer to travel back to Asgard without a fight. So we had to fight for our lives, only I knew that Odin knew about us being there. I didn't trust Thor's anger so that's why I made sure he knew'' Loki admitted to me although it sounded like something he wasn't proud of.

''During the fight, one of them touched me. Instead of getting a frostbite, my skin turned blue- just like theirs. As I told you earlier, I thought I had been cursed. Odin took us back to Asgard and he banished Thor to Midgard. I had no one to talk to so I investigated my condition all by myself. I asked Odin about it and he let me know that I was adopted. It filled me with burning rage and I hated him for never telling me'' He hissed the last words and clenched his hands into fists. I was a little nervous but I didn't go away. I stayed because I wanted to support him. Loki had bottled up these feelings for a long time and I couldn't even imagine his pain.

''Odin fell into a deep sleep as I confronted him about it. Since Thor was banned, I became king. During that time, I wasn't quite..alright, I suppose. I wanted to prove myself to be Thor's equal to Odin'' He whispered and then stopped to gather himself. I noticed a silent tear rolling down his beautiful face. It broke my heart to see him this sad but I was too afraid to speak just yet, worried it could make him regret opening up to me.

''I..I almost destroyed Jotunheim because I wanted to prove I wasn't one of them. I didn't want to be the monster I had been told I was'' He choked out the words, now staring at the wall. His eyes were dull and he seemed somehow smaller for a while. His tough walls were past us now and I saw the real Loki, the one full of unspoken pain.

I ran my hand up and down his back, softly rubbing him so he could feel some sort of comfort. He took a deep breath and wiped his tears away. ''That's when my path got delirious. After fighting Thor who returned from Midgard, I was in a situation where I had only two options. I could either climb back to the broken Bifrost and face my responsibilities or I could let go and back then, I thought I'd float around space forever'' He chuckled softly but it didn't sound amusing at all.

''I let go'' He whispered and faced me. A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke. He told me everything so deeply that I felt like I had witnessed it all. It moved my soul and I was probably on the brink of crying. On earth, that confession would be linked to depressive thoughts, even suicidal ones. The amount of shit Loki had been in had obviously torn him apart. It wasn't a pretty pain, it was raw and unfair.

''Instead of being left alone, things got worse'' Loki continued deeply. These memories weren't that old and they were probably freshly painted onto his brain. ''Thanos..'' He attempted to speak but only one word left his mouth. It was a name. Loki's mouth was open but he couldn't bring himself to a point where he'd speak. Something horrible must've happened and he wasn't sure how to say it out loud.

I couldn't sit there and watch as he relived those memories. So I pulled him into a hug, allowing him to rest his head against the crook of my neck. No matter how stern or strong he claimed to be, no one could live without comfort. He wouldn't admit it but he knew he needed this hug and I couldn't not give it to him.

His hair touched my jaw and it felt soft. He tried to keep me together but in the end, he gave up. His strong arms grabbed my body and he held onto me tightly, almost lovingly. My heart began to speed up and I had tears rolling down my face, soaking his raven black hair. His scent was stronger now that we were this close.

''I-It was..like a..nightmare'' Loki choked out some words, still not ready to tell me details. I sniffled and held him better, wishing I could hug his broken pieces back together. ''I'm so sorry'' I finally responded to him with a sob. Everything I said was genuine. I was truly sorry that he had gone through something so cruel, it was hard for a God like him to speak about it.

Loki was quiet as I held him. The only sounds in the room were our sobs, his harsh breath and the wind that came in through the large windows, making the curtains flow and the flames on the candles dance.  Everything was calm except for Loki's feelings. He was devastated by his trauma.

Suddenly, a soft vision appeared in my head. I had no clue what was going on, whether it was my own imagination or my powers playing Loki's memories in my mind, but something clearly happened. I could see Loki being held by this huge, nasty looking creature with wrinkly, blueish grey skin and glowing blue eyes. The creature had chained Loki to rocks that held him down against his will. I could see Loki getting kicked and hit by this creature and other things that looked strongly of the ones in New York.

Loki was yelling out in pain although he tried to be quiet and not show them any signs of weakness. They threw things at him, tugged his body, hit him with objects and the big one used some powers that were nightmarish. Loki was being tortured coldly with absolutely no mercy. He was even surrounded by intense flames, making him suffer in the heat. The big creature was laughing, almost like it was a joke to him. He was torturing a frost giant in flames which was utterly evil and heartless.

