#they have spies and a secret meeting I tell ya

[scarefox]

Ok, let's count all recent and upcoming BL series, or movies, that teased / joked about mpreg or even have mpreg canon in their universe. (mention of male pregnancy, the sole wish for adopting a kid doesn't count)

For fun. And wonder which country will win the race for first mpreg on screen from all possible tropes out there.

Pit Babe (Thailand, kind of omegaverse alphaverse, with canon mpreg in the universe but didn't happen yet in the plot)

See your Love (Taiwan, teased)

Caged Again (Thailand, teased)

Desire the series (upcoming Chinese BL, omegaverse with apparently mpreg plot)

The Heart Killers (Thailand, teased)

Sunset × Vibes (Thailand, implied)

(please add more, I don't have all on my radar)

[flwoie]

LOVE IN DISGUISE — P. SH.

one : jetpack joyride

contains : profanities, sunghoon getting whacked and abducted twice, him almost dying, him also choosing a jetpack over his dignity.

word count : 969 (not proofread)

Sunghoon quickly ran to his desk after meeting up with his friends. He came back to the dormitory late, but none of his roommates questioned him, especially Junhan. He dropped his bag on the floor and kneeled to open it, pulling out a jetpack.

“Awesome!” He quietly exulted. He was wary of trying it out since his dorm was a bit small and might break the wall, so he shoved it under his desk. He lay on his bed, shocked by the realization of what had happened that afternoon. He couldn’t tell anyone.

Sunghoon wakes up sitting on a chair, his hands tied behind his back, and his eyes blindfolded. He doesn’t know how he ended up here. One minute he was playing basketball alone, and the next minute he got knocked out.

He shakes his head to get rid of the blindfold, the cloth successfully falling off and onto his collarbone. He glances around; the place is dim, empty, and dirty—most likely an abandoned warehouse.

“Very funny, guys!” He yells out. “You got your revenge, Beomgyu!” There are times when Sunghoon pranks Beomgyu, and he always says he will get revenge in return, so Sunghoon thinks this is payback. Except he doesn’t see his friend hiding anywhere.

He hears a faint voice and footsteps echoing. “I think the boy woke up,” the voice said. The steps get louder, and a second voice speaks up, making it clear for Sunghoon to hear.

“Ya think? He’s trying to escape.”

“Uh, hey, mind helping a guy out?” Sunghoon turns his head toward the two, budging his hands. One of them walks up to him, and in hopes of untying him, they tighten the knot. “What do you two even want from me?”

“Tell us where it is,” the other one said.

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb.”

“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Hey, if you let me go, I won’t ever speak a word about this,” he bargains.

“We’ll let you go if you tell us where the secret formula is. If you don’t, we’ll kill you,” he says, pulling out a gun. Before he can point it to Sunghoon, a plank of wood falls on him, causing him to collapse.

A group of people drop in from the roof, their backs facing Sunghoon. “I wasn’t planning for that to happen, but thanks for stepping on the roof, Red.”

One runs away as some of them chase them, while the other is attempting to get up from the floor, getting knocked out again by one of them and falling back on the floor.

Sunghoon’s eyes widen when one of them turns around and faces him. “Kazuha? You’re a spy?”

And once again, someone from behind whacks him in the face and is covered in cloth until Sunghoon blacks out.

“Beomgyu, I think you killed him.” Sunghoon felt himself lying down on a carpet; his eyes were still closed, but he could hear his friends speaking.

“Trust me, I did the same exact thing to Belle; he’s not dead.” He attempted to rub his eyes, but his arms fell asleep. His eyes crinkled and slowly opened. He was looking at a ceiling that was dark but covered with art.

"See, he’s not dead,” Beomgyu continued. His friends were facing him, watching him regain consciousness. “Goooooooood morning!” He chorused.

Sunghoon gets startled by them and sits up. “Where the hell am I?” He asked irately.

“L/N’s basement,” Minji answered. Sunghoon looks around the huge area; it doesn’t seem like your family’s basement. It was more of a laboratory with more machines and monitors. “Also known as I.R.I.S Team 5 Lair.”

“Lair? What the hell is going on?”

Kazuha sighs. “Dad is a well-known spymaster. Rival spies found out, and they were going to use you to spill the beans. Except you don’t know about the beans, and we didn’t think you’d be conscious by the time we arrived.”

“And you guys?”

“We work for Mr. Lee, the mastermind,” Belle answered.

“Lee? As in Mr. Lee Jihoon from Larkspur High School? Dude, I’m his favourite student! Wait, hold on, so you all are spies?” They all nod. “Guys, trust me, I promise not to tell.”

“It’s not that. Would you like to become a part of the team with us instead?” Beomgyu offers. The silence grew and became louder after his words.

“Hell no.”

Beomgyu scratches the back of his head. “What?! What do you mean 'no'? People sell their kidneys for this kind of job!”

“Too hard,” he deadpans.

Beomgyu is stunned by his responses. “We can train you, and we’ll give you fewer missions!” Sunghoon’s facial expression turns bitter, and he shakes his head. “I know you like jetpacks. How about a free jetpack?” He offers, going on his knees and clenching his fists together.

His face brightens, and he thinks. Should he or should he not join? He’s always wanted to try out a jetpack. “Now we’re talking,” he replied, with a complacent look on his face. Beomgyu sighs in relief and quickly gets up to reach for a contract and a pen on the table near him. He places the paper on the floor and tosses the pen to Sunghoon.

“Just sign here, and you’re free to leave!”

Sunghoon catches the pen and messily signs the contract. He drops the pen, and Beomgyu grabs the contract to look at the meaningful, messy signature. He jumps around in excitement. Sunghoon gets up from the ground and stretches his arms as he listens to Yeojin.

“From now on, when you walk into the halls of Salvia, Not only are you our friend, but you’re a spy—an I.R.I.S spy,” she reassured. Sunghoon smiled. This won’t be so hard after all for him.

“So where’s my jetpack?”

mlist — prev ; next

Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back. 

spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader

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[weltato]

SAF AU IDEA

Spies Are Forever but instead of Owen slipping on the banana peel, it was Curt. Everything is the same up until that point, but after we see things from Owen's perspective.

Rest under the cut!

He stops working for four years, then a case comes up and Cynthia calls him in even though she works for a different secret service than Owen, but they need Owen's skillset. Barb is happy to see him, but just as sad as he is about Curt being gone.

Owen meets Tatiana in a similar fashion to Curt, they see the Deadliest Man Alive, Owen gets injured and remembers Mrs Mega's safehouse and takes Tatiana there. Mrs Mega is over the moon to see Owen again, going off on a tangent to Tatiana about how Curt and Owen were the best of friends. There isn't the weird mixed signals bit bc Owen is blatantly not interested in Tatiana that way, and she sort of guesses with how he talks about Curt that they had something. So they become friends (also, Mrs M isn't shipping these two quite as hard, but she just wants to be involved bc Owen is the last remnant of her son that she's seen in four years so is sort of seeing them together in her head) and work together with Barb and the Informant to track down DMA.

Then they find out that DMA is Curt and Owen is crushed. Cue 'One Step Ahead' and then the stairs. Oh boy, the stairs. This time it's Curt that is so convinced in Chimera that he'll kill Owen to keep it going, but Curt had always been the one out of the two of them to lead with his heart and his feelings than his head. He's afraid of what might happen if he leaves Chimera, he can't see a way out of this, he really doesn't want to kill Owen but will if he has to.

He argues that Owen left him to die in the explosion, but Owen tells him no, he didn't. Because Curt told him to run. Owen hadn't known about the 3 minute timer instead of 4 and Curt told him to run because he didn't want Owen to die too.

Owen asks if their secret died in that explosion. It's silent, tense, the gun is still pointing at Owen...but it slowly lowers. No, their secret isn't dead, Curt tells him, but it might as well be because he can't leave Chimera. Not like this. Owen mentions that he fooled the world by dying once, he could do it again, he even has a Russian friend who might be able to help with that. Curt really wants to believe it, but he doesn't think it'll work.

Cue Tatiana entering, warning the lads that whatever they're doing needs to be wrapped up fast because they've got company. Curt looks at her, looks at Owen, sees the offer. Owen asks if Curt trusts him, and of course he does, so the two rig the place to explode and get out with Tatiana.

Barb and Cynthia are in shock to find out that Curt is alive, but Mrs Mega seems to have known all along. "Mother's instinct, dear" she calls it. Curt has to stay under the radar for a while since the service needs to figure out how to explain his sudden reappearance, so he stays with his mum at the safehouse. Owen stays too, bc damn it he just got Curt back and doesn't want to leave him so soon. Tatiana and Curt hit it off really well and become close friends, which Mrs M takes completely the wrong way, much to their chagrin. Barb is all over Curt at first, but he's still oblivious to it and she doesn't understand until Tatiana pulls her to the side and explains (under pain of death if Barb were to ever tell anyone).

Curt goes back to working for Cynthia, Owen transfers to the American Secret Service as a British liaison sort of thing (idk if that's an actual thing irl) and Tatiana becomes part of the team with inside knowledge on Russian operations since, y'know, they're in the middle of a cold war, ya fuckin' dumb dumb!

Overall, a happier ending, but still angsty between Curt and Owen bc now it's Owen that had been grieving and Curt that feels cut off and alone from everyone and everything.

I might write this, idk. If someone else wants to, feel free! (Pls tag me if you do <3)

[gothamcityangst]

Different anon but I have a chaos idea based on that ask. One of the rouges gallery finds you cheating on Eddie with Jonathan, eventually everyone knows, even Batman. They decide to tell so they decide to tell Eddie. They go to his lair and Jonathan's there with you on his lap and Eddie's just like "Nah it's cool, we share sometimes"

Hehehehe. Throuple scriddler. You love to see it.

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The rogues had decided it was time. It had been months since Harley first saw it but now it was too much evidence. Harley had first suspected it when she saw you give Jon a kiss on the cheek. All of the rogues were well aware that you and Edward were an item so to see you showing such affection to Jon gave them a variety of ideas.

They'd then spied on you and low and behold they saw it with their own eyes. Your arms were around Jon's neck and you planted your lips on his. They gathered what evidence they could and put it into a single folder. They figured Ed would want physical evidence. Even then they weren't sure what the best way to deal with it was.

In the end, they decided they wanted to meet with Eddie in his lair. If he was going to lash out they'd prefer he break his own furniture.

Edward walked in. Harley, Ivy, Harvey and Mr Freeze all sat on the sofa looking at him.

"What is this meeting about? I have a very busy schedule."

Harley took a sharp inhale of breath. "Y/N is cheating on you, Eddie."

"What?" They all saw the shock that was etched onto Ed's features. No one wanted this to happen but honesty was the best policy. Ed sat down, rather slumped down, onto the end of the sofa. His head in his hands as he let the information sink into his brain.

Harvey was the one to push the folder in front of him. Ed reached out to read it when the door to the lair opened again.

Jon and Y/n strode into the room. Y/n's hands firmly around Jon's midsection. The two people were of course surprised by the sudden intrusion.

"Y/n? Are you cheating on me?"

Y/n's face was plastered with confusion. Ivy scoffed at him.

"Eddie her skank arm is around Jon's waist. Read the signs." Ivy said sardonically.

Ivy's words sobered him up in an instant. The three of them shared a glance with each other before bursting out into a fit of laughter. The joke obviously hadn't been understood by the others.

"A riddle. When is a burden halved?" Edward asked. The room sat in confused silence for a couple of seconds until Harvey snapped his fingers.

"When a secret is shared." Two-Face answered.

"They're not cheating. Me, Jon and this lovely little minx here are in an arrangement. That benefits all of us."

"An arrangement?" Victor asked, one eyebrow raised.

"We are together. Romantically and sexually. The three of us. We're quite the little threesome."

"What didn't ya tell us, Eddie?"

"I don't ask what kind of strap on you use Harley. I don't ask Harvey if the carpet matches the face. And Victor...Does it even work anymore?"

The silence that followed spoke louder than any sort of words or riddles. That would be the last time that anyone inquired about Ed and Jon's sex life. Ever.

[sopxhiea]

Palpable

Farrier X Reader

Summary: Farrier meets a young woman who works as a spy during the war and it so happens that this young woman’s next mission means she’ll be around for a while.

“Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.” 

The sky seems to be too clear for a day of war. The base is full, new soldiers come and go as they’re instructed to do while the ones that have been here for a while just watch. The air force base is a big metal box with high walls that house the destruction machines.

But that’s not how Farrier would describe them.

He sees them as his wings, maybe he was given a pair before he was born but they’d morphed into longer limbs. He knows he’s meant to be flying, whether it’s for his country or not. The war adds danger and thrill to the mix, two things that don’t necessarily go together.

He watches as the newbies walk into the space, they’re mostly young lads with their heads held up high. He knows they’ll come out of this as men, men who are emotionally drained and will never return to their old selves again. It’s a new week, he concludes and walks back to his wing on the base.

His stare drops on Collins first and the scotsman gives him a nod of his head. There’s a line of men waiting to be briefed about their next mission, even though there’s not much to be said. They need to keep the sky clear of any enemies and that’s mostly it. He stands next to Collins and they start making small talk.

That is, until the General walks in.

He’s wearing the dark green uniform, stars embedded across his wide shoulders as he takes a look at the line of men. They become less with every passing day. There’s a bunch of papers on his hand that are soon to be thrown out and a lieutenant follows his footsteps.

And there’s you.

It’s no wonder why you stand out, given you are in a base filled with men and men only. You’re wearing a black suit, similar to what Collins is wearing but it’s baggier and less formal. There’s no indication of a rank on your shoulders but a maroon beret and compartments filled with small guns for all he can see.

And you’re beautiful, too.

He thinks it’s not something that they pay attention to when choosing officers of any sort but the only women he’s seen around are nurses and they certainly do not look as gentle to the eye as you do. There’s a boyish hint to your walk as you eye each and every men on the line, they seem interested.

The briefing starts, it’s short and completely unnecessary. The air force is not the most liked part of the army but you know they do their job, more so than some other parts of the military as far as you’ve seen. You listen to the General as he talks about certain areas the pilots are required to stay away from and then he finishes his words. 

The wing commanders then separate into another room, it’s a different briefing about the movements of the Germans and Farrier follows the General as he walks into the small room. There are four commanders, the general and you in the room and everyone is waiting for the General to address the elephant in the room, that being you.

The general then proceeds to clear his throat and look at you before facing the commanders and speaks.

“This is Ms. Y/L/N from the Secret Intelligence Service. She’ll be here to carry out a couple missions for the crown.” he finishes his sentence and the commanders all nod except Farrier, he’s looking at your gentle orbs instead, the ones that are directed right at him.

Your gaze does not shy away from his or any other commander’s unlike all the nurses or the women they have met through the course of the war. You hold a weight within yourself, something he’d seen in soldiers who’d been bombed and almost died but he just goes along with the General’s orders.

You’re young, he thinks. Young enough that he feels uneasy but not enough to make him speak up.

He then walks back to where his precious Spitfire rests next to Collins. Collins starts making talk about how he’d seen a couple of new soldiers fuss about Farrier’s plane but Farrier is not as present as he sits on the familiar seat of the pilot and gets ready.

A long day waits for him.

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The sound of bullets through the air and a plane engine crashing into the water hits his ears as he walks around the base. It’s far past midnight but the base is even more alive. He sees a couple guys he recognizes, some of them from the morning briefing and some are just familiar lads.

He waits for the engine fuel while there’s a clear rush around. It’s not the kind of rush he’s seen a lot in the air force base but more of the kind he’d come across on the ground. He then sees a couple soldiers being carried into the base, wounded badly with nurses overcrowding around their heads.

His gaze falls on you.

You look like you’re walking out of hell with cuts and bruises all over your face and upper body. He sees the blood covered bandage on your left arm and no matter how injured you look, you walk towards the general with full ambition. You look furious.

Your mouth moves, hair falling on to your forehead as you talk to the general and he nods at your words, telling you to meet him upstairs in his room. It’s not much of a room, Farrier thinks but they make do.

The general walks past Farrier and tells him to do just the same, wait for him in his office. Your eyes briefly meet his blue orbs but before he has a chance to say something, a nurse comes to your rescue and drags you around the place only to sit you down and take care of some of the wounds around your face.

The truth is, there are many soldiers that need the nurse’s help. Farrier finds it obscure that this nurse is taking extra measures to make sure your face is more put together when there’s men losing limbs around the place. 

But then he puts it together.

He’s heard things about the secret intelligence spies. He’s heard of a few women but he know they do business with their faces first. He can tell you’re trained to kill but your face says something else, which is just what you need when you’re trying to get into places no soldier can possibly have access to.

He walks upstairs into the crumbling room where the General waits. There’s another lieutenant in the room and you come in with blood and cuts around your face not too long after. Farrier takes a good look at your face, he thinks you manage to look beautiful even with countless glass cuts all over your face but he stops when he finds you staring right back at him.

“Y/N.” the General speaks and you both straighten at his voice.

You nod and speak, it’s the first time Farrier’s heard your voice. “Yes, sir.” you say, a gulp follows the stern voice. He thinks you sound just like how you look, confident but young.

“This is Wing Commander Farrier..” the General speaks and you look at Farrier for a brief moment with the shake of your head, as a way of saying ‘hello’. “...His crew will be the ones assisting you on your next mission.” he finishes the sentence and you nod. You recall the place you need to go for the next mission assigned to you, you catch Farrier nod from the corner of your eye and the General leaves the room along with the lieutenant. 

