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emiwasabi · 3 years ago

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It's Complicated: Chapter 1

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Synopsis: Oscar Diaz’s long lost love returns after five long years. Laney has lived her life the best she could; graduated Freeridge High, went to college across the country, and got a job as a teacher. A funeral, a career, and the rekindling of an old flame turns the lives of her and the Diaz boy’s upside down. Question is, for better or worse?

It was a dreary day, with gray clouds and a cold chill spreading across the cemetery. Perfect day for a funeral, I thought solemnly. 10 or so rows of white plastic chairs sat in a neat formation in front of the mahogany casket. I couldn’t recall all the faces of the attendees from my years away from Freeridge. As my eyes roamed across the sea of faces, they stayed trained on the group of Santos occupying the final rows. Antonio, my ex’s best friend, gave me a solemn nod when he caught me staring.

Geny, Al, Lana, the twins, and I sat in the front of the crowd to view the casket. Keeping the sobs to a minimal volume was hard. Harder than expected. Maybe it was my lack of funeral experience, seeing as how the only funeral I hazily remember was my grandma when I was six. Or maybe it was the blown up picture of a carefree Paco, a time when he was actually a kid. Young and happy and so full of life.

My eyes occasionally wandered to the dark brown casket while the Priest droned on and on about the meaning of life, or more accurately, the meaning of death. Silent tears left a hot trail down my face. My long fingers clenched around the funeral service pamphlet like it was a life preserver, like if I read those meaningless words on a loop, it would take me away from this reality for a little while. Geny was sobbing into a napkin and Al looked on stoically. The dude hasn’t changed that much in the four years I’ve been gone. Hell, Freeridge hasn’t changed that much either. The graffiti walls, gang violence, and police presence were familiar, and oddly a little bit comforting.

“The family can now come up and pay their respects.” Everyone looked at the Ramirez’s with pity and sadness. It was a quick walk to the casket but I could feel the eyes of everyone burning holes in my back. Al went first, throwing some dirt and quickly wiping away a trailing tear. He didn’t lag in front of the coffin. Geny sobbed into her hand and gently caressed the picture of a 13 year old Paco, smiling freely and content. At 12, Lana was stoic, maybe too stoic, but held it together for Leti and Jesus. The twins gripped onto her waist and sobbed loudly; tears rushing down their little faces.

I stood at the casket for what I think was an appropriate amount of time, trying to push down the racking sobs that were threatening to pour out. “Rest in peace.” I mumbled at the picture before throwing the pinch of earth and shuffling away towards the family. We all stood around for a while, accepting condolences and hugs for the loss.

Once that was over, we all shuffled to the old hatchback and drove back to the house silently. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. The twins went to their room to change, while Lana stayed in the kitchen, helping put food away and grieving with extended family members that seemed to never end. Everyone said something about how great of a kid Paco was and how he was gonna make it out of the town and get a scholarship to play football somewhere fancy. I didn’t mention how much he actually hated football no matter how good he turned out to be. It didn’t seem like anyone could mentally handle that bomb dropped right now. There was no mention of the fact that he was a gang member, a much harder one than before I left, and how he was gunned down on a corner by rivals. And in a matter of seconds, he was just another statistic in East LA.

When everything was said and done and all the relatives and friends of relatives had left, Geny, Al, and I sat at the dining room table and made our way through a bottle of red wine. The house was dark and quiet since the kids were in bed. “Thank you so much for coming back, Laney. We really missed you.” Geny said, taking her hair out of the tight bun and letting the dark brown curls fall over her thin shoulders. She stretched her back out and closed her eyes relishing in the calmness of the night.

Al nodded along, taking a large gulp of wine. “Paco would have loved that you were here.” His voice was getting choked up and now I was the familiar burn in the back of my throat. More wine wasn’t gonna help it to go away but I could still dream.

“I wouldn’t have missed this for anything. I just wish we would have talked more.” I looked down and stared at the scratches on the worn living room table, black painted fingernails tracing them lightly. “Once I went to college we lost touch and I kept saying that I would reach out but there was never the time. It’s stupid now.” I sniffled and rubbed my arms across my face, not caring about the makeup I so painstakingly put on today.

Geny put her hand on my arm and smiled softly, “He knew you loved him, no matter what.”

“God, I can’t believe I kicked him out.” Al suddenly said, voice thick with emotion and face scrunched up in pain and regret. “My own son!” He continued “How does someone do that to their own child? I couldn’t get past my anger about him joining the Santos and I pushed him closer to them. And then he…” Al didn’t finish the sentence, just put his head on his hands and sobbed.

Genny rubbed her hand on his back lovingly and muttered things like, “It wasn’t your fault.” and “We both made that decision. We couldn’t have done anything.” Silence fell again and Genny stumbled towards the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine. She filled up my empty glass and looked at me, brown eyes hopeful. “So, did you find out about the job?”

I took a sip from my super full glass, letting the tipsy feeling bring me back from the sadness. “I got it. The school called this morning.”

Al smiled and patted my hand. “You’re gonna take it, right?” The excitement threw me off. I felt a genuine smile stretch across my face for the first time in a while.

“I did. Officially accepted before the funeral. You’re looking at Freeridge High’s newest 12th Grade history teacher.” I said excitedly with raised arms up and some spirit fingers. Geny jumped in excitement and wrapped me in another hug, practically pulling me from the chair. Al chuckled lightly and winked at me in congratulations. “Which brings me to my question. Any chance I can stay here until I find an affordable apartment?” I played with my fingers and looked between Geny and Al. When they didn’t say anything, regret started bubbling up in my stomach. “But it’s completely okay if you can’t. I mean with Paco and everything…”

Al said ‘of course’ at the same time that Geny belted out an excited scream of “Oh my god! That would be great! When were you thinking of moving in?” She seemed to remember the kids and sheepishly glanced towards the blackened hall.

After waiting for any sounds of a creaking door or footsteps, and hearing none, I bit my lip and looked at both of them with a blush creeping up my cheeks. “I actually moved my stuff out already. It’s in a storage unit a couple of blocks over. I’ve been at the hotel for a couple of days.”

“You’ve been here this whole time?” They both asked. I shrugged again. “So you knew you were gonna get the job?” She asked with a hint of amusement.

I shrugged. “Maybe. I guess I was really hoping.” My eyebrow scrunched together in thought. “I really missed it here and I thought that after a couple years in PA, I would just adjust and get over it. But that didn’t happen. Believe it or not, I missed Freeridge and... you guys.” Both of them gave me watery smiles and Geny engulfed me and Al in a sudden group hug, nearly falling off her chair in the process.

“God, I missed you too.” She mumbled against my hair. She pulled back and wiped both her hands across her cheeks, also smearing her mascara and eyeliner. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Al take the gasses to the sink and cork the remaining wine. Making sure to avoid Geny’s notice. “We haven’t gotten a chance to clear out Paco’s room.” Her breath hitched at the thought.

“I can sleep on the couch. It’s no problem. Really.”

“Okay, but only until we get that room properly...cleaned out” Geny’s voice went a little hollow for a second. “Tomorrow, I can look after the restaurant while you and Al go to the storage unit. We might have to stick your stuff in the garage for now.”

Al was making his way down but pivoted at the mention of his name? “I’m gonna do what?” Geny didn’t have to say anything, just gave him ‘the look’ and Al begrudgingly accepted before they both made their way to bed.

“Alright. Well, goodnight mija. dulces sueños” She mumbled on her way down the hall.

#spooky x reader #oscar diaz #cesar diaz #on my block #angst #santos #East LA

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michimichim · 3 years ago

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in fall & bloom | doyeon

disclaimer: top!fem reader x bottom!doyeon, mention of blood.

your shouts of glee resonate through the bustling streets of the city, pedestrians barely catching glimpse of your zooming figures. the autumn breeze is welcoming against your face, the sunlight warm on your skin as you veer the wheels of your bike onto the next street. your eyes occasionally gaze up at the bleeding tangerine sky through the palm branches without crashing into cars, or worse, have you and your passenger tumbling down the descending street.

“wait!” the latter suddenly yelps into your ear. you press the bike to a stop, both feet coming down to graze the gravel, then to finally land firm on the ground.

“you okay?” you ask when the bike’s stabilized, craning your neck to give doyeon a curious gaze just to find her eyeing the small dip laying a few feet away down the street. there's a pretty blush dusting her cheeks, chestnut hair outlining her forehead and even, darker lashes when her eyes glide back to yours in a form of uncertainty. she's wearing green contacts today, further accentuating her piercing gaze along with the dipping sun highlighting streaks of orange and yellow on her features.

“no way we’re going down that path.” she answers, a tone of incredulity in her voice.