The vision faded away as Loki spoke. ''I..I couldn't..tell you, so...I showed you'' He admitted quietly and I noticed he was facing me now. My eyes widened as I realized that the vision was his memory he showed me. Tears stung my eyes immediately and I began trembling. Loki looked away, almost ashamed. I wanted to say something but I had no idea what to tell him.

I didn't let go of him but I tried to be more gentle. I felt physically sick as I thought about some evil creatures torturing Loki, hurting him in unthinkable ways for their own good. A choked sob left my mouth and I let the heavy tears roll down again, this time being worse. ''Loki, I..I'm so so so sorry you h-had to..go through that'' I attempted to speak but it was hard.

Loki had calmed down a little bit. Although he was dismal and absolutely dejected, he managed to hug me back. Now it seemed like he comforted me because he gathered just enough strength to keep himself together again. I held my breath for a while, trying not to soak his clothes with my huge tears.

So we sat on his luxurious bed, holding each other as we let the moment sink into our minds. Loki had finally opened up to me and I understood him better than before although it was heartbreaking. Once again we grew closer to each other and this time, I was determined to defend him no matter what.

(chapter 12)

[questionofdarkness]

(Part 1) May I have a male or female match up? I'm a Pisces, pansexual, and a INFP. I'm 5'2 and I'm chubby, I have short curly/messy dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Around new people I can seem very distant, cold, have a resting bitch face, and not look like I want to talk to anybody. But in reality I'm just extremely shy and a nervous wreck to talk to new people. So I have every few friends because of this.

(Part 2) However around close friends I’m sassy, a bit stubborn, feisty, blunt, more relaxed, and sarcastic. Though there are moments where I can be a bit hyper. But I do care about my friends and family deeply and I enjoy joking around with them. Also people tell me I have a unique or alternative sense of style which I don’t mind. I’m really lazy at times, a bit of a crybaby, and I like to stay inside a lot lmao.

(Part 3) I’m pretty insecure about myself being chubby and short, and I do have some really bad anxiety and trust issues. My interests would be astrology, k-pop, dark conspiracy theories, the paranormal, and crystal healing. And my hobbies are drawing, writing, reading, playing video games, baking, and hanging out with close friends. My only dislikes I can think of are are talking in front of groups of people and having to work with people I’m extremely uncomfortable with.

Sorry for the long wait! I'm awfully busy already and I wasn't sure who to match you with, but I finally did it!

 I match you with… Kyouka Jirou!

It was pure coincidence the two of you met. You went to the cinema with some of your friends, but instead of enjoying your movie, you kept being distracted by the people in front of you. Two of them, a guy with spiky, read hair and another one with a black jacket and a loud voice kept joking and throwing popcorn at each other and a third dude, who didn’t seem amused at all. A tall girl with astonishing black hair asked them to be quiet and apologized to the people around – which only made matters worse. Next to her, the last person of the group tried her best to look like she didn’t belong with them. She caught your eye immediately, although she seemed rather distant and didn’t seem like she wanted to be there at all. She was good looking, her short hair and dark clothes fitted the expression on her face, although you only caught glimpses of that when she looked towards the others. Your friends were really annoyed, but you didn’t care much. You found the group of strangers just as fascinating.

Once the lights went back on and everyone went outside, the two dudes in front of you leaving behind a massive pile of popcorn on the floor, you found yourself standing alone in the big entry hall of the theater – everyone else had wandered off to the toilet.  That’s when you spotted the girl again. She sat on a bench by herself, looking disinterested and staring at her phone. In the electronic light you could make out her hair had a violet-blue touch to it and her lobes were long earphone jacks, one of which she had plugged into her phone. Curiously you got closer, feeling your heart beat faster at the idea of maybe talking to a complete stranger. What would you even say? Right before considering turning around and walking the opposite direction, she looked up and met your eyes with hers. “What?” She sounded snarky. “S…sorry”, you stuttered, furiously searching for something to say, “is that seat taken?” She raised an eyebrow, scooted a bit further to the left and ignored you again. Well, great. Now you HAD to sit down, or all of this would become even more awkward. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself though, finding yourself blankly starring at the floor, a distant expression on your face. Neither of you said a word. After a while, the girl let out a quiet sight, barely audible. “Sorry about the others. They can be a real pain in the ass.” She didn’t even look at you and you started to wonder if she was actually doing anything with the device in her hand, or if she just tried to look occupied. “Oh, it’s ok.” You didn’t really know where this was going. Strangers usually didn’t speak to you. More silence, only now it was even more awkward than before. You started to wonder how long it could take someone to go to the bathroom. “I… like your hair”, you muttered, deciding to take a step out of your comfort zone, although it was really hard. “Thanks.” She sounded just as uncertain as you. “Like your shirt.”