When the room is fully empty, you turn to Farrier and offer your hand with a soft voice. “Y/N.” you speak, you know he knows your name but there’s always time for proper introduction.

His large hand envelops yours as he shakes it, your soft skin feels new as he speaks. “Farrier.”

Just as you’re about to speak up, Collins walks into the room.

“Hey-” he says but before he can continue, he looks at you from head to toe. Farrier sees no reason to waste any time and speaks up.

“This is agent Y/N.” he says, looking at you and you only while you offer your hand to the scotsman who’s currently inspecting your face. You don’t blame him. You’d had a perfectly clean face in the morning and now, you have blood all over your face.

“Pleasure to meet ya’.” Collins speaks and you nod, he’s dressed sharply compared to Farrier and you note the attitude change.

“It’s been nice meeting you gentlemen but I have a mission to get to.” you speak with a low smile, a childish hint to your voice that makes Farrier want to rescue from what you’re about to do but he watches you walk away and so does Collins.

Just as Collins is about to speak, your soft voice as a shout comes from the corridors of the space, making both of them look out of the door while your back is turned at them for a momentary second. 

“Good luck out there!”

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It’s a day later. There’s smoke in the base from the malfunctioning machines accompanied by the silent screams of the lucky soldiers who have been rescued from around the place. There are a couple nurses away from the tent they’re assigned to, running around with hopes to help some of the new comer soldiers covered in wounds.

And there you are, cleaning your fresh wound on your own. 

It’s on your right shoulder, you can see it when you lean down but not too clear. Your irises burn from the smoke around but you know there’s no escaping it. You ignore the oozing pain from your ankles and try to clean the wound to the best of your ability.

Then, he shows up. 

The exhaustion is clear on his face, the day was spent chasing enemy up on the sky but he can’t help but walk towards your figure. You sit on the floor with some bandages around you as you rub alcohol into the wound. You’re actually doing a good job but he figures a hand wouldn’t hurt.

Your eyes meet his when he sits on the ground next to you. You’re about to say something but he takes the cotton from your hand and does what you were doing just a little earlier, just gentler as you watch.

You gulp and speak, he can see the fancy dress you’re wearing but he doesn’t ask questions. Figures it isn’t his place. “Thank you.” you say, eyes far away while he looks at your face, it’s healing up.

You’d gone to a noblemen’s party today, you were assigned to gather information on one of the trusted funders of the war. He was French but the intelligence had enough dirt on him to assume that he was helping the other side, the side that was currently destroying the country from its heart.

Everything was all going well until a drunk rich lord had decided to load his gun and play a little game on his own. You’d stopped the gunfire but it had cost a bullet on your shoulder and cuts from the shattering glass around. It was silly, just how luxurious these lords and madams lived while the poor and unfortunate suffered.

“Your assigned mission is tomorrow?” he spoke, the mission he was meant to watch for was tomorrow and he wanted there to be as little damage as possible. You got up after he finished with patching you up and you both started walking towards the briefing area.

“Yes, although It will be shorter than what you’ve been told.” you spoke and started walking down the stairs and he followed with brows furrowed.

“How much shorter?” he spoke, accent filling each word as you licked your lips before answering him. You had report today’s work to your superior and he was just following you.

“About an hour. It’s an easy job, in and out. It won’t take me longer than that.” you spoke while his boots thudded against the surface of the floor.

He sped up his steps to catch up with you, he was trying to get your attention but you were completely ignorant to the idea. It was war time and you were focused, you had to be.

“What’s the job entail?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.” you said, finding it silly that he would even ask an agent to expose any information but he was just trying to get you to talk. And you did. “The general will inform you on your side of the job.” you spoke, eyes looking up at his and you ignored the fact that he had been staring for a while now. You kept on walking and he followed you.

“Now, Commander, If you’re done asking me about classified missions, I have to report back to the base.” you spoke, voice confident while offered Farrier a smile. He didn’t mind your professionalism, he knew this wasn’t a place of love.

He nodded and murmured a small ‘yes, ma’am’ before you disappeared. Your walls were made of steel, he wouldn’t be able to melt them no matter how hard you tried and you figured, he already had someone as most soldiers did. If they didn’t, they’d take it up on themselves to find a lover around their base.

He was just curious about the mission, you told yourself.

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Twenty hours, five bullets, two airplanes and three explosions later, you were seated between Collins and Farrier.

The mission was complete, the Queen’s man had been protected and you had enough information about the new individuals to act on them. It also happened that you were covered in your own blood since there had been a surprise attack to the mansion you were in.

The look of surprise in both Collins’ and Farrier’s face was a picture when they saw you. You looked like a dead bride of some sort, every inch if your face and upper body were covered in blood, some your own and some of the other guests’.

You were currently waiting for the general to come out and give you the new details. The pilots were there, waiting to get fuel in their death machines next to you. You got a pack of cigars out, ones you’d gotten from a French aristocrat. You didn’t regularly smoke them, only when you’d been face to face with death.

“Those kill ye’, ya’ know.” Collins spoke, watching you light the cigar and you inhaled once before looking at him.

They weren’t covered in blood like you, they looked just fine but there was a hint of horror in both their eyes.

“I’ll die soon if it goes like this anyway.” you let the smoke go as Farrier watched you with intent eyes. There was no point in lying, the missions had been extra challenging and you’d been shot too many times to be able to function properly.

You realised what you’d just said to two soldiers who faced death everyday. They saw men die all the time, it wasn’t pleasant or wanted but seeing you, a young woman who’s supposedly in the prime stage of her life saying that she’ll die soon had felt like a bullet in their hearts.

“Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.”  you said, earning a chuckle from Farrier. You offered them the cigar, licking your lips and speaking as you’d not just said that you would be dead soon.

“You’ll think you’ll make it?” Collins spoke, looking directly at you as you sat next to him on the metal surface.

Farrier’s eyes locked with yours the moment Collins’ words left his mouth. He was not keen on living afterwards, he’d seen his fair share of the world but it was clear that you hadn’t.

“Probably not.” you said, taking another puff from the cigar as they waited you to speak further. “..most of the agents who work for the crown die in their first six months of the missions.”

“How long have you been working then?” Farrier spoke, you gulped before answering him. You weren’t the typical agent.

Most of them were men who were in their mid twenties. It became easer to identify them and targeting them became no hassle for the germans which was why they had secretly started hiring women, young women in particular, to work as spies since they seemed to be more versatile.

“About nine months.” you said, chuckling when Collins murmured a small ‘cheers’.

But what you were saying was different and Farrier was the only one caught up with it. You were a walking corpse. You’d done and knew too much to even survive if you went back home. You had too much information, your young age didn’t matter to the crown. Only your service did and you’d done your fair share of the spy work.

Collins then left, something to with the engine of his machine. You watched as he walked away, probably leaving the base soon to do his job. You were left with Farrier on your side then, the cigar was long gone.

“Are you always that close to death?” Farrier asked, genuinely curious after seeing you work today. You’d went in with a fancy party dress and came out with three bullet wounds and blood all over you. “Like today, I mean.” he kept speaking but you knew what he was saying. There was something calm about him that made you want to take it easy but this was war, not a calm tuesday afternoon in a the peaceful world.

“Mostly.” you gulped and kept on speaking. “They have a line of agents who do inside jobs like me. I deal with the risky side of the business.” you spoke, like it was just regular business and not dangerous criminal work.

“What about the others?” he spoke, curious as to how this all works. He’d heard things but this was the first time he even had the chance to speak with an agent of the crown face to face, let alone a young woman like you.

You eyed him first, he was being nosy. If it was anyone else, you would’ve just told them to mind their business, the information was confidential. But something about Farrier made you lower your guard for some reason. You looked around before speaking.

“They deal with the common people. Officers and workers. They gather information on things like...” you waved your fingers through the air and made a confused face before speaking. “..hideaways and all that.”

He looked at you then, you were far too young for this but he of all people knew that war knew no age. If it was a different time, he was sure he’d find you with rosy cheeks, under a blossoming tree but now, you were covered in blood in a dress the military had provided you.

“I assume you deal with the posh ones then.” he spoke, just trying to make conversation. He knew there was no way he could get personal so he kept the topic on work.

You nodded before speaking again, eyes not meeting his most of the time. “Noblemen, aristocrats, madams and sometimes even presidents.” you said, lifting your eyebrows at the last words as his expression changed from interested to shocked. You dealt with people who caused this war in the first place.

“You ever get scared? Cold feet?” he asked, earning a genuine grin from you. He was cracking up to be something.

“Always.” you spoke, it was the full truth. You didn’t go into a room full of aristocrats and their beloved butlers without sweat on your hands.

He looked at you then, scanning you from head to toe to see any kind of fear of doubt. You smiled at the soldier next to you, a genuine curve of your lips greeted his blue orbs but it felt like a bullet had gone through his head. Your earnest smile was the first thing that had managed to make him feel at ease since he’d gone into this mess.

What was he doing?

He nodded at your words, long after they stopped hanging around the cool air around you as you looked at him. Really looked at him for the first time. He seemed rough around the edges, not like his colleague Collins who was dressed sharply and knew every sign in the book. 

He then asked the biggest question he had, the one that appeared the moment he saw you.

“Aren’t you a little too young to be carrying out missions for the crown?” he said in one full breath. His voice wasn’t as confident.

“I am.” you gulped and spoke again. “That doesn’t really matter. They just want someone who can attract attention and do the job at the same time.” you said, liking the way his orbs change when you spoke.

“And that’s you.” he said, as a matter of fact.

“Surprised?” you asked, finding comfort in talking to this stranger you just met a couple days ago.

“Nah.” he shook his head at his own words. “If anything, I think you’re quite perfect for that sort of job.” he said, watching your curious eyes as he spoke. You laughed at first, it was genuine and he swore it was like birds singing or that time he’d heard a beautiful melody inside a church.

“Well, Commander, I need to leave but it’s been a pleasure.” you spoke, eyes formal and stern again. It was like you had a switch.

“Will I see you?” he said in a heartbeat. He didn’t think twice before saying the words, hence why he was cursing at himself while you gave him a sweet smirk.

“I’m sure you will.”

And you were off.

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[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 4/?

A/N: Yay I’ve managed to bang out another chapter before I get too busy this weekend. This is seriously the slowest burn fic I have ever written!

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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@buckylokisimp​​, @white-wolf-buckaroo​​, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies,  @yaszx​

Word Count: 3117​

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~

Warnings: cursing

Chapter Summary: Steve trusts you and you face the Winter Soldier

Chapter 4: IT WAS ALL A LIE

I wake up in a new car with Rogers driving.

“Where are we?” I ask groggily.

“Goin’ back to DC. Goin’ to someone I trust,” he responds keeping his eyes on the road.

“Didn’t realise you had friends. Other than me, of course,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood even though we almost got blown up.

“So we’re friends now, huh?” he says, playing along.

I shrug but it causes a pang in my side and I hiss at the pain.

“You alright?”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t have enhanced speedy healing but I’ll cope. Give me an ibuprofen and I’ll be good as new.” I sigh, staring out the window.

“You sure that’s not an act to distract me from the fact you called me Steve and not Rogers or Captain?” he says, teasing.

I roll my eyes dramatically. Of course he picked that up. “Slip of the tongue.”

“Whatever you say… friend. Pal. Buddy,” he chuckles, amused at his own joke. Like a grandpa.

“Oh my gosh, anyone ever tell you you’re really annoying?”

He quiets down and the mood shifts notably. More somber. “Someone did.”

I frown, I thought he didn’t have anyone special… The car comes to a stop and before I could ask for more, even though I know he wouldn’t give it, he gets out of the car.

“Where are we, really?”

“Trust me.” I do.

I follow him up the steps and he knocks on the door. I look around, suspicious and skeptical, the sound of the door opening brings my attention to the owner of the house. Huh, the guy I saw when I first picked the Captain up for that cursed mission.

“Hey, man,” Sam says in shock.

“I’m sorry about this. But we need a place to lay low.”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” I add.

“Not everybody,” he steps aside and Steve and I walk in. “Bathroom’s through that hallway and there’s a spare room right across from it… I’ll go and… make you something to eat. If you guys do that sort of thing.”

I chuckle softly and Steve lets me go wash up first. I splash water in my face and take a breath, something I couldn’t do until now. I stare hard at my reflection and I look as lost and tired as I feel. I find a small towel and take it with me, sitting on the bed and drying off. Steve freshens up next and goes to sit in front of me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I respond a little too quickly.

“What’s going on?”

“I guess… SHIELD’s been my life for so long. I thought I knew what it was… that it did good, helped people. I thought that everything I did, every mission I filled was the right thing, the good thing. But what if it wasn’t? Whoever gave those orders could have been using me. Using us all. If we’re the bad guys then… the people I’ve… crossed off… they could have been good guys.” I put the towel down and sigh. “I owe you, Rogers.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

“I really thought… HYDRA was gone.”

“Well, yeah so did I, I killed their leader.”

“No… there’s something else.”

I know he’s frowning as he looks at me. “What?”

“I told you about Romanoff’s mission in Odessa… after that I was put undercover. Two years, deep. As a scientist researching the super soldier serum; from Romanoff’s debrief that seemed like the best option for a cover story. We had to find out about these threats that came outta nowhere. HYDRA picked me up. We never even considered them, I didn’t know it was them until later so I told Fury. At first… he thought it was just pockets, ya know? Thugs. People who wanted to take the reputation HYDRA had to scare competition. They had a secret… I kept coming up with nothing in my three-monthly check ins but I felt like I was close. Anyone interested in the serum had to know something, right? Then we found you and… I don’t know, maybe if Fury didn’t pull me out, I would have found the Winter Soldier and Fury wouldn’t be dead.”

“You didn’t know. No one did. These aren’t thugs. They’re organised and have been for a long time to be able to infiltrate SHIELD like they have,” he says sternly.

“If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, now you be honest with me, would you trust me to do it?”

“I would now. You’re not a bad person, Y/N. I can see that, I don’t have to know you that well to know that. And I’m always honest,” he adds, causing a slight smile to appear on my face.

“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out that killing the Red Skull did nothing to stop HYDRA.”

“Well,” he leans back on the chair. “I guess I just like to have a face to put on the people I’m up against.”

“Breakfast is ready…” Sam says. “If you… eat.”

“I like him,” I say.

“So do I.”

We stand and follow Sam to see the eggs, bacon and toast laid out on the table. “This is so sweet, thank you, Sam.”

He smiles. “I wanna help.” And I know it’s about providing us with a meal.

“We-we can’t ask that of you,” I say, knowing he’s not referring to cooking breakfast for us.

“You don’t have to because I’m offering.”

Steve nods. “Alright.”

“You’re just a civilian, right now,” I object.

“So are you, disgraced SHIELD agent.”

I huff, that’s fair.

Steve updates Sam on what has happened as I eat the breakfast so kindly prepared.

“So, the question is, who at SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?”

“Pierce,” Steve answers.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” I saw before having a bite of buttered toast. Yum.

“But he’s not working alone, Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

Thinking back, I go through all the names of the hostages on the ship. “So was Jasper Sitwell,” the only field officer on a ship of technicians and scientists.

Steve frowns. “So the question is how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is, you don’t,” Sam says then he places a file on the table.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume.”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission. That was you?” I say looking at the picture. “You didn’t say he was a pararescue,” I say to Steve. “I heard they couldn’t bring choppers in because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam hands us the thicker file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot?” Steve says, surprised.

“I never said pilot.”

I finish my breakfast as they think of a plan to retrieve the… wings. The boys can handle that while I enjoy these eggs and locate Jasper Sitwell.

Steve kicks Sitwell through a rooftop door. “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.” I follow after Steve, silently.

“Never heard of it,” the traitor says, out of breath and stumbling backwards.

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up, I get sea sick.” This smartass. He almost falls back but Steve catches him, grabbing him by his shirt. He calms down and smirks. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Coz it’s really not your style, Rogers.”

“You’re right. It’s not.” Steve smooths Sitwell’s jacket down. “It’s her’s.” He steps aside and I smile, kicking him off the roof as he screams. “Were you on the helicarrier when Barton tried to shoot us down?”

“What?” I say, caught off guard, as I stare down and the falling man.

“You said I had two more guesses.”

I chuckle, remembering what he was talking about. “No, I was on a short vacation by then. One more guess.”

“Where did you go?” he asks out of curiosity.

“Classified.”

“So it was a mission?”

“Classified,” I smirk. “Fine you got it outta me, I was at –“

Sam comes up with a still screaming Jasper who is dropped behind us.

“To be continued,” Steve comments as we approach the agent.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing Insight’s targets.”

“What targets?”

“You. The TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city, Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA. Now… or in the future.”

“The future?” Steve repeats. “How could it know?”

Sitwell chuckles. “How could it not?”

“The 21st century is a digital book,” he stands up, meeting Steve’s eyes. “Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“What then?” I ask, frowning.

He looks at me as if he’s noticed what he has revealed. “Pierce is gonna kill me…”

“What then?” I repeat.

“The Insight helicarriers cross people off that list. A few million at a time.”

Well Shit.

We get into a car, dragging Sitwell with us and we drive to the Triskelion.

“Insight launches in 16 hours, we’re cutting this a little close, fellas.”

Steve explains our plan of action which to no one’s surprise, Sitwell objects to. Before he can continue his rant there is a thud on the roof and an arm pulls him out through the car window.

