#the clash of two smug blondes

[oseytorvan]

A meaningless one-shot about Hiccup, Astrid and Camicazi. The events take place after the third part of the film. Camicazi ten years. Point out grammatical and punctuation errors, if any! Have fun reading : )

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“He's a good swordsman,” Camicazi said thoughtfully. Her face suddenly shone with a smile that was missing a couple of teeth. “For a boy, of course.”

“That's not the word,” Astrid chuckled with a hint of complacency and sipped her honey drink again, watching Hiccup from under her bangs. He was wearily combing back his wet reddish-brown hair, not noticing her gaze on him.

“But I wouldn't have married him anyway,” Camicazi suddenly snorted with contempt. “Bog-Burglar is independent and free!”

Precious, probably stolen bracelets rattled on her skinny arms as she heroically raised her sword over her head.  

“Stop, stop, stop,” Astrid began indignantly, distracted from the contemplation of her husband's waist, narrow against the background of his broad shoulders. “Do you want to say that because of marriage I am not independent and free enough?!”

“You are a Hooligan,” The Princess Bog-Burglars shrugged her shoulders, as if no other explanation was needed. “And you Hooligans are all servile brats and flimsy sissies!”

“Oh so?!” Hofferson took a fighting stance in one jump. “Well, let's check here and now which of us is really a “servile brat”!”

“Do you think it's fair?” Hiccup asked his wife as he approached. His breathing was erratic, and sweat glistened on his thin face – sparring with Camicazi had clearly knocked him out of strength. “Look at it, Astrid, she's just...”

The tip of the Camicazi's sword flashed in the sunlight, and the unfinished “child” stuck in Hiccup's throat. 

“Um, I meant… If Bertha sees that one of the leaders of the Hooligans threatens her daughter…”

“Mom would let me gut her!” Camicazi interrupted with delight and brandished her weapon. 

“... Mom will probably declare war on us,” Hiccup finished with emphasis, still looking at Astrid. His voice suddenly became pleading and tired. “Please, Astrid, you know how hard it is for us to get the favor of this unbearable woman!”  

“But her precious daughter insulted our tribe!” she resisted, but still relaxed her fists.

“I'll talk to Bertha about it,” the Chief replied evasively, but it sounded unconvincing. 

“No, I'll talk to her myself,” Astrid snapped, getting hot, and resolutely walked towards the village of Bog-Burglars. 

Hiccup wanted to stop her, but he was distracted by Camicazi, who jumped on his shoulders with a run. Sighing heavily, the Chief followed his wife. 

“It looks like the conversation about children will have to be postponed. For at least three years,” he thought dejectedly, feeling Camicazi cheerfully pulling his braids and loudly singing the hymn of Bog-Burglars.

[meangirls-imagines]

Jealous, much?

18+ only. Smut ahead.

regina was pissed.

not mad, pissed.

she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

from her spot in the kitchen of whatever football player's house, she could clearly see gretchen grinding on y/n y/l/n.

it's not like she had the right to be mad at y/n. all she was to regina was a good hookup when aaron couldn't get the job done, which was 90% of the time. but regina couldn't help but feel anger and jealousy stir in her stomach. janis was right when she said regina was the apex predator of north shore, once she caught you, she refused to let go.

having become tired of seeing the two grind with each other, she decided to end it. finishing off her drink, she flipped her hair and made her way over to the pair. "gretchen, i heard jason was looking for you. you might wanna go find him." the girl gasped and ran off, looking for the sleazy boy. 

y/n sighed as her dance partner ran off. "god, you can't let me have some fun?" regina took gretchen's place, smirking at how y/n was blatantly checking her out. she turned and began to grind her ass against y/n's front, making the girl groan. "you know, i'm no expert, but i don't think your boyfriend would like this gina."

regina felt heat shoot to her core at the sound of the nickname coming out of the girl's mouth. the blonde continued grinding on y/n, pulling the hottest sounds out of the girl's mouth. after the song ended, regina grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. upon entering, y/n pushed regina up against the door, connecting their lips in a steamy kiss. 

teeth and tongues clashed as the two made out against the door, y/n finally pushing regina on the bed, pushing the girl's dress up to her waist and burying her head in-between her legs. 

regina ended up walking (limping) out of the bedroom and back to her boyfriend, who didn't even question anything. 

the next day at school, regina couldn't stop thinking about y/n. unfortunately for her, she had no classes with the girl, only being able to see her at lunch. when she did finally see her, anger boiled up in her once again.

she was sitting next to gretchen when she finally caught sight of y/n. she was a few tables down from the plastics and saw that y/n was sitting awfully close to some girl named ashley, (according to gretchen). from what the blonde could see, ashley was running her hand up and down y/n's arm, purposefully pushing out her chest. 

regina was steaming, no one was allowed to touch y/n like that besides her. 

wait, what?

regina shook the thought off, getting up to get some cheese fries and a diet coke. walking back to her table, she would pass y/n and ashley. smirking to herself, she grabbed her diet coke and "tripped" spilling the can's contents on ashley, soaking her with the sticky liquid. the girl screamed and ran off to the bathroom, leaving a stunned y/n and smug regina behind. y/n looked up at the blonde and glared, before running off after ashley. 

regina stood there, floored. why would y/n run after ashley when regina was standing right there?

later that day, after regina got home, she got bored and decided to text y/n to come over.

queen bitch👑: come over.

hottest person alive🥵: can't. hanging out with ashley.

queen bitch👑: ditch her and come let me sit on your face.

hottest person alive🥵: no.

regina was reaching her anger limit and decided to spice things up a bit. she unzipped the jacket she was wearing and pushed her breasts up with her arm, making them look bigger.

queen bitch👑: 

please. i need you. 

hottest person alive🥵: give me an hour.

regina fell back on her bed out of breath and sweaty. y/n kissed her inner thigh softly before standing to her feet, putting her clothes back on. regina watched with a pout on her face as the girl got dressed. "where are you going?" y/n sighed. "since someone was extremely demanding and needy, i have to make it up to ashley." regina scoffed at the mention of the girl.

y/n took notice. "are you mad or something?" regina scoffed once more. "no, why would i be mad that you're choosing to hang out with that skank rather than stay here with me." y/n looked at the blonde girl shocked. " ashley isn't a skank. she's actually really nice and i'm kinda excited to see where things go." regina sat up at that.

"what do you mean where things go? what about us?" y/n was the one to scoff now. "what do you mean us? there is no us. you have aaron, or did you forget?" regina rolled her eyes. "this isn't about aaron, we are talking about us." y/n shook her head. "again, there is no us. you're too scared to come out so there has never been an us. i'm not your property." 

regina felt her heart break at how sad y/n sounded. the girl spoke up again. "you know what? this was fun while it lasted but i don't think we should hook up anymore regina. you have aaron and i am hoping to have ashley. i'm not going to let you ruin it because you're jealous over a relationship that was nothing more than fucking. and until you can come to terms with that, don't talk to me." 

with that, y/n walked out of the door, and out of regina's life. 

it had been a few weeks since the incident and y/n hadn't left regina's mind. the queen bee couldn't stop thinking of the girl and how much she fucked up. she had broken up with aaron the day after the incident. shockingly, he took it okay. he had his eye on someone else anyway and couldn't figure out how to break things off. 

everything had affected regina's behavior at school, the girl being more bitchy than before, especially towards ashley. gretchen had been keeping regina updated with y/n and ashley and how they were progressing, but she did drop a bomb on regina one day at lunch. 

"you know, i heard that ashley and shane have been hooking up behind y/n's back, ashley only got with y/n as a bet." regina's heart dropped at the news. she knew that bitch was slimy. y/n hadn't spoken to her since d-day so regina had no idea how to break the news to her. luckily for the blonde, she wouldn't have to. 

an hour later, while sitting in her english class, regina got a text from gretchen.

gretch: y/n found out about ashley and shane. her and shane got in a fight and they both got suspended.

regina's stomach sunk reading the text. she immediately grabbed her bag and got up, ignoring the teacher's calls. she sent a text to the plastics group chat informing them that she was leaving and for them to drive themselves home. 

she hopped in her jeep, heading towards her destination. 

she pulled in to y/n's driveway, thanking the lord that she was home alone. she got out of her car, heading up to the front door and letting herself in. she found y/n sitting on the couch in her living room, staring at her hands. the blonde slowly approached the girl, kneeling in front of her and gently grabbing her hands. y/n seemed to kind of snap out of her stupor, looking at the blonde blankly. 

"gina? what are you doing here?" regina's heart fluttered at hearing the familiar nickname. "i heard what happened with ashley. i wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay." y/n shook her head chuckling. "since when do you take care of me?" regina sighed and kissed y/n's bruised knuckles gently. 

"since i figured out i'm in love with you." y/n froze. regina was in love with her? the blonde noticed her silence and looked up at y/n nervously. she wasn't expecting to drop that bomb on y/n so soon. y/n took a shaky breath. "you love me?" regina nodded. "i think i've always been in love with you, but i've been worried about keeping up a certain image that i just denied those feelings for you. but then we started hooking up and the feelings got stronger."

y/n noticed a few stray tears running down regina's cheeks. she reached up and cupped her cheek, gently wiping the tears off her face. regina sniffled and continued.

"i know it's toxic of me to think this but i thought if i kept you close with the hookups, that i could have the best of both worlds. but then you ended things and i lost you and i realized that i didn't wanna go on without you. so i broke up with aaron and was going to go after you but then i thought you and ashley were happy. and i didn't want to take that happiness from you. but i really am in love with you. and i want to be the one who makes you happy. to be the couple that every gets jealous of. i'm so sorry for what i put you through. just please give me a chance."

y/n couldn't take it and pulled regina into a passionate kiss. this kiss wasn't like any kiss the two had shared. the other kisses had been more of a hunger, desire burning in the pit of their stomachs. this kiss they were sharing now, felt like a missing puzzle piece was sliding into place. the two poured their feelings for each other in the kiss. 

regina got up, not pulling away from the kiss, straddling y/n, her hands automatically going to the blonde's hips. the two eventually pulled away to catch their breaths. regina began to trail hot, wet kisses down y/n's neck, leaving marks for everyone see. y/n threw her head back, giving regina more access. 

the blonde began to slowly grind on y/n's leg, searching for friction. y/n noticed and guided the girl's movements, slowing her down. regina whined into y/n's neck, the girl shushing her softly. "shhh baby. slow down, i wanna savor this." regina turned into putty at the pet name, listening to the girl as she rocked her hips slower.

y/n thanked the heavens above that regina decided to wear a skirt today. she flipped the skirt up. y/n smirked at the sight of a lacy, black thong barely covering regina. she pulled the girl down directly on her thigh, the blonde letting out a moan. y/n guided regina to grind at a steady pace, the blonde letting out soft whimpers at the feeling.

"you're so beautiful gina. so perfect. and all for me aren't you?" regina nodded as y/n's hands guided her to pick up the pace. "yes. yes, all yours y/n." y/n smiled, beginning to kiss down the blonde's neck, leaving her own marks. regina felt the bubble of pleasure sitting in the bottom of her stomach grow. 

y/n smiled at the sight of the queen bee being putty in her own hands. y/n slid one of her hands between regina's legs, gently rubbing her clit through the flimsy fabric. regina gasped at the feeling, throwing her head back.y/n smirked. "god, i wish you could see yourself right now baby, you look so perfect." regina sped her movements up, chasing her high.

y/n could tell she was getting close, so she began to help her out by applying more pressure to her clit. "i want you to cum for me regina. make a mess on my thigh." regina couldn't hold it anymore. the bubble popped and her orgasm washed over her in waves. y/n helped her ride it out, the girl gently shaking on her thigh. 

"good girl. so beautiful. so perfect." y/n continued to rain praise down on regina as as she gently picked the girl up and headed to her room. she laid the blonde down on her bed and went into her bathroom to grab a wet cloth. she came back and gently cleaned regina up, shushing the girl's soft whimpers. 

she then threw the cloth in her hamper before going to grab some sweats and a t-shirt for the blonde. after a few minutes of gently rag dolling regina into the clothes, she grabbed a water bottle from her mini fridge and a power bar, urging the blonde to take.

water drank and power bar eaten, regina laid on y/n's chest as the girl stroked her hair. y/n spoke up. "will you be my girlfriend gina?" regina sat up slowly, turning to y/n. "if you think i was leaving here without becoming your girlfriend, you are crazy. of course i'll be your girlfriend you dork. you can't give me that amazing of an orgasm and expect me to not scoop you up."

y/n laughed and pulled the blonde girl into a soft kiss, cementing the unspoken promise of love between the two girls.

[princessbrunette]

MAY have been inspired by watching degrassi, but currently thinking abt bunny!reader convincing jj to fake date her in exchange for money which he happily accepts bc in his words he gets “free food, money, & a pretty girl” 😍😍

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

“so it’s a… piss off your parents type deal?” the blonde scratches the back of his head as you stand before him at the juice bar, off on the pogue side of the island he didn’t think he’d ever catch you dead on.

“mhm, precisely! i’ll pay for the dates n’stuff — s’just gotta be convincing so my dad gets off my back n’lets me make my own decisions.” without thinking, you lean forward — over-familiar and touchy with jj already as you reach for the straw in his smoothie and suck the juice up through it — blinking up at him innocently with fluffy lashes that just made you seem all the more doll like. something he had a hard time saying no to.

“so you’re tellin’ me, all i gotta do is be my dirty pogue self, take you out, eat free food n’hang out with a pretty girl?” he smirks, squinting off at the beach like he even had to think about it. “uh, yeah… yeah i am so in.”

you’d enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, and he knew he was gonna really have to practice self control and learn how to control his rampant hard m-ons when you’d press your tits to his chest like that.

the next few days were a blur of pink glitter and grabby hands. the routine was that he’d pick you up from your house, all smug smiles as he shakes your disgruntled parents hands— making an extra show to slide an arm around your waist as they watch the two of you leave the house for the day, even braving an ass grab sometimes which made you giggle and smack him. you’d praised him for putting on an excellent show, but truly he just loved touching you up.

you’d slid him your card beneath the table at the country club so he could pay for lunch, sticking out like a sore thumb anyway as he lounges back on the chair enjoying the free beers and sunshine. when your fathers friends would shoot disapproving looks across the club, you’d only be spitefully encouraged to come to jj’s side of the table and sit on his leg, pulling him in for a wet, glossy kiss with copious amounts of tongue and teeth clashing — the pogue taken aback but thrilled nonetheless, grabbing at you wherever he could.

“y’know, i could get used to this fake dating shit. chicks should be able to like, i’on know — rent me as their boyfriend. for money. i think i could make a good buck, dont ’ya think?” he chats happily, taking another sip of his beer once you’d finished making out. your head swivels back to him from where you’d been glaring over your shoulder at your fathers friends— looking back at the blonde with a pout.

“y’cant do that.” you whine, swinging your legs. he raises an eyebrow, fighting a smirk.

“nah? and whys that, sugartits?” he chuckles out the jokey nickname he’d developed to piss everyone off and you cast your doll eyes down at your nails.

“‘cos you’re my fake boyfriend.” you pur, leaning in a little.

“mhm, guess you’re right ‘bout that.” he smiles, eyes darting down to your mouth. “aw, you want another fake kiss?” you nod happily, and your lips collide. this time you don’t care so much if anyone’s watching.

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

[officialabortive]

Bull!Bakugou charging at the two bulls standing in front of the cows, acting as a protective barrier. And after much shoving back-and-forth, coming out vicious

Bull!Bakugou who upon arrival to his new pasture home, starts fighting for his rightful place as head of the herd

Bull!Bakugou who turns around only to come face to face with curious heifers blinking their big eyes up at him in interest. Already having gathered around wanting to see what was going on

Bull!Bakugou who is smug in having displayed to all the petty little cows that he is the strongest, most capable bull on the pasture

Bull!Bakugou getting the wind knocked out of him tribute to a blow from behind from Scottish Highland!reader

Bull!Bakugou who is confused as shit as to why a cow is trying to fight him, unaware that both highland cows and bulls clash horns to establish their power rank in the herd

Bull!bakugou who looks down at the fluffy little heifer ramming into his chest in attempts to knock him down, not even big enough to clash horns with him due to the dramatic height difference

Bull!Bakugou who amusedly knocks the feisty cow over with a half hearted nudge, who's now huffing up at the brute in annoyance

Bull!Bakugou who you relentlessly "fight" at random points throughout the day, but never failing to end up in the dirt

Bull!Bakugou who, more often than not, simply pushes you down without a care. Hell, sometimes he doesn't even bother to glance in your direction while doing it!

Bull!Bakugou who pretended to entertain your antics, lowering his horns to your level and locking with your much smaller ones. Only to end up having spun you face first onto the grass in one swift motion

Bull!Bakugou who notices a certain spark in your eye when you look back up at him, but unable to discern the meaning behind it

Highand!reader who ends up getting a custom bell for your neck. Curticy of the sanctuary's staff who got it so they can hear when your causing trouble

Bull!Bakugou who grabs your new bell and pulls you closer to investigate it. Noticing how your breath hitches when he leans closer, and freezing entirely when a puff of air brushes your cheek

Bull!Bakugou watching your 'attacks' become a bit more bouncy and your added smile. Seemingly playful

Bull!Bakugou's ears twitching at the continuous rattling of your bell; a sound it only makes when you try to 'fight' him

' . . . F I G H T'

Bull!bakugou who urgently takes off in your direction to see what the hell's going on

Bull!Bakugou who sees red when he distantly spots a bull that must have escaped from the pasture nearby, looming over you

Bull!bakugou watching you put up a fight, doing sufficient damage by ramming into his side. But this bull isn't as gentle as the blond, not caring for some random cow's well being as he sends a harsh kick to your ribs

Bull!Bakugou who rampaged at the sound of your pained moo. So blinded by rage, he nearly plucked the life of the offender. And he would have, hadn't sanctuary staff arrived with their trank darts

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[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Pull Of You - Part 1

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Soulmates - Feeling the pull between each other indicates a bond. A kiss confirms it.

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's t-shirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Chapter Summary: You hate it when people make you get your head out your ass and realise what's right in front of you. Especially when it's involving a certain two super soldiers.

You're antsy on the way home. That's what Clint calls it anyway. He's eyeing you as you flip a knife between your fingers and it doesn't take him long to notice it's Bucky's knife. One given to him during his time in Wakanda. He's pulled away as Nat, his own soulmate calls him to the back of the jet, a worried look on her face. He goes to speak but Nat puts her fingers to her lips and signs instead.

"Did she say anything?"

Nat and Clint had dropped you in France to assist French intelligence with a high level threat that involved Chitauri weapons being smuggled through the Paris tunnels. The S.H.I.E.L.D agents had clashed with the French authorities so Hill had asked you to step in, smooth things over and take the lead. Nat and Clint had picked you back up as they passed by from their own mission in Spain. You'd been your usual self when they'd left you but you were definitely not yourself when they picked you back up.

Clint shook his head in response to her question, he paused for a moment and signed back.

"Maybe something happened."

"I already checked the first reports coming in and her body cam, I'm not seeing any issues, apart from Agent 17 being an asshole."

"Well, that's nothing she can't handle."

"Is it me? Am I being too overprotective? Is she still mad at me?"