“what?” your brows shoot up as you slightly look back at the road – it is a bit steep, but not dangerously so. you turn back to doyeon. “why not?”

doyeon’s eyes squint back at you, fully glaring, face scrunched – most likely wondering how insane you must truly be. but the endearing and dopey smile you offer back is enough to melt her rigid posture.

“they’ll kill you if i die.” is what she ends up saying instead. the light wind sweeps lightly through her hair, conveying the lulling scent of cotton candy and peach perfume.

you laugh, playfully bumping back into her. “wimp.”

“i’m sorry, is my death a joke to you?” she whispers menacingly into your ear, hooking her index through the belt loops of your jeans.

“hilarious, even.” you tease, tilting your head back to pucker your lips. “kiss.”

“no.” she deadpans, encircling your waist. “first, get me down that road in one piece.” you snort at that, “we can just walk our way down, yeonnie. i was kidding.”

“no, i somehow trust you with this.” she gags out, reluctantly. “why do i trust you?” she mutters right after.

“that’s rich, coming from an arsonist.” you muse, sounding utterly contented, a sharp contradiction to doyeon's allegation.

“shut up,” she starts and you just know she’s about to read you. you furtively feign a roll of your eyes, yet, an infatuated smile stays on the edge of your lips. you'll never tell her, but there’s nothing more attractive than when she gets like this. “–told me you would come and pick me up for a walk, not a bike ride. and unless you have short-term mem–” she stops. “stop staring at my lips.”

you laugh, sheepish, then avert your gaze back to the road ahead. “i'm getting my kiss once i drop you off.”

“if i'm still alive.” she says, hooking her chin on your shoulder.

you whine about her being a pessimist bitch and she lightly, though discreetly presses her lips against your jaw. “kidding.” she singsongs, squeezing your mid.

so you kick off once again. aside from the air being squeezed out of you, you make it down safe and sound. you cycle the both of you through lush paths, to open green fields and watch butterflies fly above, occasionally slowing down the pace of the bike to take it all in. with the scintilla feeling of just the two of you on a bike — blissful with the speed, with the fresh wind in your faces – you’re at home.

doyeon leans the side of her head against your back, letting her eyes take in the beautiful scenery that nature brings. it was nice being able to hold onto you like so, not a care in the world whether she’ll wake up to her name trending on social platforms, or worse, being questioned about her affectionate nature. south korea still has its outdated ideologies, teaching her to enjoy the beauty of whatever it is you’ve started, drawing as much as she can from the light and secretive touches.

unlike her, you no longer seem to focus on the picturesque surroundings. doyeon's hands start having a mind of their own, palms flat on your abdomen, they brush with each movement of your legs on the pedals – and she wastes no time noticing. it's a position she very much enjoys. her eager hands begin to venture areas they’ve never had before. she skims her way up and down your stomach, smiling to herself when she senses you tense. they map their way lower, to the button of your jeans, and without warning, slide up under your sweater. your heart nearly burst from your chest.

the noise that escapes from your throat is a mix of a choke and guttural sound. “christ, doyeon!” you breathe, scandalized. “we’ll fucking crash!”

the frigid feel of her fingers on your skin almost swerves you off the damn bike.

she only laughs, kissing the back of your neck in an apologetic gesture. she resists the urge to tease for the remainder of the ride, only cooing and every so often – she can’t help herself. she’d caress the area over your ribcage, feeling your heart jump beneath the dainty sweater. you can always excuse it as the intensive exercise you have so willingly put yourself through.

you park the bicycle in front of doyeon’s building and lean slightly forward so your elbows rest onto the handlebar. except doyeon doesn’t budge, she stays put, only shifting to press herself further against you.

“you need to keep your hands to yourself, ma’am.” you reproach with a shake of your head, glancing around to make sure no one, especially from her company, is sighting you. “we really could’ve died, and it would’ve been your fault.”

needless to say, that’s no news to you; doyeon has always been quite blasé towards prudence and authority matters. she has a flair for rebellion, not so much that she wants to go against the grain, but she sustains an innate drive towards doing so, and that includes the blatant flirting she would put on at random times.

“but i can’t keep my hands to myself,” she titters and you feel the vibration all throughout your body. you look back at her with narrowed eyes, and she leans her head comfortably against your shoulder, freely gazing at you through long lashes, a smoldering smile on her pouty lips. “plus, i believe i owe you a kiss.”

there's a shout down the street as kids chase after each other, loaded backpacks swinging and feet banging against the gravel.

“i believe you do, yes.” you concur, squeezing her arms that are still wrapped around your mid. “too much people, though.”

and that’s how she ends up dragging you up to her dorms, barely leaving you time to shut the door close behind you – her lips are on yours. thankfully, no one’s home, or at least in the living room because there’s no scientific reason you could come up with to explain why you’re lip locking with one of korea’s favorite girls.

by some miracle, she manages to maneuver you down the hall and into her room, all the while remaining busy giggling and kissing on each other. you throw yourself on her bed, and she ensues, settling down beside you. your feet dangle off the bed as you both lay horizontally – it’s a comical sight that she makes sure to point out.

you're getting progressively mindful of the warmth in your lower belly, the tingling feeling somewhere in your stomach when you engage her into another kiss. the kiss is wet and slow, experimentally tasting the apricot balm coating her plump lips as you leave the sweetest of promises on them. you tentatively stroke her thighs and in turn, her hands resume its trail under your sweater, across your abdomen in a series of affectionate caresses.

you make certain to be slow and considerate as always. after all, this is the farthest you’ve gone. there's only been kissing so far, nothing more, not even touching. you figured if doyeon is ready, she’ll initiate it. which is exactly what’s happening when she leans slightly over you to unbutton your jeans.

“hey,” you whisper against luscious lips, now swollen and tender, while tenderly cradling her jaw into your palm. “no pressure, okay?”

doyeon stills under your earnest look and runs a hand through her locks, pearly teeth toying with her bottom lip. “i know. i just – i need this.” there isn't so much as a slight hint of uncertainty when the reply escapes her lips. more of an emphatic assertion.

you gently push her back down to hover her body, slowly peppering her neck with kisses and tiny licks. doyeon pushes the rear of your head forward, urging for more, however, you take as much time as necessary. your kisses become unbearably slow, irritating her while also lighting up every nerve and muscle within her body. each wet path your tongue leaves further drenches her panties.

you rise back to her mouth, gradually driving her insane with the laid-back, sluggish brush of your tongue on her lips all without fully pressing them. you tease, altering the angle of your head each time she'd drive forward to capture your lips. without much warning, doyeon’s teeth are sinking into your lip, biting harder when you take her sensitive nipple between the spaces of your fingers.

a dainty spill of blood streams down your lip, further startling you when she soothes over the texture with her tongue, gaze darkening as she stares directly into your hooded eyes. “stop fucking with me.” she hisses.

“and since when are you so fucking demanding?” you moan, there’s no denying how turned on and heated the little backtalk makes you. she grinds her hips against yours as your lips crash into hers in a searing fiery kiss. your hands cup her face, both of your tongues rolling, playing and sliding against each other. she’s sucking and biting at your bottom lip, tongue thrusting forward. you close your lips around it and suck with an appreciative moan. god, you could eat her right then.

in the midst, your hands roam over her breasts, fingers pulling her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. she breaks the kiss to throw her head back and gasps as you pinch and pull harder at them.

“oh fuck.” with that, she’s once again snaking her hands up your shirt, feeling over your warm skin and bunching the fabric up for you to take off. you grab the hem and slide it off you while the rest slowly comes off in the middle of feverish kisses and explorative touches.

you take to straddle her hips, admiring the pale skin of her tight abdomen with a rapacious curiosity. you gently fondle her pert breasts into your hands, pondering whether to tear the bra keeping you from making skin-to-skin contact. compelling, but an attempt at it will cost you your head – so you contempt yourself by sneaking them underneath the band, relishing in the pretty little sounds rippling out through her lips.

“you like that, don’t you?” you purr out quietly, rubbing your thumbs over the aching, hard peak against your hand.

“harder.” she mewls, torso arching and pushing just to feel more of that pain mixing in with pleasure.

you lean down, a dark glint in your eyes as you bite and tug at her bra’s fabric, she grows wetter at the sight and feel of your warm breath ghosting on her nipples. she wraps her legs around your mid to cage you in, her hand tangling into your hair when you bite down onto her nub. she's letting out a soft cry when your tongue pokes at the tip before sucking the nub into your mouth, pulling on the flesh and grazing the surface, just enough to leave reddened markings on the flesh.