I watch after him, seeing the metal arm of the Winter Soldier grabbing a gun from his holster. Moving fast, I slip through the two front seats and into Rogers’ lap, pulling his head forward to protect him as the Soldier shoots from the back seat to the front. Before the bullets reach us, Steve pulls on the break, causing the Soldier to fall forwards. Grabbing one of the guns, I aim but we get hit by a SHIELD Humvee from behind, causing me to drop the gun and the car to push forward toward the Asset. I fish for the gun, grabbing it as the steering wheel is ripped out of the car and Sam’s hands.

“Shit!”

I shoot after the Asset but he jumps off and onto the Humvee as we glide through the road, no way to control the car. We roll and Steve grabs each of us as we surf on the detached car door. The Soldier launches a bazooka at us but Steve pushes me away as I start running for cover so he takes the shot.

I dodge gunfire and moving cars, jumping off the bridge and using a grappling hook to safely get myself down and run but seeing his shadow, I stop just before the bridge and start shooting until he takes cover. I move to a cable car as the pissed off Asset rains bullets at my previous location. I shoot back and run as the bullets chase me.

As a diversion I record myself speaking on my communicator and play it on loop, placing it behind a row of cars as I take cover. I watch as he rolls a grenade to the source of the sound and it explodes so I jump up, using a car as a step up and kicking him in the face. I wrap my legs around him as I use my retractable steel bracelet to wrap around his neck as a garrotte but he gets his hands through and walks backwards, slamming me against a car. He gets his hands on me and throws to off of him and into another car. Geez. Before he shoots at me I grab an electric disc off my bracelet, throwing it at his arm to temporarily disable it as I run for my life.

“Get out of the way! Get away!” I yell at the panicking civilians then I feel a bullet pierce right through me. Stunned, I stumble backwards, resting on a car. I hear the soldier land not too far from my position and our eyes meet briefly as he aims at me. Steve runs in, giving me a chance to get away. Finally. Fuck me, why did I have to be the one to deal with him? As the two fight, I manage to get a hold of a dropped gun and slowly make my way back to them.

Steve flips the soldier over whose mask falls off as he lands. He turn around and I notice Steve’s stance stiffens.

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell’s Bucky?” the Asset asks. Sam kicks him, sending him flying but he’s too distracted, shaken to go after him. His eyes go wild, confused and lost as he looks at the mask now on the ground. He takes out a gun, aiming for Steve and instead of shooting directly at him I purposely target for behind him.

I recognize the STRIKE team’s vehicles coming for us and there’s no where to run. Agents put handcuffs on me and walk to the their vehicle, doing the same to Steve and Sam, confiscating their weapons and loading us up.

“What happened back there, Steve?” I ask. “Isn’t Bucky… your childhood friend?” I recall from reading the history books. He was the only Howling Commando to give his life in combat and was put on the SHIELD Wall of Valor as an honorary agent.

“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” he says sadly.

“How is that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam asks.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured in 1943, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did, helped Bucky survive the fall.”

“Zola did it to hurt you,” I say. “Using your best friend as their secret weapon, if they ever needed him to fight you. That’s why they chose him to experiment on…”

“Wow, classic evil guy tactic,” Sam comments.

“None of that is your fault, Steve,” I say softly.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding badly,” Sam notices. “We need to get a doctor here. If we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out here in the truck.”

The masked agent pulls out an electrified baton, causing Sam to stop talking and jump back. They don’t use it on him though as they flip it in their hand to hit their partner who groans but passes out before he could do anything.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain. Who’s this guy?” Hill removes her helmet.

“Long story,” I whisper. It feels like when I talk it hurts more.

Hill accepts that and uses a laser cutter to cut a hole in the floor and we slip out.

“I have a car waiting,” Hill says. “There are still agents on the right side.”

We arrive at a dam and Steve helps me down from the SUV, allowing me to lean on him as we follow Hill.

“GSW, she’s lost at least a pint,” Hill yells.

“Maybe two,” Sam adds.

“Let me take her!” A doctor I don’t recognize says, meeting us.

“She’ll wanna see him first.” I frown, who could I possibly wanna see right now, apart from a doctor to stitch me up?

Leading us into a room, there was no way I could have expected it. Fucking Fury, of course he’s alive.

“About damn time,” he mumbles then lists all his injuries.

“You’re too stubborn to die,” I say as the doctor sits me down to attend to my gunshot.

“Why all the secrecy?” Steve asks.

“Any attempt on the Director’s life had to look successful,” Maria explains.

“Can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides, I didn’t know who to trust.”

“So we just had to get targeted by the Winter Soldier for you to trust us?” I ask.

“I trusted you, that’s why I had you go to the apartment. I knew you’d find the truth, along with Rogers.”

“Well, you’re really gonna hate what we’ve found out,” Steve says.

“Alexander Pierce is the head of HYDRA,” I say, ripping off the band aid.

Fury nods slowly, processing. “That man declined a Nobel Peace Prize. He said that peace wasn’t an achievement. It’s a responsibility,” he scoffs bitterly. “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”

“We have to stop the launch,” I say.

“I don’t think the Council is accepting my calls anymore,” Fury states. He opens a briefcase with three drives in it.

“What’s that?” Sam asks.

“Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized,” Hill briefs.

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own,” Fury adds.

“One of two won’t cut it, we need to link all three for this to work. If even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

Fury starts on his plan to rebuild SHIELD but Steve has none of it, interrupting. “We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down SHIELD.”

“SHIELD had nothing to do with this!” Fury defends.

“You gave me this mission. This is how it ends. SHIELD’s been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“We’re meeting in this cave because I noticed.”

“How many paid the price before you did? You didn’t trust Y/N when she said she was close to something. If she had stayed, you would have realized how important that mission would be. You have to stop underestimating people, Nick. Your enemies as well as your friends.”

“Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.”

“Even if you did, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? SHIELD, HYDRA… it all goes.”

“He’s right,” Hill agrees.

“And you? You grew up in SHIELD. Trained, educated…” Fury asks me.

I shake my head. “This is the right thing to do. It was all a lie.”

“Well, looks like you’re giving the orders now, Cap.”

I find Steve on the bridge overlooking the water.

“I found the council woman. Hill had a photostatic veil ready for me to use…” I choose not to acknowledge his solemn look until he chose to.

“The other person… the one that called me annoying, was Bucky,” he starts referring to our earlier conversation. “He’s all I had. All I ever had. The day I thought I lost him was the worst day of my life.”

I place a hand on his back. “Do you think you can save him?”

“I have to try. I owe it to him to try.”

“And if you can’t? What if… he doesn’t let you?”

“He will. Suit up, it’s time.” He starts to walk and I frown.

“You’re not fighting in that are you?”

“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.”

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Thanks for reading! Have a new fic idea but should probably get more of this one done before I start writing two at once but I’m so excited for it 🤩🤩😭

Chapter 5

[theladyofdeath]

Scared & Horny {Nessian}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 9.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ Halloween prompt idea - “Well, Mark me down as scared and horny”. Doesn’t necessarily have to be smutty... but ya know... thirsty anons and all... X”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Cassian walked through the front door of the party, looking around for any of his friends. He spied Mor chatting up a sexy bunny, but figured she wouldn’t appreciate his interruptions.

Figuring he could take care of and entertain himself, Cassian kept wandering through the herds of people. When Elain Archeron threw a party, she really threw a party. Cassian didn’t know half the people there, and didn’t bother to introduce himself as he found his way to the kitchen, where appetizers were laid out on the island.

Elain had really outdone herself. All of her treats were Halloween-themed, and Cassian should not have expected anything less, but he was truly amazed. There were pretzels dipped in chocolate that looked like monster-fingers, chocolate-covered cherries that looked like eyeballs, and an alcoholic punch that was bright green and bubbly. 

Considering he was alone, Cassian decided to indulge himself. 

After his third cup, he realized the punch was one of those dangerous kinds that didn’t taste like alcohol, but it was definitely there.

A firm hand clapped on his shoulder. “You finally made it.”

He turned and found Rhys standing there, dressed up in full Batman regalia. “Please tell me Feyre is Catwoman.”

He snorted. “She’s Robin.”

Cassian blinked. “She’s Robin?”

“Is there something wrong with Robin?” Rhysand asked, pouring himself a glass of punch. 

“Catwoman is so sexy, though,” Cassian said, sighing. “She really missed an opportunity there.” 

“Maybe that’s why she chose Robin,” Rhysand muttered. “To keep you from calling her sexy.”

Cassian rolled his eyes as the door was pushed open, yet again, and Azriel strolled in, and took one look at Cassian. 

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he asked.

Cassian blinked, looking down at his outfit. “I’m a space cowboy.”

“A space cowboy?” Azriel repeated, then looked to Rhysand. “Have you already made fun of him for this?” 

“Didn’t have time. He was too busy wondering why Feyre isn’t Catwoman.” 

Azriel frowned. “That’s actually a good argument. Catwoman is way better than Robin.” 

Rhysand rolled his eyes and drank from his punch without another word. 

When the door opened again, Cassian’s and Azriel’s laughter died down.

A zombie strolled in, her hair a wild mess, her makeup done as well as the world’s best cosmetologist. 

“Fuck,” Azriel muttered.

Rhysand had stopped drinking his punch. “You look….nice.” 

“Well, mark me down as scared and horny,” Cassian grinned, taking in Elain’s sister’s beautifully gorey, wild appearance. 

Nesta rolled her red eyes as she met them all where they stood by the island to get herself a cup of punch. “A space cowboy? Really?” 

“A space cowboy is a badass,” Cassian grinned, downing another glass of punch.

Rhys asked, “You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to be an astronaut or a cowboy, could you?”

“Nope, and both costumes were expensive, so I made it work.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and said, “Where are my sisters?”

“Feyre is playing Cards Against Humanity,” Rhys offered.

Azriel shrugged. “Elain is probably running around making sure everyone is having a good time.”

Nesta shot him a look. “Shouldn’t you be helping her with that?”

Azriel hesitated, but Cassian was the one that said, “Az isn’t really the social type, I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed-.”

“I can be social,” Azriel muttered, knowing full well it was a lie. 

Rhys clapped his hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Let’s go find our girls.”

The two of them were making their way into the living room, leaving Nesta and Cassian alone in the kitchen. The bass of the music was subtly shaking the floor under their feet and Cassian filled a glass with the green liquid, before handing it to her. She sipped on it, her eyes staying on Cassian. They were bright but hazy, and he could tell she’d been drinking before she made the short walk over from her house.

“You really do look great,” Cassian said, voice low.

She smiled, but took another sip of punch, and tilted her head to the side before she spoke. “So which part is more dominant? The scared or the horny?”

Cassian didn’t try to hide his gaze as he let it trail down her body. Her face wasn’t the only thing that was “zombi-fied”, large holes and tears were ripped and shredded along her clothes. Glimpses of her toned stomach and legs were visible as she moved.

“I don’t think you really want me to answer that,” Cassian muttered.

“No?” Nesta asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because last time I voiced a thought like the one I’m having now we ended up fucking in-.”

“Cass,” she hissed, looking around, desperately hoping no one heard, even though it was obvious they were alone. “Keep your voice down.”

Cassian groaned, running his fingers down her arm. “I’m tired of keeping all this a secret.”

“We don’t even know what this is yet,” Nesta said, finishing her punch and pouring more. 

“You like me, don’t you?” he asked.

Nesta looked around again before giving him a tight-lipped, “Yes.”

“And you think I’m cute?” he crooned, his words starting to slur and stumble together. 

She rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

“Then what is there to figure out?” he whispered, taking her hips and pulling her closer.

“Don’t kiss me,” she muttered, her eyes meeting his.

“Why not?” he asked, coming in closer.

She held up her hand and blocked his lips. “Do you know how long it took for me to do this makeup?”

“I’m going to fuck it up later, what difference does it make now?” He breathed, his lips barely brushing hers.

“Because no one has seen it yet,” she replied, laughing quietly as his fingers brushed over her stomach. She was so easily ticklish. “And I didn’t spend hours working on this makeup for just you to see it.”

“I’m the only one who matters,” he whispered.

Nesta’s fingers clung to his arms, feeling his muscles beneath the ridiculous plaid shirt he wore over the NASA t-shirt beneath. She held onto him, regardless of the fact that she didn’t want her sisters to know yet.

“What’s happening here?”

They jumped apart, looking to the doorway.

Elain stood there, her brows shot up into her hairline. She wore a fairy costume with thigh high socks and incandescent wings. 

Nesta hesitated, but Cassian instantly tapped into his bullshit zone. “She was feeling a little dizzy. Just making sure she was keeping upright.”

Nesta was nodding. “Yeah, too much alcohol, not enough water, I think.”

Elain chuckled, hurrying to the island. “Been there. Anyway, have you seen Az? I want him to help me pass out appetizers.”

“He just went looking for you,” Cassian assured her. “I can help, if you want?” 

Elain’s smile softened as she pushed a tray of goodies to him. “You’re sweet, Cass. Thank you.”

He nodded his head before taking the tray out into the party. Mor, as usual, was the life of the party, dancing in the middle of the living room. Rhysand was with Feyre, drinking on the sofa, but Azriel seemed to have gone MIA.

After making a quick pass of the room, offering the chocolate-and-red vine spiders to everyone, he ended up on the couch with Rhys and Feyre, a beer in his hand. He was chowing down on spiders when Feyre looked at him.

“So what is this fainting spell Nesta was having earlier Elain was telling me about?”

Cassian trained his features into boredom. “She’s fine. Just drank a little too much on her way over. A little water and she was just fine.”

“That’s all she needed?” She asked.

He nodded, biting the head off another spider. “That’s all.”

“Then why is there white makeup on your lips and fake blood on your shoulders?”

Cassian froze, looking down at his shoulder. Sure enough, there was fake blood smudged on the plaid. “I caught her.”

Feyre rose a brow. “With your face?” 

“Nesta seemed fine when we were in the kitchen,” Rhysand said, shrugging. “A little tipsy, maybe, but not drunk, at all.”

Feyre looked back and forth between Rhysand and Cassian before her eyes settled on her friend, her eyes widening, her grin spreading. “You and-.”

“No,” Cassian interrupted. 

“Yes,” she said, excitedly.

“Wait,” Rhysand said, connecting the dots. “You and Nesta?”

“No,” Cassian repeated.

“Yes!” Feyre followed. 

“Seriously?” Rhysand chimed in.

Cassian’s hand ran down his face. “You can’t say a word.”

“Why not?” Feyre asked, gripping his arm. “Cass, this is so exciting.”

“Because,” he said, pulling Feyre’s death grip from his arm and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to freak her out. She doesn’t want to label us and I don’t want to push her to.”

Feyre’s face fell just a bit. “But you’re together, right?”

Cassian raised his shoulders in a shrug. “I like to think so, but I have no idea.”

He looked up and caught her gaze for a split second across the room. She was talking to a broad-shouldered fireman and laughing at something he’d said.

“I’m going to talk to her,” Feyre said, standing up.

“What?” Cassian asked, practically shouted, instantly on alert. “Why?”

Rhysand, still on the couch, looked back and forth between them, amused. 

“Because she needs a kick in the ass to know how good she has it,” Feyre went on. “We’ve all been waiting for the two of you to get together for years, and she has, too.”

Cassian blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” she said, simply, before walking away.

By the time Cassian remembered that she was going to talk to Nesta, she was already halfway across the room. “No! Wait!”

Nesta had hardly come out of Feyre’s lips when Cassian made it to them and yanked Feyre away.  

“Let’s dance, Feyre,” he said, pulling her to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. 

Nesta simply shrugged and went back to her conversation with the fireman. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cassian asked.

“Me?” Feyre asked, exasperated. “What the hell is wrong with you? Both of you!”

“I don’t want to push her away!” He said, in a loud whisper, keeping his hands at a very safe spot in the middle of her back. “I don’t want to scare her by showing her how much I want a label.”

“Yeah, well, she wants one, too, but for whatever reason, her head is up her ass,” Feyre replied, looking over her shoulder at Nesta.

Cassian watched as she touched the fireman’s arm and he said, “Maybe she wants to play the field. When we started sleeping together, we didn’t make any promises-.”

“You’re sleeping together?” Cassian swore that Feyre’s squealed question registered on a scale that only dogs could hear.

“Fuck,” he sighed, realizing he was only digging his own grave even deeper.

“When?” She demanded. “When did this start?”

“August-.”

“August?!” Feyre shrieked, and Cassian begged her, yet again, to keep quiet. 

“Yes, August,” he sighed, sneaking a look at Nesta, who had disappeared.

Cassian couldn’t help but wonder if it was with the firefighter. 

“Have you been with anyone else during that time?” Feyre asked, quietly.

Cassian shook his head. 

“Then you’re together,” she said, simply. 

He didn’t bother to tell her that Nesta probably had just gone off with the firefighter. “Just keep it quiet, yeah?”

The song ended and Feyre sighed, but nodded. She stepped back from him and said, “Ask her to be your girlfriend. Don’t just let her dictate it or she’ll keep dancing around it.”

“I’m not-.”

“Robin and a Space Cowboy… This is an interesting combo.”

Cassian and Feyre turned to find Nesta walking towards them. She looked decidedly more drunk than she had been when she’d left the kitchen.

He cleared his throat. “We were just-.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “Let’s dance, cowboy.”

She tugged him towards her, but ended up stumbling herself. He caught her, and chuckled. “That’s Captain, to you.”

At some point, Feyre had made herself scarce. Cassian went to step back, but Nesta held onto him. “People will see us,” he breathed.

She could barely hear him over the music playing, but she glanced up at him. ��Is that such a bad thing?”

He blinked, not understanding her change of heart. Yes, she was pretty drunk, but that would just come back to bite him in the ass when she sobered up. He hesitantly asked. “No?”