In that moment, the taller, dark haired girl from before appeared with a quick pace. “Jirou, there you are!” She had a pretty voice. “I’m sorry this took so long.” Apparently relieved to get out of the situation, the girl stood up quickly. “It’s fine, let’s go. The others are outside.” The tall girl looked from Jirou – you guessed that was her name – to you and back again, then she bowed slightly. “Thank you for keeping my friend company while I was gone.” You couldn’t see her face, but you were quite sure Jirou blushed a bit. She started walking, probably to “join the others”, but hair girl didn’t follow her just now. “Please excuse her rudeness, she is very shy. But she wouldn’t have talked to you at all if she didn’t like you, so please excuse my rudeness. My name is Momo Yaoyorozu, please take this.” She bowed again while handing you a small, white card, which – much to your surprise – contained her name and a mail address. Was she some kind of business woman? “Please feel free to contact me anytime – I’m sure Jiro would like to get to know you.” You awkwardly thanked her, not really knowing how to react to that strange situation, and she left.

You didn’t mail her – it seemed like a weird thing to do – but you looked up her name and found out she was currently studying at UA. With even more research – because it wasn’t as easy to find actual information on these people as it might seem – you also figured out more about Jiro. She too was part of the hero course, apparently in the same class as Momo. There was few to read about her though, only some notes on her work during the sports festival and her internship. You were intrigued none the less.

It was pure luck you ran into her yet again, although you might or might not have been starting to slightly change your daily route to walk past UA every day. She was walking down the street opposite you with Yaoyoroyu and a small person with a bird head, when she spotted you. It seemed she recalled your face because she stopped dead in her track. Momo also remembered you, because she smiled and started talking to Jirou excitedly. The bird person just looked at you, hands buried in the pockets of a black hoodie. “Ok, ok, fine!” Momo looked satisfied, Jirou like she was about ready to die as she walked over the street, faint blush on her cheeks and a lot less certain than she tried to look. “I’m Jirou and I sat next to you in the cinema and Yaoyo-Momo says I have to talk to you because I thought you were very cute.” She tried to look indifferent, but she could barely suppress looking like a deer in the headlights. It was adorable.

The two of you went out for coffee and very slowly started to even talk. You’re both not very good with strangers and from the outside it might seem like you don’t even want to try and have a conversation, but you’re both actually just very shy and insecure and it’s difficult to put yourself out there. Once you managed to break the first ice, things became better though. You quickly found out that Jirou’s snarky attitude was mainly a facade she put up to not let people see her insecurities. Once she opened up a bit, you realized she was actually extremely sweet, though she would never admit that out loud. She also has a strong will and act if she thinks someone’s behaving wrong. She also cares a lot more than she lets on, especially about her friends, even more about you.

She enjoys your sarcastic and sassy attitude and loves to hear you laugh, though she tends to only crack a smile. When she found out you didn’t like your looks very much, she started pointing it out whenever she noticed something she liked about you, most of the time with a blush, not looking you in the eye. She does actually think you’re incredibly cute. She especially loves your hair and stomach and that you are slightly taller than her. It takes a while until you notice that she’s just as insecure about her body as you are, be it though in a different way. You both try your best to show each other how perfect they are in your eyes.

Jirou is rather reserved, even around you, and she tries to hide how dorky she actually is, how much she loves cuddling with you or lay her head on your thighs or look at you reading. When you publicly held hands for the first time, she looked like she was about to spontaneously combust. She doesn’t like people snooping around in your relationship and gets angry whenever Kaminari makes any stupid comments. But she’s secretly really happy to show the world what a beautiful girlfriend she got.

When it comes to interests, you two have some things in common. Although it’s not her main hobby, Jirou is quite good at video games and will frequently become very competitive playing against you. She wasn’t so sure what to think of your crystals at first, but she soon got over her initial doubts and had to admit it was actually interesting. She also starts developing a taste for your music. Although she’s rather into rock, she find many of the songs you like catchy and will tell you hours on end about the theory behind some of them. She herself is a musical genius and you often listen to her practice, even though she was very embarrassed to sing or play in front of you at first. At her first small concert, you sit in the front row, a bit uncomfortable by the people around you and all the spotlight on Jirou, but happy to see her blossom in her element.