“ooh–” she gasps, breath labored, gripping tightly into your hair as you give the same treatment to the other pair, rolling the tender flesh between your fingers. you're positioned much lower so you rise slightly back up her body so your cores are touching and snap your hips down against hers. it turns her world upside down; everything tingles from her head to her toes as you repeat the motion over and over again.

you lean up to peck her lips, setting an accommodating pace for you both that has doyeon rising up to meet each grind.

she watches you with unfiltered lust; hands coasting down your face, to your shoulders and arms for a few moments, then cupping around the back of your neck and back down to squeeze your breast. she truly cannot keep her hands off of you. “i want it from behind.” there’s always been something impressive, fervent, in the classic simplicity and directness that is doyeon. it still catches you off guard, agape and sputtering. you stop.

with the majority of your thoughts gone, head clouded with wanton pleasure, you’re unsure of what you exactly heard; you ask again, throat closing around the words. “from behind?”

doyeon's brow quirk in a form of amusement, seeming lucid enough to poke fun at you, but still far from collected. the column of her neck is flushed red, eyes low and glazed – she’s beyond gorgeous. “i don’t have a strap, but your fingers will do,” she shoots you a coy look. “so, fuck me from behind.”

you blink slowly. “alright.” you say, heart clenching in what could only be a mix of amazement, lust, anticipation and anything that can match up a synonym in the dictionary. "roll over for me.”

and she does just that, not before unclasping her bra. it falls down her shapely shoulders, exposing her tiny breasts that your mouth begs to take back in. she gets on all fours, back arching and head craning back to stare you down, challenge in her gaze. “better do your best.”

goose bumps break all over her body as you seize her by the shape of her waist, almost taking her up on the challenge. unfortunately, there was only so much you can leave on doyeon’s body. as much as you want to taint her body red with unique markings, she has an image to maintain so it’ll simply have to wait.

you pull her panties down the gracious curve of her ass, leaving it to slip softly down her thighs then off her legs. your hands caress the silky, supple skin appreciatively, tracing over the dip of her waist to the back of her thighs. you give each of her ass cheeks a hard slap, heart pounding with each moan of hers – you’d think she’s used to this.

"come onnn," she whines, pressing back against you.

"relax." you hum, stroking your hand up and down the long of her back, relishing in the way it freely glides. you gently nudge her knees apart and kneel down behind her. the slight bit of slickness trickling down her lips prompts you to give her a few long strokes of your index, doyeon moans and arches her back further down as the same finger gives hot pleasure within her.

“you’re so pretty.” you compliment, fully admiring all esoteric aspects of her body like a tulip about to bloom – the ones who shimmer in the afternoon and reaches to glow of sunshine- as you start licking between her folds, taking your sweet time to lap every drop of her slick melting down her center. you mouth along her swollen clit through the poetic pleasure rolling into every part of her body, spiking in every nerve ending.

you bury your face farther amid the girl’s puffy folds, licking with passion in your movement, your hands gripping her thighs as you lap away at her hole, occasionally reaching up to flicker across her clit and fling her whole body in a mass of spasm.

your sleeked fingertips gradually begin prodding her entrance, easily sliding between the folds, remaining slow and cautious as to not hurt her. doyeon's nails dig into the comforter, unfamiliar pain lightly shooting up her core and spine.

“you alright?” you ask; there is a tiny waver in your voice, concern and apologetic.

“i-” she sucks air through her teeth, “yeah. keep going.”

reluctant, but complying, you extract your index to replace with your thumb. you hope this helps to start small and later on, prep her to take more. she pants softly, eyes teary and unfocused as her body attempts to choose whether she wants to rock back into your hand, stay rooted at the feeling of being stretched or flee from the unfamiliar pain that’s snaking down her thighs.

you thumb through her opening with consoling words along soothing circles of your hand on her lower back. it diverts her from the pain and creeping pleasure probing inside of her. you extend the process, her gradual whines climbing in octaves when she’d try jerking away from a certain spot being brushed by your inquisitive finger. you'd have to grab her by the elegant curve of the waist, pull her back and keep her in place.

it's just a matter of time before she’s past dripping, pleading and moaning for more. hips inclined back, accentuating the fluid lines of her back; she's crying in nothing but divine ecstasy as you switch back to your index. you draw it out until just the tip is in, then plunge it back in her wet tightness. needless to say, she doesn’t simply see the stars but the cosmos in all its entirety before her eyes.

reiteration of strangled sounds and gasps spill from her lips when you start steadily pumping in and out. she tries stifling them by shoving her head down in the covers, not because she wants to be discreet but rather her embarrassment in hearing those sounds coming from herself – they're melodic, symphonic even, to your ears.

it's something doyeon finds herself loving – the feeling of being handled and taken care of. the knowledge that she can easily be reduced to a messy state if you so desired (as one would expect, you’d have to work for it). doyeon's thighs shake with more thrusts of your fingers reaching deep – and she takes it all, with great difficulty, but it’s a start. her eyes flutter closed as the thick stretch that your fingers amply provide, turn into blissful pleasure to bring her closer to her release.

"how about another?" you ask over the high pitched whines. "can you do that?"

"i don–" you swipe your thumb over her clit and her breath catches in her throat before going back to ball the sheets into her hand. you encourage her with a squeeze on her thigh. "yes, yes."

you add your middle finger, cursing at how tight she is, her spasmic muscles start clenching around you. that's all it takes.

in less than a second, your digits are coated in juices and sleek is sliding down her legs as you easily coax her into a slow, staggering orgasm. she bucks her hips up with one last startled moan and you look on, smug, gently twisting your fingers through the slight burn of her orgasm until she slumps down on her stomach with a silent scream.

#kpop smut #gg smut #doyeon smut #weki meki smut #wlw #gxg smut #sub kpop

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defaulttwig · 3 years ago

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I Miss You

Peter Parker x fem!reader (18+)

Warnings: angst, minor violence, crying, smut

A/N: Reposting this from my AO3

Summary: A mission to befriend and infiltrate Spider-Man's life had succeeded, a little too well. Dealing with the aftermath of your choices, you try to suppress your feelings for the web-slinger, for both your sake and his. Funny how life never really listens, and now you're forced to unbottle your feelings and deal with the consequences of love.

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He groaned, head dizzy from the blast. Gripping the side of his head, he sat up, wincing. He hurt all over.

His gaze roamed in your direction. He froze. The destruction centered there, large pieces of debris scattered where you were. He couldn’t see you.

"No." Peter muttered. He scrambled to his feet, running toward the rubble. "No. No. No. No. This can't be happening."

Peter called out your name. Rapidly turning frantic, he pulled aside bits of rubble. His throat tightened, calling out to you. He just wanted to hear your voice. To know you were okay.

His heart spiked. He couldn't lose another person. Peter couldn't lose you. He grabbed larger pieces of debris and set them behind him. He needed to see you. His vision blurred with tears. He needed you to be alright.

It was heartbreaking to see. Watching Peter lose all cool. You stood far away from all the debris, but you could hear his shaky voice calling out to you. A part of you wanted to comfort him. The part that loved him pulled you forward.

A large hand on your shoulder stopped that from happening. Your expression sank, forced to watch the masked hero look for a body that wasn't even there.

Wilson Fisk patted your shoulder once. "You did your job. It's time you let me do mine."

You bit your lip. Fisk didn't know who Spider-Man was under the mask. You had enough love for Peter to keep his identity safe. Seeing him break down over a death he believed happened, to see how much he cared about you and to do nothing about it, you turned away.

Fisk kept his grip on your shoulder, guiding you away from the wreckage. "Our little victory will be rewarded soon."

You didn't answer. Looking over your shoulder, taking one last look at Peter, you let tears fall freely. He was never going to forgive you for this.

The car door opened and Fisk slid in first. You followed, eyes still on Spider-Man. The guard shut the door and moved to the driver's seat. You did your best to muffle your cries. Peter didn't deserve you.

"That's enough," Fisk reprimanded. He kept his eyes forward, unfeeling to the damage he'd done. "Forget about him. He's the enemy."

Your head fell. Touching your bracelet, you cried harder at the little spider charm on it.

How could a monster like you hurt the boy you loved?

You scowled at the wall, phone pressed to your ear. Your boss spoke gruffly on the other side of the line and you should have paid attention. Unfortunately, the small tv in the corner of the room played the news and the flash of red and blue tore you to that night.

“Do I make myself clear?”

You shook your head. “Yes, sir.”

“I won’t repeat myself. Don’t disappoint me.”

The line clicked and you resisted the urge to throw the phone at the wall. For two years, you had to live with the guilt and pain of hurting Spider-Man. He was a person with feelings and you ripped his heart with your so-called death. Fisk sent you away at that time to seal the deal that you were gone, but now that you were back you weren’t sure if you could handle the proximity.

Sure, he wasn’t right there, but you didn’t want to share a city with the boy you loved. Drawn to him, the urge to console and apologize to him was still prevalent. You tried to stop loving him, but you couldn’t. You touched your bracelet, pinching the spider charm, deep in thought. For the sake of your job, your mission, you requested to not be brought back here.