“That fireman just asked me to go home with him,” she said, dragging her fingers up his arm.

Cassian’s fingers tighten around her waist. “That was nice of him.”

“It was,” Nesta mused. “But then I realized I didn’t want to go home with him. I don’t want to go home with anyone.”

Cassian was nodding. “Gotcha.”

“Anyone but you,” she added under breath, teasing him. 

Cassian’s lips twitched at the corners. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she breathed, then a look of pure offense overtook her facial features. “You didn’t say it back.” 

Cassian paused. “Didn’t say what back?” 

“That I’m the only one you want to go home with,” she said, that frown remaining. 

“Nesta-.”

“Is there someone you want to go home with?” she interrupted, leaning back. “Fuck, who-.”

“No one-.”

“I should’ve known-.”

“Mother’s tits, will you shut up?” Their lips met.  

Just as she was pulling away, ready to dramatically storm off, Cassian had grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back toward him, instantly reconnecting his mouth with hers.

They stopped dancing, and suddenly nothing mattered but them in that moment.

It was a public announcement. 

A declaration.

One that no one was really surprised by at all.

[solinarimoon]

A Song for the Sea

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Pairing: Finan x OFC

Warnings: some violence, held against their will, forced marriage, hints of abusive relationship

~ ~ ~ ~

Her eyes were like the sea before a storm. Blue and green marbling together. They spoke to him. Of depths hidden under their surface. Of secrets and sadness. 

Finan could not keep his eyes from searching for her.  He yearned to fall captive to their stare once more. 

While walking through the street of Coccham, his eyes were roving every face for a glimpse of those startling eyes.  

Osferth at his side, they meandered through the market expecting that they would find them looking to replenish supplies for their journey. 

~~~~~

Muireann and her husband, Cael had docked at Coccham a few days prior. 

Upon their arrival, Cael asked to speak with the Lord Uhtred.  He claimed to be a trader of fur and wished to stay on in the burg a few days while a storm that was following them passed. 

He had a large amount of seal skin pelts he was willing to trade for the lord's permission. 

Uhtred agreed to allow them safe harbor. 

After showing them to the town’s tavern where they could pay for a room for a few nights, Uhtred informed his men that Cael and his wife were to be watched closely. He did not get an honest feeling from them. Sihtric and Osferth both agreed with their lord's appraisal of their new visitors. Finan was glad he was not alone in his judgements either.

Cael had a sly demeanor and Uhtred’s first impression was that he was either a spy (though for whom he did not know) or was looking to cheat the good people of Coccham out of their money. As a young man, Uhtred had experience with men such as these. They were not to be trusted. Several pieces of their story did not sit well with the men. Why was a trader traveling with only himself and his wife?  And by boat? 

Then there was the fact that Muireann kept her head down and was completely subservient to her husband. Finan knew that many marriages worked in such a fashion but it was not something he ever enjoyed witnessing.  He firmly believed marriage should be a partnership.  He saw that exemplified in Uhtred and Gisela’s marriage.  The same could be said for Sihtric and his wife.  

Muireann did not appear to be a threat. Instead, she gave him the feeling that she had something to hide. Some secret kept hidden from the world. This sense became pronounced when Muireann took his outstretched hand to board the dock from their small trading boat. 

She had looked up as her feet hit the boards and their eyes locked. 

And Finan was lost. 

He could become lost in those stormy eyes for eternity and he would not have cared. 

She had taken a sharp inhale of breath when their eyes met. Finan knew that she had felt some connection. Some pull. There was a meaning to their meeting on that dock, suspended above the rising waters and murky depths. 

“Thank you…” she whispered, leaving her words hanging in the air like mist off the sea.

“Finan.  I am called Finan, lady.”

“Finan” She repeated.  And he could have listened to her lovely voice speak his name for 1,000 years.

“Muireann!” Cael spoke her name with a harsh bark.

Instantly, Muireann dropped Finan’s gaze and made a hasty apology.  She practically ran to her husband’s side as Uhtred escorted them to the tavern.

Finan watched her leave and felt his world shift.  He knew something had just changed for him.  And Muireann was the cause of that change.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Back at the market. 

It took several more minutes before Osferth and Finan spied Cael and Muireann at a stall on the far end of the market. Close to the harbor. This was likely so they could keep an eye on their boat and it’s content. Muireann’s gaze was constantly shifting to stare across the water.  As they approached, Finan watched her.  Her eyes continued to return to the water.  Her gaze betrayed a sense of yearning.  

“Our lord would like it if you and your wife could join us in the hall for supper.” Finan said as he approached Cael. “He knows you’ll be departing soon and wishes to send you off with full bellies.” His Irish brogue lilted. 

~~~~~~

The pair had stayed in the village tavern, paying for one of their upstairs rooms. For several nights, a strong storm had indeed blown through the harbor at Coccham.  In that time, one or more of Uhtred’s men had staked a claim drinking and cajoling with the other tavern guests. 

Everyone agreed that the couple gave them the sense of concealed secrets. What the men could not discern was if that secret would be of any importance to them or to Coccham.  

Finan had volunteered to be at the tavern more than the rest of the men. Sihtric had a family and much preferred spending his free time at home when they were not required to be traveling with Uhtred. And Osferth enjoyed the tavern but would have struck everyone as behaving oddly if he had hung around the tavern by himself. He was not one to drink unless with the rest of the men. 

Finan admitted to himself that he was happy to take most of the time at the tavern. The fact was he was desperate to see Muireann again and determine what spark her eyes had ignited in him. He could not shake the feeling that she needed him somehow. And he needed her. 

He felt a sense of urgency where she was concerned.They hadn’t said more than a few pleasantries to each other and yet…

Finan did not believe in destiny like Uhtred. Neither did he NOT believe in it. He had never felt the need to put much stock in it either way. But he found himself thinking about it now. On destiny and Muireann’s eyes. 

~~~~~~

Back at the market

“That is very generous of your lord. My wife and I would be honored to eat at his table. Please give him our regards.” 

“Yes please tell lord Uhtred and the lady Gisela that we look forward to it. Thank you, Finan” Muireann says while meeting his gaze. 

The pull was there once again. Just as strong as before. Finan had to stop himself from reaching out to her. Time had slowed and sounds around them had become muffled. 

Muireann was shaken from their reverie as her husband called her name. 

Cael had shifted to a further stall after giving a farewell to Osferth. Muireann dropped her head and folded her arms across herself as she said goodbye. 

“Coming,” she called to her husband.

She took a final glance at Finan and then shifted her eyes towards the harbor. There, several seals were perched on a rock. 

“That’s an odd sight,” Finan remarked. 

“We don’t usually have seals this far into the harbor. They prefer to stay upstream. Closer to the ocean.”

The seals seemed to be staring at Muireann and Finan. Their dark eyes watching. 

Muireann placed her hand on Finan’s arm, gaining his attention once more. 

“Thank you again for the dinner invitation. If there is ale there that my husband can enjoy then I will appreciate the company.”

“Is your husband not enough company for ya? And what has ale to do with it?” Finan did not know what prompted him to be so forward. But he simply couldn’t shake the feeling she needed help. And she did offer the cryptic information about ale.

“The amount of his company is not to my liking nor is the quality. He… he is not a kind man. In fact he can be cruel. But when he has enough ale, I can” 

But she was unable to finish that thought.  At that instant, Cael’s harsh voice broke through their conversation once more, “Muireann do not linger.” 

“I must go. I do not wish to anger him.” 

With that final comment and all its implications ringing in his head, Finan watched her walk to her husband. 

“So your husband is more tolerable when he’s full of ale.  We will have to ensure that he gets plenty to wet his palette then.” Finan thought to himself.  As he turned to rejoin Osferth and return to the great hall, he did not notice the seal's eyes following Muireann.                             

~~~~

Dinner that evening had gone harmlessly.

Uhtred kept up a lively conversation with Cael throughout the evening. They mainly spoke of travels and common places they had both visited.  The words spoken were amicable enough.  But it did not go unnoticed that Cael stifled any attempt Muireann had at joining in on conversation around the table.  

He would interrupt her or loudly bring the subject back around to himself.  When Gisela and Sihtric both attempted to make conversation with Muireann, Cael answered for her even as she opened her mouth to reply for herself.

The one mistake Cael made was to continue to drink.  Finan made every attempt to casually keep Caels cup full.  And the man did not protest.  As Ceal became inebriated, his controlling demeanor towards Muireann lessened.  He began to lose focus on details of his surroundings, like men do when they drink.  

Muireann, who had noticed what Finan was doing with Cael’s cup, even began to smile at the conversations around her.  Finan saw her shoulders begin to loosen and relax.  

“A song for the sea! That’s what Muireann calls it.  It’s a song sung to bless sea voyages.  She’s the voice of a goddess.”

Somehow the conversation had steered towards superstitions and rituals used in sea voyages.  Uhtred had recounted some of the rituals used by the Danes that were taught to him as a child.  This prompted Cael to drunkenly proclaim that Muireann’s voice would bless all his travels.

“Sing it for everyone, wife.”                      

“They do not wish to hear my song,” Muireann whispered.

“I do,” Finan said, across the table from her.

“Yes, please let us hear this magical song,” Gisela urged, smiling gently at Muireann.

Muireann had looked up to Finan after he spoke.  Their gaze was locked once again.  The edges of their reality began to blur and sounds became muffled once more.     

Cael placed his hand on Muireann’s shoulder, “You will sing it for us, wife.”  His words were a command.

Slowly, Muireann took a breath.  Her eyes were lowered to her lap. As she began to sing, she closed them. A haunting melody that stilled the commotion in the entire hall.  The breezes outside calmed and the waves crashed along the shores.  The seals jumped and danced in the spray.

“I see your face across the sea, 

you're in the waves surrounding me

I hear your voice call on the breeze,

 on the ship out on the ocean”

Slowly Muireann opened her eyes and gazed across the table.

At that moment, Finan knew.  He was captivated by this woman.  He felt it in every sinew of his being. 

She continued to sing closing her eyes or resting their gaze upon Finan.

“Sailing across the sea on a big ship on the ocean

The moon is rising in the East, the stars hang down around her

The bow is arrow to the hearts of the ones we wish to come to home to

But the newly-lit night directs this flight, singing 'The ocean road will guide you.'

I see your face across the sea, you're in the waves surrounding me

I hear your voice call on the breeze, on the ship out on the ocean

When I awake I'll cast my anchor down and dive below

I'll dive into my lover's arms and warm the ocean's cold

Across the sea into our homes, we'll meet again so soon

You'll be with me across the sea on the ship out on the ocean

I see your face across the sea, you're in the waves surrounding me

I hear your voice call on the breeze, on the ship out on the ocean

I see your face across the sea, you're in the waves surrounding me

I hear your voice call on the breeze, on the ship out on the ocean

On the ship out on the ocean, on the ship out on the ocean”                            

As Muireann’s gentle and soothing voice fades, so does the spell that held the hall entranced.  

“Your voice is a gift, Muireann.  Truly. Thank you for singing to us,” Gisela told her.

“Thank you, Lady.  I do not often sing for others.” Muireann replies as she returned her gaze down to her lap.  Throughout her song, if her eyes were not closed, they were connected to Finan’s.

Just then Cael snored.  He had fallen asleep, her song acting as a lullaby.  His head rested on the table while his hand still held his ale cup.