The only thing she never could get used to were the darker sides of your interests. Not that she’d judge you for them, but Jirou isn’t good with horror, and sometimes your knowledge of the supernatural or darker theories freak her out a bit. She happily puts up with it though, because she’d never ask you to give something you love up. But she can’t help getting slightly uncomfortable whenever you mention it.

You and Jirou are both seem to have a hard shell, but are actually very caring and friendly. You don’t hang out with big groups and both dislike crowds, but you do enjoy spending time with your other friends from 1A and outside. It wasn’t always easy for either of you to make first steps, but with time you became very comfortable and open around each other. Now you’re inseparable, rather private with your feelings but obviously a healthy couple.

[unabashedly-here]

A cool breeze blew through the city, making you cross your arms a bit to stay warm. The weather was changing from Summer to Fall and there you were, cold and wondering where the time had gone. By the time you got back to the apartment, you were eager to change into a long sleeve and chat with your uncle about buying school supplies.

As you entered the room, you could already hear your uncle’s voice. You assumed that he was on the phone, but your assumption proved itself wrong when you heard a second voice clearly in the living room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place the voice. It sounded awfully familiar.

The door closing attracted your uncle’s attention. “Y/N? Is that you?” He called. Your uncle, since he worked for Tony Stark, knew his job might attract a few enemies of Stark so he was more cautious than other guardians. You didn’t mind, though.

You walked to the living room and peaked your head in. “Yeah, it’s just me,” you replied. He was sitting in his usual seat while the owner of the familiar voice sat on the couch. There were papers spread across the coffee table, mostly concerning your uncle’s job. When you actually saw the boy, you were shocked to see Peter Parker. He was in a couple of your classes. Why was he talking to your uncle about his job?

“Y/N, this is Peter Parker,” your uncle mentioned, noticing your confusion, “He’s the newest intern at Stark Industries. This is my niece, Y/N Y/L/N.” The name sparked a memory in Peter’s memory. He’s never met you before, but he recalled an acquaintance talking about you.

Nate wasn’t his friend. He was a friend of a friend and, while Peter was hanging out with his friend, he talked about you and how attractive you were. He even had plans to ask you out, solely because of your appearance. Peter wasn’t particularly interested in the conversation and shifted it to another.

Looking at you, Peter could see what Nate was talking about. He wondered if he ever actually asked you to be his. Dismissing the thought, Peter stood up and shook your hand. “It’s nice to properly meet you, Y/N,” he stated politely.

You shook his hand with only a smile. His eyes were amazing, you noticed as his glance met yours. There was never a reason to look into his eyes, but you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to look away. You forced yourself to before turning to your uncle. “I’m going to be in my room, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he stated, gesturing to the papers on the table, “Peter and I were just talking about work. Dinner will get here soon.” Your uncle turned to Peter. “That reminds me. Peter, would you like to stay for dinner? We’re going to have more than we can eat.”

Nodding, Peter smiled graciously. “That sounds nice. As long as it’s not too much trouble.” With that, you went to your room, trying to forget about his eyes. They were brown, not particularly special. It was the kindness that was held in them. Peter seemed like a genuine person, which was a rarity those days.

Since you were still slightly chilly, you threw on your Midtown sweatshirt and picked up a book that you were required to read that summer. School was starting in a few weeks and you heard that you’d be tested on the book, so you were reading it again. In about fifteen minutes, your uncle was calling you down for dinner.

As much as you wished you could say that you and Peter connected during the dinner, the reality was that he was too invested with his conversation about his internship. You don’t know if he was just very passionate about his job at Stark Industries or if he was self centered, but, because of the conversation topic, you rarely talked during the dinner. You didn’t have much to say about their shared workplace, even if you had become acquainted with the Tony Stark because of your uncle.

Despite the poor first impression, you found yourself subconsciously looking for Peter in the hallways once school started. He didn’t share as many classes with you as he had last year so you only caught fleeting glances in the hallway from time to time. You had no idea what about Peter Parker had interested you, but you knew you were intrigued. 

By the time Homecoming was coming up, you were still as infatuated with Peter as you were when you first met him. Michelle found it the tiniest pathetic after hearing you talk about what little interactions you’ve had with him. She convinced you that he wouldn’t be the person you had built him up to be. It made sense, since you’ve only talked to him once. So you were planning on attending Homecoming with your friends, instead of practically pining over Peter Parker.