It didn’t matter to Fisk. For all he cared, you were a machine, an emotionless person. You knew how to suppress and control your emotions. He didn’t realize getting cozy with Spider-Man would soften you. And if he knew, he’d kill you himself. You’d be useless to have feelings.

Falling into your chair, you let your head fall back, rubbing your neck. With a sigh, you laid your hand on the desk, grabbing your mask and putting it on. You twisted the knob of the voice modulator attached under the chin. That was the one thing you hoped to keep Peter from ever learning you were back. If he couldn’t see your face or hear your voice, you’d be just another grunt for him to ignore.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Peter followed after the van from the shadows above. He thwipped his web against a high rise, using it to turn mid-air as the van turned a corner. His attention never left the van, using his instincts to keep him afloat.

For the past few weeks, he’s made major progress on one of Kingpin’s latest projects. Not to toot his own horn, but he’d been on a roll lately. First, there was a thing with Black Cat. She’s the one who tipped him off about the project in the first place, even if it was to get him off her tail. He’d deal with her later and find out whatever her schemes were. Felicia was harmless when she wanted to be.

Fisk had a weapon. A bio weapon. Something that was supposedly in that van. What Kingpin wanted with that weapon, he had an inkling. It was something of a countermeasure against him. Seemed like Spidey would finally meet his match, if the word on the street was anything to go by.

This weapon was deceiving. Something an ordinary person wouldn’t chance a second look at. Something about misdirection, he’s heard. He’s also heard this weapon has been used to knock down Kingpin’s opponents. With efficiency and no mercy. A scare tactic, a dog on a leash. Peter would have to do something about the weapon.

His plan was to either destroy it or take it back with him to…he’d work out the details later. Right now, he landed on a rooftop. Crouching at the edge, he watched closely. He needed to form a plan.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You fiddled with your voice modulator, alternating between a deep voice and one a more robotic voice. The two men in the van with you avoided eye contact but their faces sank in annoyance. You mimicked a laugh akin to a cartoon villain, amusing yourself with the modulator.

“You’re going to break that thing,” one of them said.

You turned the knob, voice deeper. “Fisk will replace it.”

He shook his head, staring at the wall of the van. You wished there were windows back here. “Spoiled brat.”

You dropped your hand to your lap. He couldn’t see your face but visibly tensed, expecting you to lash out on him. Rumors spread about you, none of them true, but it’s been going around that you were some rabid dog. Someone to not tick off or else you’d lose an arm. As much as you hated the lies, you enjoyed what little power it gave you over others.

The van slowed to a stop. You looked up as the door opened. One woman looked over the three of you with apprehension. “Are you-”

“Where’s the stuff?” The man beside you asked.

“Inside.” She locked eyes with your mask. “If you’ll follow me.”

One of the men pointed at you. “Stay here. If you hear anything, then come out.”

You huffed, slinking further into your seat. “Okay.”

The three of them left, closing the door behind them. You went back to fiddling with your modulator, no longer speaking but rather listening to the little clicks of each turn. It was quiet back here. You weren’t sure why you were told to come along if they hadn’t even meant for you to do anything. They were wrong about you being a rabid dog, you felt like a leash constantly kept you bound and at bay, away from any action.

A gunshot made you sit straighter. Two more followed. Then, a third. It was distant and fell quiet shortly after. You prayed it wasn’t who you thought it’d be. Fisk told you the hero was snooping around, but that he lured him away, set him off course. You weren’t supposed to come in contact with him at all.

Your leg bounced. If you left the van, you’d have to see him. If you stayed here, you’d risk a reprimand for not helping. Fisk would call you weak. He’d claim you were disposable.

Neither option sounded great, but the choice was made for you. The two van doors opened and a certain masked hero stared back at you. His lenses widened then narrowed at you, thinking.

“Not the sort of weapon I was expecting. Are you a mutant?”

You panicked. Just hearing his voice made you want to leap at him, to tell him everything. Leap you did, but with the intention to run away. You managed to knock him down and bolted for it, but a web caught your foot and pulled. Crashing onto the ground, you rolled over and saw Spider-Man still by the van.

His lenses narrowed. “I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Why do all the bad guys not humor me?”

You raised your fists. If he wasn’t going to let you run away that easily, you’d have to knock him out. It was your best bet.

“Whoa, whoa.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Maybe I was a little mean. I don’t want to hurt you. Not until I decide what sort of weapon you are.”

You took a step back. Maybe he would avoid a fight with you, if he could help it. Peter did have a soft heart. Clad in black armor, gloves and all, you might have looked hostile. You relaxed your shoulders.

A web shot out at you. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away.”

With your attention solely on him, you let your senses guide you. You sidestepped quickly as the web dismally connected to the ground. Spider-Man hummed at your reflexes.

“Okay. Didn’t expect that. Let’s try that again.”

He shot out his web a second time and you dodged it with the same ease. Spider-Man put his hands on his hips, unsure what to do.

“Okay. Alright. I’ll stop. You win.” He made a show of shrugging and turning around, only to pivot and shoot out another web at you. This time, you dropped low to avoid it, eyes locked onto him. You just wanted to leave but he nodded. “This would be really fun if you weren’t, you know, a criminal. Do you even talk?”

You had enough of this. Flexing your hands, you decided if he wouldn’t stop his games, you’d have to chase him away. If you taunted him into acting first, you’d have the upper hand. “Talking is a distraction.”

“Oh, hey, you do talk.” Spider-Man stepped around you. You turned, following his movements while keeping your back from him. “I was beginning to think how stupid I was talking to myself.”

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to be near him at all, not when he was the enemy. Even if you unmasked yourself, you’d only hurt him worse. You didn’t want to remind him. He looked better, like he forgot about you.

“Come closer and you can talk to my fist.”

“Hey, now, champ.” Spider-Man side-skipped once then returned to walking in a circle. “Is that any way to talk to your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

“You’re stalling.”

“I know, I know.” He nodded. “I’m just trying to figure out what to do with you once I tie you up. I could leave you to the cops like the rest of your buddies back there. Or, I could take you to my lair and get answers out of you, like what Fisk wants with you.”

You thought hard about what could make him tick. There was the obvious, personal stuff you knew about him, but you wanted to goad him into fighting you, not make him hate you. God, your mind flung back to the past.

Peter called your name frantically as he searched the rubble. In excruciating pain but he pushed through it to find out if you were alright. Hearing his voice crack with unshed tears as his masked counterpart cleared away debris.

Spider-Man whistled at you. “Hey, bud, you mind if I just-”

You didn’t even realize you froze. Spider-Man, a mere two feet behind you. You spun around, pushing him away. He couldn’t be too close to you. Mind still scrambled from the painful memory, you muttered his name on accident.

It was enough to put the webbed hero on edge. The lenses of his mask narrowed to near slits. He tilted his head, body tense.

“Where did you hear that?”

You didn’t respond, trying to back away.

He stepped toward you. “Does Kingpin know that name? Is that what you’re here for?”

You raised your arms defensively as he neared. God, you didn’t want him angry like this. You just missed him.

“What does Kingpin know about Peter Parker?” Spider-Man shot out a web at you. “Tell me.”

The web hit your chest but you grabbed it and yanked him toward you. He flung forward, straight into your raised foot that kicked him back. You faltered at his slight wince as he stumbled back. Hurting Peter was not an option for you, you decided.

“Does he know any other names?” Spider-Man was back in front of you.

“No.” Your heart rate spiked.

His voice raised in a slight panic. “You’re lying. Who does he know?”

You stood your ground, fists poised. “Nobody that concerns you.”

“You-” His words died on his tongue. You narrowed your gaze. What could he be thinking, you thought, until his hand wrapped around your wrist and held it between you. Right in front of his eyes dangled your bracelet. “Where did you get this?”

You needed to get away. Pulling your wrist against him, you struggled. His grip on your wrist tightened. You bit your tongue, swallowing down your guilt as you lunged a punch at his face. He caught it, holding you close.

Everything in you screamed to get away from him. Think of Fisk. Your boss. If he found out about this, about your ineptitude, he’d kill you. You did the only thing you could think of. Inching closer, you tugged your wrists toward you, bashing your forehead against his.

Peter stumbled back, stunned as he let go of your wrists. You cradled your wrist with the bracelet. His grip had turned painful. If he held on any longer, he may have crushed it. Truthfully, nailing your forehead against his was the wrong choice to make. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want to hurt Peter. He launched himself at you, throwing a punch at you. You blocked it, refraining from reciprocating. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him.

“You killed her, didn’t you?” Peter continued a barrage of attacks on you. “Why?”

He shot a web to your legs, intertwining them while he punched your stomach. You fell to the ground, cradling your stomach. Peter crouched over you, taking hold of your armor’s collar and reeling his fist back. The white of his lenses barely present.