Everyone stifled their laughter and then continued to eat and talk. 

~~~~~

Slowly, the dinner began to come to an end.  Muireann kept sending uneasy glances at her husband.  Finally, she stood up and asked to excuse herself.  

“My husband will not move until dawn, I am afraid Lord.  He is a sound sleeper when drunk.  I feel this is a horrible way to ..” but her words had been cut off by Uhtred.

“Think nothing of it, Muireann.  He can sleep it off here.  I have guards positioned and no harm will come to him.”

“Thank you.  If you’ll excuse me then Lord Uhtred.  I will retire to the tavern.  I would like to rest before we depart in the morning.”

“Of course, lady.”

With that Muireann lifted herself from the table and walked towards the door.

Finan was standing by the doorway speaking with Sihtric before he went home to his family.  Sihtric had not missed the intensity between the trader's wife and his friend.  He cautioned his friend against making unnecessary enemies.  

“You don’t understand, Sihtric.  She is in peril.”

“Did she tell you that?  We all see that he is an ass.  She does not seem happy, but many women are unhappy with their marriage.  That does not mean she…”

Sihtric’s words are stopped as Muireann approaches them.  Both men have noticed her change in demeanor.  She breathed heavily and her eyes kept darting back to the still form of her husband.  

“Are you alright, Muireann?” Finan asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Finan, I… No I am…” She took a frantic breath.  “No, this may be my only chance.”  Muireann said.

“Only chance?” Sihtric questioned.

Muireann glanced at him then down to the ground.  

“Cael has something of mine.  Something precious.”  She drew her eyes up to Finan’s and spoke with more conviction.  “He holds it captive.  He has never given me even the slightest chance to retrieve it,” She spoke.  “But tonight, I will,” She finished.

Finan looks to Sihtric and then back to Muireann.  Those eyes like the sea.  He was drowning in them.

“We will do what we can to help you.” Finn did not know what to make of her words.  “We will do what we can to protect you.   Sihtric, keep watch on Cael and I will come with you Muireann.” Sihtric’s mouth had drawn to a tight line. He gave a short nod while looking past Muireann towards her husband. 

“Thank you.” She took Finan’s hand.

“Thank you both,” she gave Sihtric’s arm a squeeze.

Then she was past them and speeding to the tavern.  

Once they were at the tavern, Finan stood outside her door keeping watch.

He could hear her rummaging through their goods, turning over furniture, looking everywhere.  He also heard her speaking to herself frantically, in a language he did not know. After several minutes, she opened the door with tears pooling in her eyes.  

“It is not here.  It isn’t here” Muireann told him.  Her words were distraught.

Finan took her shoulders in his hands.  “Hey, hey.  I will help ya.  I will keep you safe”

Muireann was mumbling to herself.  Some words in English and others in that strange foreign tongue.  She did not hear him.

Finan grasped her chin gently in his hand and tilted her head to look up at him. “Muireann, , it will be alright.  I won’t let him harm you.  We will find it.” Finan shifted his palm to cup Muireaan’s cheek. His thumb made gentle strokes along the curve of her face. 

Muireann’s eyes brim with unshed tears. 

She took a long shaking breath and leaned into Finan’s hand. 

“I would have liked to have met you that day on the beach, instead of my husband. I do not think I would mind you holding me.”

“I do not understand. Muireann… help me understand,” Finan voiced with uncontrolled concern. He touched his forehead to hers. 

The moment was broken when the two heard Cael screaming in a voice hoarse from ale. 

“Muireann...Muireann!”

Muireann took a steadying breath then turned and walked down the stairs and out to meet Cael. He stood outside the tavern, breathing heavy and wavering as if standing on waves.  

Sihtric was running towards them attempting to keep himself between Cael and Muireann. He had a large bruise forming around one eye and a small line of blood mingled in his hair under his nose. 

“Where were you Muireann?” Cael barked at her. He did not attempt to reach her. The two warriors blocked his path. 

When she didn’t answer him, he spoke again. His voice quieter and with more malice. 

“Where were you?”  

Muireann brought her eyes to meet his gaze.  She walked between the warriors and took two more steps towards Cael.  Still silent.

By now, Osferth and Uhtred were standing watching the wordless exchange take place as well.

Muireann kept her eyes locked with Cael.  

Then he understood.  

She was looking for it.

And that was when he made his second mistake that evening.  Upon instinct, Cael’s eye could not help but flit towards his carefully selected hiding place, the stables across the square.  

Muireann didn’t miss his look.  And she remembered him visiting the stables with Uhtred upon their arrival, claiming they may carry on their journey on foot.  He must have hidden it there.

Quick as lightening, Muireann had bolted towards the stables.  Equally as fast, shocking for someone so drunk, Cael lunged forward and grabbed her arm whipping her back.  The back of his hand connected with her cheek with a loud crack.

In the next instant, the men were in action.  

Sihtric and Finan restrained Cael but not before Finan placed a few well aimed blows to his gut.

Osferth ran to Muirann’s side and helped her rise to her feet.  She brought her hand to her temple and gripped Osferth’s arm to steady herself.

“ I will not tolerate someone to strike a woman in my presence,” Uhtred spoke.

“Just let me take my wife and we will leave.  You will need never see us again.”

“I will not leave with you,” Muireann spat.

“You must. I hold you. Your will cannot overcome it” Cael spat back.

“Of what do you speak? You hold her?” Uhtred asked.

“She can never leave me. I …” Cael began.

His words were stopped short as Muireann drew a blade across his throat.

As Uhtred had gathered Cael’s attention from her, Muireann had grabbed the dagger from Finan’s belt.

Sihtric and Finan dropped Cael and the warriors all remained silent.

Muireann panted as she watched Cael’s eyes dull and the life leave his body. She looked up to Finan.  As he took a hesitant step towards her, she dropped his knife.

Then, as if compelled by an unseen force, Muireann streaked towards the stables.  It was as if she ran for her very life.  From the still form of her husband, the warriors.  From Finan.

When Muireann reached the stables, she wrenched open the doors and sank to her knees in the first empty stall.  Buried underneath the rushes, she found it.  A small wooden chest, locked.  

Muireann picked up the chest and with the strength of five men, hurled it at the stable wall.  The chest, weathered and sea worn, cracked into splinters.

Muireann grabbed the contents and ran towards the river.  Her breath was coming in gasps and her motions were frantic.  Once she reached the river, she continued along it until she reached a clearing with a small beach.

Muireann had removed her dress and was stepping out of it as she heard Finan approach her from behind.  Muireann swung around to face him.  He was not alone, but he was the only one her heart could see.  

Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth had stopped at the bank on the top of the clearing.  They allowed Finan to walk towards Muireann.  She clutched the contents of the box to her chest.  So hard that her knuckles were white.  Finally, Finan got within arms reach of Muireann.

He stopped and she stared at him with wide, terrified eyes

Finan held up his hands, “We won’t hurt ya, Muireann.  I won’t hurt ya.”

“I know.  I meant it when I said I don’t think I would mind if you had a hold on me.  If you kept me bound to you.”

“What are you talking about, Muireann.  I don’t understand.  What did he do to you?  What did he keep to bind you to him?” Finan’s voice was desperate for answers.  For understanding.

“I will return.  Near midsummer’s eve, look for me from the river,” She whispered.

Slowly, Muireann backed away and careful to never lose grip of her precious bundle from the box, she slipped her shift from her shoulders.  It fell away and lay at her feet.  

She never broke eye contact with Finan. 

They all watched her. 

Transfixed.  

Under her spell.

Muireann walked slowly into the water letting herself glide backwards.  She was going home.  Her head slipped below the surface and they all waited with baited breath.  

A few moments later and slightly closer to shore, a seal broke the surface of the water.  The sleek, beautiful creature stared at them all with human eyes.  Her gaze lingered the longest on Finan.  Then she slipped back under the dark waters and was gone.  The seals from the harbor slipped away into the depths to join her.

“A selkie” Finan whispered.

“Was that..?” Sihtric asked.  The companions had walked up to stand next to Finan on the shore.

“She’s a selkie.”

Osferth stared at Finan questioningly.  

Uhtred answered for his brother.  “She is one of the seal folk.  Shapeshifters.  Seals who can shed their skins to reveal a human form,” he spoke, entranced.  None of them could believe what they had witnessed.  Uhtred continued, “If a man takes a selkie woman’s skin and keeps it from her, she can never leave him.  She can not be without her skin.  That is how Muireann’s husband was holding her captive”

“We will see her again, Finan.  She will return to you.” Sihtric said. “ She looks at you like my Ealswith looks at me. And how Gisela looks to Uhtred.  I noticed it in the hall.  She will return.”

“Aye,” Finan said, with tears in his eyes.  “And when she does, I will not hold her captive. But I will love her.  By the sweet lord, our God, I will love that woman.”

A few notes:

Moodboard is mostly stock photography found on Google/Pinterest.  The top left corner is Woman in Tattered Dress by the Stormy Sea by Jill Battaglia.  The song in the story is Across the Sea by The Wailin’ Jennys.

Muireann - An irish name meaning "sea white, sea fair". Pronunciation is like the surname of the actress Helen Mirren, but with the spin of a w sound after the initial M.

Cael - An irish name meaning “narrow, slender”.  Pronunciation is like kale, the leafy vegetable.

[angstysebfan]

Laser-Like Focus - Chapter 2

Pairing:  Bucky x reader

Summary: You met Bucky while working with the Avengers. You fell in love and got married. One thing you had in common was to kill all members of HYDRA. Bucky for his known reasons, and you because they killed your parents in front of you when you were a little girl. Soon your focus on HYDRA pulled you and Bucky apart. He decided to leave the Avengers and after a long separation, sent you divorce papers. He comes back to get the signed papers, as he is about to get married again. But everything with you and Buck is an adventure.

Bucky takes a deep breath as he continues to make his way upstate. He is in his new black pick-up truck that was a gift from the woman sitting next to him, for his new job. That’s right, Bucky Barnes is now a proud member of the Secret Service. He will be taking care of the Governor of New York, starting 3 weeks from now. 

As he continues to drive he taps his flesh fingers on the steering wheel. “Are you nervous,” the woman next to him asks. He looks at her and smirks, “Nervous? Nah. Why, do I look nervous?” he asks. “Well no... yes,” she responds with a guilty smile. Bucky sighs, “I just want to get this over with so that we can move on with our lives,” he says as he takes her hand and brings it to his lips to kiss.

“But she said she signed the papers,” she asks. Bucky nods, “That’s what she told Steve,” he says. “Do you believe her?” she asks. Bucky gives her hand a squeeze, “I do,” he says as he pulls into the long driveway toward the compound. As he got closer to the building, his heart started to pound. This was the first time he has been here since you both separated, and this will be the first time seeing/talking to you since he filed for divorce. 

Divorce was never what he wanted. He loved you with every fiber of his being, but you were so focused on you attack on HYDRA, that you didn’t have anything left to give him. While he understood your reasoning, he hoped that having him and a potential future together would help you focus on better things. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, so after the separation did nothing to change your mind, he finally decided to file for divorce. It killed him to know that he was no longer going to have you in his life. 

Not long after filing, he met Melissa. They met while he was walking out of therapy, and she was heading to an appointment. She asked for his number, which he was hesitant to give, but decided to give it a try. They talked on the phone and through texts for a few weeks before he finally asked her out on a date. They have been together ever since.

Bucky parks his truck right in front of the building and steps out of the car. As Melissa comes round front, he reaches for her hand and walks into the compound. Sam is the first one to notice their arrival, “Well if it isn’t the Tinman!” Sam shouts before running up and giving Bucky a bro hug. “How ya doin’ man?” he asks pulling out of the hug. “I’m good tweety bird,” Bucky says with a laugh.

Sam looks at Melissa and smiles as Bucky makes introductions, “Honey, this is Sam. He has been with Steve since they found me, Sam this is Melissa,” he says. Bucky shakes Melissa’s hand, “Nice to meet you,” Sam and Melissa say. “Listen Sam, where is Y/N?” Bucky asks. Sam sobers up for a moment before smirking, “She is up in her room, going over plans for the next HYDRA mission. You know she runs a whole division now?” he asks. Bucky nods, “Yea Steve told me,” he says.

“Listen, Melissa you stay here with Sam, while I run upstairs. I won’t be long, and Sam why don’t you explain to Melissa, what it is you actually do here,” Bucky says with a pat to Sam’s back. “Yea you would be dead if it wasn’t for me, man,” Sam says with a laugh, before grabbing Melissa’s hand and leading her to the common room.

Bucky takes the elevator to his former floor that he shared with you. His mind is running a mile a minute, not sure how the conversation is going to go. He starts walking toward your room, trying to keep his breathing calm and even. As he walks up to the door that leads to the bedroom he shared with you he sees its open. He steps into the doorway and leans against the frame as he watches you focused on your computer.

“Hey Y/N/N,” he says looking at you. Your y/e/c eyes meet his beautiful blue ones, and for the first time in a long time you feel calm. “Hey Bucky,” you respond with a kind smile, which he returns. You stand up as he walks over, “What are you working on?” he asks. “Oh, um... I have spies in all major cities looking for HYDRA intel, and there might be something in New York, so I was just reading over notes,” you say. 

“HYDRA has been out of control,” you say, but Bucky cuts in, “Yea, um so about the divorce papers,” he says. You look at him as he opens his mouth to continue, but Wanda walks in, “Hey Y/N?” she says holding a file. “Excuse me,” you say before walking over to Wanda, who hands you a file. You wave her in and place the file next to your computer, looking at the pictures in the file, compared to what is written on your computer.

“So you want the papers?” you ask as you continue to look at the films. “I did come all the way up here for them,” Bucky says. You close the file and hands it back to Wanda, “Tell Tony that we need to be ready to run with this. We are close here,” you say before Wanda nods and leaves. You take a deep breath, as this conversation is not going the way you planned.

“So what’s the rush you act like you’re getting married again,” you say as you close out of your files on your computer. “I am,” he says softly. You close your laptop and look at him for a moment. You some guilt and sadness in his eyes, meanwhile you are trying to hold your composure, as this is not what you expected when you heard he was coming.

“Oh,” you say softly as you open the drawer where the divorce papers are in. You hand them to him, and as he looks over them, you quickly take you wedding ring off and put it in the drawer, praying he didn’t see it. As Bucky continues to look over the papers, you stand up and walk towards your door, not wanting to continue. “Woah, wait, wait wait,” Bucky says, forcing you to turn and look at him. He shows you one of the pages, “You missed a page,” he says.

You walk over and take the stack of papers from his hands and looks at the page where your signature is missing. “Where did this come from?” you ask as you look over the other pages quickly. You start reading the document, before you hear Bucky scoff, “What are you doing?” he asks. “Can I read it first?” you ask as you continue to read the document. “No. It’s the same as it was in December,” he says. “I didn’t read it in December” you say.

“Christ can you just sign the form so we can get out of here?” he says handing you a pen, “Please?” You look at him for a moment, “We? She’s here?” you ask surprised. “Yes she’s here, she is downstairs with Sam, now can you please sign the paper?” Bucky asks frustrated, thrusting the pen at you. You wince, “You left her with Sam what is the matter with you?” you ask as you head toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks. “I want to meet her,” you quickly reply as you walk toward the elevator. “No you don’t,” Bucky replies following you, but quickly realizes the papers are still on the desk. “Fuck,” he mumbles as he runs back into the room, knowing you are already in the elevator. He grabs the forms and runs back toward the elevator.

By the time he gets down you are shaking Melissa’s hand, “Hi Melissa, I’m Y/N,” you say. “Nice to meet you,” she relies nervously. “Bucky was just telling me the good news,” you say. “Which?” replies looking at Bucky. “Us. Marriage,” Bucky says giving her a small smile. You smile at her, “Congratulations, that’s great news” you say. 

“I’m sure it seems kind of sudden,” she responds. “Seems sudden?” you ask, confused by her statement. “Well we just wanted to get married before Bucky started his new job,” she says smiling at him with pride. “Oh that’s right, that’s right, secret service agent,” you say. “What?” Bucky responds to you. “What? I said secret service agent,” you say. “It’s the way you said it,” Bucky argues.

“I didn’t say it any way, if you have a problem being a secret service agent, then...” Bucky interrupts, “I don’t have a problem being a secret service agent.” Just then you see the black truck outside and walk out toward it. Bucky following you, giving Melissa shrug of the shoulders. “Bucky?” she whispers, “Did she sign them?” Bucky rolls his eyes, “Give me a moment,” he says.

He heads outside where you are, as you circling the truck. “Wow new truck?” you ask. “Yeah,” he responds. “Well, new job, new truck, new wife, it’s like a whole new you,” you say sadly. “Y/N...” Bucky says softly walking toward you. “This is very awkward,” you say. “I know,” he responds walking up next to you. “I thought you would be coming here alone,” you say looking into his eyes.

Bucky sighs, “I wasn’t expecting to come here at all, but you never sent the papers back,” he says. “I... I guess I was...” you were interrupted by Nat running outside. “Y/N, we got them. 2 HYDRA informants in New York, if we leave now, we can catch them,” she says. You look at Bucky who looks at you sadly. You turn toward Nat, “Let’s go,” you say before running in.

Melissa watches as the team runs past her toward the locker rooms. Bucky walks in and wraps an arm around her, “It’s ok, this is what they are trained to do,” he says. He starts to lead Melissa out toward the truck, “Did she sign the papers?” Melissa asks. “Oh shit!” Bucky responded. “She didn’t?” Melissa asks, slightly annoyed. 

“Maybe we can catch her before she takes off, come on!” Bucky says as they run toward the quinjet loading station. As they get out there, the quinjet with you takes off heading toward New York. Bucky sighs in defeat, hating that he allowed you to distract him from getting those papers signed. He looks over to the smaller quinjet, “Come on, we can take this one, go to New York, have her sign them and be back in no time,” he says, pulling Melissa toward the smaller quinjet.

He buckles her in quickly and takes off, following the known path toward New York. He wanted to get this done as quickly as possible.

--

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

So Bucky is slightly dickish here, but ya know I also understand why he wants to move on. He wants a normal life, which is not wrong. Feedback is appreciated.

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[moral-turpitudes]

ong head canon of moving to small heath and being known for being in another gang and falling in love with finn!! thank u if u do it!!

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Headcanon Pair: Finn Shelby x Reader

A/N: Hope this doesn’t suck too bad, no matter how many times I make headcanons I end up making them like lil oneshots lmao.

Okay so you’d be kind of like a messenger for the infamous Billy Kimber and his men. He’d hire you because he took a liking to how you worked around the tracks in London and always managed to be the person who didn’t rat on him when he’d fuck up the races. So he decided to hire you one day which brought more money in and got you acquainted with weapons.

But since Kimber always had something up his sleeves, he had the bright idea for you to move to Small Heath to keep an eye on the blinders who were causing him trouble.

After a while of living there and discreetly observing the gang in bars and outings, you eventually reported back enough interesting things to pique Kimber’s interest.

But one day Kimber called you in and said you were joining them for a meeting, not knowing you’d be face-to-face with the men you’ve spied on for months.

When Finn first saw you with them, he almost did a double take. Like he’d look back at where he remembered you’d sat in the garrison, and whip his head back to you. His brow raised as he tried to piece together how someone like you would be working for a man as deplorable as Billy fucking Kimber.

Tbh y’all would probably eye-fuck each other, knowing that any known interaction between the two of you would be grounds for a stand-off. But being the younger members of your respected gangs, you’d find ways around that.

You were especially good at finding places to meet, often wearing unsuspecting clothes so it wouldn’t be as obvious you worked for a man of money and such.

Finn would be paranoid af though, constantly looking over his shoulder since his brothers ran the streets.

Since he’s a newbie with the whole killing thing, you’d get a kick out of showing him how to shoot, knowing that his brothers would bug him about it on later missions and how he’d have to lie and say Isiah taught him.

Even though a lot of the relationship would be in secret though, you were eventually found out after tensions at the track one day.

This ended up putting both of you at risk, making Finn frantically meet you one day outside your apartment.