"No, my love." he signed back, "maybe she's thought about what you said."

Nat lowered her eyes, still disappointed in herself at how she'd lost her cool when you'd try to avoid the conversation about Steve and Bucky, and speaking to them about your feelings a week earlier. She'd slipped into bed with you in the early hours of the morning following your heated conversation an apology on her lips.

A muffled "Fuck off Romanoff" had come from the lips buried in your hair. Bucky. You couldn't look her in the eye as he pulled you back towards his chest, his metal arm around your waist. You didn't look up until his soft snores were heard, expecting her usual smug expression, but you were met with a sympathetic one and the lump in your throat that you'd been fighting since that morning was back and tears ran down your face. She stroked your cheek and kissed your forehead, holding you as much as she could without disturbing Bucky. It took a while for you to stop and when you did she realised it was because you'd cried yourself to sleep.

Your door opening brought another guest and she'd half expected one or both of her soulmates to peek round the door, but it wasn't Bruce or Clint. It was in fact a 6ft 6" blonde super soldier. Well he definitely wasn't one of hers. She couldn't hold it in this time and smirked as she slipped from the bed.

"Don't say it." Steve whispered.

"I don't know what you mean Rogers, I wasn't going to say a damn thing."

"Liar."

"It was Castle wasn't it, he got under your skin."

"Goodnight you damn know it all."

Nat quietly left the room as Steve took the vacant spot in your bed.

Back on the jet Nat and Clint watched as you huffed and placed the knife back into the sheath built into your suit. You pulled out a tablet from the charge point on the wall of the jet and started to type furiously.

Maybe something had happened on the mission.

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@imdoingbetternow

[hannie-roses]

Stray Kids: The Heist of a Lifetime

Starring: stray kids

Sypnosis: Two rival superpowered teams—3RACHA and CrazRACHA—clash in Osaka over a high-stakes heist, only to uncover a shared enemy: the city’s corrupt elite. Forced into an uneasy alliance, they battle through suspense and danger to bring justice to their city, discovering that even rivals can unite for a greater cause.

Genre; supernatural, action adventure, urban fantasy

WORD COUNT: 3,577

Chapter 1: The Mission Begins

The wind was brisk as Han Jisung fidgeted, his black hoodie pulled tight against his frame. At 5’7, with short, straight black hair and a mischievous grin, Han wasn’t exactly intimidating—until he opened his mouth. He wasn’t shy around his closest friends, Bang Chan and Hwang Hyunjin, but he knew something big was brewing.

Chan, standing at 5’6 with short black hair and broad shoulders, was every bit the leader of 3RACHA. Calm, calculated, and stern, he balanced his Korean-Australian roots effortlessly. Next to him was Hyunjin, all long wavy black hair, standing tall at 6’0 with the kind of quiet confidence that turned heads. Together, the three made up 3RACHA, a team tasked with high-stakes missions—but none of them had ever anticipated the chaos they were about to dive into.

Bang Chan exhaled slowly, looking at both his teammates. “We have two targets: Osaka and Tokyo. In Osaka, we stop CrazRACHA from robbing the Jewel Consortium. But that’s only step one. They’ll be moving stolen goods from Osaka to Tokyo, and that’s where we finish them.”

Han raised an eyebrow. “So we just beat them up in Osaka, follow them to Tokyo, and then… what? We stop the heist a second time?”

“Basically.” Chan’s jaw tightened. “But it won’t be easy.”

Their enemies weren’t ordinary criminals—they were CrazRACHA, a rival group made up of Seungmin, Leeknow, and Felix. Each of them had unique abilities that made things complicated.

Seungmin, the leader of CrazRACHA, was 5’9 with short, slicked-back black hair. Known for his strategic mind, he was dangerous not only because of his intellect but also his telepathy. He could read minds and manipulate conversations with eerie precision.

Leeknow was 5’8 with short brown hair, a sharp tongue, and the power to manipulate gravity. He was the most unpredictable—and the most irritating. His constant needling and smug grin made him the least likable person on the planet, and Han made no secret of his loathing for him.

Felix, at 5’7 with blonde, shoulder-length hair dotted with freckles, was something of an enigma. Despite being the enemy, Felix was sweet and energetic, but his powers—flight and telekinesis—made him a formidable opponent.

“We’re going to Osaka first,” Chan continued, interrupting Han’s thoughts. “Then Tokyo. We’ll take them down no matter what.”

Han smirked. “Sounds fun. Can I punch Leeknow?”

Hyunjin chuckled under his breath. “I’d pay to see that.”

The Journey to Osaka

With the plan set, the team boarded a bullet train bound for Osaka. The train cut through the countryside at breakneck speed, but Han couldn’t sit still. He drummed his fingers on the window, his mind racing. The stakes were high, and they couldn’t afford to fail.

Hyunjin sat across from him, flipping through a magazine but clearly not reading it. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing at Han with a small smile.

Han shrugged. “I’m more annoyed than nervous. I know Leeknow is going to be a pain. He always is.”

Chan, seated next to Han, leaned forward. “Stay focused, Jisung. CrazRACHA isn’t just annoying—they’re dangerous.”

As the train hurtled toward their destination, the scenery outside shifted from bustling cities to rolling green hills. The hum of the rails was almost soothing—until Han got bored.

“I bet I can climb to the roof,” Han announced suddenly, his mischievous grin spreading.

Hyunjin looked up from his magazine. “Don’t even think about it.”

Naturally, Han didn’t listen. Minutes later, he was on the roof of the train, arms spread wide, letting the wind whip through his hair.

“This is amazing!” he yelled.

“Get down from there!” Chan shouted from below, teleporting onto the roof in a flash.

Before Han could respond, the train entered a tunnel, forcing both of them to duck and cling to the roof.

Hyunjin leaned out the window, laughing so hard he nearly cried. “You guys are idiots.”

The Jewel Consortium Heist

Osaka’s Jewel Consortium gleamed under the moonlight as CrazRACHA made their move. Leeknow smirked as he floated effortlessly above the ground, surveying the area.

“This is too easy,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance.

Felix hovered nearby, clutching a bag full of glittering jewels. “Don’t get cocky, Minho.”

Seungmin’s cold gaze scanned the security feeds. “We have ten minutes before 3RACHA shows up. Stay sharp.”

Meanwhile, 3RACHA was scaling the side of the building, using a zip line to cross rooftops.

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Han grinned as he zoomed across the line, his heart racing with excitement. “This doesn’t happen every day!”

Hyunjin followed closely, flames flickering in his palms. “We better make this quick.”

Bang Chan teleported ahead, landing silently inside the building. “Move fast. They’re already here.”

The fight erupted the moment the two teams met. Fire, wind, and telekinesis clashed as the two sides battled it out.

Leeknow grinned, sending Han flying upward with a burst of gravity. “What’s the matter, Jisung? Can’t handle me?”

“You’re insufferable!” Han yelled, flipping mid-air and blasting Leeknow with a gust of wind.

Just as things seemed to be going in 3RACHA’s favor, the sound of police sirens filled the air.

“Drop your weapons!” the officers shouted, storming into the building.

To their shock, the police turned on 3RACHA instead of CrazRACHA.

“What the—?” Chan muttered, struggling against the officers as they slapped cuffs on him.

Leeknow smirked smugly. “Oops. Looks like you’re the bad guys now.”

They arrive at prisonLocked in a damp cell, the air thick with tension, 3RACHA plotted their escape. Han Jisung paced back and forth, the chains clinking as he fidgeted, his annoyance palpable. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled, running a hand through his short black hair, the frustration evident in his furrowed brow. “We save the day, and this is what we get?”

Bang Chan, his leader’s instincts kicking in, was already strategizing. At 5’7, his stature may have been slight compared to others, but his mind was a fortress. “We need to get out. Now.” He glanced around, his black hair slightly disheveled but his demeanor resolute.

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, his long, wavy black hair falling over his forehead as he scanned the surroundings. “What’s the plan?” he asked, his voice steady despite the panic building within him. “We can’t stay here forever.” He could feel the heat within him, a flicker of fire waiting to be unleashed, just like his emotions.

Chan nodded, his mind racing. “I can teleport us out, but we need to create a distraction first. Hyunjin, can you ignite a fire in the hallway?”

A sly smile crept across Hyunjin’s face as he nodded. “Consider it done.”

With a swift motion, he conjured flames in his palms, feeling the heat surge through him as he directed it toward the small ventilation grate above. The fire roared to life, licking the metal and sending sparks flying, illuminating the dark cell for a fleeting moment.

“Now!” Chan commanded, focusing his energy. He teleported them all into the dimly lit corridor, the cold air rushing past them as they materialized on the other side.

Just as they regained their footing, the sound of police sirens filled the air, their shrill cries echoing down the hallway. “We’re out of time!” Han shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Let’s move!”

The four of them sprinted down the corridor, dodging officers who flooded in from both sides. Han’s heart raced as they turned a corner. “This doesn’t happen every day!” he shouted, trying to lighten the mood, but his pulse quickened with the thrill of escape.

Hyunjin ignited his flames, sending a wave of fire down the hall, creating a barrier that forced the pursuing officers to stop. “Keep going!” he urged, his breath quickening as he felt the energy build within him.

As they reached a staircase, Chan teleported them to the rooftop of the building, where the city sprawled beneath them, illuminated by neon lights. But they weren’t alone; CrazRACHA was already waiting, their silhouettes outlined against the city skyline.

“Looks like we’re not done yet,” Han muttered, eyeing Leeknow, who floated a few feet off the ground, his brown hair catching the wind. “Ready to be annoying again?” Leeknow smirked, his gravity manipulation allowing him to hover effortlessly. “You think you can stop us? This is our city!” His voice dripped with arrogance, his presence exuding a dangerous confidence that sent a shiver down Han’s spine.

Seungmin stood beside him, arms crossed, a predatory glint in his eye. “You should’ve known we’d be waiting for you.” With a flick of his wrist, he focused his power, and suddenly, Han felt a sharp pressure in his mind.

“What’s he doing?” Han gasped, feeling Seungmin’s telepathic grip tighten around his thoughts. “Get out of my head!” He clenched his fists, willing his power to counteract the intrusion.

The battle erupted as Chan dashed forward, his teleportation abilities allowing him to close the distance between them in an instant. He delivered a powerful punch that landed squarely on Seungmin’s jaw, sending him staggering back. “Stay focused!” Chan yelled, rallying his team.

“Watch out!” Hyunjin shouted as he noticed Leeknow’s gravity manipulation forming a crushing force above him.

With a swift motion, Hyunjin unleashed a wave of fire, directing it toward Leeknow. “You’re not the only one with tricks!” The flames surged forward, creating a brilliant display of orange and red as they threatened to engulf Leeknow.

Leeknow, quick on his feet, twisted in mid-air, using his gravity control to redirect the flames away from him, causing them to fizzle out harmlessly. “Nice try, Hyunjin!” he taunted, flicking his wrist to send Han flying across the rooftop.

“This is getting out of hand!” Han grunted as he landed with a thud, rolling to absorb the impact. He quickly regained his footing, channeling the earth beneath him. “Time to show you what I can really do!”

From CrazRACHA’s perspective, the fight was just as intense.

Leeknow, feeling the exhilaration of the battle, grinned at the chaos unfolding. “Can’t catch me!” he teased as he flew just out of reach of Han’s powers.

Felix was soaring above, his blonde hair shining in the moonlight, scanning the battlefield. “Guys, we can’t let them win!” He darted down, attempting to grab the bag of jewels from CrazRACHA’s previous heist. “Let’s make this quick!”

Seungmin, focused on the chaos, could feel their connection fading. He knew the strength of their enemies, but he also understood their weaknesses. “Stay alert!” he commanded, his voice cutting through the fray.

The fight intensified as Han, now feeling the power of the elements coursing through him, summoned a gust of wind that whipped around the rooftop, pushing Leeknow back. “I control the elements—” he yelled, drawing energy from the earth, ”—and you’re about to find out!”

“This ends now!” Chan shouted, teleporting directly in front of Seungmin, catching him off guard. He landed a blow, but Seungmin quickly retaliated with a telepathic shove that sent Chan tumbling.

Hyunjin leaped to Chan’s side, igniting flames once more to create a wall of fire between them and CrazRACHA. “We need to focus!” he urged, sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled to maintain the flames.

But it was Han’s moment to shine. Gathering energy, he commanded the earth beneath their feet to shake. “This is for every time you made my life miserable!” He sent a shockwave through the rooftop, causing CrazRACHA to stumble.

The chaotic battle felt like a whirlwind, bodies flying, powers colliding, and tension crackling in the air. Han could feel the strain, but he pushed through, not willing to back down. “Together!” he yelled to his team, and they rallied around him.

The fight raged on, Han unleashing the full force of the four elements: fire, water, earth, and air swirled around them in a spectacular display. Seungmin, caught off guard, faltered as Han channeled a torrent of water, knocking him back.

“You won’t win!” Leeknow shouted, rage fueling his gravity manipulation. “I’ll show you what real power looks like!” He summoned a wave of energy that sent Hyunjin crashing into Han, their bodies colliding in a heap.

“Get up, we can’t give up!” Chan yelled, pushing himself off the ground as he teleported back into the fray, fists flying toward Felix, who was attempting to gather the scattered jewels. “You think you can just take what’s ours?”

Felix, buoyed by his powers, flew upward, but Han, regaining his footing, focused his energy. “Not on my watch!” He launched a bolt of lightning, striking Felix mid-air and sending him crashing to the ground.

“No!” Leeknow yelled, seeing his friend fall.

“Now’s our chance!” Hyunjin shouted, firing flames at Leeknow in a desperate move to gain the upper hand.

As the chaos continued, Han caught a glimpse of the bag of jewels glinting in the moonlight, lying unattended. A surge of determination coursed through him. “We can’t let them get away with this!”

Summoning his strength, Han focused on the four elements, channeling them into one powerful wave. “Together, we’ll stop this!”

“3RACHA, let’s finish this!” Chan shouted, leading the charge as they launched a final assault against CrazRACHA.

The culmination of their powers converged into a massive vortex, and as it collided with Leeknow, it knocked him to the edge of the rooftop.

In a moment of stillness, the air was charged with energy, and for a brief instant, it felt like time had stopped.

As the dust settled on the rooftop, the remnants of the battle hung heavy in the air. 3RACHA stood panting, their bodies still buzzing with adrenaline and energy from the intense confrontation. Han Jisung brushed his hair back, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, his heart racing. “Did we just—?” he began, glancing at the defeated members of CrazRACHA sprawled out around them.

Bang Chan, still catching his breath, looked around, ensuring no further threats loomed. “Yeah, we did,” he replied, his expression a mixture of disbelief and triumph. The wind whipped around them, carrying the lingering scent of burnt debris, a reminder of their heated showdown. “But this isn’t over yet.”

Hyunjin, recovering from his exertion, stepped closer to the edge of the rooftop, surveying the city below. “We need to regroup and figure out what to do next,” he said, his voice low. “We’ve got to get those jewels back and put an end to whatever they’re planning.”

From the corner of his eye, Chan noticed Seungmin slowly pushing himself up, his short black hair disheveled, a bruise forming on his cheek. “Not so fast, CrazRACHA,” he warned, his tone firm but lacking hostility. “You won’t get away so easily.”

Seungmin, surprisingly, let out a laugh that echoed amidst the chaos. “You really think we’re just going to roll over? This isn’t over, not by a long shot,” he said, wiping the dirt from his hands.

Just then, Felix stood up, brushing off his blonde hair, which fell back into place as he flashed a charming smile, trying to diffuse the tension. “Alright, alright, let’s take a moment to breathe.” He looked at Han and Chan, eyes twinkling with mischief. “We all know this is just a temporary setback.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Han asked, annoyance creeping into his voice. “You think you can just come here, steal our stuff, and walk away?”

Leeknow, still reeling from the aftermath of their powers clashing, shook his head. “This was never just about the jewels,” he said, his voice lower, more serious. “We’re trying to make a statement against the corruption in this city. You just got in our way.”

Han crossed his arms, skepticism etched on his face. “A statement? By robbing people?”

“Exactly,” Leeknow snapped back, the annoyance evident. “The system is rigged against us! We’re taking back what was stolen from the people!” He gestured dramatically, frustration boiling over as he moved closer to Han, who held his ground. “You have no idea what it’s like to fight against the odds.”

The atmosphere shifted as the words hung in the air, tensions simmering. Changbin, who had been quietly observing the unfolding conflict, finally spoke up. “What if we helped each other?” His voice was calm yet assertive, catching everyone’s attention.

“What do you mean?” Chan asked, intrigued.

“We know this city like the back of our hands,” Changbin explained, stepping forward. “We’ve both seen the injustice around us. What if we joined forces? We could expose the corruption together.”

Jeongin, who had been unusually quiet, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, instead of fighting each other, we could be fighting for the same cause.” He stepped closer to Seungmin, his weather-manipulating abilities shimmering in the background, ready to support their new alliance if needed.

Leeknow frowned, uncertainty clouding his features. “You think we can trust them?”

“We won’t know unless we try,” Felix interjected, his tone light but earnest. “Besides, we don’t need to fight each other. We can be a team and fight against the real enemy.”

After a brief moment of silence, Han glanced at Chan, seeking his leader’s approval. “What do you think? Can we trust them?”

Chan contemplated the proposal, his brow furrowed in thought. “We’ve always said we protect those who can’t protect themselves. Maybe it’s time we expand our definition of who those people are.”

Hyunjin, still wary, chimed in, “But how do we know they won’t turn on us once they get what they want?” “Trust is built, not given,” Changbin replied, his tone steady. “Let’s start with something small. We can help you with your next heist, and if we’re successful, we can reassess our partnership.”

Han’s face brightened at the suggestion. “I’m in! If it means taking down corrupt forces, I’m all for it.”

With their minds made up, the two groups began discussing their next move. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. They gathered around, pooling their resources and knowledge, planning their next steps with renewed vigor.

“We’ll need a plan,” Chan said, his tone serious yet optimistic. “If we’re going to infiltrate that corrupt organization, we need to be ready.”

As they shared ideas, a newfound camaraderie began to form between 3RACHA and CrazRACHA. Han found himself laughing at Felix’s jokes, the tension slowly dissipating. The once hostile atmosphere transformed into a collaborative effort, fueled by a shared goal.

“You know,” Leeknow muttered, begrudgingly, “this could actually work.” He shot Han a glance, the corners of his lips twitching in what could almost be a smile.

As night enveloped the city, they moved out, taking to the streets with a renewed sense of purpose. They traveled together on skateboards and hovercrafts, cutting through the neon-lit streets of Osaka, their laughter echoing off the buildings.

“I never thought I’d be riding with you guys,” Hyunjin admitted, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah, it’s pretty wild,” Felix replied, doing a quick flip off his hovercraft and landing smoothly beside them. “We should do this more often.”

They finally made their way to a dimly lit bar where corrupt officials often gathered. “This is where they meet,” Seungmin explained, glancing at the entrance with a determined look.

“Let’s do this.” Bang Chan’s voice was steady, and as they prepared to step inside, he turned to the group. “We stick together, no matter what.”