He punched you once through the mask. You cried out at the pain, head slamming into the ground. You tried to pry his hand off of you, but he had an iron grip. He lifted you up once more to knock you back down. Each time, your warbled cries filtered through the modulator.

“What do you really sound like?” He pulled the modulator, tearing it from your mask. “Who is the person who killed her?”

He punched you again and you cried out his name. “Peter!”

His body froze. Tense, his lenses widened fully. He grabbed the top of your mask and pulled it off, revealing your tousled hair and bloody nose. Hot tears trailed down your cheeks as your lips trembled.

Peter let go of your collar, his hands shaking. “You’re…but you’re…” He turned his hands toward him. “You’re dead.”

You didn’t say anything, choked sobs filling his ears. He shook his head, stepping off of you. As you rolled to your side and held yourself by your elbow, cradling your nose, Peter gripped his head.

“That’s not- I don’t understand.” He jolted toward you, afraid to get closer but desiring answers. Instead, he backed away, pointing a shaky finger at you. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

You hung your head low, crying. He wasn’t supposed to find out. Not at all. Especially not like this. Not from him beating down on his dead girlfriend. Despite your drool and blood leaking from your mouth onto the ground, you hurt on behalf of Peter. Again, here you were causing him pain.

“I didn’t mean for you to-” you choked back on more sobs.

Peter ripped his mask off, his horrified gaze staring down at you. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why are you-? Oh, God, and I just-”

“You didn’t know,” you justified. “Don’t blame yourself for this.”

“You’re alive and you kept it from me and I…And I just-” His gaze hardened. “You’re working with Fisk?”

You wiped away your tears, forcing yourself to swallow down your sobs. “I always have.”

“Even when we-” Peter shook his head. “Even when we were together?”

You knew he didn’t want to hear the answer. “Yes.”

Peter cursed. He paced back and forth, unable to look at you but simultaneously unable to keep his eyes off of you. It led to a very standoffish expression on his face, conflicted with his old love for you and the new information he learned. Was everything in his relationship a lie?

I love you, that much is true. You wanted to say it, but Peter looked too conflicted. Instead, you pushed yourself off of the ground, holding your stomach. Peter glanced at you but looked away in some form of disgust. You decided to help him with his decision. Just like back then, you’d walk out of his life. Only this time, quietly, and with a slight limp.

Peter clenched his jaw, letting you go. His hand itched to smooth your hair down, to wipe your tears and press you to his chest while he told you how much he missed you. He wanted to believe you cared about him. He wanted you to stay.

He put the mask back on and shot a web above, swinging away from the scene.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You spat, letting the blood and saliva mix with the cold water in the drain. Gripping the edge of the sink, you dabbed the wet rag to your nose. Right under your eye, a bruise had begun to form. You groaned in frustration, tossing the rag into the sink and hobbling back to your bed.

It’d been three days since your encounter with Peter. Fisk hadn’t called at all but that was the least of your worries. Fuck your job and life. You sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing your hands over your face and smoothing back your hair with a sigh. All that mattered was Peter. Was he okay?

You glanced around your room. The small studio apartment had been your hideout away from the life Fisk roped you into. It was barren, used only to stay off the streets for a few days before you’d go back to Fisk. Your phone sat on your nightstand, lifeless. You left your charger at your actual apartment and didn’t want to risk calling Fisk and not getting an answer. He’d reach out to you in due time, you guessed.

In the meantime, you put on your hoodie and stuffed your phone in your pocket. Going to the door, you planned to head out onto the roof. Whether for the fresh air or to see Peter again, you couldn’t say. You just didn’t want to be in this place with your thoughts. It was supposed to be a sanctuary from your problems, not a reminder of them.

Opening the door to the roof, you blew a raspberry. It was colder than you thought, pulling your jacket closer. Whatever, you weren’t going back inside. You moved to the parapet, hoisting yourself up and dangling your legs off the edge.

It wasn’t lively down in the streets but it was peaceful. The neighborhood your little hideout was nestled in had been one with low crime, compared to the rest of the city. Higher odds to hide from Fisk, you told yourself. Or, maybe you yearned for a more peaceful life.

You scrunched your face in annoyance, thinking of your reveal to Peter. You toyed with your bracelet, angling the spider charm under the dim lighting of the city. In all honesty, this gift from Peter had been so trivial, you didn’t think he’d remember it. It just showed how much he cared about you, remembering this little charm. There was more memorabilia to have treasured. The sweater you had. The matching necklaces you got that formed a heart. This was so little.

You pulled out your phone, toying with the device. Your gaze unfocused, looking beyond. Down on the street, with faint laughter, a couple walked hand in hand. They looked so in love, innocent in the moment. You squeezed your phone, remembering the pain on Peter’s face after he realized he punched you.

Before you knew it, your eyes squinted in the dim light of your phone as you dialed up a number. Your heart raced, the ringing putting you on edge. This was a mistake. What were you doing? You fool.

The ringing stopped. You held the phone to your ear, waiting. Heavy breathing could be heard on the other side, followed by a shaky exhale. You bit your cheek.

“I didn’t think you’d have it in you to call.”

You let out a soft sigh. “Peter.”

“You remembered my number?”

“Of course.” A small smile made its way to your face.

“I’m sorry.”

Your smile fell. “Peter, you did nothing wrong.”

“You may have lied to me but I hurt you. I…I wanted to kill you.” He sighed deeply. You imagined he swiped a hand over his face. “If I hadn’t taken away the voice modulator, if I didn’t take off your mask…”

“You were hurting.”

“Why did you do it?”

A stray dog scampered across the street. You pulled one leg up, wrapping your arm around it. “Which part?”

“All of it. Why did you date me? Why did you fake your death? Why are you back?”

“You know the answer to that, Peter.”

Only one word swept over both of your minds, the root of your problems.

“Fisk.” Peter took a breath. “Does he know my identity?”

“No. My mission was to get close to Spider-Man. Only I know who you are.”

“Okay.”

Silence fell over you both. You stopped swaying your leg, a question dancing on the tip of your tongue. Somewhere in your stomach, butterflies fluttered around like you had some schoolgirl crush.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You wrapped the string of your hoodie around your finger. “Do you want to come over? To talk?”

This was stupid. You should have been doing your part to stay out of his life. Apologize for what you’ve done, tell him to forget you, end the call, and maybe you’d finally leave Fisk’s clutches. In no way should you ask him to come over. His silence was answer enough. You overstepped. You should’ve stayed dead for his sake.

Peter’s voice crackled to life. “Where are you?”

The corners of your mouth turn up in barely containable joy. You gave him the address of the hideout. Yeah, the idea of this place was to hide from Fisk and the worse parts of your life but this was Peter. If anything, he was the best thing to happen to you. You just wanted to see him again.

“How soon can you be here?” You bit your lip.

His voice was muffled by the sound of wind. “Give me five minutes, tops.”

You agreed to end the call so he could use both his hands. Holding your phone between your thighs, you bit your bottom lip with a smile. This was almost reminiscent of the first time you fell for the web-slinger. It started with a phone call that led him to your apartment, the one everyone knew about. Where Peter confessed his feelings to you and you realized your mission, befriending Spider-Man alone would not be enough.

You decided to wait for him in your room. The window already slid up, you sat on your bed with your knees to your chest. It was pure torture how slow the seconds ticked by. That made it all the more wonderful when time finally sped up by the red and blue suit that crawled through your window.

Peter closed the window, slipping off his mask. He didn’t turn around right away, looking down at his hands. This was a rushed decision on both your parts and unease crept back into you. Neither of you were ready to face one another but here you were. Despite the situation, your heart fluttered.

Peter smiled lowly, shaking his head. He shifted to look at you but his smile fell. His mask crumpled further in his hold. You knew his eyes were locked onto your face, right on your bruise.

You set your feet on the ground, slowly standing as if he were some frail animal you didn’t want to spook. “Hi, Peter.”

“I-” he stammered, dropping his hands at his sides. “That looks bad.”

You touched your cheek lightly, shaking your head. “It looks worse than it feels.”

“Right. Uh.” He shifted, his hand catching his hair. “I don’t really know what to do. I didn’t think this through.”

“Me neither.”

“Your place looks nice.” He gestured to the completely empty space, save for basic furniture. “Love what you’ve done with it.”

You laughed, nodding. “Thanks. I’ll get you in contact with my interior designer.”

Peter took a deep breath, chancing a step forward. And another. His sweet brown eyes met yours, a foot away. He fought back a frown at how closely he could observe your bruises now.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.”

Peter raised his hand, gingerly touching your bruised cheek. You flashed a wince but it was enough to move his hand away. Instead, he brought it to the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing along your jawline.

You touched his wrist delicately. “I should have been honest from the start.”

“Are you…” He touched his free hand to yours. “Are you still working under Kingpin?”