“Y/N you have to stay here, Kimber and his men are coming and it’s not safe.” He said, making you chuckle.

“I think I know what to expect Shelby. I’ve worked with the man for years. I’ll stay here but only because I love ya.” You’d say, pecking him on the lips before he went off towards the garrison. His gun loaded and peaked cap on as you nervously watched from your window.

It was a classic stand-off in the middle of the street. Your boss strolling in with all of his men, most of them old good-for-nothing horse trainers and men who had a mean-streak.

It was amusing, watching your boss get torn into by the Shelby clan, but even though he’d been downright miserable to listen to, he was still the one who paid your bills. So when things got tense and Thomas shot him in the head, your heart sank a little.

If that wasn’t awkward enough, you eventually had to meet the family of the young man you loved knowing that it probably wouldn’t go over well.

“So you’re telling me you’ve been tracking us the whole time? And-and Finn...sweet Finny-boy...you’ve been sneaking off with a member of Kimber’s gang this whole time?” Arthur would drunkenly ask.

“Guess they’re right for each other. Never bloody knew.” Polly would say, shaking her head with a slight smirk, knowing you were never really a threat, just a messenger for the man.

It would probably be chill after this, but you would always feel like Thomas would be a tad bit paranoid if he wasn’t paranoid enough already. Knowing he doesn’t like it when people know his gangs business.

[melissa-kenobi]

Surprises

[Poe Dameron x Reader]

A/N: BTW I don't know much about Poe's mum but I did try my best, some of it may not be accurate but you can pretend it is.. :)

"Quickly Dameron!" You whispered hurriedly as you tug on his orange jumpsuit, urging him to follow you. You take a few steps forward before he slips his hand into yours as he follows you behind, looking a sweet soft lost puppy.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Too eager fo-" You cut him off by slapping a hand across his chest as he lets out a small huff of pain before closing his mouth and seeing his friends up ahead. Finn, Rey and his wonderful droid BB-8 were waiting for the two of you to go for some celebratory drinks, but Poe had other ideas for you.

The minute his X-Wing had landed, he'd rushed to General Organa, handing in his report as quick as possible, avoiding contact with anyone else before taking a shower and finding you. Oh boy had you teased Poe during his mission, he was all worked up from a successful mission and your teasing. If his squadron wasn't with him, and yours, he was pretty sure he would have made you land on the closet planet with him as he took you in the seat of his X-Wing, or yours, he didn't really care. But alas, Poe was unlucky, the minute he had found you, you were already tugging him to meet his friends. Not even a single congratulations kiss had you given him but a small slap on his chest as he proposed staying in bed with you and skipping out on drinks.

"Y/N..." Poe complained as he slumped on your shoulder. "Can't we stay here...? I'll sure we'll have a much better time than having drinks.." His rough fingers trailing down your back, sending tingles down your spine, to slap your bottom as he tugged you back against him, stopping you still in your tracks.

"Poe Dameron!" You whisper-yelled as you stumbled against him, feeling a thick bump against the back of your thigh as Poe slowly grinded against you, small soft moans tumbling out his mouth as he pleasured himself on you. His arms tightening on your hips as he guided your movements.

"You better stop that right now, or so god help me, I will get Leia on your case!" You pulled away from him, stopping his ministrations on you as you stomped over to your friends. You knew Poe, and you knew he would stop at nothing till he got what he wanted, but you were prepared. It's not that you didn't want to be with him, it's just Rey, Finn and BB-8 had planned a surprise party for him, considering today was his birthday and you wanted him to celebrate it with his friends and not just you. Although mind you, you wouldn't mind giving him his present later on, one that you know he would definitely enjoy.

"You're a tease L/N, you know that?" Poe groaned in frustration as he followed behind, awkwardly shuffling behind you, using you as cover to hide his hard on.

You didn't reply, only sent him a sly wink before greeting Finn with a hug. "Hey Finn!"

"Hey sparky! Been a while hasn't it?"

"Well you're practically off with Poe everyday, I barely see you guys! Rey, you included!" You laugh as Rey pulls you into a soft hug, hands rubbing up and down your back.

"I know! But at least we've got today!" Rey winks, well at least tries to secretively wink at you but fails, resulting in Finn steering Poe towards the bar. Finn secretively whispering something in Poe's ears made you look at him curiously.

"C'mon Y/N. He's been fussy the minute he stepped off his X-Wing." Rey complained as she hooked her arm into yours, following Finn and Poe at a distance, giving them some sort of privacy.

"Tell me about it. I accidentally said one thing and next thing you know, he can't keep it in his pants!" You whispered to Rey.

"Gosh, I don't know how you put up with him!"

You sigh and let out a soft smile in content, neither do you to be honest, but you wouldn't trade him for anything else in the world. He was yours to keep, and you were his. "Neither do I Rey, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

***

The party was in full swing, Poe was mildly surprised that his friends has thrown him a party for his birthday considering the importance of the mission that they had just had, but he was pleased to be with them nonetheless. Although, he was disappointed, you had been avoiding him the entire night which only made him wonder what on earth had you planned for him?

After a while of searching for you, receiving congratulations and birthday blessings, and the occasional drunk kiss from Finn, you had ended up finding him. "Hey birthday boy!" You greeted, sliding up behind him as you planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped around him as you placed your chin on his shoulder.

"Hey sweet girl, I've been looking for you everywhere." Poe turned in your arms as he cupped your face. "You've been slippery all day, haven't even had the chance to kiss you."

"Is that so?"

Poe only nods as he spies Finn and Rey watching the two of you. "You know I love our friends, bu-"

"Are they coming over?" You smiled, eyes wide. Poe let out a small groan as she buried his head in your shoulder.

"Hey lovebirds!" Finn drunkenly spoke as he swayed around, Rey having to keep him steady. You simply raised an eye in concern at Finn before he giggled. "So when is the surprise happening? Or has it already happened?"

Rey immediately slapped a hand over Finns mouth as she looked apologetically at you, while BB8 bumped against your leg, bleeping rapidly.

"What surprise?" Poe looked at your curiosity, his hand squeezing your side, almost hinting he knew what it was.

"Nothing! There's no surprise!" You squealed as you pulled away from Poe, letting out a small laugh as you tumbled into Rey.

"Y/N, tell him.." Rey nudged you, while Finn sent a wink Poes' way, which looked oddly strange while BB-8 whirred at Poe secretively.

"BB-8! What are you telling him?!" You abruptly pulled yourself together as you turned on your shared droid who only beeped mischievously, head rolling around looking between you and Poe.

"He said you have a surprise for me and it involves our X-Wings...?" Poe treaded carefully, a smirked etched onto his face as he watched for your reaction.

"It was a surprise." You rolled your eyes at BB-8. "C'mon Dameron, lemme show you what it is." You marched ahead, not waiting to check if Poe was following or not.

***

Much to Poe's disappointment, the two of had gotten in your X-Wings and were heading to a random planet where your surprise was. It wasn't really much of a plan but you wanted to spend some time with Poe away from your jobs, the resistance, even if was just for a short period of time - and you had the idea of proposing to him. It may have seen like a sudden move for the two of you, but with the war raging on, you couldn't help but want to tie the knot with Poe. Having him as your husband sent a warm feeling down your spine, you hoped he only felt the same.

"Black Leader, see that smaller island there?" You spoke through your comms.

"Oh so are we back to codenames now?" Poe teased through the comms.

You rolled your eyes as you ignored him and began descent, lowering your X-Wing getting ready for the surprise.

"Is this my surprise?" Poe asked genuinely curious as to why you had brought him here.

"You'll see Dameron."

***

After getting out of your X-Wings, you guided Poe to a hilltop, overlooking the night seas as he cuddled into you. There was a small picnic, covered with food ranging from Naboos sweetest delicacies, to Coruscants' meaty food. The bottle of Correlian whiskey caught Poe's eye as he knew of difficult it was to get a hold of and you did. Poe's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the small setup.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart!" You smiled as you shyly glanced at his expression.

"Y/N... sparky, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me..." Poe whispered in happiness as he pulled you into a hug. His eyes watering slowly as he sniffed away the tears.

"I did. You deserve the world Poe." You smiled.

You watched as Poe pulled away from you, his eyes watching your soft expression as he cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before dropping to one knee, his hand shuffling around in his pocket as he pulled out a small box. Your eyes began to water as you watched the love of your life stumble on his words.

"Sparky... Y/N... I... I've had this ring with me for the past few weeks ... well my entire life." Poe let out a small smile as he opens the case, revealing the ring, his mother's ring. The one he always kept on a necklace around his neck.

"Poe.." You gasped, covering your mouth as the tears slipped out your eyes.

"My mother gave me her ring before she passed. I never saw her after the battle on Naboo, this is the last reminder I have of her. She was a strong, courageous woman and I wish you would have met her. She would have loved you." Poe lets out little sniff, causing you to fall to the ground in front of him, holding his hands in yours as he smiles before he continues.

"I swore that I would always give this to the person who meant the most to me, who I shared that love with."

"So Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes, a million times yes Poe!" He pulled your towards him, kissing your lips roughly as he cradled your body in his arms, both your faces filled with salty tears as he pulled away and slipped the ring on your finger. He leaned back against the tree, his arms wrapped around your body as your head slipped to his chest, your ring hand laying on his chest, just where his heart is.

"Poe?"

"Mmmh, yes sweetheart?"

You shuffled around in your space as you fished out the little box you had hidden. "I was going to propose to you today, but it seemed you beat me to it."

Poe let out a belly laugh, chest rumbling as his lips instantly found their way to your cheek. "What did ya expect? I'm the best pilot in the galaxy! Of course I'd do it first!" He laughed as you slipped the ring on his finger.

"Second best. I think you've missed a key word." You teased.

"Oh yeah? You think so?"

"Mmh I know so..." You smirked.

Poe let out a little huff before rapidly flipping you onto the ground, his hands holding your wrists above your head as he hovered over you, his warm breath touching your face.

"Why don't I show you instead?"

***

[madpanda75]

“Taking Chances Part 9: Love, Tequila, and Ice Cream”

And we’re back!!!!! So to give you a brief recap, Rafael and the reader left the Carisi house in a huff after the reader gave Sonny “the slap heard around the world.” Find out what happens next in this latest chapter. Words are said, sexy times happen. It’s fluffy, smutty fun....for now 😉💕

NSFW: Sex by the fireplace! Can ya’ dig it??? 😜💥🔥

Rafael adjusted his grip on the steering wheel as he drove across the Verrazano Bridge. Occasionally he would glance over at you sitting in the passenger seat with your head down and your hands gently folded in your lap. 

Rafael cleared his throat. “So should we go to my place or yours?”

You grunted out a monotone syllable in response.

“Ok, your place it is,” he said with a sigh, turning on the blinker and making a right turn towards your apartment.

Once back at your place, you immediately went to the living room and started a fire. Your apartment may have been a shoebox, but the wood burning fireplace was a definite perk. When you first moved in, the notion of a struggling artist pouring her heart and soul onto the canvas beside a roaring fire seemed romantic and bohemian. 

While you stroked the flames to life, Rafael stood there with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Cold night, huh?” He inwardly cringed at having been reduced to commenting on the weather.

“Mmhmm,” you replied.

“Two syllables. That’s progress,” he thought. Maybe by the end of the night, you would utter an actual word. After several minutes of deafening silence, he made yet another feeble attempt at conversation. “Your mom is a wonderful cook.”

“Hmmm,” you grunted.

“That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.” Rafael crouched down next to you and took your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your eyes were still shiny with tears, your nose bright red. 

It was the first time since leaving your parents’ house that you had looked at him or even acknowledged his presence apart from the occasional mumble. “I know this afternoon was a complete disaster, but I can’t take this anymore. Please say something. Anything.”

Your bottom lip quivered before blurting out, “He cheated on me!” As soon as the words escaped your lips, you crumbled into a heap on the floor, sobbing. 

Rafael gathered you into his arms, running his hands through your hair, rocking back and forth. You clung to him, wetting his brand new Tom Ford dress shirt. But neither of you could care less. After all, he knew what it was like to be betrayed.  Once you calmed down, he asked, “So tequila or ice cream?” 

“Both,” you replied with a hiccup and a very loud unladylike sniffle.

Rafael got up and walked over to your kitchen to grab the bottle of Tequila Ocho Reposado you had hidden in your cupboard behind the cheap stuff before rummaging in your freezer for the pint of Haagen-Dazs’ Chocolate Chocolate Chip. He smiled when he saw the post-it note you had left on the frozen dessert.

“This ice cream is the personal property of Y/N Carisi. DO NOT TOUCH OR PREPARE TO MEET A VIOLENT SUDDEN DEATH!” 

He handed you a spoon and a glass. “Why do you have a death threat on your ice cream?” 

“Sometimes Teresa or Gina crash here after partying or a bad date. They’re notorious for stealing my secret stash of junk food.” You pulled the cork out of the tequila bottle with your teeth and drank straight from the bottle. 

Several smooth swigs of alcohol and an unfortunate brain freeze later, you and Rafael sat in front of the fire and swapped war stories. Although he had briefly mentioned being cheated on by his childhood ex-girlfriend, Yelina; tonight he shared more with you than he ever had with anyone. How heartbroken he was. The humiliation. How after such a betrayal he wondered if he ever could trust someone ever again. 

Likewise, you felt safe enough to stop skirting around the ex situation and finally tell the truth about Theo. “We were supposed to go to some bakery in Staten Island to sample cakes for our wedding, but Theo told me he wasn’t feeling well and asked if we could reschedule. I didn’t think anything of it at the time.” You snorted a laugh as you scraped the last bit of ice cream out of the container. “How stupid was I?”

“Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend that way.” Rafael wiped away a spot of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

“Later on that day, I came home with some ribollita and tea.”

“Ribollita?” 

“It’s an Italian bread and vegetable soup. My mom would make it for us whenever we’re sick or sad,” you explained. 

“When I walked inside, I saw a trail of clothes and heard a girl’s giggle coming from down the hall. I followed the sound, opened the bedroom door, and saw him with Lacey. The 21 year old bimbo who worked at the dry cleaners down the street,” you said in such a bitter tone that Rafael could feel the acerbic bite in his bones. Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.

 “It had been going on for months. Apparently, she had been doing way more than spot treatments and pressing his pants. I dumped the soup on his 500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, threw the ring at his forehead, and left. He never followed me. He never fought for us.” You shook your head and took another shot of tequila when your phone began to buzz and dance across the floor. It was your brother. Since leaving your parents’ house he had called ten times-- a new record for him.

Rafael watched as you shut off your phone and tossed it over to the couch. While Sonny was not his favorite person by any means, he knew how important your brother was to you. The last thing he wanted out of this relationship was to come between you and your family. Not only did he firmly believe they would despise him for it, but above all else he had a gnawing fear that you would resent him for driving that wedge. “You know, you’re going to have to talk to him eventually.”

You scoffed, “I never want to speak to Sonny again. I hate him.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

You rolled your eyes. As usual Rafael was right, but that didn’t mean you had to give in and be the first person to offer an olive branch. Sonny was a colossal jerk and he needed to learn a lesson. 

“He’s just looking out for you,” Rafael continued. “In his own sick and twisted way.”

You arched a brow at your boyfriend. “So how much did you overhear when Sonny and I were in the kitchen?”

Rafael shrugged and averted his gaze, suddenly incredibly fascinated with the  pattern on your rug. “Not much. Snippets really.”

“So pretty much all of it?”

“Pretty much,” he confirmed. “Did...did you ever love him?” 

There was a pregnant pause before you responded. Rafael stared into the fire, watching the flames dance and flicker, unable to face you. Of course he already knew the answer was yes. You were a hopeless romantic. But the idea of you loving another man, planning a future with them, made his stomach knot up.

 “I thought I did once. But it was different. I can see that now.”

Rafael nodded thoughtfully and grabbed the ice cream carton and bottle of tequila to take back into the kitchen. “How so?” 

“Theo and I grew up together. We were childhood sweethearts. The only reason we got engaged is because that’s what people expected of us. It was the next step. But looking back, I realized I was complacent and complacency does not equal love.” 

You glanced over at a picture on the coffee table of you and Rafael. You had taken it one lazy Sunday morning in bed, Rafael was kissing your cheek, his bed head sticking out in all directions while you were laughing hysterically. What the picture didn’t capture was that he was tickling that one spot right under your ribcage. You smiled fondly at that happy moment frozen in time.  “Love should be scary. It’s taking chances. It’s thrilling. I never felt that with Theo. I feel all those things when I’m with you. I love you.”

Rafael walked back into the living room, completely stunned by your declaration. “What did you say?”

“I love you?” you said with a shrug, feeling a wave of nerves. Perhaps you had jumped the gun.

Rafael plopped down on the rug beside you. He had realized early on in the relationship that he loved you, but always chalked it up to indigestion and brushed his feelings aside. He never believed you would reciprocate so soon. “Are you sure?” He turned towards you and cupped your face. “This isn’t just the tequila and ice cream talking. You’re not drunk or on a raging sugar high?”

You giggled and mimicked his movements, cupping his cheeks. “I promise I am not under any influence of any kind. I love you, Rafael Barba. With every fiber of my being, I love you.” 

A tear slipped down your cheek which he brushed away. “I love you too.” He leaned forward and captured your lips with a kiss. Parting your mouth with his tongue, his touch was gentle yet commanding. Your toes were beginning to curl.

A heat crept up your body and you started to undo the top few buttons of your dress. Out of the corner of his eye, Rafael spied a flash of emerald green against your skin and stopped his ministrations.

“What’s the matter?” you asked out of breath.

He ignored your question and tugged your dress aside a little more, revealing the silk emerald green corset. The corset that you had taunted him with when you invited him to lunch on Sunday. The corset that he had envisioned ripping to shreds with his teeth.

You giggled and blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “With all the drama, I forgot I had this on.”

“You mean...you wore this to church?” 

You slowly nodded your head. “And to my parents’ house.”

Rafael was already rock hard, but now he was on the brink of coming in his pants at the mere thought of you wearing this sinful lingerie underneath your demure dress all day-- piously praying at St. Thomas; helping your mother with her marinara sauce in the kitchen. “Stand up so I can see you better,” he gruffly commanded.

You obeyed and slowly went back to the task of removing your dress. “Stop,” he said and replaced your hands with his. “Let me.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest at his request. A tiny whimper escaped your throat as he peeled your dress off. Rafael’s hands were trembling with each button. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen you naked before, but this time felt different. He was nervous. Locking eyes with you, he could see you were nervous too.

Once your clothes were shed, he drank you in from head to toe--from how that particular shade of green complimented your skin, to your hard nipples poking through the silk and lace, all the way down to the black thigh high stockings connected to your garters. “Eres perfecta,” he whispered, his eyes half-hooded with lust as he began to take off his clothes.

You grabbed his hands, effectively stopping him. “Allow me.” You arched your brow and began shedding layer after layer. You took your time, running your hands over his exposed flesh, feeling his firm muscles beneath your palms. 

Completely lost in the sensation of your fingertips against his skin, the clanging of his belt against the floor brought Rafael back to reality. His boxer briefs were the last to go. With a flirty snap of the elastic, you rid him of his underwear, his hardened cock springing free. He toed out of his socks and stepped towards you, nudging his clothes out of the way.