As they entered, the atmosphere shifted, tension palpable in the air. They could see the shady figures huddled in the corners, laughter and whispers creating an air of secrecy. Han felt a thrill of excitement run through him. “This is it,” he whispered to Hyunjin, who nodded in agreement, his long hair cascading down his shoulders, swaying as they moved.

They quickly formed a plan, splitting into smaller groups to cover more ground. Chan and Hyunjin approached the bar, engaging the bartender with casual banter while subtly gathering information about the operations of the corrupt officials.

Meanwhile, Han and Changbin scoured the room, looking for anything that might help them expose the corruption. “I feel like a spy,” Han joked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Changbin smirked. “You’re not wrong. Just remember, we’re here to gather intel, not to fight.”

But as they delved deeper into their mission, they discovered something alarming: the corrupt officials were planning something big—an operation that would harm the very citizens they sought to protect. “They’re planning to drain the city’s funds for a personal gain!” Han exclaimed, horror flashing across his face.

“We need to stop them,” Chan declared, his voice resolute. “This isn’t just about jewels anymore. It’s about saving our home.”

“Let’s confront them,” Hyunjin suggested, determination in his voice. “We have the power to do something here.”

As they regrouped with the others, a new sense of purpose ignited within them. They had become allies in a fight for justice, ready to face whatever came next.

In this chapter, the alliance between 3RACHA and CrazRACHA is final, with both groups committed to taking down the corrupt officials which are a vampire group enhypen. The mix of trust,friendship and shared purpose added depth to their characters, laying the groundwork for the exciting challenges that wait for them in their quest for justice. They will take down the vampire group enhypen.

Part 2 - coming soon

Will be better than this one I promise! This was like a random thought kind of rushed lmk if you actually want part 2

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Mine... One day

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: this was so fun to write! just playful banter and teasing

The clashing metal resounded through the sparing room, only the fighting pair in the room. Well, Y/N’s lady-in-waiting, Maria, was standing against the wall chaperoning the two. The shuffling feet and the ear-ringing sound of the two dull swords running against each other echoed in the room.

Nikolai swung his arm around before tapping her side with the flat part of his blade, “And… Got you.” A loud frustrated groan fell from Y/N’s lips, “You always win it’s not even fair.” “You’re the one who keeps challenging me, Darling.” The smirk on his lips brought butterflies to her stomach and made her clench her fist in annoyance. With a roll of her eyes and walked to place her sword up, “I’m done for today.”

In long strides, he was by her side once again, “You’re giving up so easily?” He pinched her waist softly, earning a small noise of disapproval from the girl standing with her back against the wall. He was quick to raise his hands in defeat but otherwise ignored her. Y/N chuckled, “No. I’m tired so I’m going to do this lovely thing you might’ve heard of called rest.” The blonde hummed as if thinking, “Never heard of it so you must be lying.” That comment earned a playful scoff from the girl looking up at him, “Lying or not, I’m leaving.” She turned to make her way for the door but called over her shoulder, “I’ll be here tomorrow for a rematch.”

Nikolai watched her as she let the door close behind her and sighed to himself, shaking his head with a lovestruck smile. “That girl… She’ll be mine.” The reminder of how stubborn she was flashed in his mind. “One day.”

~

Like the day before the sparing room was filled with the sound of shuffling feet and tapping of swords. The pair has been following each other around the room for no longer than half the hour. 

Y/N sighed as she slid her blade up to press against his neck, “You’re going easy on me.” A smirk appeared on his lips, “I thought maybe if you win you’d finally agree to go out with me.” She scoffed and leaned closer to him, “I’ll agree to go out with you once I win fairly. Don’t start treating me differently now, Lantsov.” A spark of competitive fire flared in Nikolai’s chest, “Alright, Y/L/N. Just know we may never go out then.” 

After releasing him from her hold he was quick to slide forward and swing his own blade down, chasing her right leg. Stepping back and to the side, she retaliated, bringing her free arm behind her back as the one holding the sword moved forward aiming for his side. Step. Step, slide. Lean back, slide. Step forward. Y/N mentally recited the steps he’s taught her. Blocking swiftly before striking back. Her blows got more and more frequent, one hit following another in an aggressive pattern pushing Nikolai to stumble back scrambling to block. With one final push the duel ended with the tip of her sword at the center of his chest. She smirked in pride at his wide-eyed expression before he composed himself quickly. 

“Well… I guess I taught you well.” Nikolai let his sword hang beside his leg as he stepped forward causing the girl in front of him to stretch her neck up slightly. “I guess so.” She said, as she tried to catch her breath. 

“And since you’ve won, you own me a date tonight.” 

Y/N smiled, “Nuhuh… I never said when I’d go out with you.” She spun on her heel and went to put the sword up, leaving the taller of the two to stare at her with a slack jaw. “How- C’mon, Y/N/N. Don’t you think I’ve been patient enough?” He caught up to her and stood at her side. She shook her head, her hair swaying behind her, “No quite, Loverboy.” She stood on her tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before hurrying to the door. “Come, Maria. I’ve finished training for today.” 

Her lady-in-waiting hid her smile of amusement as she scurried behind, her voice quiet, “Yes, M’lady.”

A smug sense of pride settled in her chest while butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She couldn’t wait to go out with him but teasing him was just a bit more fun. Tomorrow morning seemed like the perfect time to surprise him with breakfast. He can wait a few hours more.

[literary-motif]

Act III — Titanic

Scene iii — The Spy

previous scene // overview // read on ao3 // next scene

Warnings: guns and violence, character death(s)

“However pressing this might be,” Asirel said, glancing at the flashing lights — blinking red slowly turning to white instead as Dove typed — “There are other things that require our attention. These mythics—”

His voice faded into the background as you picked up your phone, intent to call Tara’s husband — the widower — and talk him out of whatever fit of sorrow he was sure to have combusted in. This was the time to reach out, tie the noose around his neck, and tug him along and away from the ruins of his broken heart. 

You had a missed call from Mr. Rhoades.

Too late, you thought bitterly, sure he had intended to inform you about the tragedy in Fresno. You saw had sent you a picture. 

You could only guess how many resources were poured into making that picture disappear, bury it in the darkest corner of archives and cataloged history, and you felt a wave of pride at having Mr. Rhoades — perhaps the best private investigator in this sector of the galaxy — on your side. 

This pleasure of triumph was short-lived, as the implications of the snapshot hit you like a bullet, turning your chest to ice. 

It was a picture of two men, shaking hands before the shining sign of a newly opened logistics airline company. One of them wore a crooked smile, his receding hairline making him seem older than he was. Behind the small, round glasses were stormy blue eyes that fixed on you twice a month behind a black door. The man next to him was slightly shorter, his face partly hidden by the angle of the photograph. You could see his gelled, black hair and rimless spectacles, hiding gray eyes that were glaring at Asirel. 

A silver ring stuck to the ring finger of their right hand, the mocking proof of their entanglement with the Collective plain as they stood before the company the Trimedian used to ship away mythics. 

You raised your head slowly, seeing the very same ring on Ackroyd’s finger. He played with it impatiently, anticipating something as he looked at Asirel unfazed. 

Your brain came to a standstill as you heard static.

Ackroyd was part of the Trimedian. 

The revelation made the breath catch in your throat, and you could not help the feeling of being weightless for a moment — a careful second at the precipice that made you rise slightly, nearly floating, nearly flying before gravity would pull you down again, dragging you back towards the world and your feelings as you looked at your colleague, the traitor, the fucking spy! 

The golden door was thrown open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash that made you think the door handle had embedded itself in the stone. 

Dove jumped. Bashir rose to her feet instinctively as she turned to face the intruder. Asirel snapped his mouth shut, looking over his shoulder toward the lanky man in the doorway. 

His dirty blond hair was a mess, strands falling into his drawn face and obscuring his dark eyes. He stood tall but seemed to slouch regardless. The red of his unbuttoned coat clashed with the blue of the plastic card in his hand. 

“You sure took your sweet time,” Ackroyd sneered, breaking the hush that had settled over the room. He made no move to get up. 

“Richard, this is one of yours?” Bashir asked, looking between them. She was uncertain, on edge about the unfolding events. “What’s going on?”

“I was held up,” the man said, surprisingly soft-spoken despite his gloomy appearance. He shifted uncomfortably under Ackroyd’s glare. “Your calling was not exactly scheduled—”

You rose to your feet in a daze. Ackroyd glanced at you, and for the first time, you wished you had a gun to shoot the smugness off his face. “You!” you roared, voice rich with the anger that was boiling up in your chest. “You goddamn Judas, you parasite! You fucking spy!”

He chuckled. “Figured it out, did you?” he said condescendingly. “What’s going on, Meryem, is that I've grown tired of you.” He leaned back in his chair, cradling his cup of cold coffee. “You’ve snooped enough. You know things you shouldn’t. Now please” — he motioned to his acquaintance — “bite. And you all, do me a favor and die.”

The man spurred into action, darting to the center of the room with superhuman speed. This was no man you realized as he gripped Bashir, fast enough she did not even have a moment to think about pulling out her gun. 

Vampire. 

Dove leaped to her feet, smashing her laptop over his head with a cry to get him to let go. It did not work. The vampire growled, pushing Bashir aside harshly to turn to Dove instead. Her eyes widened, the broken parts of her laptop slipping from her grasp as she shuffled back in panic. 

Asirel was twisting around hastily, searching for something — something sharp, something deadly, anything — as you took a step closer to the creature to lure its attention. 

“Doing his bidding?” you asked, scoffing with as much contempt you could muster despite hearing your voice shake, heart hammering in your chest as the possibilities to get out of this alive narrowed. “What a disgrace for your kind, following the orders from a human! Pathetic!”

His head turned towards you, tired eyes staring into yours for a moment as he opened his mouth to answer. 

“Kill them, you halfwit,” Ackroyd snapped. “Don’t forget your place. Don’t forget what I can do to you if you don’tobey.”

The vampire snapped his mouth shut, faltering as he curled into himself more. “Yes, Master,” he said quietly, baring his fangs as he turned towards Dove. 

Bashir launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck to choke him. He was unfazed, simply tilting his head and sinking his fangs into her arm. She gasped, gripping his hair to pull his head away from her. He turned it sharply, tearing a large gash into her arm that bled freely. “Shit,” she cursed, hissing in pain as she wriggled out of his grip. 

Dove had pulled out her gun, raising it towards the vampire. She gave no warning, shooting him twice in the chest. 

He winced, throwing off Bashir. She fell to the ground clutching her arm. He advanced towards Dove again, the bullets that would have killed a human useless against a mythic.

You saw Asirel move slowly, breaking his shock to shrug off his suit jacket to staunch the bleeding. You gripped the coffee table next to you, your untouched cup of tea crashing to the ground as you lifted it in the air, swinging it at the vampire with full force. The wood splintered. Dove cried out, flinching back as pieces of wood flew towards her. 

The vampire stumbled, burning eyes snapping towards you an instant later — like a predator finding its prey. 

You had half a second to feel instant regret before your feet lifted off the ground, the vampire holding you up by your throat as he snarled. You gripped his wrist instinctively, clawing at his hands to get him to loosen his grip, letting you breathe. You kicked him hard to no avail. 

“Pathetic,” he hissed, echoing your words before he flung you away with all his force.

The air rushed past you, and you had a heartbeat of utter calm — watching the vampire turn away from you towards Dove, watching the scene unfold as you drifted further away as if you were merely a spectator to your reality — before your back crashed against the screen hanging on the wall behind you. 

It cracked with a sickening sound, glass shattering. You grimaced in pain, sliding to the ground breathlessly as the broken shards rained down on you. 

Your ears were ringing, your vision spotty and dark at the edges. Distantly, you thought you could hear someone screaming your name, but it was hard to make out. You blinked your eyes open, not realizing you had closed them. Thoughts of duty and responsibility swam in your mind, worry twisting somewhere inside of you. 

The room tilted strangely. You moved your arm to push yourself up. You found it was not the room, it was you.

Dove was on the ground, slumped against the wall with wide eyes, her face deathly pale. She was gasping violently, scratching at her chest as her upper body twisted, spasming with coughs. Her gun lay on the ground beside her.

Asirel was the last one standing. The vampire approached him with measured steps as he scrambled back, nearly tripping over the armchair in his haste to get away.

Panic cut through the haze in your mind, an overwhelming sense of danger gripping your heart with icy clearness that reminded you of duty, loyalty, and promises. 

“Stop,” you gasped out. No matter how responsible you felt for him, there was not much you could do against a vampire, even if you were not kneeling on the ground, bracing yourself against it in an effort not to topple over. Nausea overtook you as you attempted to get up, only to crumble to the ground again, defeated. “No, leave him alone.” 

Pathetic.

Ackroyd raised an eyebrow, finishing his coffee. You thought you had never felt such blinding, murderous fury as you did then, seeing the satisfied smirk on his face while you heard Asirel’s sharp intake of breath, the vampire looming over him, ready to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.

You did not hear the gun cocking, but the gunshot that followed. It echoed through the room and the empty hallway long after the mythic flinched, clutching his chest with a frown before his eyes widened — realizing the bullet that hit him was tampered with — and falling to the ground, dead. 

Vic surveyed the room, lowering his gun slowly. His gaze swept over Asirel to check if he was alright. Finding him unharmed, they darted around again, until they settled on your hunched figure. 

You heaved a sigh of relief that sounded more like a dry cough. Vic’s expression twisted, his eyes widening as he looked at the shattered screen above you, horror in his gaze. You raised a hand in the air weakly, intent to soothe away some of his worry. 

He moved towards you regardless, his attention caught. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ackroyd move. He rose to his feet, reaching into his suit jacket. 

He would pull out a gun. You were sure of it. 

You turned towards Dove, lips parted to tell her to shoot him, but you found the gun already next to you.  

Lurching to the side, you ignored the stabbing pain in your back and grabbed it, aiming it at the spy and pulling the trigger with a sick satisfaction before he could properly aim at your friend. 

Vic turned, watching Ackroyd stagger as the gun slipped from his hand. He was caught off guard, pristine white shirt taking on a spreading dark red where you had shot him. His eyes went blank as he fell backward, collapsing into his armchair. His head lulled to the side, chest still. He was dead. 

You did not know what twist of fate to thank for the fact that he had still been human — flesh and bone that could be killed by a flying bullet. 

The following silence was deafening, only broken by the faint dripping of blood onto the tiles. 

Bashir pushed herself up unsteadily, clutching her arm as she leaned against her armchair. She was paler than you had ever seen her, her face a sickly, dark gray color.

Vic had paused his advance towards you, frozen in place as he stared at Ackroyd. Asirel moved to grip the back of his armchair, blood-stained fingers digging into the red cushions. 

You turned to Dove. The praise for her quick thinking died on your tongue. She was dead, unseeing eyes half-lidded, strands of blonde hair turned red, blue coat littered with specks of blood. One of her hands was stretched out unnaturally, the silver ring on her finger stained. 

She had pushed her gun towards you with her dying breath.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Neutralised (1994): S01 E01 [1/5]

(Meant to be read like a TV show, or the description of a TV show)

Warnings: Shitty writing (I'm rusty on television writing), death & dead bodies, 90s fashion decisions (can you tell I don't know what to mention), misunderstandings & perceived abuse, cheesy nicknames, violence & Swearing.

2000 ish words. Please tell me if you want to be tagged.

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The scene opens on a graveyard at dawn, a figure holds a shovel and attempts to dig, but the ground is too cold and hard. Next to him is a completely black golf-cart type vehicle.

A small subtitle appears at the bottom of the screen, it reads 'January 1st 1994, Chicago, Illinois'.

As the camera gets closer to the figure we can see them in more detail, blonde hair and glasses wearing a denim shirt and jeans under a dark brown winter coat, along with black boots, the faint hint of stubble colours his jawline in a tint of gold. This is Caleb 'Cal' willow, head grave-digger, 32 years old, British-American, six-foot tall and good-looking even though he doesn't wish to be anyone's eye-candy.

The figure (Cal) stops, leaving the shovel standing straight up in the frozen ground as he leans on it and looks towards something off-camera.

The camera shifts to behind the man in denim and we see truck, a beat-up, old, purple, 1989 Ford F-150.

The shot gets closer and the couple in the car are suddenly clearer.

The man in the driver's seat is hefty and has a smug smirk on his face, his leather jacket covers a stained off-white tank-top, a baseball cap covers most of his curly brown hair, except for the week-old beard and puts his blue eyes in shadow. This is Lance Carter, an electrician, 30 years old, originally from Mississippi, six-foot-two and a former college athlete.

"You gotta stop trippin' over yer feet, Mona." He grumbles as he leans over to kiss the woman.

The woman, 'Mona' is paler than her lover, light blonde hair, styled into bangs and a ponytail, and bright blue eyes contrast with her black painted lips and dark crimson eyeshadow, her red V-neck sweater vest and black long-sleeve shirt show a hint of cleavage and a black heart necklace. Her bangs barely hide a poorly covered bruise from that earlier morning. This is Monday 'Mona' Duke, the youngest grave-digger, 26 years old, born and raised in Eloia, five-foot-one and deceptively lean.

"I'll try not to, my Lancelot. I'ma go hand Cal his coffee, I love you and I'll see you later." Mona whispers, kissing his cheek and pulling away to get out of the truck.

Mona takes a set of three paper cups and a black satchel bag with her, the camera shifts to show her walking, with a slight but noticeable limp on her right side, towards Cal, his figure standing in the graveyard, and we see she's wearing black cargo pants and black heavy boots with inch-thick platforms on the bottom.

"Bram not here yet?" She calls as she walks over.

"Not yet, Mona, waiting for the call to say he's got religious reasons." Cal breathes out a cloud as he sighs, happily taking a cup from his female co-worker.

"We should have taken today off, but then again, you don't care about New Year's Day, and I don't want to be in the same apartment as my dumbass boyfriend."

"Go send Prince Charming away then, Princess." Cal chuckles softly.

Mona jogs back to the car, which isn't easy with her limp being made worse by the freezing weather.

"Lance, I'm at work now, you can leave."

Lance leans out of the window to kiss Mona, when they pull away a man can be seen between them, about six feet from the car.

The man is tall, broad shoulders with a black trench-coat draped over them, his pale blue jumper clashes slightly with the dark green colour of his trousers, and the maroon brown shade of his boots. His curly black hair comes to rest just above his dark brown eyes and aquiline nose, his scowling lips are framed by a neatly trimmed goatee. This is Abraham 'Bram' Machado, the tallest grave-digger, 30 years old, born and raised in Idaho, six-foot-three and easily angered.

He glares at Lance as the man drives away, his rage vanishes as he looks at Mona.

"Morning, Mona, sorry I'm late Cal… car troubles." The tallest member of the trio nervously explains, gesturing to his car parked neatly in its place, the only hint of damage is a cracked passenger window.

"Lateness I expect from Mona, not from you, Bram." Cal huffs as he once again tries to dig the frozen dirt.

Mona limps a couple paces before sitting in the black golf-cart.

"Are you doing okay, Mona?" Bram raises an eyebrow in concern, taking a swig from the final cup of coffee to hide the scowl on his lips.

She nods, taking a sip from her coffee before she turns to scan across the graveyard, her eyes widen when she spots something.

Cal gestures for Bram to put his drink down and focus on the work. Bram nods but stares at Mona as he continues working.