“I think so.”

“You think so?”

“If word gets around that I let Spider-Man take me out without a fight, Fisk will have my head. I’m no use if I can’t keep back the only thing he brought me up for.”

Peter’s gaze sank. “How long have you been a weapon? What exactly makes you a weapon?”

“I just have enhanced reflexes. It’s a really minor strength.” It was so freeing to be able to tell Peter these things. To not have to hide from him anymore. “Almost like your reflexes, without all the spider abilities.”

He nodded. “How’d you get them?”

“Born with it. Fisk just found me and made me an offer.” You frowned. “I wouldn’t have taken it if I had a choice. You know that, right? I didn’t exactly have a great past.”

“I get it but are you willing to change?” Peter’s hand took your own, his mask fallen to the ground. “If I told you that you could be with me. You don’t have to be afraid of Fisk.”

“Peter, I don’t know.” You were honest, at least. “I don’t exactly have a clean record.”

“We’ll get around that together.” Peter rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “You just-you don’t have to live in the shadows anymore. I know you’re a good person deep down.”

“You do?”

Peter smiled. “I do. And something tells me you want to be good.”

You faltered. “But, Fisk.”

“Forget Fisk. If you say yes, I’ll help you. You won’t have to fight him alone.”

Your lower lip trembled. You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling yourself closer. Peter instantly returned the embrace, holding you tightly.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, Peter.”

“And I’m sorry I hurt you.”

You breathed in his scent, closing your eyes. “I’ll do it. Wilson Fisk will no longer control who I am.”

His lips brushed over the top of your head. You couldn’t deny how safe you felt in his arms. At ease. You didn’t blame him for earlier; he didn’t know it was you. Now that you didn’t have to run from Peter, you didn’t want to let go of him for the rest of time.

He murmured against your hairline. “I never stopped loving you.”

You tilted your head back, resting your chin on his chest. The two of you smiled, happy to be reunited. Happy to be back together.

“And I’ve never stopped missing you,” you said.

You placed a hand on the back of his neck. Peter’s grip on you loosened as you stood on the balls of your feet. Your eyes fluttered shut. Lips brushing against his, his hands took hold of your waist, giving you an encouraging squeeze.

Peter mumbled against your mouth. “We should catch up.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He shook his head slightly. “More.”

Peter guided you backwards, his mouth pressed against yours. He parted his lips and you followed, your mouths moving slow with one another. You wanted to bask in this moment. This was both your apology and promise to never leave Peter. You wouldn’t turn your back on him, not now and certainly not ever.

The back of your knees hit the bed. Peter’s hands slid to your thighs. You took the hint and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist while he held you up. He made a feat of climbing onto the bed with ease, easing you onto the mattress so your head rested on the pillows.

You broke the kiss to peel off your hoodie, followed by your shirt. Given that it was night, you hadn’t worn a bra, much to Peter’s delight. He gently cupped your breasts, latching his mouth to yours once more. You sighed on his tongue, goosebumps crawling on your skin. His suit was freezing cold.

Your fingers curled into the collar of his suit, tugging gently. Peter understood the message, breaking apart to peel off his suit until he was in his boxers. As he stripped above you, you raised your hps, sliding off your pants and underwear in one go. He helped pry them off your ankles, tossing them aside.

His name slipped out of you, sitting up to kiss him before he could take off his boxers. You couldn’t stand to be apart from him. Every second would be used feeling him, relearning Peter inside and out. From the way his lips would curl into a smile during your slower kisses, or the feel of his toned chest.

Your hand slipped down to his boxers, touching him over the material. He groaned lowly in your mouth, hips pressing into your touch. A warm response to his excitement, you splayed your palm flat against it. Peter softly moaned your name.

Your finger crooked into the waistband, pulling it out and letting it snap back against him. “Peter, I want you in me, now.”

“Me too,” he muttered against your lips. He broke the kiss. “I missed everything about you.”

Your fingers combed through his hair as he pulled his boxers down and tossed them off the bed. He sighed dreamily, arms wrapping around your middle as he pulled you up to kiss him. Your nails scratched down his stomach, the tips of your fingers reacquainting themselves with a gentle touch to his dick. It twitched slightly.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Peter, have I ever?” You joked.

Your hand wrapped around his dick. Thumbing his tip, Peter shuddered above you. He groaned into your mouth. You continued to simply rub circles on his tip, asking him to touch you back. He kissed you, one hand slipping between you to oblige.

Peter rubbed slow circles around your clit and opening. He gathered your wet slick around his fingers, rubbing faster. Your hand dropped to take his and have both hands on your opening, gathering slick. You brought both to his dick, having him slide your coating on himself. Peter quivered, pressing his lips on yours once more.

He went back to touching you. He only played with your clit a little longer before one finger prodded your opening. You slowly pumped his dick to the rhythm he fingered you. Both of you gasped into one another’s mouths. The faster you pumped him, the faster he fucked his finger into you, quickly adding another while his thumb rubbed circles.

You moaned, thighs tensing. “Peter, I-”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. Bringing one leg behind him, your heel pressed into his lower back, urging him to fill you. Peter kissed you harder, taking his dick and lining it up with your opening. He teased you just a little longer, rubbing his dick up and down along your cunt.

You mewled and Peter immediately gave in, unwilling to control himself with your noises. He inched himself in, your little whines and moans like music to his ears. Fully inserted, Peter peppered your face with kisses.

“I missed you. I missed us.” He muttered against your mouth. “I missed you.”

“Peter,” you pathetically sighed. As much as you missed him too, you impatiently rolled your hips. Your thoughts weren’t as coherent as his at the moment. “Please.”

He pulled out, thrusting back into you. It was a slow start. Peter took his time, allowing you to feel him. He wanted you to remember his dick as much as he remembered your cunt. His eyes fluttered shut, thrusting into you languidly. His control shrank with each thrust, though, as you bucked your hips into his. You had plenty of time to relearn his body, you just wanted him now.

Peter groaned, his resolve gone. He thrust faster, setting a pace for himself. You grabbed hold of the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you while your legs wrapped around his waist. He turned his face, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand forward.

Closing his eyes, he kissed your palm, sliding his lips up to brush over your fingers. Your heart soared as he muttered his love for you against your hand. His mutterings moved to your mouth, his fingers intertwined with yours and pressed your hand to the bed.

He kissed your neck and shoulder, muttering praises to you. You were his beautiful girl. His sweet girl. He squeezed your hand. “I love you.”

Your breaths came out in shaky pants. No thoughts came to mind but how good he felt in you. You still managed to bring your free hand to his back and press him closer and repeat after him. “I love you. Peter, I love you.”

The room filled with your two moans and a mantra of “I love you”s. You two couldn’t come up with anything else to say after, only moaning each other's names and how much you loved each other. Your love raised in volume as Peter bucked into you faster.

“Peter, ah.” you moaned. “Peter, I love you.”

Your moans took over any proper speech. Only Peter continued to breathlessly tell you how much he loved you, thrusting into you wildly. Your hands squeezed, the two of you near your climaxes. You did your best to match his thrusts, back arching and moaning into the dark.

It happened in a hot flash. Both you and Peter groaned as you came together. Your cunt spasmed around his dick, squeezing his cum out of him. Peter’s thrusts lost their rhythm, his hips slamming into yours as he fucked you through your orgasms.

When all your energy was spent, Peter’s hand slipped from yours to hold himself above you properly. He pulled out of you, his dick limp and covered in a slick sheen over your stomach. Your cunt still fluttered, leaking slightly.

You looked him in the eye as Peter’s face screwed tight in pain. He choked back a sob. “God, I can’t believe you’re here. You’re fucking really here.”

You cupped both sides of his face, smiling up at him. “I am. And I’m never going to leave you again.”

He forced a laugh as he smiled back at you. “Good. I don’t think I could lose you a second time.”

He lowered himself to capture your lips one more time. You gripped his dark hair, your throat tightening. The two of you broke the kiss, foreheads pressed together as your grief finally hit.

Years of pain and misery, alone without your other half. You missed him and now you could finally hold him again. Peter buried his face in your shoulder as you both sat up. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding you close.

Together, you both cried out in pain, in relief. So much hurt and now you could be together. He didn’t have to grieve over you anymore, now that you were here in his arms. It didn’t matter what happened tomorrow, what happened with Fisk, or anything. As long as you were together, you’d get through this.

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aboveallarescuer · 4 years ago

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Btw, I wonder if you ever thought about the Jaime/Cersei and Dany/Daario relationships paralleling eachother? I never see people talking about it but some of their quotes and scenes seem intentionally similar to me. + For example, how Daario and Jaime's (yes, Jaime Lannister is a toxic romantic partner, the fandom can stay mad) reaction to their respective marriage proposals are heavily linked with posession (more so than love).