You stared at each other for a long moment-- your chests heaving, bodies pulsating. The tension between you both was electric. Not wanting to wait another second, you pressed yourself against Rafael, kissing him hard, nibbling on his bottom lip. He returned the kiss with vigor. You could feel his throbbing erection weeping onto your inner thigh, brushing against your lace-covered pussy.

In awe of this beautiful man in your arms, you began to work your way down his body, laying wet wanton kisses across his skin. “Oh Y/N, please,” he whimpered. Hearing him beg, you raked your teeth against his nipple, a particular sensitive spot for Rafael. He gasped in response. 

You smirked, reveling in the fact that you had reduced him to a begging, quivering mess. Kneeling before him, you took his cock in your hand and teasingly flicked your tongue against his slit.  

Rafael groaned at the sight of you looking up at him with big innocent eyes and a wide welcoming mouth. From this angle, he could see the way your garters rested on the luscious curve of your ass. 

You wrapped your lips around him, swirling around his crown as if you were sucking a lollipop, tracing every vein. 

Rafael threw his head back and groaned, “Ay Dios mío.”

His cock felt hot and heavy in your mouth, you relaxed your throat as you slowly swallowed him down, pushing his head past your tight ring of muscle. Your nose was tickled by his trimmed pubic hair. He held your head there for a moment, relishing in the sensation.

You smacked his ass and grabbed a handful of his flesh before pulling off him with a pop. “Fuck my mouth, mi amor,” you purred while stroking his length. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it.”

He wrapped his hand around your long locks and fed you his cock. “You naughty little girl,” he growled before thrusting. “Going to put that mouth of yours to good use.”

“Mmmhmm,” you moaned. Tears were running down your cheeks as you gagged around him, taking everything he had to give. You loved when Rafael got rough. You craved it. Giving him pleasure brought you pleasure.

One of your hands reached up to massage his balls while the other reached in between his legs, pressing down on that strip of skin between his cock and his ass. That was all it took for Rafael to come undone. His cock swelled and released. His warm seed splashing against your tongue. Rafael came so hard, he was practically bent in half, clutching the mantle, grunting over and over again. You sucked him dry, not stopping until he gently pulled you off his sensitive cock.

“Jesus Christ,” he chuckled. “You have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?” you asked, wiping away some of your smudged lipstick.

“I nearly had a heart attack just now, what do you think?” He had an evil glint in his eye and took several steps towards causing you to scoot back. “I think I need to repay the favor. Don’t you?”

“Only if you insist.” You laid back down on the floor in your most seductive pose.

Rafael knelt down. “Oh believe me”-- he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him causing you to squeal in surprise--“I insist.”

He ran his hands across your body, pressing against your form through the silk. Wanting to repay you for your earlier torment, Rafael took his time disrobing you--tugging at the laces of your corset, unsnapping your garters, peeling your stockings off. There wasn’t an inch of skin left unattended from the crown of your head down to the arches of your feet. 

You couldn’t catch your breath. “Payback is a bitch,” you thought as he sucked a mark onto your right hip. Rafael saved your thong for last, opting to tear it off you with his teeth. 

He parted your folds, revealing your glistening pink pearl, stroking your soft, wet, sex. You spread your legs wider, feeling his hot breath on your pussy, arching your hips toward him. He clucked in disapproval. “So impatient.” 

“Please,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

Unable to resist any longer (after all, he was only human), he began to worship your core. Offering his tongue as a prayer as he swirled around your lower lips and traced patterns on your clit.  

You grinded against him. “More,” you pleaded.

With a loud squelch, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. “You have such a perfect little pussy. I love it so much”--he playfully bit down on your inner thighs-- “and it’s all mine. Isn’t it?” With an intense, heated stare, he spit on your pussy. The sensation of his saliva on your swollen clit caused you to jump.

“Yes, it’s yours,” you wailed.

“That’s right,” he cooed while slowly making concentric circles on your bundle of nerves, watching how his spit mingled with your dripping juices. “And you’re gonna come all over my face, aren’t you?”

You arched your back and gasped. “Oh God, yes! Yes!

“Shhh, that’s my good girl,” he said with a smirk before devouring you once more. Your moans of “More” and “Don’t stop” spurred him on. 

With his mouth wrapped around your clit, he penetrated you with his fingers, stroking that spot deep within you that drove you insane. One crook of his finger had you coming with a shriek. 

Feeling your core pulse against his tongue as he fucked you through your orgasm unleashed something savage within him. He buried his face against you, groaning, his lips and chin completely coated in your arousal. Already hard from eating you out, he rutted against the rug, desperate for some relief.

His tongue was relentless while he fucked you with his fingers until he ripped another orgasm from you. By the third time you had come, you melted onto the floor. And yet you wanted more. With Rafael, it was never enough. 

You pushed him off you and straddled him, kissing him with such fierce passion he toppled back to the floor. “I want to show you how much I love your cock.” You nuzzled your nose with his before sitting up and dragging your center against his length. Hovering over his cock for a moment, you lowered yourself onto him. 

Rafael grabbed your hips to keep you in place as he rotated his pelvis, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock. Your whole body shuddered. Digging your nails into his chest, you began to rock against him. 

Rafael groaned, watching you fuck him. “Look down, querida. Look at how fucking sexy you look riding me.”

You followed his gaze down to where you were being impaled by him. Biting back a whimper, you experimentally flexed your muscles, squeezing against his cock. Rafael choked out a sob which only encouraged you to speed up your movements.

You lifted almost completely off him before slamming back down. 

Flames licked at your flesh as you continued to bounce on his cock. Rivulets of sweat dripped off of you, one drop running down your chest. Rafael sat up and caught it with his tongue, holding you close as he latched on to your nipple, suckling against the hardened bud before repeating his actions on your other breast.

Your bodies worked in tandem, pushing and pulling. You were reduced to a wild animal, clawing at Rafael. Red streaks covered his sweaty skin. He loved it, wanting nothing more than to be claimed by you, his own ethereal goddess.

“Rafael!” you cried out in a hoarse voice. He cut you off with a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he moaned against your lips.

“I love you too.” Tears began to run down your cheeks. Your heart was beating fast, blood pounding in your ears, pressure mounting. You were too far gone by this point. Can you die from pleasure? Oh...but what a way to go. 

He pulled back, forcing you to lock eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed, mouth slack, panting and whimpering with every thrust. You pressed your forehead against his, your breaths mingling. This was beyond the physical. Your souls were melding, transforming one another. 

You simultaneously erupted, swallowing each other’s moans and grunts, stroking each other through your respective releases. When you finally floated back down to earth, you collapsed on the floor, your bodies still connected. 

“Holy shit,” you sighed.

“I know,” Rafael panted.

“If I knew saying ‘I love you’ would lead to mind blowing sex, I would’ve said it a whole lot earlier,” you teased. 

“I knew you were only after me for my body.” Rafael let out a breathless laugh and tickled that one spot on your side. Exhausted and not in any hurry to move, you both laid there as the fire weakened until only a few dull embers glowed.

You nestled against his chest, having never felt so happy. As cheesy and cliché as it sounded, you wish you could stay that way forever. That is until the events from earlier in the day came floating back into your mind. You had no idea what you were going to do with your family, especially Sonny. 

But that wasn’t a question for tonight. Right now you were perfectly content being wrapped up in your own little world. Just you and Rafael.

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[janaikam]

Roommates

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @emsylcatac!!!!!! You are such an amazing friend and I hope you have the best day ever!!!!

Summary:  When the new mayor of Paris offers an apartment to Paris' heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn't pass up on the chance.

Beta reading done by the marvelous @macaronsforchat

Read on AO3.

“Woah!” Ladybug and Chat Noir breathed, looking around at the apartment.

Mayor Beaumont, Paris’ newest mayor, had recently offered the heroes an apartment in Paris. He claimed that it was to honor the heroes’ hard work over the years. But Ladybug figured that it was to keep him on the public’s good side. After all, he barely beat Mayor Bourgeois in the last election.

Although Marinette had her reservations about the apartment, she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to have free housing in Paris. She had just started looking at housing for her second year in university, and it was not cheap to find a decent apartment.

Plus it helped that Mayor Beaumont was keeping everything with the apartment confidential. It turned out that he owned multiple buildings around Paris, so they didn’t have to worry about a landlord selling the heroes out.

She was a little hesitant about rooming with Chat, but Beaumont reassured her that he would find the best apartment that would not reveal their identities to Paris or each other.

The last thing Marinette expected was for the mayor to get them a penthouse style apartment.

The apartment had a large kitchen, and after quickly checking the cabinets, it was fully stocked. An island in the middle of the kitchen separated it from the living room which had some nice black couches with some dark grey and white spiral pillows on top of it. Surrounding the couch there were two dark grey single seats. There was a door on the back wall that Ladybug realized was a balcony.

The walls were a plain cream color making the room not as inviting, but Marinette was sure that they could make it feel homier without them revealing their identities.

A little in between the living room and kitchen were two hallways on both ends. Walking down the hallway on the right, Ladybug saw that the hallway had two rooms--one looked to be a bedroom and the other an office--and a washer and dryer unit. Connecting the bedroom was a bathroom that had both a huge bath and a shower.

She could only imagine that the other side was set up similarly. It would definitely be possible for them to hide their identities without having to use their kwamis too much.

Walking back to the main area, Ladybug saw that Chat was just coming back after checking his side of the room.

“Alright, Chat, if we’re going to make this work, we need to set some ground rules.” She went to sit on the couch, and Chat followed.

“Anything for you my lady.”

“First off, I think in our respective spaces we can be detransformed, so we don’t overwork our kwamis. Second, whenever we’re here in the main space, we should be transformed or at least have something to hide our identities.”

Chat nodded in understanding. “What about inviting friends over? Some of my civilian friends know I’m moving into a new apartment, and it’d be really hard for me to keep them from here.”

Ladybug hummed. She had the same issue because Alya was definitely going to want to come over.

“How about we tell each other in advance? Like send a message or write a note? That way we would know when to just avoid coming to the apartment.”

“We could get separate phones to text on!” Chat’s eyes lit up. “It would be like we’re spies with a second phone.”

Ladybug scrunched up her face. “Ignoring the fact that we’d have to pay for phones and service, I think my friends would wonder why I suddenly have two phones.”

Chat deflated a little. “You’re right. Hmmm. Oh! We could use one of those online messaging apps. We could just make accounts and message each other there!”

“That would work.” Ladybug nodded.

“I’m excited to be your roommate, m’lady.”

“I’m excited to be your roommate, Chaton.”

--------

It had been a week living with Chat, and so far it had been going smoothly. Their schedules thankfully allowed them to miss when the other left or came back, so Marinette had no clue what Chat looked like. Though she did make a couple of masks that resembled their superhero ones. She always slipped hers on when she got on the elevator just in case, but there hadn’t been much of a need for it.

They had also found a website to message on to let the other know someone was coming over. He had some friend over earlier this week, and she just ended up spending the afternoon with her parents at the bakery.

It was her turn to have the apartment to herself as Alya was practically demanding to see Marinette’s new place.

Marinette was tidying up her new sewing room--she decided to use the office space for her sewing--when she heard a knock at the front door.

Opening the door, she saw Alya standing there practically bouncing with excitement.

“Marinette!” The brunette jumped onto Marinette and gave her a hug. “It’s been too long!”

Marinette laughed, hugging Alya back. “It’s only been a week.”

“Exactly. Too long.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Marinette shook her head as Alya walked in and set down her purse on the island.

“Not ridiculous. Excitable.”

Alya examined the fairly large apartment, walking over to the living room. Alya picked up one of the picture frames that Marinette had placed down. Marinette followed, looking over Alya’s shoulder and saw that she had picked up the picture of a Ladybug on a green flower.

Marinette smiled as Alya put it down. The photo just seemed like a regular picture to anyone, but for her and Chat it was a little nod to their identities.

“This place looks really nice. How on earth are you affording this?” Alya asked, turning to face Marinette.

Marinette nervously laughed, trying to think up an excuse. It was times like this she wished that she didn’t have to keep secrets to keep her friends safe. “My roommate knows the owner of the building and they worked out some deal, so we got the apartment at a nice price.”

Alya nodded, accepting the answer. “This must be some roommate if they’ve got connections like that.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome.” Marinette sighed, thinking of Chat.

She wondered what he was doing right about now since it was the middle of the afternoon, and he couldn’t be at the apartment. It had been something she found that she was always thinking about ever since they moved in together. Shaking out the thoughts of Chat, Marinette turned back towards Alya.

Her best friend was giving her a suspicious smirk that Marinette couldn’t quite place.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. I can’t wait to meet this super special roommate. He really seems like something,” Alya said, the smirk still on her face.

Marinette shivered, thinking about the trouble Chat’s civilian self might get into with Alya. They were already mischievous as it was when they were heroes back in collége, who knows what they would do.

“Ah, you probably may not see him around much. We have pretty different schedules, so I don’t see him much as it is.” Marinette let out a soft chuckle. “Hey! Let me show you my side of the apartment!”

Marinette dragged Alya to the hallway on the right, but a thud from the balcony stopped her in their tracks.

Turning towards the balcony, Marinette saw a blur of black before it quickly disappeared.

“What was that?” Alya freed herself from Marinette’s grasp and walked over to the balcony.

Marinette followed her onto the balcony.

“Is that Chat Noir?” Alya pointed to a fast-moving blur on the rooves. Marinette nodded, recognizing her partner from this distance. “I wonder if he’s going to that new apartment the mayor got the heroes. But why is he in such a hurry?”

Marinette turned to look in the direction that Chat had just come from only to see a large purple blob moving towards them.

“I think that might be why.”

Alya’s eyes widened as she spotted the akuma.

“Hey, Mari, I’m gonna have to take a rain check. See ya!”

With that Alya ran out of the apartment, phone in hand ready to record.

Marinette shook her head at her best friend. Despite how much they’ve grown, she was still the same person.

“Tikki, spots on!”

----

CN: Movie night?

Marinette considered the text. It wasn’t like Chat and her hadn’t been in the same room before, but the thought of being in the same room as Chat for at least an hour seemed like a weird concept to her. But it definitely didn’t sound unpleasant.

LB: What movie?

CN: You pick

Marinette hummed. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Plus she was likely going to watch a movie by herself, so might as well have someone to watch with.

LB: Sure

Grabbing her mask and a couple of blankets, Marinette made her way to their living room.

Chat was already there along with a mountain of blankets and two medium-sized bowls of what she assumed was popcorn. Her kitty had the biggest of grins on his face, and when he spotted her he patted a spot on the couch where the pillows created a hole for someone to sit. The T.V. was already opened to the Netflix search.

Once Marinette had settled herself into the spot, Chat handed her one of the bowls of popcorn and the remote. Glancing down at the bowl of popcorn, Marinette noticed that there was a bunch of M&Ms and hardened chocolate syrup all over the popcorn.

“Omg, Chat, did you make all this?”

Chat nodded excitedly. “My mom and I used to make it all the time when I was younger. I thought you might like it.”

Marinette smiled back. “It looks great. Thank you, Chat. But how’d you know that I would say yes?”

“So what are we watching, my lady?” Marinette glared at his obvious change of topic but proceeded to find her favorite movie on the streaming service.

Clicking on the movie, she clicked play and settled back into the couch.

“Mirror, Mirror?” Chat asked.

“Yup. It’s a fantastic take on Snow White, and the costumes are just to die for,” Marinette said, popping some popcorn into her mouth. “Now hush, it’s starting.”

--

Marinette groaned, snuggling up closer to the wall next to her as a finger poked into her side. The wall chuckled, and the poking shifted into a slight shake.

“My lady…” a voice whispered near her ear. “My lady, the movie’s over.”

Slowly opening her eyes, Marinette saw that the movie credits were rolling, and some Netflix recommendations were showing on the screen.

She looked over to where Chat was and realized somehow during the movie, she had snuggled up right next to him.

She jumped up off the couch, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry for falling asleep on you!”

“You’re good my lady.” Chat grinned. “You were right, the movie was great.”

“Uh yeah, I’m glad it enjoyed you.” Marinette shook her head. “I mean you enjoyed it. Anyways have a good night!”

As quickly as she could with her blanket, Marinette ran into her room, not daring to look back at Chat.

----

Marinette and Nino laughed as Alya slapped Adrien’s hand away from her fries. Adrien pouted but leaned back in his seat beside Nino.

“That’s what you get, you fry snatcher,” Alya reprimanded, holding a fry to emphasize her point.

Marinette couldn’t help but break out into laughter again. She missed spending time with her friends like this. The four of them had all started university at different schools this year, and it was hard for them to meet up. It just so happened that all of them had the afternoon free, so they planned to get lunch together and walk back to Marinette’s place.

Aside from Adrien stealing Alya’s fries, the afternoon consisted of the four of them sharing university stories.

They had already paid for their food and were waiting on Alya to finish so they could walk over to Marinette’s place to watch movies or maybe play some video games.

“There, all done. Now there are no more fries for you to steal.”

Adrien stuck out his tongue, causing Alya to sick out hers.

“Children, children, let us go so you can continue your childish games later,” Marinette said in an obnoxious accent.

“Pfft. What was that?” Alya asked, laughing.

“That was called a sophisticated voice, something you clearly know nothing about.”

Nino shook his head, standing up from the table. “You all are crazy.”

“If we’re crazy, then what are you? Cause you aren’t sane that’s for sure,” Alya teased.

“I’m saner than you.” Nino poked Alya’s nose with his finger and led them all out of the restaurant.

--

The walk to Marinette’s apartment building didn’t take that long. In fact, if Marinette didn’t know better, Adrien looked a little pale as their group entered the building.

“Hey, dude, don’t you live here?” Nino asked while they waited for the elevator to come down.

“Yeah, top floor.” Adrien flashed one of his model smiles, which meant something was bugging him, but Marinette couldn’t fathom what.

“I live on the top floor too. I didn’t know you moved into an apartment.”

The elevator doors opened, and Marinette clicked her floor.

“Yeah, turns out my dad owned this building, and I figured I might as well move into one of the apartments,” Adrien explained, scratching behind his head.

Adrien was lying. He had to be. The mayor of Paris owned this building. But why on earth would Adrien be lying about something like that? It didn’t make sense.

“Oh, uh, that’s neat.”

Thankfully they reached the top floor before Marinette could confront Adrien. He probably just didn’t want them to think he was wasting his money. Yeah, that had to be it. She didn’t know how much these apartments cost, but she figured it had to be a whole lot.

“You know Marinette has this hot roommate. From what I hear, he’s quite some guy,” Alya said to Adrien.

“Alya! You haven’t even met my roommate!”

“Do I have to meet him to know that he’s cute?” At this Nino raised his eyebrow, but Alya waved him off. “Not as cute as you babe.”

“Good.”

“1377. This is me.” Marinette unlocked the door to the apartment and let them in.

“Okay are you guys messing with me?” Marinette turned to see Nino standing in the doorway, looking between Marinette and Adrien.

Adrien himself looked like he was in a state of awe and panic.

“What do you mean?” Marinette scrunched her face together.

“This is Adrien’s apartment.”