"Excuse me, sir," Mona starts walking towards a slumped figure, "you can't sleep out here, you'll catch your demise, mister?" She pokes the figure with her foot, dropping down to check their pulse.

Cal and Bram stop and silently watch as Mona slowly stands and starts carefully walking backwards towards them.

"Monday, are you alright?" Cal's voice waivers slightly as he starts to realise what the lady grave-digger has seen.

"Monday, come here, you shouldn't look at that. Mona, Mona come here." Bram pulls Mona towards him, making her squeak as her smaller frame collides with his chest, he shields her body with his.

Cal grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials a number, the scene starts to fade out as Cal says, "Hey, Boss…"

The next scene fades in, an office, cramped and claustrophobic.

An older gentleman, his black hair balding, short of both stature and temper, wearing an all black suit more at home in the 70s, along with black leather gloves on his hands. He sits at an old wooden desk and shakes his head as he grabs a small pile of paperwork.

"These are your witness reports," He looks at the trio, annoyed at them, "I'm not letting you three get off of work just because you found a body. Miss Duke, shift's over, I'll see you later. Out." The older man, Mr Mortimer according to the name plaque on his desk, grumbles in an Italian accent, waving the three grave-diggers out of his tiny office.

They step out into a larger room, past a young black man sitting with his feet on his desk reading 'Funeral Monthly', and through another door into what almost looks like a gothic hotel lobby. At the desk sits a larger, blond gentleman, downing an energy drink with an obvious 'I don't want to be here' attitude.

Cal strikes up a conversation with him with a casual, "Hey, King." Then the conversation fades into background noise.

"Hey, Monday… Are, are you sure you're okay, Mona?" Bram whispers as he sits down with her on one of the benches in the lobby.

"Yeah I'm fine, Bram, it's nothing I haven't seen before," She shrugs, "Lance should be here soon to take me to the café anyway." Mona's voice is a mile a minute, it's clear that this is just how she talks, fast-paced with little time to relax, as is her lifestyle.

But at the mention of Lance, Bram's soft, caring smile drops, replaced with a scowl full of hate as he hunkers down, placing his forearms against his thighs, he glares at the entrance and his jaw clenches tight, hands already balled into fists.

He's shaken from the mist of blind anger by Mona gently patting his shoulder as a gesture of thanks.

Mona heads outside, lighting up a cigarette as Bram stands, stopping himself from following her, he waits for Cal to leave first.

Bram glares at Lance as Mona kisses her boyfriend and leaves with him, Bram continues glaring until he can't see the truck anymore.

"Drop the glare, we have work to do. You can fight him when Mona isn't around him," Cal nudges Bram's arm, "c'mon Romeo."

The two men climb into the golf-cart and head back to the grave they were digging.

Meanwhile, Mona and Lance share an awkward moment of silence before Lance huffs a hefty sigh.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" He grumbles.

"What? The dead frozen guy?" Mona raises an eyebrow at the gruff tone of her boyfriend's voice.

"No, Mona. Are we gonna talk about him, the tall guy you work with?"

"Bram? What about him?" She shrugs, not understanding the question.

"He glares at me, every time I drop you off or pick you up. Hell, Mona, he glares at me when I visit you at work."

"He's just protective, it's not every day that someone shows up with bruises and a limp."

Mona checks her hairline in a compact mirror, showing the bruises, which can't be older than a week or less, she attempts to cover them with makeup and fixes her bangs to hide them again.

"I know that, but it's every time, not just today." Lance slams hard on the horn and silently mouths a couple curse words at another driver.

Mona jumps at the noise of the horn, Lance notices and takes her hand to press a reassuring kiss to the back of her palm.

"I didn't realise that, Lancelot, but pay him no attention. I'm your girl, not his." Mona whispers as Lance parks the truck.

As soon as Mona steps out of the truck, the back door of the café swings open and a young man, in white clothes and an apron, with jet black hair comes rushing out, stopping when he sees Mona and rushing over to hug her.

"Fry, down baby brother, down." Mona chuckles softly.

Fry puts his hands up and takes a step back, "Estelle's here. She's mad at Angelo."

"Why's she mad at Angelo for?"

As Mona steps through the door the camera follows her and when it swings back the screen goes black.

The scene fades back and the camera raises diagonally out of the grave Cal and Bram have been digging. Cal and Bram have both ditched their jackets by this point, Cal's denim shirt has sweat stains in the armpits. Bram is in the process of taking his jumper off, revealing a long-sleeved beige undershirt and suspenders.

"So, what's the deal with you and Mona?" Cal asks, watching as Bram's shoulders drop as he sighs.

"The deal with me and Monday," Bram murmurs as he places his jumper in the cart, "From the day she got hired, I thought me and her would be friends, or maybe more, but she doesn't see me in that way. If she truly wants Lance, then the lord better fix him fast." Bram grumbles as he avoids looking Cal in the eyes.

Cal goes to speak, falling silent as both men look towards the sound of tires screeching to a halt.

Lance's truck pulls up beside the row of headstones, the driver's side door swings open and he steps out, scowling as he looks at Cal and Bram.

The passenger door swings open and a young, golden haired man in a dark blue security uniform steps out and rushes over to Lance's side. The name tag on his chest reads 'Kane Carter'. This is Kane 'K.C' Carter, the day-shift security guard, 27 years old, the younger brother of Lance, five-foot-nine and a man who is usually late due to being a heavy sleeper.

"Piss off, Kane." Lance growls, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the seat before slamming the car door.

"Lance, don't. Think about what Monday would want." K.C tries to push his brother towards the car as Lance storms towards the grave-diggers.

"Don't you dare." Cal whispers as he pries Bram's hand off the shovel, chucking both potential weapons in the back of the cart.

Bram stands his ground, glaring daggers at Lance as the, slightly shorter, tall man advances.

[desastre-fag]

I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 3: Older than dirt

“Well, what do we have here?”

Everything stills and Tommy doesn’t dare breathe, frozen like ice, hunched into the crook of Schlatt’s elbow. 

“Good evening, Soot family.” The greeting doesn’t ease the atmosphere, and if anything it seems as though the family have become more on guard than before. Magic swirling through the air is all Tommy can sense, but even his baby brain can register it as dangerous, and so he begins to fuss, face scrunching and body wriggling around to communicate his discomfort. 

“Schlatt, you seem well…” Suspicion evident in his voice, the blond speaks up, eyes narrowing yet focused on Tommy, a gleam Tommy can’t quite place. The winged man pulls himself to a standing position, gesturing for the other two to remain seated when they move to do the same. 

“Ah, you know me Phil - sorry, Mr.Soot.” Schlatt responds, making his mockery of the man obvious, uncaring of the possible consequences. He smoothly pulls out a chair of his own, falling into it, causing it to scrape against the floor. The following squeak causes only Tommy to flinch, the others in the room unaffected, merely staring down one another - three sets of eyes filled with distrust, the other set at ease and smug. 

He continues to speak as the man - Phil - seats himself once again gracefully, “I know I haven’t been around in a while, been busy, y’know with a kid and all…” At once all eyes shoot to the baby still snuggled into Schlatt, only now he has moved to rest on Schlatt’s chest, listening close to his heart beat. 

‘Stupid fucking baby brain being all calm and shit. I just want to stab something!’ 

“Well, now that you’ve brought it up, that is what I was going to ask about.” An eerily calm smile has settled onto Phil’s face, though a hint of curiosity sparks in his eyes, inspecting every part of Tommy, from his small fists to his button nose. 

“Let’s cut the fucking bullshit, who’s baby is that and why did you bring it here?” A melodic and deep voice cuts through the air, wrapping around Tommy like a second skin and calming him even further, eyes drooping at the feeling. The voice belongs to the man seated to Phil’s left, who sits with a scowl on his face, dripping with poison and a promise of danger. 

“Fellas, this is my son, my pride and joy, Theseus.” The silence is deafening, yet is suddenly broken by a deep bellowing laugh, coming from the tallest man in the room. 

‘Well I didn’t expect him to sound like that.’ The man wipes a fake tear from his eye before his face falls blank instantaneously. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“As a heart attack.” The air becomes tense, magic sparking at everyone’s fingertips (except Tommy’s of course, what kind of baby has access to their magic?) and clashing between them. 

“I’m sure you can understand why we wouldn’t trust you enough to believe you.” Ever the voice of reason Phil chimes in, placing his hands out in a placating gesture, as if to keep the peace between the three men. 

Schlatt takes on a hurt look, fake in every way, “I have no idea what you’re talking about Phil, I thought we were friends.” The man mentioned looks as though he just realised he’s been wearing a wet sock his whole life and turns to face the brunet beside him.

“Wilbur, could you show our friend here the way out?” His face lights up in glee at the opportunity, launching out of the chair, causing it to wobble and almost fall to the floor.

“Right this way.” The smugness rolls off of him in waves, bowing slightly and gesturing with one arm to the door situated to his left - across from the head of the table - beaming with his mouth and eyes. 

Schlatt seems to become wary, a familiar frown sliding onto his face as he stops playing the game he started, “Ok, I get it. This is Theseus, my son, and I’m here to make an offering.” 

The world stands still, magic falls to the ground and silence encapsulates everything. 

“What?” The word is hissed out, strangled between teeth and tongue, just barely audible - and it’s a shock coming from Phil. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Even the two men beside him subconsciously curl into themselves, instincts pushing them to hide, hide, hide from the angered witch, Wilbur taking a seat. Seeing this, Phil visibly relaxes, shoulders coming down from their place close to his ears, wings twitching in agitation. 

Schlatt acts unphased, but Tommy can feel his heart rate increasing against his cheek, his own doing the same. “Phil - buddy - let’s calm down a second alright? I mean- it’s just an offering.” He shakily chuckles, ever so slightly leaning back into his chair.

“What exactly are you offering?” Wilbur interrupts, raised brow in tow. Phil opens his mouth as if to beat Schlatt to it but the brunet holds a hand up respectfully, keeping his focus on Schlatt, scrutinising him. 

“I am so glad you asked Wilbur.” Regaining his suave and confidence, he stands and dusts off one shoulder with his free hand before grabbing Tommy under his armpits and turning him to face the Soots. 

‘Well that’s fucking terrifying.’ The babe hanging from Schlatt’s hands wiggles, shakes his fists and drools all down his very oversized shirt, golden curls framing his chubby face. 

“We all know how you guys haven’t turned to fucking dust even though you’re older than dirt.” He smirks, satisfaction curling in his stomach, “Bunch of baby killers huh?” A violent crack can be heard before the spark of magic manifests from Phil’s clenched fist, bursting into a deep green flame. 

“I’m not judging! Don’t knock it till you try it, right?” Schlatt placates, pulling Tommy back further into his chest and turning him around once more, poking his nose. 

Phil is seething, yet Schlatt continues when none of the others utter a word, “What? Do I have to spell it out for you?” His voice raises as mania begins to seep into his tongue, “My offering! My offering is my son, Theseus Schlatt! It would be an honour if you would accept my request for an exchange. My son - my greatest possession - for a higher level of magic, respect, power.” Greed, thick and slimy, envelopes his speech and fills the room. 

The greed is soon overcome by rage, harsh and heavy, it weighs Tommy down and urges him to run, run, run away, danger! It’s suffocating. 

“How dare you!” The winged man flings the table into the door with a simple thought, the legs snapping off and crashing to the wooden floor. He’s on his feet in a manner of milliseconds, the others following, trench coat and cape flowing behind them. 

“Phil-”

“No! You do not get to stand there accusing us of such disgusting acts, offering us a child at the same time.” He crosses the room swiftly, wings flaring above and behind him, casting a large shadow over Schlatt’s figure. 

“That’s probably not even his son.” The pink haired man states, monotone and nonchalant. 

“More like that’s probably not even a baby.” 

‘Yes! Exactly! Fucking finally someone gets it!’ He can feel freedom, the idea of running away on his own two feet filling him with determination. 

“Will?” Phil turns towards the brunet with a curious expression.

“Babies don’t have magic, yet I can clearly feel a strong source coming from the one in front of me.” Wilbur vaguely gestures towards Tommy, face scrunched as if to avoid a bad smell. 

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice? Did you think we were fucking stupid?” It’s his turn to step into Schlatt’s personal space, coming face to face before jabbing him in the chest with his pointer finger, eyes glowing a slight teal colour. 

“Give me the baby.” Tommy tries to object by swinging his little fists again, but it’s all for nothing as he is handed over to Wilbur with no resistance.

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!’ He’s gently placed into Wilbur’s warm arms, the soft turtleneck comforting. He isn’t given the time to get used to the new arrangement as he is promptly passed along to Phil who cradles him as though he is made of glass, tracing the outline of his facial features with the tips of his fingers.

“Wilbur, I imagine you can handle this?” The question is directed to the beanie wearing individual but Phil’s entirely focused on Tommy, admiring him as if he hung all the stars in the sky.

“Of course Phil. Technoblade, you gonna stick around?” An affirmative grunt is all the response he needs to remove the table in order for Phil and Tommy to make their exit. The last thing Tommy gets to see is the boar skull advancing on Schlatt as the alcoholic begins to tremble. 

“Please! I-I I don’t know how to make this right, but I will! I swear!” The hoarse cry echoes from the room down the hallway, high in pitch and sheer terror. 

“You don’t, but I do.” Wilbur is the one to decide Schlatt’s punishment, delegated by Phil, and he’s excited at the opportunity to let his magic free. 

“What was it you said about us? Older than dirt? ” 

No one sees Schlatt again, but there are reported sightings of a goat roaming his home's garden, said to be searching for a way in.

[stealth-black-leg]

Forcing myself out of writer's block to write some propaganda fic for my old men...

The first time they meet, Whitebeard wipes the floor with Zeff. Nothing personal — just two pirate crews that happen to bump into each other, inevitably clashing. Par for the course in their line of work.

What is unusual—and highly so—is for the defeated captain to, bruised and beaten as he is, offer to cook a meal for the other. He does it earnestly, even amidst grumbles and insults, and with such passion for his craft that Whitebeard finds himself warmed up due to something other than the delicious treat.

*

The second time they meet is at a wayward port town, the kind of place that won't mind pirates so long as they behave. Zeff's boat is already docked when the Moby Dick arrives, and the sight of its jolly roger, a cartoony duck with a crossed knife and fork behind it, makes Whitebeard crack a smile.

There's no good excuse as to why he sets out to look for him the moment he sets foot on land, other than he's curious to see him again, months after their first meeting. He didn't imagine Zeff would choose to remain in the New World after his rough start — it pleases him to find he was wrong, although he can't put his finger on why, exactly, it is so.

Zeff is sharing a drink with his first mate when Whitebeard finds him, and two pairs of eyebrows raise when they see him approach. Beren seems to tense, fingers going rigid around his tumbler, but Zeff appears much calmer. Surprised, yes, and maybe curious, but he doesn't seem to feel threatened.

Whitebeard hopes Zeff is happy to see him again, then wonders where this wish is coming from.

He joins them at their table, receiving permission in the shape of a smile under a blond mustache. They catch up over a drink, with the familiarity of old friends even though they're practically strangers, and hours fly by in the midst of laughter and friendly conversation.

Beren excuses himself at some point, saying he needs to restock on cigarettes.

“What you need to do is quit,” Zeff barks at his retreating figure, then grumbles: “Waste of a good cook, fucking up his tastebuds like that. He could be just as good as me if he just put in the effort.”

“High praise,” Whitebeard comments — and then, without much thought, he asks: “Would you cook for me again?”

Zeff gives him a Look.

It's smug, in the way a craftsman is when his job is praised, and it's surprised, perhaps taken aback by the forward request, but there's something else overall; something that Whitebeard might be inclined to call fondness, if only he could tell why such a feeling would be there.

It is something akin to fondness what fills him when, making eye contact and still through his Look, Zeff says, “Of course,” and the spark that seems to flicker somewhere in his chest will leave him puzzled for weeks.

*

The third time they meet, Roger is there.

He and Whitebeard have recently finished beating the crap out of each other for what feels like a week, and now their crews are mingling—drinking, chatting, trading—as if they hadn't just reshaped the island's landscape by means of trying to kill each other. It's not the first time this occurrence takes place, which makes Whitebeard fear it's the start of a tradition, although admittedly not one he would hate.

Zeff shows up out of nowhere, arriving—thankfully—when it's the party and not the fight at its peak. Roger's men grow alert at the arrival of a third pirate crew (the effect a tad undermined by Rayleigh chasing after a laughing, red-haired toddler that has stolen his glasses) but Whitebeard's greet them happily, and soon the atmosphere returns to its festive ambiance, with the newcomers welcome to the celebration.

“Saw the Moby Dick anchored by the shore,” Zeff says for a greeting when he approches Whitebeard. “Didn't know you had company.”

“Didn't know you had friends,” Roger cackles teasingly, and Whitebeard trips him when he passes by him to go greet Zeff with a handshake.

“Red Leg Zeff,” Whitebeard says through a long-suffering sigh, “meet Gol D. Roger. Good pirate, better moron.”

“I've heard about you,” Zeff says to Roger; and then, turning to Whitebeard: “Surely he's not that bad.”

No. Turns out, he's worse.

Whitebeard doesn't know what gear shifts in Roger after Zeff's joining them, but his rival starts getting on his nerves rather quickly.

It starts when Zeff decides that the rock he's sitting on is uncomfortable and moves to Whitebeard's knee instead. “Make room, Newgate,” he demands, to which Whitebeard only replies: “Don't fall,” reaching to support him with a hand at his back.

“Don't insult me. Ah, you have a little something—” Pulling out a handkerchief, Zeff reaches and wipes the corner of Whitebeard's mouth.

They hear Roger choke on his drink, then cough, and when they look at him they find him glancing between the two of them, a half-surprised, half-delighted grin on his face. “Oh,” he says in a raspy wheeze, “so this is what it is.”

Whitebeard blinks.

“What is what?” Zeff inquiries, sounding as confused as Whitebeard feels.

Roger's grin grows wider, his eyes gleaming in pure joy. “You two—” he starts, then cracks up in a loud fit of laughter, doubling over. “You don't know!” he cackles. “By god, you don't know!”

Growing more confused by the second, Zeff glances at Whitebeard. Whitebeard returns the glance, shrugs helplessly, and returns his gaze to Roger to bark at him: “What the hell are you on?”

Roger doesn't reply, of course he doesn't. He's too busy laughing, so hard that he's on the brink of tears, and they can only watch him, unsure on whether they're being mocked or simply left out of a joke they don't get.

“This is beautiful,” Roger sobs after a full five minutes, out of breath. “Oh, this is the best day of my life.”

And then he finally deigns to address them again. With an annoyingly knowing look plastered on his face, tears of laughter escaping the corners of his eyes, and a smile of pure joy, he meets Whitebeard's stare head on and only says:

“Let me know when you figure it out.”

*

The fourth time they meet, Whitebeard figures it out.

Strictly speaking, he figures it out right after they part ways for the fourth time. As he watches Zeff's ship sail away, he puzzles over why separating from that man always leaves him feeling nostalgic over they time they've just shared. Why, when he passes by the kitchen for a snack, he smiles fondly at the memory of Zeff commandeering it, kicking Thatch out while calling him an annoying zucchini. Why the presence of Zeff seems to linger around him like the aftertaste of good liquor.