First of all, Anon, I'm assuming you're the same person who sent me two asks, this one and another about Tyrion. Re: the latter ask, I basically agree with your comments and have nothing substantial to add, so I'm going to focus on answering this one.

So, yes, I had thought about similarities between Dany/Daario and Cersei/Jaime before, but I'm glad you sent me this ask because you made me think of more parallels and antiparallels. They are certainly worth discussing because they highlight different aspects of Dany's and Cersei's characters and make it clear, once again, that they are meant to be foils.

(I'm not going to add book quotes here because I'm tired, sorry... But you can ask for evidence in another ask if you find anything I say questionable)

Daario and Jaime are both hot-headed, arrogant warriors presented as alternatives to the husbands of the two queens (Hizdahr, Robert).

Both Dany and Cersei love these men instead of their husbands.

Both Daario and Jaime react angrily when they find out that Dany and Cersei are going to marry.

Both Daario and Jaime ask the queens to leave their husbands and to be with them instead, but they both deny their requests.

Both Daario and Jaime offer to kill their queens' husbands for them. Both Dany and Cersei imagine the two men following through with their threats at some point.

Dany ends her affair with Daario after she takes Hizdahr as her consort. Cersei doesn't end her affair with Jaime after marrying Robert (and she did nothing wrong in this particular situation).

Neither Dany nor Cersei hides their affairs well (though it's worth noting that Cersei is being more reckless in doing so because she was queen consort and her power derived from Robert, while Dany was queen regnant and, therefore, had power in her own right. Indeed, Dany taking Daario as her lover is compared to Lewyn Martell, a man, taking a paramour in Dorne. That certainly isn't how the Faith views Cersei's affair with Jaime. Also, as I said above, Dany's affair lasted while she was unmarried, while Cersei's happened while she was married).

Dany thinks she'll never have a child with Hizdahr because she believes she's infertile. Cersei thought she'd never have a child with Robert back when he was alive because she always took measures to prevent that from ever happening (and she definitely did nothing wrong here).

Dany idealizes her relationship with Daario way more than Cersei idealizes hers with Jaime. For instance, Dany says to herself that she would give up her crown for Daario if he ever asked her to do so, but she doubts he ever would because she assumes he loves her solely because of her power. Cersei never considers giving up her crown for Jaime (to be fair, I don't think Dany would've done that for Daario either). In this particular case, I actually think that Rhaegar is Cersei's Daario, because it's with Rhaegar that Cersei dreamed and still dreams of marrying and having his children and living a blissful life together (though, even in that fantasy, Cersei would still want to be queen, while Dany thinks she'd be content living a normal life alongside the man she loves without any power or luxury in the house with the red door). Daario and Rhaegar (rather than Jaime) are the men who bring out Dany's and Cersei's romantic sides (which makes sense because Cersei idealized Rhaegar back when she was a young girl like Dany). Rhaegar is the one that got away for Cersei, and I imagine Dany will have similar feelings about Daario in the future.

At some point during their reigns, both Dany and Cersei send Daario and Jaime away, but for opposite reasons: Dany does so because Daario advised her to kill her subjects and she's appaled by the suggestion; Cersei does so because Jaime advised her to cooperate with her subjects and she assumes that that means he is disrespecting her authority (which he does sometimes, but not always).

It's harder for Dany to be apart from Daario than it is for Cersei to be apart from Jaime. Dany immediately regrets her decision to send him away and even goes as far as to think that, because she had an indirect role in Hazzea's death for allowing Drogon to roam freely, she is a monster just like Daario (seriously, how can anyone think that book!Dany is arrogant???). Meanwhile, Cersei only comes to regret her decision to send Jaime away after she needs his help, specifically after the Faith arrests her and she has no reliable option to choose to fight for her life in a trial by combat.

Both Dany and Cersei spend most of their storylines away from these men. (I could be wrong, but I don't think GRRM had Daario out of the picture because he was supposedly bored with him like I've seen some BNFs or 'neutrals' argue... I do think that was a choice specifically made to strengthen the parallels between Dany and Cersei).

Both Daario and Jaime feel jealous of Dany's and Cersei's relationships with other men throughout AFFC/ADWD.

Daario returns with the Stormcrows when Dany recalls him even though it would have been beneficial to betray her and turn to Yunkai's side, especially since he already knew that the Second Sons had done that. Jaime doesn't return when Cersei asks him to go back... You could even say that he switches sides, in a way, by deciding to prioritize Brienne's request instead. This is part of a larger pattern: while most of Dany's people (including Daario) remain loyal to her by the end, almost all of Cersei's allies abandon her. While it's said that Dany managed to keep everyone (former slaves and former masters) together, Cersei destroyed the Lannister-Tyrell alliance due to her poor decisions.

ADWD Daenerys X ends with Dany thinking about how Daario wouldn't mind seeing her in such a messy state like how she is by the end of the chapter. AFFC Cersei X ends with Cersei hoping against hope that Jaime will return and win her trial by combat. Both expect to be reunited with and to be saved by their lovers at the end of these chapters.

Dany doesn't trust Daario, but she doesn't close herself off from him either, which is why she has the support of the Stormcrows. Cersei says she lost her trust in Jaime, but then, by the end, she is in such a dire situation that she desperately decides to put all her hope in him and trust him way too much (to a degree that even Qyburn finds concerning since he lost his hand). This is part of a larger pattern: while Dany is wary of some people, she knows that she should still take risks and make alliances. This attitude doesn't make her omniscient and she is not immune to making mistakes or to people (like Brown Ben) betraying her, sure. That being said, Dany still remains open-minded, cooperates with influential allies and makes a peace agreement that could have worked if the deal wasn't inherently false for prioritizing the privileges of the masters over the lives of the slaves and if her primary goal wasn't to protect the disenfranchised first and foremost. Meanwhile, Cersei thinks she should distrust everyone, which leads her to alienate potential allies that could have been useful and to be surrounded by people who claim to agree with her on everything, but who are neither experienced nor reliable. Then she creates plans that rely way too much on these very untrustworthy people, which is why they backfire: from the construction of the dromonds (which she relied on Aurane Waters, who turned his back on her) to the attempt on Bronn's life (which she relied on Balman Byrch, who turned his back on her) to the scheme to have Margaery and her cousins arrested (which she relied on Osney Kettleblack, who turned his back on her) to the decision to rearm the Faith Militant (which she relied on the High Sparrow, who turned his back on her) to her decision to trust that Jaime (who also turned his back on her) will return to fight for her life ... I'm sure there are more examples, but that's enough to illustrate my point. Cersei's thinking is too extreme, while Dany has a healthy distrust of others. As a result, Cersei makes hasty decisions and burns bridges unnecessarily, while Dany is able to make more carefully weighed decisions, as well as to create and maintain important alliances.

Finally, I think Dany and Daario's relationship is more positive than Cersei and Jaime's. Not only there's no verbal abuse or disrespect of sexual consent like how it happens with Cersei/Jaime, but Daario didn't switch sides to Yunkai, gave her good counsel (such as when he tells her to hold court and reminds her that her children need her) and genuinely cares about Dany, which we see from when he tells her not to get married time and again to when we contrast him with Osney. He is possessive and brags about sleeping with her on some occasions, yes, but I think it was @evilwomen who pointed out in one of our conversations that Dany doesn't feel bothered by any of that, which goes to show how much she loves him, since she's willing to forgive actions that would be considered insults for his sake.

So, once again, thanks for this ask, Anon, it encouraged me to think about connections that I hadn't considered before.

And you know, I said this before and will say it again... This is why I think Dany is the YMBQ... Not just because she clearly fits all the requirements, but because she and Cersei were way too carefully written to parallel and contrast each other (so much so that the author mentioned that in multiple interviews). You said you "never see people talking about" the parallels between Cersei/Jaime and Dany/Daario, but look at how much I managed to find off the top of my head (and I'm not even sure this is comprehensive, tbqh)??? Now imagine that happening to all of their casts of supporting characters and to all the political events and to pretty much every single aspect of their characterizations and storylines. Their parallels and antiparallels are really overwhelming, and it's why I decided to make gifs showing why they're foils.

#daenerys targaryen #cersei lannister #daario naharis #jaime lannister #answered #asoiaf meta

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sepublic · 4 years ago

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Amelia’s Alzheimer’s?

From what Owen Dennis told us, Book 5 of Infinity Train would’ve been a movie, covering Amelia’s takeover of the train… Which, I don’t know if Book 5 would’ve gone over her takeover, AND her eventual arc post-Book 3, but; I believe the implication is that like Book 4, this movie would’ve been a pure prequel, set in the past. A good look and further contextualization of Amelia’s past sins and how she got into the headspace she now has, in order to set up for a future Book where she finally gets her proper arc.