“No, it’s no-oh my gosh.” She looked over at Adrien, making eye contact with the blonde. Her eyes widened as she recognized the familiar green eyes of her partner. It suddenly made sense why Adrien had been acting the way he did.

Staring into his eyes, she could see that he was having the same realization that she was. Slowly, Marinette made her way to Adrien, cautiously reaching her hand up to touch his face.

“It’s you,” Marinette gasped, covering her mouth.

“It’s you.” Adrien smiled a real smile, not his fake one.

She hugged him tightly as tears filled her eyes and threatened to fall. Adrien hugged her back just as fiercely, and she could feel his own tears flowing down, causing her own tears to fall.

“This is weird right?”

“Yes, Nino, this is weird.”

[ryosei-hime]

Laugh, Laugh, Cry: It’s All Fun and Games

Fizz meets Angel Dust at a party and tries to cheer him up. Talk in an RP server of my Fizz meeting someone's Angel Dust got me thinking. Also available on AO3.

Fizz strolled through the fancy shindig he’d been taken out to while his escort - well, he supposed he was the escort here - busied himself with boring business talk. He hadn’t even seemed to miss Fizz as he wandered off but he was only there to flaunt the client’s money and for a good time afterwards. It’s not like he cared about him or anything. 

Fizz scanned the room as he leaned against the buffet table, considering how much he wanted to cause a scene to alleviate his boredom when he spotted a familiar face. Angel Dust sat all by himself at a table, chin in his hands, gazing out of the large penthouse window pensively. He brought a cigarette up to his lips with another hand, tapping the fingers of a third on the table. Fizz saw all sorts of celebrities when out with big name clients, but this was the first he’d seen of the porn star - in the flesh anyway. 

This could be fun. 

“Hey, there, sweet-hea-eart,” he said on approach. “This seat take-en?” 

Angel sat up and looked him over. Fizz could see the wheels turning as he considered him. 

“Eh, sure, knock yerself out. I could use a laugh.” 

He had an exhausted, deadened expression as he said this and Fizz suddenly had a new mission. The hell with his entertainment. This level of apathy couldn’t be left unchecked. The entertainer in him chomped at the bit for the challenge of making someone this down up again.

“Oh, then you’re in l-lu-luck,” he declared, turning the free chair around to sit in it backwards, tilting forward on it with a devious grin. “That’s my speciality.” 

“No! Really?” Angel gave him a dramatic gasp, a hand to his cheek and a surprised innocence in his eyes that was almost convincing before he dropped it. “The clown suit didn’t tip me off at all, ya bacha galupe.”

Oh, he liked that. Someone who would play back. He chuckled, arms snaking around erratically as he grabbed random food from various tables. Surprised party-goers shot him annoyed looks, but he ignored them as he started juggling the bread and fruit he’d collected.

“Wha-wha-what does the sign on an out of-out of business brothel say?” 

“Okay. I’ll bite.” Angel consented with a slight smile. “What?” 

“ Beat it . We’re closed.” 

Fizz snickered at his own joke and tossed one of the pieces of bread out of the circle, not caring where it landed. It hit an imp waiter and bounced off into a chocolate fountain. Angel looked a little more surprised at this than amused by the joke. But Fizz just went on. 

“What did the leper-r-r say to the who-ore?” 

“Keep the tip,” Angel answered smugly. “That’s an old one.”  

“This one’s on-on you then.”

Fizz let loose an apple with a shit-eating grin and it hit the floor before rolling under a party-goer’s foot, sending them sprawling to the ground. Angel put a hand to his mouth and tried to hide his laughter as the demon cursed and swatted at imp waiters trying to help him up. 

“You little shit!”

“But, w-wait! There’s more!” Fizz declared. “A worm crawls out of a p-p-plate of spaghe-etti and says, ‘d-damn that was one hell of an orgy-y!’”

Another hunk of bread went flying as Fizz laughed. This time Angel laughed with him openly, watching it sore through the air. It landed in an elaborate hair-do so high, the sinner beneath it didn’t even notice. 

“Wha-at did the bra say to-to-to the hat?”

“What?” Angel tittered.  

“You go on ahe-ead, I’ll bring up the ba-bags.”

Fizz threw the only pineapple in his cornucopia of chaos and caught the last two pieces of bread, stopping. 

“I’d like to keep ju-juggling but I just don’t ha-ave the balls.” 

The pineapple hit the buffet table behind him as he finished and sent food flying everywhere. He could feel the smug grin stretching his face as he picked up the sounds of his client screaming. It landed just where he’d aimed.

“Yer gonna get yer ass bounced, you know that, right?” 

“You thi-think that’s the biggest of my wor-ries? That’s my client who got hit-hit with the pudding.” 

Angel looked over Fizz’s shoulder to see a large, pompous looking sinner shaking his pudding covered arms before staring daggers in their direction.

“Before I go, I have one m-more. This one’s just for you. Come clo-oser.” 

Angel leaned over the table, humoring him as their faces met halfway. Fizz’s voice was low and serious as if he were sharing a very important secret.

“‘Co-come into my parlor,’ said the spi-ider as he opened his-his fly.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel laughed and pushed his face away. “Yer fuckin’ crazy.” 

Fizz let his chair fall back as he was pushed, tilting in the other direction now with a joyous cackle. As he righted himself, he smirked. He felt like he’d achieved his mission and it was worth it even if he’d get his ass kicked by the client or Mammon or both. 

“I have a pr-proposition for you.” 

“Better make it quick,” Angel said with half-lidded eyes. “Yer disgruntled customer is almost here.” 

He did some sleight of hand before revealing a business card then slid it across the table. 

“If I rent you and-and you rent me, do you thi-think it’d zero out?” 

Angel put a finger on the card and slid it to the end of the table before holding it up between two fingers. 

“I think we could do the math on that and find out.” 

Fizz grinned as he tucked it into his chest fluff and turned just as the client arrived. He gave him his best shocked expression. 

“Wh-what happened to you, sir?” 

“Don’t play dumb, you fucking idiot! You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone! This is not what I rented you for!” He grabbed Fizz by one of the tails of his hat, jerking his head down. “You better believe I’ll be taking this out of your ass before I send you back.” 

Fizz caught Angel watching, the smile he’d worked so hard to put on his face falling. He saw a look of recognition and empathy there. He smiled at him all the wider before being dragged away as if to tell him not to worry. 

This happened to Fizz all the time.

[jj-scottsbee]

Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses. 

Warnings: smut, language

  Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends. 

  They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team. 

  In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously. 

 When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship. 

  So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective. 

~ ~ 

  You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter. 

 "Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor. 

 "Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips. 

 "I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you. 

  "I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

 "Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously. 

  "Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business. 

 The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you. 

 "Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers. 

  "Their mine." You blurted out.

  "I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in. 

  "You can't tell anyone, please Tony." 

  "How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned. 

  "Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

 "No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too. 

  "So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over. 

  "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen. 

  "Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts. 

  "Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch. 

  "Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife. 

  "I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you. 

 "Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move. 

  You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always. 

 You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt. 

  Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket. 

  Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv. 

  You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on. 

  "You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure. 

  You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again. 

 A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

 "Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath. 

  As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did. 

 "Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room. 

  "So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly.  You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard.  "What? Was it something I said?" 

  ~ ~

  Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him. 

 "So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs. 

 "No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time." 

 "Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much. 

  Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure. 

  "These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding. 

  "Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds. 

  Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster. 

  "Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again. 

 "Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you. 

 "God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick." 

  The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts. 

  "I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly. 

  "I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around. 

  You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones. 

  You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at. 

 "What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear. 

 "Run," I whispered quickly. 

 "I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail. 

[dreamingsushi]

The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity

So I was looking for clips of Zhao Youting for animated gif making and I stumbled across a video of this movie starring him and Deng Lun, and that was of course on my long long long watchlist on Netflix. And it's been a while since I haven't done any reviews, so many projects are still ongoing, but what a better way than to start with a movie. Because after two hours, it's done and I can just go back to whatever else I was doing and it doesn't cause sleepless nights since I won't need to keep on watching when the two hours are over. As usual, I have actually totally no idea what this is about, I guess from the bits and parts I saw (and the title) that this must have some xianxia background to it and I wouldn't mind that at all. After all, that's just my favorite genre when it comes to drama. And movies. So wither further do, let's dig into this!

Right from the start, beautiful sceneries and images. I feel mesmerized by what I'm seing. It all starts with a little boy, Qing Ming being taught by his teacher how to cast a protection spell however he can't seem to master it, even after years of practice and finds a way to protect himself otherwise. But his master isn't pleased with his side ways and even though he's the best disciple, if he can't master something as basic as this, he will never become a Yin-Yang Master. Then, the big ice wall starts to crack up and the master sends Qing Ming away and summons three magic beings. Beasts? Not sure yet what are they. But the special effects are gorgeous, everything is gorgeous.

But no matter how hard the master tries, a bad snake comes out of the wall and when it's time to conjure the protection spell, Qing Ming tries his trick but of course it doesn't work, so the master sends his shield to his disciple and ends up being badly injured but the snake and one of his minions jumps in the snake's mouth to kill it. And it was all in vain because it won't cure his master since it wasn't the real snake. So the master will die. Qing Ming is afraid to be left alone and he doesn't care about people remembering him, but his master calls him the Yin-Yang Master.

Seriously, this really beautiful, as far as I am concern. The costumes. The setting. I'm really impressed. It really immerges you in the spirit of the movie.

Ouuuuh a Deng Lun playing the flute. That is nice. Him and Qing Ming both sense that there is a demon somewhere near and start moving, and so they meet. But somehow, Qing Ming saves the pipa playing demon? I'm so confused. Ah, that's because he's not a mean one. So Deng Lun's character hates demons, but Qing Ming thinks some demons are good. So they end up fighting while the demon flees. The choreography of the fight is beautiful. So well executed. In the end, Qing Ming wins. And he drops Deng Lun on the top of a roof.

The demon waited for Qing Ming because he wanted to thank him for saying that demons have feelings too. And he asks to become... hmmm... like his servant? It's more complicated than that obviously, but I can't quite put the right word on their relationship now. Some concepts are so hard to translate to be honest, because we have actually nothing similar in Western culture. Anyways.

Deng Lun goes back to his academy or temple, wherever it is that he's training, to receive orders regarding the bad snake from the beginning of the movies. Some of his shadows are coming back to stir up troubles. He has been sent to attend some worship ceremony and bumps again into Qing Ming, which angers him because he believes that someone sympathizing with demons shouldn't have the right to attend. So he challenges him to a duel, but Qing Ming declines. Then some girl comes to ask if he's declining because he's afraid of losing. Then some other man comes over and tells them to go have a rest, but when he sees him, something seems to shock Qing Ming. Probably he knows him from somewhere else? We'll see. That girl and that guy are both creepy. Like they give me chills. They are too soft spoken.

As cultivators, I feel it's kind of weird that hey get dressed up by other people, even though it's a special day. They are not royalty.... And I don't like Qing Ming's hair for that part. Then a princess comes around. The creepy girl spreads the gossip about her: she isn't married even though she's over 30 and she might know of demonic cultivation. One of the cultivator wasn't there, and when they ask about him, they hear he died. So the creepy guy will take his place during the sea,ling ceremony. The guy was killed by a demon. Qing Ming suggest the killer is in there. So the creepy girl suggests they use her technique to detect demonic energy, so they decide to. The fishes in the bowl all converge to Qing Ming: it is said that his mother was a fox demon. Oh interesting. The princess orders to take him away, but Bo Ya says Qing Ming wasn't the one to kill the master. How does he know? What is he going to say??? So he put that little bell in Qing Ming's room that night, the one he noticed. So he didn't go out of his room. The Princess says it's not enough to prove his innocence, but Qing Ming has another evidence: someone stuck something on him and that thing actually lures the fish when he passes it over to Bo Ya. Then the fishes move to the princess. She gives them three days to summon the beasts to lock away the bad snake.

Oh so they all spied on each other. Hahaha.

I really like Qing Ming's character. He was asking Bo Ya to have a drink, but he's in a hurry to leave. Then one of his servants comes around and Bo Ya almost kills it again because it's a demon. He tells him to become a demon instead of a cultivator if likes them so much. His answers really angers Bo Ya. But I just love how Qing Ming is really calm about everything, he's so relaxed.

Okay, I'm not digging the thrid eye in the middle of Bo Ya's forehead. That's creepy. Like it's well done, but I really dislike it. Anyways, they all go around killing demons, I guess to wake up the guardians as they feed spirit balls to their statues. Except for Qing Ming. He's drinking with a bunch of women. I like that he's relaxed, not that he's some womanizer. But I guess there's something more to it than that so I'm not too worried yet. Later on he meets with Shou Yue and asks him if they ever met. But he never left the palace. He asks him if he killed the other master, but actually he's a servant of his late master, so he's going to die soon.

Ohhh so he was collecting information as to find the demon spirit to feed the dragon he has to awaken. As he's explaining that to Bo Ya, a servant comes for Qing Ming as something happened to the princess. While he's trying to treat her, Qing Ming notices some worm-like shapes moving under her skin. So he takes it from her body to his. It makes him ill and thanks to Bo Ya. The spirit is enough to awake the dragon.

Bo Ya and Qing Ming share a little of their past. Bo Ya's mom was killed by a demon, so he started cultivating to rid the world of demons. Whereas Qing Ming was mistreated by people because people branded his mother for being a demon. That the only nice person to him was his master. So he shows Bo Ya how he died at his hands.

Okay so the four masters end up fighting each other while someone tried to enter the emperess's rooms. Ah long, the creepy girl with the fishes noticed something odd about the princess and she gets killed by a bunch of hair. Before dying, she tells Qing Ming that the princess is the murderer. Later that night Bo Ya threatens Qing Ming while the princess asks Shou Yue why he betrayed her. So Shou Yue is controlling the hair demon and killed Ah Long because she knew their secret. He wants to bring back the snake. And he killed the other master earlier. Now he plans on killing Qing Ming and Bo Ya. Qing Ming is convinced that the killer is the Princess from what Ah Long told him, but Bo Ya still doubts Shouyue. But then Qing Ming tells him the relationship between Shouyue and his previous master. So Bo Ya thinks it's a conspiracy against the princess, since he grew up with her. So they're both convinced that they friend isn't the bad guy. They both are. I guess they are somehow lovers too? Confusing much, but she doesn't kill him.

Boya and Qing Ming both go their way to discover who is the murderer. And they each tell each other to call if they need help. So of course, Shouyue betrayed the master and he's going to try and kill Bo Ya. The hair demon kills the princess before Qing Ming can ask anything and it stole the sword Qing Ming's master entrusted to him. I think? I'm not sure. Okay, so the air demon killed the princess by itself and not under the orders of Shouyue. She broke out of the controlling spell, as she was a servant spirit. But not I am kind of lost. Qing Ming finds a portrait and it seems to be revealing of something important but... haha I lost some bits and parts I guess. Because I don't understand.

Qing Ming rushes to see Bo Ya. The princess isn't dead. She's actually the empress. Her body is actually sealing away the bad snake. She got eternal life. When she starts feeling unwell after telling all about her past, when they try to attack, Shouyue sends them in boxes filling with sand. Qing Ming manages to save Bo Ya in extremis.

Omg, the girl is the sword. She was in love with the master? And now she gave birth to the bad snake and Shouyue eats it, preventing the sword to kill it. So now Shouyue is not dying anymore. So that's what they were trying to do. But it's not enough. Qing Ming and Bo Ya comes in too late. The snake is now huge and the guardians didn't wake up because Shouyue didn't feed his. The snake is trying to kill everyone. He's trying to take her away from Tiandu. But then the Princess jumps from the snake, bringing with her Shouyue so they shall die together. The snake eat both of them. Qing Ming calls his servants to fight away the snake. However, Shouyue didn't die and he comes out of the snake, battling the servants like a badass. Bo Ya is asking Qing Ming to make him his spirit servant, whatever how I should translate that, as he will sacrifice himself to save the princess and awake the last guardian.

I said that Shouyue guy was creepy. Like so much. I don't get his motive.

Okay so now Bo Ya became the guardian. But like... where are the three other ones?

Qing Ming goes into the snake to look for the princess. She's stuck in an illusion where she sees Qing Ming's master. So Qing Ming takes her to when his master died. The master gives her the dagger/sword, however you like to call it. It was named after her name, by herself, so the master could remember her. She makes me so sad. Poor lady. Cursed to live eternally to birth a big bad snake ):

Qing Ming takes her back to the world and send Fangyue to Bo Ya. Who sends it to the snake, but he uses a protection curse. So the princess threatens to kill herself and does it so Shouyue can't use the protection spell. Bo Ya jumps in front of Qing Ming to protect him. Then Shouyue comes back to attack, Qing Ming's protection spell fails to work, but in the end he manages to do it because he found someone he's willing to protect: Bo Ya. So Shouyue was made out of his master to always stay by her side. So that's why he looked so similar. Because he wanted to look his master. So in the end, his motivation was to live forever to protect Fangyue.

That's it, now I'm crying. Even the bad guy was a good guy in the end. He was just doing what he was asked to. And now Qing Ming and Bo Ya are parting ways. Seriously. Why are they always making me cry so bad?

What the heck. Why is she not dead? I mean the creepy girl. Why is she breathing again now? How can they do this to me? And there's nothing else, it's over... Seriously TT

This definitely was a very good movie. It was well executed. The plot line seemed a little bit chaotic for me at first, I was already taking out points to this movie because of that, it felt as if it wasn't going anywhere. I was wondering what was that story telling and everything became so clear at the end. I wasn't expecting the princess at all to actually be the empress, nor Shouyue a part of the master (or maybe I didn't understand that when he introduced himself first?). It was just such a touching story. Loved the dynamic between Zhao Youting and Deng Lun, even though their friendship and trust built a little too fast for me. But overall, there were not loopholes in the plot. The special effects were really good. The costumes, gorgeous. The music perfect. I just really highly highly recommend. Seriously. Put that on your watchlist. It's so so so worth it.