And then, when he makes it to his cabin, he's surprised to find a large jug waiting for him there. There's a note tied to the cork, and his hand trembles uneasily when he reaches for it, recognising even from afar Zeff's neat handwriting.

Newgate,

I've been experimenting with new brews. I think you'll find this one to your liking. I'll be expecting some feedback the next time we meet.

xx

Zeff

Whitebeard reads it over and over. An unexplicable warmth fills his chest as his eyes absorb Zeff's words — curt and straight to the point, but undeniably fond. There's an underlying message to his note and gift: I think of you; please, think of me — and how couldn't he, Whitebeard wonders. How couldn't he think of Zeff, when just doing that makes him feel content, brings a smile to his face, lifts him u—oh shit.

Oh. Oh, crap. Oh, motherfucker.

Oh.

Oh.

Roger, bless his soul, picks up his Den Den Mushi rather quickly.

“I'm in love with Zeff,” Whitebeard blurts out the moment the snails connect.

There's silence for a beat. Roger blinks, then smiles, then goads: “Congratulations! You figured it out! Has he?”

“Fuck if I know. You think he's in love with me?”

“I would say so, yes. And, if I may—you two make quite the lovely pair.”

“What the fuck, Roger. What the fuck.”

“Love works in mysterious ways, Whitey. Or so I've been told. What are you going to do?”

Whitebeard pauses for a moment. Isn't that a fan-fucking-tastic question? What the hell is he going to do?

“... I guess I'll talk to him the next time we meet?”

“Edward Newgate—all the time I've known you, all the things I've seen you do—and you've never sounded so terrified before,” Roger says through a fond laugh. “Do. Talk to him. It'll be alright.”

“Will it?”

“Why wouldn't it?”

“This is insane, Roger.”

“No, insane is becoming a father by finding a baby in a plundered chest. Two people falling in love? Happens every day. Talk to him. Then call me back and tell me everything.”

“I can't stand you, Gol,” Whitebeard groans.

“But you will call me, yes?”

“Depending on how well your advice works, I'll either call you or sink you.”

“Fair. I'll be waiting expectantly for either.”

*

The fifth time they meet, Whitebeard talks to Zeff.

Hours later, he calls Roger.

His rival laughs, and only says:

“I call dibs on officiating the wedding.”

One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 3 Side F

Propaganda under the cut.

Nami x Koala: Koala was enslaved by humans and saved by fishmen. now, she spends her life fighting for other people’s freedom. nami was enslaved by fishmen and saved by humans, and spends her life fighting for her own freedom. they’ve never interacted but i think they’d get along great- they’re both the level headed one for an asl brother too! at the very least they can bond over all of the stupid shit they’ve had to shut down.

Braidbeard: OKAY LISTEN TO ME. These two old men? Met in their youth and got together with the sole purpose of adopting every single daddy-issues brat in the Grand Line. Zeff beats the shit out of Whitebeard every time they have a meal because of his piss-poor table manners, but then he also brews WB's favourite sake. They love each other very much but suck at showing it, except when it's time to embarrass their children, at which point they have a whole arsenal of sappy pet names. Also Roger officiated their wedding.

[youta]

atsumu groans in frustration, peeking out from behind his notebook to look at you. they look so pretty, he thinks. his gaze trails down to your lips, which just makes him form a pout on his own. why? he has been trying to kiss you for weeks.

your lips tug into a smug smile, noticing your boyfriend’s frustration. you know what he has on mind, but playing with him a little seemed fun.

whenever he leaned insanely close to you, you just turned your head away, other times his pecks landed on your cheeks, or next to your lips, sometimes an unexpected call interrupted it.

a study date at your house gives you the perfect opportunity to finally give him what he’s been craving. both of you are seated on your bed, focusing on the notes and homework in front of you. you can feel his lingering gaze on you from time to time, but you choose to ignore it.

“this is so boring,” he complains, putting his book down. it’s been an hour since you started; you are surprised he lasted this long without giving up. the last thing atsumu wanted to do was studying, when he could spend time with you instead.

“hm?” you hum, raising your eyebrows, your eyes still glued to the paper in your hands.

“we could do something a lot more fun, y’know,” he mumbles, combing his fingers through his honey blonde hair.

a small giggle escapes your lips, as you put down the notebook you are holding. his face lightens up seeing you finally paying attention to him, and helps you clean everything off of your bed.

now it’s only the two of you sitting there, the air is thick with the tension that has been there for weeks.

“i want to try something,” he says in a low voice, leaning in closer to your face. his lips are a few inches away from yours, his breath tickles your cheeks. you hold back a small smile, slowly looking into his eyes.

“oh yeah?” you whisper, grabbing his uniform’s tie with one of your hands. as you pull him closer, you meet halfway; your lips clash together, but soon turns into a soft kiss. so sweet, he thinks.

‘tsumu deepens the kiss with a slight turn of his head, his hands already hugging your waist. even if it’s the first time for the two of you to kiss — he isn’t all that bad.

after you pull away slightly panting, he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“ya did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he asks, hinting at his previous failed attempts.

“of course,” you chuckle, putting your arms around his neck. “you can’t always get what you want,” you coo, and press a little peck on his cheek. “it was fun, too.”

“mhm, so much fun,” he rolls his eyes, but the smirk playing on his lips contradicts it.

[damn-stark]

Part 2 The Golden & The No Name Knight

Part 2 of The Lion and The Dragon

A/N- I’ll continue the rest of this series!

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem-reader

Warning- Angst, language, forced marriage, violence and blood.

Episode- takes place before 1x08

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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The sounds of swords clashing mixed in the breeze, making Nyra’s words beside you difficult to hear.

“….repeat it!” She exclaims the last bit of her sentence.

You shake your head and narrow your gaze. “I—what? I didn’t quite catch that. Repeat it.”

Nyra groans and parts his lips to repeat herself for the second time. “I said...”

Yet her words once again get tuned out the moment you catch your dear and loving husband, Prince Aemond, in the training yard.

He’s quick and swift with each swing and every duck to evade the knight you know as Ser Criston Cole. For someone so slender compared to his dueling partner, Aemond is quite strong and manages to push off Ser Criston’s sword before he kicks him away with ease.

Hm.

He hadn’t noticed you watching yet—or so you think. But you did take in every step he did and memorized it, wondered if that could ever be you, training like them in public.

It’s not to say that you wish to become a man to hold a sword, no, none of that. You wondered if you could ever become a fierce woman warrior just like Queen Visenya was, be as comfortable in ringmail just as you are in silk. Just like how it was told she was. That’s your wish.

To be remembered as something fierce and not be forgotten, or written down as a simple wife and mother.

Sometimes—no, most of the times when you daydream, you like to imagine yourself holding a sword and fighting like the brave warriors.

“Ah,” Nyra finally comments, having given up trying to teach you what was in the scripture for now. “Gawking are we? It was that good,” she snickers.

Your eyes widen and you quickly snap your head towards her to swat her arm. “Nyra,” you hiss and proceed to navigate your way through the damned castle. “Quiet. I told you to be quiet.”

Nyra lingers behind for a bit before she giggles and skips to catch up to you. “Tell me did he show you his eye?”

You roll your eyes and walk back inside the castle to try and return to your chambers after having wandered a bit too far. “Why—” you sigh and shake your head. “No he did not show me his eye.”

Nyra hums and stops, forcing you to do the same.

“So he slept with the patch on?” She questions.

You press your lips together and let out a deep breath before turning and shaking your head again. “No,” you tell her. “The prince did not end up staying the night, so I wouldn't know.”

Nyra scoffs and steps towards you to continue walking. “Well, regardless, he totally saw you just now. So if you ask nicely maybe he’ll teach you a thing or two.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Sure, but my dear Nyra, I am but a fragile maiden, I cannot touch a sword,” you add sarcastically. “Who knows what might happen, my arm might fall off, or worse yet, I may grow a pair of balls.”

“See,” Nyra retorts with a pointed glare. “It’s this attitude that made him not want to stay the night.”

You giggle and clasp your hands behind your back as you turn yet another hall that looks like all the others.

“This castle is too big. I swear we just went in a circle,” you complain.

“So is your belly swollen,” Nyra blurts and touches your belly. “Are you expecting?” She smirks.

You smack her hand away and snap back. “No! It’s been five days!”

Nyra shrugs. “So?” She quips. “You know Alyssa Hill?”

You squint and think, but can’t come up with a face. “No. There was like three of those.”

She sighs and snaps her fingers. “Alyssa Hill, the blonde, dark eyed one. Eyes black as coal?”

“Oh! Yes! Her! What about her?” You question.

Nyra smirks again as she gets all smug. “She began to show five days after she lay with her husband.”

You scoff. “That’s because she was also with the stable boy before getting married,” you retort, making Nyra stop and gasp.

“How do you know that?!”

You stop and peer back to smirk at her. “I know things,” you shrug. “I was the lady of Casterly Rock, it’s my job.”

Nyra skips towards you and hooks her arm around yours to continue walking and getting even more lost.

Nevertheless, it’s as you’re trying to navigate your way back to your chambers that you actually stumble across your husband and his brother.

Nyra spotted them first just as you were going to turn the corner and quickly yanks you back.

“What are you—”

She slaps her hand on your mouth and puts her finger against her lip to shush you and then point out to the hall.

At first you don’t understand, not until you recognize his voice.

“….she is no Valyrian or Targaryen,” you hear Aemond say. “True. I didn’t get as lucky as you, brother.”

He’s talking about you.

When you understand that you meet Nyra’s amber gaze and pull her hand off your mouth.

“No, you didn’t,” Aegon counters. “You got married to a plain looking Lannister. The handmaiden is far prettier, lay with her, or I can introduce you to some silver-haired woman if it pleases you.”

You clench your jaw and drop your gaze, and wait, actually fucking wait for Aemond to defend you, but that was foolish of you to hope for.

“My wife,” he says, “is tolerable, but it’s what her family offers that brought forth our match. Don’t forget that Aegon.”

The marriage was not one out of love, yes, but there was still some part of you, a small part within that hoped he at least found you agreeable. It isn't so, and that stung.

“It’s not for me to remember,” Aegon retorts. “Yet, that’s beside the point, marriage doesn’t mean dedication.”

Aemond scoffs and then footsteps continue to come forward, causing you and Nyra to panic and begin to stumble as you both try to turn to walk back where you had come from.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whisper and try to pull her back. “Fuck.”

However, it’s as you’re pushing yourself forward and stumbling over your own feet that Nyra accidentally pushes you to the wall. And rather than hitting it and coming to a sudden halt, the wall moves and you fall back into some hidden hall, pulling Nyra with you.

Aegon and Aemond get closer so instead of getting out Nyra and you close the wall, or the door, whatever it is and hide behind it to wait for them to pass; thanking the gods that they had dropped their conversation about you and instead Aemond seemed to be scolding his older brother. Their conversation was a bit muffled behind the wall to hear clearly.

“Did they pass?” Nyra whispers a few minutes later.

You shrug and snap back. “I don’t know, how am I meant to know?”

Nyra pushes the wall just a bit back to let you peek your head out.

“So?”

You look from side to side and see no one. Thank the gods. “It’s clear, let’s go,” you urge her and grab her hand to help her out.

Nyra pushes the wall close and lets you drag her away.

“That was close,” she whispers. “I thought I was gonna piss myself.”

You touch your chest and sigh. “Me too.”

“That was,” she brings up slowly. “Something. I wonder where those halls lead to.”

“Probably, my guess around the castle,” you share. “If only it led to my room.” You grumble. “I think we’re lost.” You let her hand go and walk in silence, guessing for the most part where to go, basing it mostly off memory and trying not to think of how deeply the Prince just wounded your pride.

Is there a point in trying to impress him any further? Sure it’s only been a few days since your marriage began, but if he found you so plain and barely tolerable then what is the point?

“I don’t think he meant it,” Nyra blurts.

Great. It’s like she’s reading your mind.

Then again much like you, that’s all she was probably thinking about since she heard him.

“What?” You act clueless.

“Prince Aemond,” she clarifies. “I mean it’s not like he’s the type of person to be all affectionate. I mean he doesn’t look it.”

You scoff and carefully fiddle with your fingers. “My marriage is one made of convenience. I’m rich, his family wants my fathers money. They want to secure our money with our marriage. That’s all it is, I’m not wounded by his words, especially not the words of his brother,” you spat.

Nyra hums and steals a look at you, catching the sad frown and obvious hurt look on your face that cracked through the feigned nonchalant expression.

“And as true as that may be, love can still grow from such a sour match,” she tries to assure you. “Only if you try.”

You quickly shoot her a narrowed look and counter. “Was it not you that said that it didn’t matter if there was love or not?”

Nyra smirks and meets your gaze. “Yes, but I’ve changed my mind.” She grabs your arm and leans towards you. “I want you to make him fall madly in love with you, my lady Lannister. Show him your wits, show him that no other woman in this world compares to you…”

The corner of your lips begin to tug to a smile but you try to play off your fluster by shaking your head and hiding your face.

“Be the badass bitch I know you are,” she continues. “Show him what he is missing.” She grins. “Be the lioness that—”

“Shut up,” you giggle.

Nyra drops her head and laughs at the floor as you turn the corner of some hall. And since you had your eyes downcasted you only barely manage to catch the pair of knights walking towards you.

The moment they stop you do too and intend to walk past them, but as you glance up you notice your beloved brave knight.

“Ser Robert,” you greet with a smile.

The old knight bows his head. “My Lady,” he says and looks at your side. “Nyra.”

Said girl smiles at the man and then can’t help but drift her eyes to the side to the knight beside Ser Robert, at the same time you do.

Your look is brief at first of course, you’re focused on your friend mostly, but then when you notice how blue his eyes are contrasted to his dark hair you take a second glance.

He’s quite charming actually. Maybe as tall as Aemond by the looks of it. Striking and a strong facial structure, a perfectly cut beard decorates his face, and mustache to accompany it. There's a cockiness in the way he stands, in his serious gaze piercing into you.

Aemond has this brooding and intimidating look that attracts you even if it shouldn’t, but this man…this talk and dark haired man is eye-catching in more of a…well, who knows really. He’s just eye-catching.

“If I may ask my Lady why is it you’re all the way out here?” Ser Robert asks and pulls your attention back to him.

“Oh,” you mouth and glance around. “To admit the embarrassing truth…” you laugh softly. “We’re quite lost. If you may, could you help us back to my chambers?” You smile sweetly.

Ser Robert smiles and nods. “Of course, it actually works out quite well. I was actually on my way to you.” He points his head forward and begins guiding Nyra and you back to your chambers.

“And why is that?” You question as you fall by his side.

Ser Robert glances at you and sighs before he focuses back on his path ahead. “We’ll speak when we reach your room.”

You look over at him and hum as you grow concerned.

“So tell me,” Ser Robert chuckles breathlessly. “How did you both manage to get lost? You’re near the training yard.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and avert your gaze. “Well,” you sigh. “We walked to the gardens. After our time there we intended to return to my room, but I think we took the wrong turn.”

“It was more the Lady’s pride that got us lost,” Nyra interjects, making you peer back to glare at her.

Ser Robert shares a hearty chuckle and rather than speaking, the other knight does. “The castle is quite big,” he says with a thicker accent, in a bit of a huskier voice. “I got lost for about a month before I managed to finally find my way around.”

“How did you find your way?” You ask with a faint smile.

The knight sighs and laughs. “Uhm, I had help for a month. A guide.”

Your smile deepens. “Well without my dear husband at my side to help,” you say with a hint of smugness. “I think I might be needing one as well, I wouldn’t want to get lost and never find my way.”

The knight scoffs in amusement. “Well whenever it pleases my Lady, I would be honored to take you on a tour so you can map the castle.”

You look at him over your shoulder and offer him a sweet smile and a nod.

Silence falls over the group soon after, but anticipation for what Ser Robert needed to talk about rose higher with each you took, and the more you recognized the halls as you got closer you got to your chambers. There were many instances where you wanted to end such silence to probe, but you knew Ser Robert wouldn’t give in so easily, so pleading would be useless. You had to wait. You did for what felt like eternity.

The moment you made it in your room, you didn’t bother to ask why the second knight walked in behind Ser Robert, your eagerness to know made you forget your manners.

“So what is it?” You ask the old knight eagerly.

Ser Robert pulls a chair back and motions you to sit, you hesitantly do so and then watch him sit across from you as Nyra serves wine to the both of you.

“Ser?” You press in his dreading silence.

The knight grabs his cup of wine, but doesn’t drink, he just looks at it and then meets your gaze and sighs deeply.

“It’s,” he finally begins to speak. “It’s your father, he’s asked me to return to Casterly Rock with him when he leaves.” He swallows thickly and you go rigid and only take a long sip of wine.

But Ser Robert was meant to be appointed to you, to stay with you. Besides Nyra, he was the only piece of home you could bring with you. Now he’s leaving. Now you wouldn’t be able to see the only parental figure you really had after your mothers death.

He’s leaving….

“But,” you mutter and put your cup down to keep meeting his gaze with anger that begins to spark within you. “He said you’d stay here with me. You said you would.” You blink and swallow thickly.

Ser Robert nods slowly and his gaze softens. “I did, but your father the Lord has requested my return, I can’t fight him.”

Of course, of course. You’re nothing compared to your father, a man, a Lord.

You grip onto your cup and nod slowly as you begin to gnaw on the inside of your cheek briefly before clenching your jaw and growing stiff and serious. “What happens now? Am I meant to fend for myself? I know I’m no princess or queen to protect, but no one here is loyal to me….” Your voice breaks even if you try to show no emotion.

“You have your uncle,” Ser Robert reminds you in a lighthearted tone to try and make you smile. But you just form a scowl on your face. “His guards.” He pushes his cup aide and leans a bit forward to get closer to you. “Prince Aemond is a great swordsman, even I admit, he’ll protect you as well.”

You scoff and drop your gaze to avoid looking at his face.

“My Lady,” he calls for your attention, but you just pull your hands back and begin tapping your finger on your cup. “Y/N.”

You slowly glance up and show your gleaming eyes, the anger that disguised your sadness.

“I would’ve preferred to stay back with you, but when your father gives a command I listen, it is my job. I’m sorry,” he shares softly and sits back. “But, I leave you in great hands. Someone I trust to look out for you.” He looks past you. “Ser Erwin Reyne.”

Footsteps approach and you catch the gleam of his armor in front of you, but you’re too angry and bothered to look at him right away.

“He’ll be at your command,” Ser Robert continues to say. “I trust him, I can vouch that he is excellent with a sword.”

You let out a deep breath and slowly drag your eyes up the young knight.

“It’s my honor to be your protector, Lady Lannister. Just as my father serves yours as a loyal bannerman, I will serve you now as your faithful protector.”

Your face softens, and you offer him a partial smile and a stiff nod.

“Reyne,” you point out. “You’re from the Westerlands? From home?” You ask.

Ser Erwin nods with a partial but proud smile of his own. “Yes. I am a fifth son to Lord Reyne.”

Your smile softens, and you do feel a sense of security at the mention that he’s from near your home. “That’s comforting,” you admit.

“Maybe it will be more comforting if you come watch me compete in the tourney at the end of the week, that they’ll have in honor of your marriage to the Prince,” Ser Erwin suggests. “You’ll be able to see if I’m worthy or not to be your protector there. If not, I won't take offense if you change your mind about me.”