During the dance, you were with Liz Allan, a senior who didn’t actually know about your kind of feelings, when she spotted a familiar person from the Mathletes team. “Peter!” she greeted with her dazzling smile. He turned around and you felt yourself grow nervous when you saw his eyes again. You could feel yourself almost getting lost in them before you realized that they were focused on Liz. She turned to you and brought you next to her. “This is Y/N. She and I went to the same elementary school.”

“Hello, Y/N,” he replied politely, “I’m Peter.” Your heart dropped a bit, but you refused to acknowledge it.

Hiding your disappointment with laughter, you mentioned, “I believe I’ve met you before.” His eyes held confusion before recognition flooded his features. Peter cringed a bit while closing his eyes at his own ineptness. He opened his eyes slightly and flashed an apologetic smile. You swallowed your true thought and smiled back. “It’s fine. I wasn’t the best hostess that night.”

“No,” Peter corrected, “I was way too excited to talk with your uncle. It probably made you bored.” He laughed a bit. “Tell me. Do you tend to forgive bumbling idiots?”

“I can make an exception this once,” you responded, before letting your feelings overcome your judgement, “It would be easier if the bumbling idiot would like to dance.” Liz looked between the two with excitement in her eyes before excusing herself and running to your friends to see what they had to say about it. 

Peter smirked to himself for a second before nodding. “I’m not promising I’m any good,” he added as the two of you walked unto the dance floor.

What you had hoped for was some sort of closure. Something about Peter Parker that made him seem less appealing in your eyes. Instead, you spent the next twenty minutes dancing horribly together and talking. You actually got along with him rather well, which was not what you wanted, but you didn’t really mind at the moment.

Something on his wrist flashed, making him look down at the watch. His eyes seemed tense, but when he looked back up, he remembered where he was and who he was with. Peter casually excused himself with the reason that his aunt needed him. You only nodded and thanked him for the dancing. He didn’t ask for your number or anyway to contact you at all, which left you dejected. Nevertheless, you spent the rest of your night laughing and having a good time with your friends, who were teasing you for a bit about Peter before letting off.

A few days had passed since Homecoming and Peter was actually experiencing some peace in his life, despite his nightly escapades as Spiderman. During lunch on Monday, Ned decided to bring up Liz Allan. “Did anything happen at Homecoming?” he asked, knowing how much Peter liked Liz.

He shrugged. “No.”

“And you don’t seem very upset,” Ned remarked, utterly confused.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t see myself with her,” Peter admitted before stating what had been plaguing his mind since the dance, “You know, Y/N Y/L/N is pretty. Easy to talk to, as well.” He glanced around the cafeteria before he spotted you among your friends. “I know Nate ‘really likes her’,” Peter added sarcastically, “But he’s had months to ask her out and if he really liked her, he would have done it already.” Nate doesn’t have you in his thoughts constantly, though. Peter realized that he was staring and quickly looked away.

Ned nodded thoughtfully. Peter was right, since Nate was talking about you last spring, but he did nothing about it. “Well, do you have her number?”

“No, but I can just go ask-” He looked up to see the previously full table empty. You were no where in sight, but Peter wasn’t particularly distraught. He would just ask the next time he saw you.

As the week went by, you had concluded that since Peter had not made any attempt to contact you, despite knowing Liz and Michelle, he was not interested. It was fine, if not a little disheartening. You hadn’t really known him. He had probably forgotten you again. By Saturday, you found yourself at Stark Industries, waiting for your uncle. You weren’t paying much attention so you were surprised when you heard a familiar voice. “Hello, Y/N,” Peter, who was looking slightly out of breath for some reason, greeted. “I just saw your uncle. He should be right out.” 

You nodded. “Thanks.” The brief one-worded response probably hinted to your disappointment more than you attended it to.

To your surprise, he took a seat next to you in the waiting area and smiled nervously. “Your uncle actually invited me over again,” he mention in what he hoped was a casual tone. “Maybe you can give me your phone number so we can plan a day before dinner?”

His eyes held such hope in them, making them even more beautiful in your mind. You knew that you were absolutely done for. Maybe it was dumb to hold such high expectations for someone, but Peter seemed practically flawless to you. Maybe your feelings somehow overtook your judgement again when you replied, “That sounds like a good idea.” Seconds after you gave him your phone number, your uncle strolled out of the elevator and spotted the two of you. He smiled at Peter before the two of you started to head home.

Before you shut your eyes, a text, the first of many, appeared on your screen. Goodnight - Peter Parker.