Right that. Huh.

You stiffen at the reminder of what’s to come and add a tightlipped smile, even if Nyra in the back was being a tease about this interaction.

“That’s right,” you say and avert your gaze. “I will see you there, hm.” You slide your hands down to your lap and spare a side glance at Ser Robert. “But if Ser Robert says he trusts you…then there is nothing for me to see, I take his word, I trust you too Ser.”

The young knight nods and his smile turns softer and grows wider. “Thank you my Lady, you honor me. Still it would bring me a sense of pleasure to see you at the tourney.”

You scoff and smirk. “It is in the honor of my marriage, so I’ll be there.” You share a quick and knowing glance with Nyra and then hide your cocky smirk by drinking wine.

When you set your cup down and return your gaze to Ser Robert, he stands up and bows his head. “We’ll talk later my Lady, I’ll leave now that I’ve shared the news.”

You nod stiffly as you keep your eyes averted, and watch Ser Erwin bow his head before he follows Ser Robert out of your room, leaving the room silent for a moment until Nyra reaches the table.

“It would be his pleasure,” Nyra mocks you with a growing smug smile. “I’m sure it would,” she giggles and grabs a cup of wine.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile.

“Now, now what would your dear husband say about the switch to a much dapper, and stronger knight?” Nyra keeps teasing.

“What would he say?” You retort. “Nothing. I'm no silver-haired woman, remember. I’m just tolerable.” You take a drink of your wine and grow serious again.

Nyra rolls her eyes at your snide but then sits back and crosses her leg over the other as a smirk tugs on her face. “We’ll see won’t we?”

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*DAYS LATER*

“Okay, Nyra,” you say as you smooth out your flowy black dress and walk out to your room. “How about this one, hm? It’s easy to take off and has both…” you trail off as you look up and catch Aemond standing in front of the door.

“Oh,” you swallow thickly from shock. “Husband,” you greet and share a quick nervous glance with Nyra.

“I’m here to escort you to the tourney,” he breaks his silence and clasps his hands behind him.

Your eyes slightly widen as you nod. “Alright, I was just debating what to wear.”

“You’ve had the entire day,” he quips, making you grow serious, and slightly furrow your eyebrows.

“And you’re not a woman,” you snap back and turn around to debate between the black dress you're wearing that’s really open in the cleavage area but accompanied with a silk golden bralette, or a more covered golden and red dress.

“You put on a suit and call it a day, people don’t turn their heads, but I am a lady, highborn at that,” you continue with confidence, even if his stance alone was a bit frightening. “They expect a lot from me.”

“Who gives a shit what people think,” Aemond interjects, and you scoff lightheartedly before you turn on your heels and meet his gaze with a pointed glare.

“I do. I am giving them what they want, and exceeding at that everytime,” you add and watch Aemond lift his head before he just hums as his eye remains pierced on you.

“Alright Nyra,” you sigh and glance at her, catching her eyes widened in surprise and her lips twitching to a smirk—“The one I have on, or the red dress?”

Nyra lets out a deep breath and opens her mouth to voice her final opinion, but Aemon interjects in that moment with his.

“The one you have on,” he says, causing your stomach to churn and your heart to skip a beat, whilst Nyras jaw drops.

You draw in a deep breath and nod stiffly. “Okay,” you breathe out. “Thank you.” You hang the other dress up and face him again. “I’m finished, we may go now.”

As you walk out of your room, you walk at Aemond’s side, and before you can get out, you share a knowing glance with Nyra that makes her depart from your side to walk the opposite way. Leaving just Aemond and you alone.

It isn’t awkward, silent but not uncomfortable, it’s just tense…with what you know he said about you, and the fact that he kept looking over at you like if he wanted to say something—or well who knows really, he’s hard to read.

“So, husband,” you break the silence. “Will you be competing at the tourney today?”

Aemond scoffs right away. “No. Tourneys are shit, I’m only attending because it’s required of me.”

You hum. “I think tourneys are quite exciting,” you share even if he didn’t ask. “Watching men’s ego break once they get beaten down is the funniest thing.” You smirk.

Aemond slowly looks over at you and then scoffs.

As you hear him, you look over at him and meet his gaze, noticing the corner of his lips upturned to a very faint smirk.

Rather than ignoring him, you can’t help but smile at him for a brief second before you look away so as to avoid feeling…everything that your heart is currently feeling. The rush of emotions that rush in your heart and mind. That’s why you choose to walk the rest of the way to the tourney in silence. Thankfully as well, you met your uncle Ser Tyland, so he filled most of the silence with nonsense you didn’t bother to care about since your mind was occupied on something else entirely.

Once the tourney started, as knights began to jouste against each other you did have a brief moment of distraction after one knight fell off his horse and began to fight the other; the knight was so wounded by the fact that he had been knocked off on the first attempt that he went to pull the other knight off his horse to begin beating him up. However, the other knight got the upper hand and beat him in combat too.

It was funny seeing the knight get so weepy and upset.

“And they say women are emotional,” you murmur under your breath with an amused smile on your face.

Aemond catches your comment and looks over at you and catches your smile over the interaction. He doesn’t say anything of course, or do anything, he just recalls your conversation and finds your smile quite amusing, whereas others would find your smile cruel because the knights were beating each other, especially more so because you’re a lady.

Nevertheless, after that match ended you began to grow worried and even more nervous for what was to come. More than before. Thankfully Nyra arrives and helps ease your current anxiety, most of it anyway.

“Ready,” she whispers.

You don’t look at her and just give her hand a gentle squeeze as you watch the current match.

And since the match is quite short and boring, it ends quickly, leaving you with your chance to take a short leave.

“I’ll return,” you announce to Aemond as you get up.

He keeps his eye on the contenders and just hums as a response while Nyra follows after you out of the audience box.

“Where is it?” You ask while you bounce on one foot as you’re taking off one shoe and walking down rows of tents.

“Ugly tan tent at the fifth row,” she says quickly and rushes you towards it.

You proceed to hurry up and struggle to pull off your other shoe. Once you reach the intended tent, Nyra shoves you in, snatches your boots to throw them aside, and begins loosening the strings on your dress so you can slip it off.

“Oh, by the bloody gods,” you complain as you run to your bag on the table to begin pulling out shiny light gold armor pieces. “I’ve never had to do this so quickly.”

Nyra rushes to your side and dumps the bag out to begin helping you put on your chainmail.

“I told you, stop this foolish activity, but no,” she grumbles. “You insist on keeping up this ruse.”

You smile down at the armor you’re putting on now and quip. “And you’re doing what exactly?”

“Helping,” she retorts. “Or else without me you’d be caught. You’d get in trouble and be shamed for the rest of your life. But this time maybe your husband would feed you to his dragon.”

You scoff softly and smile over at her. “I think that would be a pretty fun way to die,” you tease.

Nyra snaps her eyes over to you to shoot you a glare and snap back. “You better win this damned match.”

You grow serious and sigh. “Let’s hope. If I die at least I’ll be relieved from my match.”

Nyra finishes attaching the pieces of armor in record time and leaves you to put on your boots.

“Okay,” you roll out and shove your foot in. “I’m ready. Pray for me.” You get up and put on your helmet before you rush out of the tent and run to your horse.

“Hello there,” you greet the white horse as you carefully pet his neck. “Don’t worry I won’t let them hurt you.”

“You’re late, Knight,” the man with the lance and shield says.

You pull your hand away from the horse, and simply hum before you climb on your white horse and snatch the lance and shield from his hand. You then ride the horse to the field where you wait at the other end of your competitor.

“Now, Ser Moore from High Garden will compete against…the No Name Knight!” The announcer shouts to the crowd.

You roll your shoulders back and take one glance at the audience box, spotting your ever so beloved husband sitting and watching with no emotion, right by his brother who seems far more entertained. What would Aemond say if he knew you were under the light gold armor? That you were the No name Knight?

He said not to care what people think, but would he think the same if people talked about you, his wife?

Your father and step mother would be pissed to say the least. You had to wonder what he’d say? What would he do?

“…set, go!” The announcer catches you off guard.

You secure your grip around the reins, and loosen your tight grip around your lance before you encourage the horse to sprint forward, towards your competitor.

The moment your horse moves, time moves rather quickly, but for a spare second as you breathe out, time moves slowly; you drop your gaze and catch the knight shifting his shield just an inch above his abdomen that he leaves open enough for the right target.

With that in mind you tilt your lance and look back at him, noticing him tilt his lance up towards more of your neck and face region. You don’t shift your shield up however, you keep it where it is, and as the point of his lance comes near, you throw your head back and see it swing over your face as you miss getting hit.

On the other hand, you. You jab your lance into your target you had spotted and manage to knock him off his horse with one blow.

The people cheer and clap for you whilst you bring your horse to a slow pace as you reach the other end of the field. It’s hard not to rejoice in the commotion towards your victory, you usually don’t like to be excited when you compete in them at home, but there’s way more people here, it’s louder, it’s hard not to at least smile with pride as you climb off your horse.

“See,” you whisper to the horse. “You didn't get—”

“Sword!” The other knight yells and makes you stiffen.

“Ser Moore has chosen to continue in a contest of arms!” The announcer shouts.

Some worker runs up to you and hands you a borrowed sword, you take it hesitantly and slowly turn to face an angered knight storming towards you.

Usually it’s far more entertaining watching this unfold than actually being a part of it.

“Shit,” you murmur and begin to slowly meet the knight halfway.

“You fucking cunt,” the Knight sneers and swings his sword at your neck. You parry however and spin behind him.

As he begins to turn you swing your sword at his legs, making him move his shield down and leaving you with the chance to kick him down. He proceeds to curse up a storm as he falls back, letting you run up to him to point your sword at his neck so he’d yield.

Nevertheless, just as you stride over to him he pulls out his sword and swings up before you can move your shield, managing to gash your hand, ripping the strap of your shield and cutting straight through your glove and your skin.

“Fuck,” you wince and stumble back as your shield falls.

The knight pushes himself and runs up to you, he swings his sword on your face and kicks you down to the ground, making sure to quickly climb over you to try and press the side of his sword against your neck.

You however, let your sword go and grab his wrists to try and push him off. Albeit the knight is stronger and pushes down harder. He’s going to cut through your neck, but you quickly swing the tip of his own sword up to him and smack his face over and over again until he lets go and lets you kick him off you.

Even if your hand hurts and blood begins to trickle down the gash on your palm, you turn and push yourself off the ground to swipe your sword off the ground, and then snatch his in the process to walk over to him with heavy pants and trap his neck with both swords.

“I,” he hesitates, “I yield!”

The crowd booms with excitement and you scoff softly under your helmet before throwing the swords aside and striding off with pride. You don’t even bother to look over at Aemond, you know he’d still be bored, you just walk back to the end you had ran through and collect your bag of money before returning to your tent with no words ever spoken to anyone.

“I saw,” Nyra says as you barge into the tent. “Congratulations.”

You pull your helmet off and smile at her before you hand the bag of money to her for her to keep. Like all the other times. “Here.”

Her eyes linger on you and she doesn’t fight against you anymore. She’s done so many other times, but she knew you wouldn't keep it, you already had so much money that you didn’t know what to do with, you had no need for pocket money as Nyra calls it.

“The bastard cut me,” you sneer as you pull off your armor in a hurry.

Nyra rushes over to you to help you undress and pulls your hand towards her. “We’ll stitch it once we return to the room, for now I’ll just wrap it.”

You nod in agreement. “That’s what I was thinking too,” you say between pants. “I’ll tell him, I cut myself—”

“He won’t notice,” Nyra blurts.

You meet her gaze and can’t help but agree. As harsh as her comment sounded. “Right.” You focus back on removing your armor.

Since it’s two of you working at the same time, and you’ve done this multiple times, you take off your armor quickly and remove your chainmail even quicker to then slip back in your dress.

Before you can return though, Nyra wraps your cut tightly so the wound would stop bleeding. “Just hide it and you’ll be okay. Don’t move it too much.”

You nod as you plop the sweat off your face. “I know,” you assure her.

Nyra ties the wrap and you finish at the same time, so you then rush back to the audience box. And Aemond as expected doesn’t bother to ask questions or even look over at you.

“What did I miss?” You ask him as you grab your cup of water.

Aemond scoffs. “Nothing worth mentioning,” he mutters and steals a glance at you without you noticing as you focus on the next contender in shiny golden armor riding towards the audience box.

“Lady y/n Lannister!” The golden knight exclaims, making you sit up straight and lean forward, whilst Aemond shifts up and watches closer.

The knight takes off his helmet and reveals himself to be Ser Erwin Reyne.

“I would humbly ask for your favor.”

The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile as you reach for a flower crown laying on your side. Yet, as you reach over you feel a sharp pain from your wounded hand, and have to quickly pull your hand away to hide it in between the ruffles of your dress before you walk to the edge to throw the flowers on his lance. “I wish you good fortune, Ser Erwin.”

The Golden Knight offers you a charming smile and bows his head. “Thank you, my Lady, I hope today's match eases your doubt.”

You beam at him and return to your spot to watch with more curiosity than you had for any other match. While Aemond clenches his jaw and narrows his eye on Ser Erwin after sharing a brief look with his brother.

“Who is that?” Aegon asks as he leans over his brother to question you.

You briefly glance at him so as to not miss the match.

“A knight from the Westerlands. My new appointed knight.”

Aegon shares a taunting smirk with his brother, and Aemond just ignores him but keeps his eye pierced on Ser Erwin as the match starts.

Unlike with your match, Ser Erwin urges his brown horse forward towards his competitor and they both miss, making them both turn for another round.

Your heart races with excitement, and you have to lift your head to watch more intently.

Now Ser Erwin fixes his grip on his lance and drops his shoulders before making his horse sprint forward again. This time he shifts his lance up a few inches and as he’s about to pass the other knight he lunges his lance forward.

The force of his jab is so strong that the point rams through the knight's throat, knocking him immediately off his horse and taking Ser Erwin’s lance with him as his limp body falls on the ground.

The crowd cheers and claps for Ser Erwin’s victory, and you grin and push yourself off your seat to clap once, but end up wincing and hiding your reaction by shifting your hand to clap lightly on the upper level of your hand.

You think no one notices your quick reaction to your pain, and no one does, no one except for Aemond. He catches the sound of your quiet complaint and immediately notices the bandage wrapped around your hand that wasn’t there before. Not when they first got here, nor when he was in your room.

It could’ve been done when you were away for that long period of time, but he then remembers The No Name knight that fought when you were gone and recalls how they got their palm cut on the same hand your bandage was.

You weren’t sweaty, or dirty, and now that’s thinking about it more thoroughly, your handmaiden wasn’t with you at the start, she came during the middle of the match and you left soon after she got here. You came back and she wasn’t with you again, and one thing he’s definitely noticed since you got here is that you were both inseparable.

Couldn’t be a coincidence.

Hm.

He’s intrigued now more than you know.

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Hello! Hooe your having a nice day! So please hear me out! Can i request for Mikey, draken, mitsuya,nahoya, ran,rindou,hanma,and baji with a sweet s/o but have a brutal threat to someone with sweet smile and said " were enjoying our day... Can you please kindly fuck off before i lose my cool and chop your dick/rip your ovary? " when someone interrupt them in date by flirting with either of you

Gotta get some jealous vibes on this blog one way! I love this idea! I hope you don't mind that I edited the line a little for each scenario so I don't end up writing the exact same dialogue over and over again

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

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Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Ran, Rindo, Hanma, Baji on a date that gets interrupted

TW: mentions of threats, language, jealousy, cringe-y insults that authour has made up based around the prompt :)

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Mikey

It had all started off as a normal date between the two of you. Mikey had insisted that you both visit this new dessert cafe that had opened up not that long ago in Shibuya. He had been saving it as a date idea and resisted the urge to demand Draken to take him. It was torture for the sweet-tooth but it would be worth it when you both could experience it together.

You were as equally as excited as your boyfriend. It had been months since you were both able to just go on a date alone. After all, every other time someone who always show up and it would quickly devolve into a hang out session. Today though, Mikey had made sure to express how this time was just between you and anyone who dared interrupt will be dealt with. Sounds threatening but it mainly meant they would have to make it up to the two of you by buying bag loads of desserts for a week. Childish but effective.

It wasn't long until you were both seated at a table, one that was directly by the window. You couldn't believe how perfect this place was! The tables held a menu that was shaped as a crepe and even the napkins that were available had desserts printed along the surface. It was just so cute!

Nothing could do anything to ruin this date for you. You both ordered your favourite desserts (Mikey had to order something other than dorayaki and so simply ordered ice cream) and were now just waiting for the order to be brought over. All was well in the cafe.

That was until a girl around your age had approached the table. At first, you thought she might know Mikey or was maybe one of Emma's friends who simply wanted to say hi. However, that was quickly thrown out when she began to flirt with your boyfriend, twirling a strand of light brown hair around her finger. You simply watched, anger bubbling dangerously in your chest and you had to keep yourself from beating her ass. She must know you were there, after all, you were right beside her.

"Can you please stop flirting with my boyfriend?" You forced a dangerously sweet smile on your face. "We are enjoying our date. So please kindly fuck off before I rip your ovaries from your body," your tone didn't match your words. Every word was dripping in honey yet your eyes screamed 'murder'.

Mikey couldn't hold back his grin from how you threatened the girl. He knew you could be intimidating but this threat was something that amused him immensely. Rip her ovaries out? Over simply trying to flirt with him? Well, he sure couldn't get any more smug. You loved him that much, huh?

"Wow Y/N, never knew you could be so intimidating," the blond joked, amusement glinting in his dark irises. You simply blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but mainly proud of yourself.

The two of you continued on with your date as the waiter brought your desserts to the table. You couldn't have asked for a better day with your Mikey.

Draken

Draken had suggested that you both go to the beach for the day since the weather was so warm. You had packed a picnic for the two of you, wearing cute swimwear underneath a f/c t-shirt and shorts. Slipping on a pair of sandals, Ken had arrived not too long after and you were both off on your way to your destination.

You had both found the perfect spot and set up the towels. Draken simply threw his shirt off as he was already wearing his swim shorts, while you began to strip yourself of the outerwear. Your boyfriend couldn't stop staring once he realised how good you looked in the swimwear.

However, he wasn't the only one to notice and in fact, a group of boys had taken notice and were ogling at your now exposed figure. Draken nor yourself noticed and continued to enjoy your time together. After all, this was quite rare nowadays since Mikey would take up a lot of the blond's time. You didn't mind, it just made days like this extra special and much more enjoyable.

Ken had offered to grab the two of you drinks from the beach stall not too far from where you were situated. You were appreciative for the offer and asked your boyfriend to grab you your favourite cold beverage. He agreed before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, standing up to complete the errand.

It hadn't even been two minutes since the tall blond had left your side before one of the boys had approached you. If it wasn't for the cocky attitude that practically oozed out of him, you would have waved him off with a smile and an apology. In fact, you had tried. He just seemed to be incapable of taking no as an answer or accepting that you were with Draken and that's who you were going to remain with.

Speaking of Draken, he was beginning his way back to where you were, cold beverages in his hands. Everything seemed fine until he noticed the boy trying his hardest to flirt with his partner. No. He wasn't going to have that. And so your boyfriend began his march over to the towel, ready to smash his fists into this idiot's face once he had handed you your drink. However, as he got close enough, his anger and jealousy dissolved into pure amusement.

"Right, this obviously isn't getting through your stupidly thick skull," a heavy sigh indicated how annoyed you had become. "I am enjoying my date with my boyfriend and I really don't need you ruining it. Now, kindly fuck off back to wherever you crawled out from before I chop your dick off and ram it down your throat!" The smile that accompanied your words was too sweet for the threat. It was as if two personalities were clashing together in this one moment.

The boy, now scared for his own safety, was quick to scurry back to his friends. Draken watched before taking his rightful place at your side once again. Cold beverage now handed to you, he opened his own before taking a large mouthful. It cooled him down instantly and a breath of relief was released.

"So... About you threatening that boy..." Draken couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as your face instantly burned a bright pink. He was going to enjoy teasing you about this.

Mitsuya

The two of you were hanging out at the park with Luna and Mana. Takashi had invited you with him since the girls were asking about playing with you again. Ever since you both started dating, you had grown close to the two small girls, almost acting like an older sibling in some ways.

Luna and Mana were playing on the play equipment while you and Takashi were relaxing on a nearby bench, keeping an eye on the two young children. An arm around your shoulder as the two of you conversed about your weeks. You had a simple week so far; school and homework, while Mitsuya spoke about his Home Ec Club and the basics of his Toman life.

The date couldn't have been going any better, in your opinion. You were spending much needed time to unwind and be around the sweetest boy you knew. There was very little that could ruin this date, right? Well, Takashi had left the bench to make sure his sisters were entertained and safe. You had told the boy that you would watch over his jacket and bag, a soft smile directed in his direction before he went onto the playground.

Moments later and Takashi looked over towards where he had left you with his belongings. He was expecting to see you maybe scrolling through your phone or even looking over to watch the siblings. However, the sight that greeted him caused his blood to boil slightly and his jaw to clench. Some random boy had decided to begin flirting with you and it looked like you were quickly getting fed up with the advances. Telling Luna and Mana that he was going to check on you, he began to make his way back to you.

"C'mon beautiful! Just give me a chance!" Even his voice was starting to grate on Mitsuya's nerves. If he carried on, Takashi would not hesitate to teach him a lesson, even if it went against his more peaceful ways.

"Listen. For one, I don't know you nor do I wish to get to know you. Another thing, I have a boyfriend and we are currently on a date so he should be back soon. Finally, please fuck off before I rip off your nuts and use them to feed the damn squirrels!" You smiled softly at the boy, your eyes glinting with actual intent on carrying through with the threat. That was enough to scare the boy and for Mitsuya to chuckle to himself.

He understood how vicious you could get when you used your words. It was what had first got him to notice you after all. Internally, he was still seething at how the boy had tried to take what was his, but outwardly, the lilac-haired male gave you a soft smile and sat back down next to you.

Nahoya

Of course the two of you would be hanging out at the arcade. After all, you were both competitive and would settle disagreements with games. The current disagreement had came to be settled with a game of House of the Dead, a zombie shooting game. You would both take a turn and then whoever had gotten the furthest into the game would win this argument. Sure it was costing you more than if you were playing casually but this was your pride on the line here.

Currently, you were winning and Nahoya was refusing to back down. It got to the point where Smiley had dragged you away from the House of the Dead machine and decided this disagreement would be decided through the basketball hoop games. After all, he was much better at this than the shooting games. You just agreed, now enjoying the time you both were spending together as well as how desperate your boyfriend was becoming.

This had quickly evolved into a date, no matter how much Nahoya was insisting it was to settle the disagreement. In fact, he was enjoying himself and kept dragging you from one game to another. At this point, neither of you could remember the initial disagreement that started your trip to the arcade.

Collecting armfuls of tickets, your boyfriend had suggested you both head over to the prize counter to cash them in for a prize that you both could enjoy. And so you made your way to the counter where a girl a little older than you was stationed, looking bored out of her mind. That was until she had caught sight of Smiley. In an instant, she had gone from bored to cheerful and more than happy to help.

Nahoya had allowed you to choose the prize since, although he hated to admit it, the majority of the tickets were yours. However, your answer on what prize you wanted had fallen on deaf ears. In fact, this girl seemed too busy ogling at your boyfriend and trying to appear as appealing as she could. Not that Nahoya noticed.

You tried one more time only to be met with the same result. Part of you wanted to beat this girl's face yet the other part found yourself proud that you had been the one to get someone as desirable as Smiley. However, this was quickly dissolving into jealous anger as she reached across and 'accidentally' brushed against Nahoya's hand as she took the tickets he held. "Oops, sorry~!" Her voice was getting on your nerves along with those flirtatious giggles and glances.

"If you wish to keep your arms and ovaries where they belong, I recommend you stop flirting with my boyfriend and get the damn prize I have asked for twice. Please and thank you!"

Smiley was surprised at your actions. You never usually get so jealous. He noticed how you smiled at the girl, almost gritting your teeth behind the barrier of your closed lips. Nahoya couldn't help but find it so cute and savoured the moment. He was definitely going to be bragging to the boys later on about how badass you seemed right then.

The girl clicked her tongue before going off to collect what you had asked for. She must have been salty over the fact she couldn't continue to flaunt off her assets to Nahoya. What she didn't know though was that she was simply saving herself from your wrath. After all, you were not past dragging her outside to defend what was rightfully yours if she kept testing her luck.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, babe!" Smiley joked, his usual grin growing. You simply rolled your eyes while agreeing with the peach-haired Kawata.

It wasn't long until you had your prize choice in your possession and the two of you continued what had quickly become a date. That meant a bike ride around Shibuya, heading to the local ramen shop that Smiley loved, and then back to either his or your house to watch a movie.

Ran

You would follow your boyfriend anywhere when you could spare the time. Currently, you were clinging to the taller Haitani's arm while Rindo was talking to his elder brother about some gang business. Although you were always around, you never did get involved in their conversation. After all, Ran had told you were too innocent and sweet to get involved in such a violent life. He did everything he could to protect you from his lifestyle.

Due to how intimidating Ran could look and act, you really didn't have to worry about girls trying to flirt with him, and guys knew who he was so there was no way they would risk it. And so you had no reason to be jealous. Ran however, he was constantly on edge in case someone decided to try and steal you away from him. But then he would remember that no-one would dare mess with the Haitani brothers and everything would be fine again.

"Babe? I just need to nip into the convenience store real quick." You pointed over to where the closest one was situated, remembering how you needed some odd bits of things. Your boyfriend simply nodded in acknowledgement, placed a quick peck on the top of your head before continuing his conversation with Rindo. Smiling over the affection, you quickly made your way to your destination. The quicker you got there, the sooner you could be back with Ran after all.

It was a pretty normal trip for you. You had collected all the items you needed, paid for them and started your way back to where your boyfriend and his brother were probably still waiting. Maybe they had finished the gang discussions and you could join in with whatever the next topic was! You sure hoped so since it was starting to get you down not being able to contribute to the conversation. It was as you stepped back onto the street that a boy had stopped you, a nervous yet confident look in his eyes.

Ran would occasionally shift his gaze from his younger brother towards the store you had entered. It was his way of making sure you were safe. After all, there were a lot of people in Roppongi that disliked the Haitani brothers due to their position. Anyone could decide to take out their grudge against him on you and he would not be having that.

It was one of the times when he glanced up that he had noticed the boy talking to you. Your facial expression was telling him that you were quickly losing patience and that something must be happening. Ran interrupted Rindo mid-sentence before trying to casually make his way over. After all, it could be nothing and he wasn't the one to jump to conclusions about a situation. However, he had a hard time keeping his anger in check once he heard the boy's flirting. It was just too bad the rod was left at home.

"You're either deaf or really stupid. I have said that I need to get back to my boyfriend. Now please, fuck off before I chop your dick off and turn your balls into fuckin' earrings," your expression was really sweet when you had uttered the threat. Your lips were curled into a soft smile while your eyes had shut to hide the murderous aura that would surely be seen within them. Maybe Ran was rubbing off on you too much. After all, you used to be such a sweet person who was unable to say boo to a goose. Now you were making threats that even had your boyfriend nervous.

The boy was quick to follow your advice, walking as fast as he could away from the area. You let out a deep sigh before moving your gaze to where Ran and Rindo would be situated. Instead, you were surprised to find the taller Haitani frozen in place not far from you.

"Hey baby! I got my things!" The hand carrying the bag lifted to display the items. Ran snapped out of this daze before giving you a soft smile. He would have to tell Rindo to not piss you off.

Rindo

Nobody would believe you but Rindo loved taking you to cafes that he would come across when he and his brother wandered the streets of Roppongi. It was more to make you happy but he really enjoyed these outings. He could spoil you with your favourite drink and dessert while it was a quiet space for you both to talk about your days. It was one of the only places where Rindo could get away from all the gang business. Here he was just Rindo Haitani, your boyfriend.

You both arrived at one of your favourite cafes, ready to start the first half of your date. Rindo had planned the day so you were unsure on what would occur but that just made it more exciting! Taking your usual table at the back, Rindo couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you scan the menu. He knew you would pick the same thing every time you visited and yet it was almost a ritual you had developed. Sit at the table, scan the menu, decide to have the same thing. He found this adorable and enjoyed the predictability of the situation. Made him feel like a normal middle-schooler for once.

It wasn't long until the waitress had come over to take your orders. You noticed how she must have been new since you had never seen her working here before. At least she wouldn't judge that you ordered the same thing, you thought. The exchange was starting well, she had taken your order with very little hassle which you appreciated. However, it turned sour when she turned her attention to your boyfriend. It was as if a switch was flicked within the waitress as she began to get a little too comfortable around the blond.

Small arm touches when pointing at something on the menu, leaning over so her cleavage was more pronounced, the flirty heart eyes and giggles. All of it was beginning to irk you. Surely she could discern for herself that this was a date. You really couldn't believe the nerve the girl had in doing what she was doing while you sat across from the scene. Thankfully, she had finally taken the order and went to grab the drinks and desserts.

"You OK babe?" Rindo noticed how your usual smile was tense and more forced in its appearance. It was concerning him since you were fine a moment ago. This poor boy didn't realise how much the waitress was flirting, if he even registered that there was flirting. It's not his fault really. He just hardly gets attention when they could simply flirt with his brother.

You didn't answer, just relaxed a little bit. You couldn't get mad at the blond in front of you. After all, he was clueless when it came to girls liking him. Really, you should have kept that in mind considering how long it took for you both to get together due to his obliviousness to that. Slowly your usual smile was reappearing and Rindo felt like he could relax again himself. That was until the waitress came back over.

"Here's your order, handsome! And a little something extra~!" The girl winked as she placed your boyfriend's drink and dessert in front of him. You had caught sight of a slip of paper and what appeared to be a lipstick kiss staining the surface. Oh hell no. This was not on. It was hurting your face by trying to maintain the sweet expression.

"Excuse me but can you not flirt with my boyfriend while I am sat right here?" Keep up the smile Y/N. "After all, we are on a date and before you decided to act like a desperate hooker, we were actually enjoying ourselves. So now that we have our order, can you please fuck off before I decide to rearrange your face and make it so you can't have children?"

Rindo's eyes were as wide as the plates that held the desserts. He didn't really know what to think at that moment. What had happened to his sweet Y/N? Where did you learn to threaten someone? What he wasn't realising was that he was rubbing off on you after all this time you spent together.

The waitress simply glared at you before storming off back to the counter. She must have seen just how serious you were being even though your face had remained as sweet as sugar throughout it. You were proud of yourself and turned your attention from the girl towards your dessert and drink. In excitement, you grabbed at the spoon and scooped some of the sweet dessert into your mouth like a small child would with ice cream. A happy hum left your body as you enjoyed your treat.

"You're scary, you know that right babe?"

"I'm just protecting what's mine, Rin."

Hanma

Hanma enjoyed having you around him most of the time. He loved how you made his days more fun, especially when it came to how jealous you would get. In fact, he thought it was probably one of the most amusing sights he had been blessed with. You were so sweet usually that it was a huge surprise to others when you got jealous.

That day, the lanky male had decided to take you to the amusement park, thinking it was the best way to spend his time away from Kisaki. It was also a good way to get you to cling to him as you were always nervous when it came to certain rides like the Ferris Wheel. You could handle rollercoasters and other rides, but once you were sat on the rickety bench of the Ferris Wheel, you would have to cling onto your boyfriend's arm in fear of falling out.

Just like most of the others, it was rare for you to get some alone time with Shuji anymore. After all, if he wasn't busy with Kisaki, he was busy with something else. But you knew he would show up at your bedroom window most nights to just say hi and get a kiss before he left again. It wasn't an ideal relationship but it worked for you two.

So when Hanma had text you about the date, you were quick to get yourself ready. You made sure that your outfit was super cute and dolled yourself up a little. Hanma would no doubt tease you about how much effort you put in for him but you knew he secretly loved it. You were his girl after all and he was a lucky man to have you on his arm.

The journey from your house to the amusement park was a pretty uneventful one. Hanma had picked you up on his bike but had decided he would follow the rules of the road. As unpredictable as ever. He parked up his bike and you both went to buy your tickets to start the date properly.

The day was spent like any other amusement park date people went on. You rode the rollercoasters and ate your fair share of snacks that you knew weren't good for you. Everything was perfect. Well, if you excluded having to hold Hanma back from beating up a boy that had tried flirting with you. That took some doing since an angry Hanma is a strong Hanma.

It was as the sun was starting to set that the incident occurred. A girl with long blond hair had decided that she would try her luck in getting THE Shuji Hanma. All while you were standing there, cuddling into his arm. At first, you tried being polite by making your presence known. If she knew he was already taken then she should lose interest and move on with her day. What wishful thinking, eh? Instead, it seemed to spur her on more, even commenting on how Shuji deserved a 'real woman' not a 'child'. That was the last straw.

"I don't know whether you are blind, stupid or have a fuckin death wish at this point." You let go of Hanma's arm and stepped towards the annoyance. "But as you could clearly see, Hanma is taken. Now, unless you want me to put you six feet under, I suggest you fuck off and leave my boyfriend alone."

Maybe it was the sweet smile that accompanied the threat but the girl was scared. You were obviously crazy, she thought as she rushed back over to her group of friends. She was probably lucky to only get off with the verbal threat. If she hadn't have left, you would have caused a lot of injuries to her. After all, you had to be strong enough to do that when Hanma was your boyfriend.

Speaking of Hanma, he had watched the whole exchange with an amused smirk on his face. This threat was tame compared to the others he had heard leave your mouth before. However, he was disappointed that the other girl ran off. He was hoping to see you make that threat a reality until he would have to stop you. However, he still got to see that cute angry pout that would always show up when you had calmed down.

"If only she had stuck around. Could have had some fun."

"Shut up beanpole."

Baji

Baji was the one who would mainly get jealous. After all, you were gorgeous and he felt he didn't deserve you. So when anyone paid a little too much attention to you than what he felt comfortable with, he would get annoyed and have to stop himself from getting violent.

You both had decided to hang out just the two of you for once. Chifuyu was busy working at the pet store after all so you could count that day as a date. Baji had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you wandered the streets of Shibuya, entering stores that caught your attention.

The date was going well. Considering you both would usually have Chifuyu, and more recently Takemichi, joining you, it was nice to just have some time to be a couple without worrying about making the younger blonds feel like third and fourth wheels. That meant you couldn't really enjoy innocent physical contact like this without feeling guilty. So this was rare and you were enjoying it a lot.

"Hey sweetie, you want to go get some Peyoung Yakisoba?" Baji asked, starting to direct you towards the usual spot you would get the delicious dish. You weren't sure why he asked considering he knew the answer would be yes. So with a giggle, you snuggled into the boy's side with a grin.

Baji felt his heart skip about 10 beats at the sight. You were honestly too cute for him and moments like this proved it.

The walk was only a few minutes but you remained glued to the boy's side the entire way. It was your favourite spot to be. Baji had offered to go and order the noodles while you wait outside, something that you reluctantly agreed to. You only agreed since the noodle shop was so small that you couldn't realistically stick by your boyfriend. And so you sat on the bench not too far from the door.

Baji wanted to be quick, not entirely comfortable with you sitting alone. Usually Chifuyu would keep you company and that kept the boy calm but since he wasn't here, you were forced to be alone. And that didn't sit right with the 1st Division Captain.

You kept yourself entertained by scrolling through your phone but that was short-lived as a boy a little older than you turned up. Placing a smile on your face, you decided to hear out what the boy might want. After all, it could be as innocent of a request as asking for directions. However, you were a bit too naive in that regard.

Your boyfriend exited the building, the noodles in hand, when he saw the boy flirting with you. Anger bubbled almost instantly within his chest and he was about to march over and pummel this idiot into the ground. It was only what you said next that had him stop in his war path.

"As I have said about 14 times now, I have a loving boyfriend and if you think I'm going to leaving him for a limp dick like you, you're delusional. Now, fuck off before I chop your shrimp dick off and offer it to the restaurant to use in one of their dishes. Although there wouldn't be enough to use in even a kiddie's portion." You delivered the threat with your usual smile yet Baji could see that your eyes were sending daggers the boy's way.

Baji couldn't be more proud of you for how you threatened that idiot. It amused him so much that he couldn't prevent the laughter that erupted from him. The boy who had previously seemed filled with confidence, was now running off in fear that you would follow through with the threat. You just glanced over at your amazing boyfriend with a grin on your features.

"C'mon babe, we're heading home. I'm so proud of how you handled that though." Baji calmed his laughter before placing a kiss to your forehead. Arm wrapped around you, the two of you headed towards the apartment building Baji lived in.

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"I told you, I told you there would be no bear or blond wolf from the Gods!" Egil's words carried with incessant smugness. His decided to accompany Loki and Thorin into the woods, completely convinced that there wouldn't be a bear-taming marvel. And when there was no such sight, his self-satisfied laughter echoed through the air. It only met an abrupt end when the sparring session commenced. The forest became their training ground and Egil was initially intent on adhering to the unspoken rules.

Until a harsh fist collides with his brother and Egil witnesses the realization on Loki's expression. It reminds him that he is, indeed, angry. And with that acknowledgment, anger fuels everything he does. Every movement, every strike of the blade carries the weight of his simmering resentment. Egil's onslaught is suddenly flowing seamlessly with each strike and tussle. A deep seated jealousy aimed solely at Loki, and for the things he learned about his brother and Esje. During the clash of his emotions, Egil lets out a triumphant shout when he cuts through Loki's flesh, reveling in the blood even as his brother throws him backwards violently. His back hits against the thick trunk of a tree, unable to laugh as he hears Loki's words. "Of course I'm angry! And I don't believe for one second you don't already know why!" Egil yells, having to quickly launch away from the tree before his brother flies at him with a returned strike. "You knew I loved her!" he shouts passionately and his voice laden with hurt.

"I never thought my own brother would betray me like this." Egil's voice carries louder then, as the two of them descend into another struggle but it's no longer brotherly bonding. The clatter of clashing metal rings out into the air, Egil mustering all his strength to tussle against Loki. "Say you're sorry and I might forgive you, if I don't kill you first!" he declares, taking another brutal swing of his blade, unashamedly aiming for his brother's head. He's uncaring that Thorin is a spectator during all of this but is certain the older brother will only start placing bets on who would survive. @secrettyrant

@waterfallswords loki, thorin and egil - the woods, jan 22nd

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Well, there's no bear. Nor is there a powerful blond wolf, said to be sent by the Gods to command the beast. Loki finds himself questioning why he listened to Thorin's lavish tales, following into the woods with Egil at his side and eager to witness the promised vision. In a huff of disappointment, the two younger wolves spontaneously embark on an impromptu training session. The clash of metal resounds through the frost-kissed air. But, a realization dawns quickly on Loki. The exchange of hits suddenly reminds him of the abrupt punches Egil landed on him when they reunited.

Gradually, what begins as a training session swiftly evolves into confrontation, Loki sensing as Egil's anger simmers with each passing moment. The transition from practice to genuine strife blurs the line between brotherly sparring and raw animosity. Thorin, seemingly oblivious to the shifting dynamics, as it's impossible to tell the difference between the brutality. But, Loki knows. He can feel it. It doesn't help that he continues to laugh during the clash of blades or as he grapples with Egil.

And in the struggle, his brother's blade now finds it's way through his flesh. Slicing open skin across his forearm with such a precise movement that Loki yells out in anger and revelation, throwing Egil boisterously from him. "I knew it!" he proclaims, his laughter now laced with his own frustration. "You are angry at me." he accuses his brother in surprise and amusement. "What have I done now? The least you could do is enlighten me, Egil!" he studies his already healing wound, flicking his arm as if it will ease the pain while his other hand twirls his blade and he lunges towards his brother in a manic rush. "You were angry when we met, weren't you?" Loki's voice lifts into a shout, an attempt to strike the blade in retaliation. "You sneaky bastard!"

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The Adults are Talking (Tenet) Neil x Reader

A/N: HEY GUYS!!! HERE IS THE SMUT!!! This is my first time writing smut in a long time, so I’m sorry if it’s awkward ahhh!!! It’s 3:30 over here on the East Coast of the US, so I’m going to BEDDDD!!!! Enjoy!

Summary: (dom!)Neil teaches you a lesson for being forgetful and late, and it’s the type of lesson you're sure to never forget. 

Warnings: SMUT, SO MUCH SMUT. Overstimulation, lot’s of cursing, minor violence, and a very dominant Neil, so this is very much 18+, read at your own risk...

Word Count: 3,747

I’m so fucking late, You think to yourself. 

Nervousness swells in your gut as your black boots press harshly into green grass below your feet. Your eyes search the crowd around you as shoulders hurriedly crash into your chest. No one apologizes, they just keep moving as they try to get a better view of what lies at the front of the crowd. 

You were 10 minutes late for a training session with the new recruits. You knew that Neil would most likely tease you endlessly for it. You were late because of him, after all. 

You and Neil had been secretly together for quite sometime, which meant extensive sneaking around, just like a couple of teenagers. Usually you would go to his room while everyone was still eating dinner in the cafeteria, spend some time together, and then head back into your room to go to sleep. No one saw a thing. No questions were asked. 

But this time was different. This time, you let yourself fall asleep in his arms. 

I’m an idiot, You think to yourself as you push a hand through your dampened hair. Neil decided to steal the keys to your room and run into the shower ahead of you as a playful punishment for your forgetfulness. 

“I don’t know what to say, but I’m disappointed, (Y/N)!” Neil sarcastically sings through the other side of the bathroom door. 

You rush over to the door, and knock a few times. “Come on Neil, let me in, or at least give me my keys so I can shower in my room!” You can’t help but smile, despite the fact that you were definitely going to be late. 

“No, I’m teaching you a lesson here,” Neil pauses, “And then after the training session, I’ll teach you another.” You feel your cheeks flush with redness. 

Your heart somersaults in your chest at the thought of the other lesson Neil had planned.

You look around, forcing yourself to focus. You can easily tell that you stick out like a sore thumb amongst the new recruits. You look far too polished and put together to be new. You’re too…sophisticated. Your black, faux leather dress pants and tight black turtleneck clash against the beige and green bodies spread across the open field. Still, despite your appearance, you get the feeling that you’re a freshman being judged by the older kids, when in reality it should be the other way around. You shake the feeling off, remembering that you have nothing to prove. 

While you weren’t recruited to Tenet too long ago, you were granted extremely high clearance almost immediately. TP saw something special in you from the very second he met you. You were skilled in hand to hand combat, and you could shoot a gun better than anyone, better than Ives, better than Neil, even better than TP.  After all, you were a high level CIA operative before you were recruited to join Tenet. Your training goes back years. 

“(Y/N)!” You hear a familiar voice call out from the near distance. You stand on your tippy toes, searching for the dirty blonde head that matched the voice. 

Out of the corner of your eye you spot two slender, toned arms waving erratically at the front of the crowd. He smirks, and waves even faster as he realizes that you’ve found him. You push through the recruits as you get closer to the front. 

All of a sudden, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the sea of people. 

“Took you long enough,” Neil says, a cocky grin spread across his face. Your heart thumps in your chest. His long fingers are still wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you closer to him, and brings his lips to your right ear, “Try to be faster next time, love, and maybe I’ll go easier on you.” 

You feel your face redden with heat. He lets you go, but you’re all shaken up now. You almost wish he held on. A shiver travels down your spine. Your mind is too foggy with thoughts of Neil to recognize that Ives had already started talking. 

You clear your throat, still focused on what Neil had just said. “G-go easier on me?” 

With the blink of an eye, Neil grabs your waist, and pins you down to the ground. He presses his right hand into the center of your chest. He pulls a knife from his back left pocket and points it in the direction of your throat. The recruits rowdily cheer Neil on. He smirks, basking in the attention. You can’t even imagine how red your face is now. 

“And at this point,” Ives pauses as a slight smile tugs at his lips. He looks down to you, “We can see that Neil has the advantage. It’s safe to say that (Y/N) would be dead if she were the enemy.” Neil puts the knife back into his pocket, and stands up.

He extends a hand out to you, and you grab it, grateful for the assistance. That is, until he twists your arm, turning you to face the crowd. His right arm pulls your back into his chest. Your hips brush against his. He pulls you even closer so that you’re glued against him. You’re stuck; there’s nowhere to go. He takes his knife out of his pocket and brings it to your neck again. 

You swear that you can feel him pushing his crotch against your lower half. 

“Are you alright, darling,” He mumbles against the skin of your neck. You can feel his gaze land on your face. You swallow harshly and nod. “Good,” Neil says in response. “I wouldn’t want you too beat up, especially for later.” 

Later? You think to yourself as you ignore Ives’s description of Neil’s move. “What’s happening later?” You whisper back to him. 

He lets you go and gives you a smug look that reads, You should know already, love. 

You breathe in sharply as your mind races with thoughts of Neil. Now wasn’t the time for this. You were embarrassing yourself in front of the new recruits. They were going to think you were weak. 

You tilt your head side to side, cracking your neck slightly. You roll your shoulders back and get into your fighting stance. You’re ready this time. You tune everything out and focus on Neil’s movements. He flashes a smile your way but you know he’s trying to distract you. The recruits’ cheers quiet down a bit as their interest piques. 

“You’re so unbelievably cocky, Neil. It’ll be the death of you,” You playfully remark. Neil furrows his brows and squints his eyes. He takes a single step towards you and you take a single step back. 

Neil chuckles, “What? You’re too scared to get any closer to me?” You can tell Neil’s guard is down. You’ve got him right where you want him.

The left corner of your mouth turns up slightly. You rush towards him, stepping onto your left foot and round housing Neil on the right side of his stomach. He buckles over. You feel a twinge of guilt before you take another step, sliding down to the ground, and kicking your legs into Neil’s ankles in a circular motion from left to right. You sweep him off his feet and he falls to the ground. You stand back up and look down at him. 

“Now that’s what I call a comeback!” Ives shouts. The new recruits roar in excitement. You reach out your right hand to Neil and he takes it. He gets back on his feet and brushes off the dirt from his navy blue dress shirt.

Neil shakes his head in defeat. “Yeah, I guess she got me back,” He says taking a step towards you. He lowers his voice and says something that’s clearly only meant for you to hear, 

“But I’ll get you back later.” 

Later, the word repeats itself over and over in your head. 

“Alright everyone! We’ll reconvene after lunch!” Ives yells, and the recruits make their way back into the boxy white building that houses the Tenet headquarters. 

Neil and Ives walk a few feet away from you and begin to chat. Ives briefly looks concerned, but Neil waves his hand, appearing to reassure him about something you’re not supposed to hear. Ives shakes his head as the concerned look falls back upon his face. He breaks his stare from Neil and looks towards you. 

You take that as your cue to walk over. “I kicked your ass there, didn’t I?” You say jokingly, nudging into Neil’s side with your elbow. 

Neil sighs and moves his head to turn towards you. “The adults are talking, (Y/N), pipe down love.” The sense of elitism in Neil’s words are carried through an ever so dominant tone. You know he’s teasing you, but you can also tell he’s trying to get under you skin. 

Ives chuckles, “The ‘adults’? Neil, since when have you proved to me that you’re an adult?” You can’t help laugh at Ives’s dig at Neil. Ives’s laughing continues as turns away from you and Neil and follows closely behind the recruits. 

You take a step forwards to walk behind Ives, expecting Neil to come along as well, but he doesn’t. He grabs your upper arm and pulls you towards him. 

“Thought you could get away?” He stares into your eyes. “You didn’t forget about what I said earlier, did you?” He questions, his grip growing tighter around your arm. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as you think of some sort of response. “I-I-,” But you’re speechless. 

Neil’s eyes pierce through your soul and he parts his lips, “I believe I told you that I’d be teaching you a lesson, didn’t I?” His domineering voice leaves goosebumps on your arms. 

You look around, noticing that everyone had already gone inside. It was just you and Neil now. 

Neil pulls you closer to him yet again. “You still haven’t answered, love,” He says softly as his free hand glides down your side, settling finally on your hip. 

“Yes,” You mumble under your breath. You can’t concentrate. You’re too wrapped up in the thought of Neil pinning you down to the ground and taking you right here and now. 

Neil releases your hip and begins to walk you towards the building. “Good,” He says nonchalantly. You walk across the green field and onto the concrete sidewalk that outlines the shape of the headquarters. You finally approach a door. Neil opens it and brings you inside. He instinctively lets go of your arm the second you enter the building, as the sounds of people and the flow of pedestrian traffic overwhelms your senses. 

“Follow me,” Neil demands. He walks in front of you, and you follow close behind. You walk down a series of similar hallways before recognizing where you are. 

You’re headed towards the living quarters of the building. 

You swallow hard, trying to keep up with Neil. He turns around to catch a glimpse of you, and notices that you’re starting a slow down a bit. 

He grins confidently as he closes the gap between you and him. “What? Are you overwhelmed, darling?” He questions as his hands land on your waist. 

“Neil,” You whisper, “What if someone sees us?” 

Neil pulls you against his chest. “That just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”  

You gasp as he pulls the collar of your turtleneck down a bit, bringing his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses on your now exposed skin. He sucks lightly. You look around. The coast is clear, but you know it won’t be for long. 

“N-Neil,” You moan. Neil’s lips leave your neck in response, and he brings his left hand up to cover your mouth. 

He looks left, and then right, searching for somewhere to go. There’s a single door at the end of the hallway. He uncovers your mouth and grabs your wrist. He practically runs into the door before twisting the knob and pushing it open. 

He pulls you into the room as the door shuts behind you. 

“What happened to going back to your room?” You ask, confused as to why you’re in what appears to be a dark, tiny, unused office.

“Because, I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You feel your need for him growing. He takes a step towards you so that your back is up against the door. Neil reaches behind you and twists the lock. 

You can feel yourself getting more and more wet. You need friction between your legs. The sensation is driving you crazy.

Neil’s hands secure themselves onto your hips, pushing you harder into the door. His lips find themselves in the crook of your neck again, but this time Neil is rougher. He lightly sucks your skin, intending to leave his mark on your. You moan in pleasure as Neil’s right hand finds its way in between your legs, spreading them a part slightly. 

“You need me, don’t you?” He asks as his lips leave your neck. His ocean eyes deeply stare into yours. 

You breathe shallowly. “Y-yes,” You stutter. 

Neil grins. “I thought so.” He grabs your waist again, picking you up and setting you down on the desk that’s on other side of the tiny room. He grabs the inside of your thighs and parts your legs with his hand, filling the newly made gap with his body. He rests his right hand on your thigh, and his left on your waist. 

“Please, Neil,” You murmur, wanting him to touch you where you need him most. 

“Please what?” Neil asks, his face moves closer to yours. 

“Please,” You pause as your heart beats out of your chest, “Touch me.”

Neil’s lips crash into yours as his hands wander to the hem of your pants. His fingers move down to play with your button before undoing it completely. He finds his way to your zipper and carelessly unzips your pants. His hands move back up to the top of your trousers. Much to your dismay, his lips leave yours. You groan at the loss. 

Your unhappiness ends almost instantly as you feel Neil slide your pants down your legs, discarding them to the side. He pushes himself back in between your legs and brings his thumb over the your underwear to your clit, slowly sliding down to explore the rest of you. 

He lands over your folds and smiles. “You’re already wet for me and I’ve barely touched you at all,” Neil says. He takes his hand away from your heat and brings it up towards the hem of your panties. He plays with the elastic band for a second and brings his attention to your eyes, searching for consent. 

You nod your head in anticipation, and he pulls at the hem, bringing them down your legs, and throwing them on the floor. 

Neil grabs the bottom of your shirt next, pulling it up over your head as you lift your arms to give him easier access. He places his hands on your back and starts to mess with the hooks of your bra. With ease, he undoes the clasp, and your bra falls to the side. 

He steps back, looking you up and down. You bring your knees together, rubbing them against one another in search of some sort of friction. Neil shakes his head and spreads your legs again. 

“You haven’t earned that yet,” He breathes. His hands grab your waist and slide up the sides of your body. He stops at your breasts, playing lightly with your nipples. 

You gasp at the feeling, needing more. Neil squeezes them tightly. He smirks, and then moves his hands back down to your hips. 

“What do you want me to do?” Neil asks. His breathing becomes heavier. Despite his attempt to be the dominant one, you can sense his need for you.

You take a deep breath as his hand moves down towards your heat. “I want you to make me come, please,” You plead. 

You gasp as Neil’s thumb brushes over your clit. It’s slow at first, but still enough to make you moan. He picks up the pace a bit, rubbing small, slow circles where you need them most. You throw your head back and moan. Neil smirks, loving how he’s making you feel. 

Neil’s circles get faster, pushing you closer to the edge. You shut your eyes tight, letting the pleasure take over.

Abruptly, Neil’s touch disappears, leaving you feeling cold and empty. You groan in agony, wanting more. “N-Neil don’t st-,”��

You’re cut off by a warm, wet sensation at your folds. You open your eyes to see Neil’s head in between your legs. His tongue rolls over your clit. Suddenly, you feel a finger at your entrance.

“Shit, N-Neil,” You cry out in pleasure as Neil pushes his middle finger inside of you. He sucks roughly on your clit, pushing his finger in and out. 

Neil adds his index finger, and it’s already too much to handle. “Fuck,” You whimper as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing. 

“You like that?” Neil says, his words vibrating against you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

You moan in response, but that’s not enough for Neil. He takes his lips off of you, and takes his fingers out. “I asked you a question, (Y/N).”

You want him to fill you up again, to make you feel whole again. “Y-yes Neil, I like it. You feel amaz-, oh fuck!” You practically scream as Neil shoves his fingers back inside of you, his tongue lapping at your folds. 

“You taste amazing,” Neil says against your clit before sucking on you again. His words alone could take you there. 

“Neil I-,” You try to get your words out, but you can’t form a proper sentence. 

“I love when you say my name like that, darling,” He says, sucking even harder now. 

You can’t hold back anymore. “I’m so close,” You mumble. “I wanna come, please,” You beg. 

“Then come for me, (Y/N), now,” Neil commands. You do as he says. You feel your walls tightening, you feel yourself collapsing around his touch. 

“Holy sh-shit,” You stutter. You come around his fingers as you throw your head back against the wall. 

Neil removes his fingers from you and stands up. 

“I think it’s my turn now,” Neil remarks slyly, undoing his belt. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

You watch closely as he slips his pants down his legs and steps out of them. He brings his hands up to the top of his shirt and unbuttons each button one at a time. He throws his shirt to the side. 

You gulp harshly as he pulls his boxers down, revealing his hardened member. He gets closer to you, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your eyes once more for consent as he lines himself up with your opening. 

You nod.

“F-fuck!” You cry out, feeling the overstimulation wash over every inch of your body as Neil enters you. He grabs your right breast with his hand.

Neil starts out slow. “You feel so good around me,” He says, moving rhythmically in and out of you. 

He then brings one hand up to your chin, and the other to the middle of your back, forcing you to sit up and stare into his eyes. His lips meet yours hungrily, searching for something more. Neil picks up his pace, growing faster and faster. 

“Neil,” You sigh, “I don’t know how long I can last.” You were already close.

“You got to hold on longer, darling. Don’t come yet.” Even when he whispers he’s commanding. 

“O-okay,” You mumble, bitting down on your lip, trying to hold yourself back. It was all becoming too much for you to handle.

“You’re taking me so well, (Y/N),” Neil praises you as he speeds up even more, his hips bumping hard into yours. 

He’s going to send you over the edge. Your walls begin to clench tightly around his cock. 

“Neil, I-,”

He cuts you off. “No, not yet,” He says shakily. “I’m so close. Shit!” 

Neil moans loudly, his lips capturing yours in another passionate kiss. 

“Y-yes,” Neil huffs, pushing in and out of you even quicker now. You know he’s seconds away from finishing, and so are you. “I’m ready now, love. Come with me,” Neil begs. 

You do as he says, your walls clenching harder around his hard dick. Profanities fly out of your mouths as you both reach your climax. After a few, slow pumps, Neil pulls out of you, stroking his cock a few times before reaching down and grabbing his boxers. He slips them on, and looks over at you, still sitting on the table. You’re so sore, so tired. But it’s all so worth it. 

He walks over to you, cupping your right cheek in his hand, and bringing your face close to his. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” Neil says as his lips find yours again. 

You part from him. “I love you too, Neil.” 

Neil grins, looking around the room at the mess you two made, and the mess he made of you. He looks proud. 

And he should be, You think to yourself. Only Neil could make you feel this way. 

You stand up, grabbing your panties and slipping them on. They’re still soaked. You grab your bra put it on as well. You look over at Neil, who’s buttoning up his dress shirt now. 

He’s watching your every move, as if he’s still fucking you in his head. 

“Just looking,” He says, a wide smile makes its way across his face. “I mean, how could I not?” He slides his pants back on, and buckles his belt. 

“So,” He pauses for a second, “Do you think you learned your lesson?” He questions finally, arching an eyebrow in your direction. 

You can’t help but giggle. “If the lesson was that I should ‘misbehave’ more often, then yes, lesson learned.”

Neil grins widely and walks over to you. “I guess I’m a good teacher then.”

He embraces you tightly, pulling you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, I guess you are,” You say, grinning back at Neil.