That leaves just three other books… One about Guilt, the next about Revenge, and the last of Acceptance. Book 5 is about Grief fittingly enough, and we know that Book 8 (Acceptance) would’ve delved into a passenger with alzheimer’s, whose condition would’ve kept them from engaging with the Infinity Train’s intended function properly. Owen Dennis mentioned how this final season would’ve been based on his own experiences with his grandfather, who had a similar issue in the past.

It’s easy to assume that Book 8 would’ve been about a whole new character, which leaves either Books 6 or 7 for the resolution to Amelia’s arc- But what if that’s not the case? The Book 8 protagonist would be pretty old, presumably, so…

…What if Amelia was the Book 8 protagonist? What if, by the end of the series, Amelia’s age would’ve caught up to her, and she’d start developing alzheimer’s- Further complicating her attempts to get her number down, especially when she can no longer remember Alrick like she used to!

Think about it- Amelia as the final protagonist would be a neat book-end to the series, given how we began with her as the final antagonist of Book 1. The show starts and ends with Amelia, who alongside One-One and Samantha the Cat (and arguably Randall) are basically the core, central tenet characters of the entire show. The resolution of Infinity Train is the resolution of Amelia, who serves as the passenger most entwined with the train, having once been its conductor even!

Not only that, but with how Amelia’s character serves as a means of criticizing and showing the fallibility of the Infinity Train, how she’s able to game the system, how she works in a place to criticize One-One’s direction with it… And her having to deal with alzheimer’s could continue that theme of Amelia’s character being a commentary on the flaws of the Infinity Train, if it can’t account for her memory loss!

Amelia’s memory loss would be difficult to work with, if we’d only gotten to know her in just Book 8; But now we have Books 1, 3, 4, and 5 (at the very least!) to bring background and context to her life-story, and it’s a LONG one too! Setting up Amelia’s past in great detail, going into the intricacies across the entire show… It could be setting up the audience to remember all of this, when Amelia herself can’t- So we can get a better idea of her frustration, of how she ended up here when Amelia herself is confused, etc.! We gain a deep and intimate understanding of Amelia’s past for her, in preparation for the memory loss of Book 8.

Owen talking about how Book 8 would’ve been based on his own experiences, watching his grandfather deal with amnesia- From a meta sense, the audience could serve Owen’s role! We’re the younger people, watching Amelia, our favorite old lady, grow across the series… We get attached to her, she’s basically like family, so naturally it hits harder to see her lose her memory. It’d be a meta way for Owen to really capture what he experienced in real life, by having the audience take his position when observing the character of Amelia.

From an in-universe standpoint, perhaps Hazel could serve as the proxy for Owen! She’s more or less Amelia’s daughter in the technical and arguably figurative sense- We don’t know exactly how their relationship would progress, and the last time we had hopes of Found Family for Hazel, it didn’t quite work out… But regardless. Perhaps Hazel, as a kid with relation to the older Amelia, would’ve gotten to grow up with her surrogate caretaker, learn to value and appreciate her and vice-versa; And then we see from Hazel’s pained perspective, the loss of Amelia’s memories. Perhaps Amelia losing her memories of her times with Hazel, even!

This could tie Amelia and Hazel’s stories together, especially with how linked the two are, with Hazel resulting from Amelia’s failed attempts to bring back Alrick! And Hazel has a few of Amelia’s memories- She remembers taking ballroom dance lessons, because Amelia was drawing upon those memories when trying to recreate Alrick. Hazel could serve as a young guide to comfort Amelia, a genuinely emotional connection, someone who remembers what Amelia can’t, in the absence of Alrick.

Book 8 would’ve been about Acceptance- AKA the final part of the 5 stages of Grief, when dealing with the death of a loved one… And Grief is the theme of Book 5, Amelia’s origin story! Amelia would accept the death of Alrick at the end of Book 8, and perhaps Hazel could learn to accept the death of Tuba and another family member in Amelia… In the sense that yes, Amelia is leaving her too- But Hazel will learn to move past Tuba’s death, and perhaps her own experience can help Amelia as well. They can grieve for Amelia’s memories, for Alrick, etc.

It’d also be an interesting and frustrating challenge for Amelia- As someone who no doubt has at least some pride in her intellect and mind, having her own mind start to degrade… It’d really put her into an interesting headspace, and force Amelia into that acceptance of what is inevitable, that some things she really can’t change. And of course, this could deal with theme of acceptance, of how Amelia clings to her past with Alrick; Having her memories of him start to fade could really shake this up, and force her to re-evaluate her life and values, her priorities… Perhaps decide to instead focus on the Now and Future, accepting that her past with Alrick is not only long-gone, but possibly due to be forgotten. That she can love and appreciate what it did for her, but Amelia has no choice but to move on- Even without those memories, without that past, she still has a future with Hazel and everyone else to keep living for.

For all we know, Samantha the Cat could even come into play here! She’s someone with access to people’s tapes, among them none other than Amelia’s- And before she gave it to Simon, Samantha also had the ability to create new tapes from passengers on the go. Samantha is a long-lived denizen, at least about 150+ years old, she’s lived and seen the entirety of Amelia’s reign, and was likely there since the very beginning; Owen Dennis did allude to Samantha being present in Book 5… Specifically, he suggested that us seeing Samantha kill someone was a possibility, amidst One-One or Amelia committing murder instead; And that of course suggests that, regardless of whether or not the Cat kills someone in Book 5, she’d still be a prevalent character.

Samantha having that past with Amelia, and her own conniving nature, could possibly lead to her conflicting with Hazel, perhaps recounting memories differently, or trying to tell them in a way that’d sway Amelia to her side, who knows? It’s also worth noting that she’s someone who has regret and loss in Simon… So perhaps if she served as a central cast member for Book 8 (befitting my point about Amelia being a book-ends kind of character), Samantha would’ve learned to accept the death of Simon, and/or help Hazel and Amelia move on as well. It’d be a fitting and appropriate farewell, I believe, to have Amelia and Samantha, two main-stays since the beginning, have their arc at the very end of the series.

And Hazel? Hazel could be representative of a new generation, to step up and take the mantle passed down. One-One’s own input would be fascinating, because like Samantha and Hazel, he has quite the past with Amelia, and a lot of significance and understanding of her sins. And with his control of the Infinity Train, I can see him attempt to recreate Amelia’s destroyed tape, or even try to create a new tape for her, to try and get around Amelia’s memory loss. The Infinity Train selectively deciding which memories it only thinks are important could lead to disagreement with One-One and conflict, exposing the flaws of the system- And/or, the Infinity Train might come across a roadblock because it can’taccess Amelia’s memories anymore!

This could be a culmination for One-One’s arc as well, as seeing his failure to account and accommodate Amelia’s alzheimer’s, leads him to decide to make MAJOR reforms to the Infinity Train as a result! Maybe he’ll even stop the whole process of kidnapping passengers (while still letting the denizens function and roam freely). Him and Amelia have an unusual, kind of at-odds but not really, sort of frenemy relationship; They’re working together, they’ve been enemies, they’ve collaborated, each was the reigning conductor at one point. We could have Samantha as someone with negative recollections of her time with Amelia, One-One with overall netural ones, and Hazel with positive associations! Three different people with different pasts and interactions with Amelia, to provide their own input on their time with her, and thus help her rediscover her past…

…Or, at the very least- Come to terms and accept who she is, and finally move on. And, it goes without saying that Amelia’s dilemma with her huge number could be complicated by her Alzheimer’s, if she can’t remember things- And it’d be interesting to see how it might fluctuate, if at all. Perhaps Amelia’s progress actually gets pretty good, but THEN the memory loss begins to kick in, and that frustrates her. It’d teach the lesson that progress is not linear, that sometimes you might backtrack, you might think you’re so close, only to have retread the same path… And sometimes you’re tired of the journey and just want to get to the destination, to the final stop at the end of the railroad. We could have Amelia learn to accept help from others, to not try and seize control for herself as all-powerful Conductor, to gain some humility amidst her pride in her own ability and intellect…

We could have Amelia awkwardly navigate the train without her memories, stumbling across and slowly figuring out what needs to be done in order to lower her number, with just the number’s movement as an indicator, and no memories to work off of! Her only hints are whenever her number moves to a certain situation, so Amelia really has to work backwards… Through trial and error, figure out what needs to be done; Perhaps a callback to Grace and Simon, who had no guidance and struggled with figuring out what their numbers expected of them.

It’d be an interesting book-end to THAT point, especially since it was Amelia who unknowingly contributed to Grace misinterpreting the function of her number, so then having Amelia rectify this with herself, learning to properly figure out what her number means, and then accepting that without going into denial like Simon did… It’d really show the growth of her, but also the series, and of course the fact that Grace and Simon were literal kids, and Amelia is a seasoned adult. And of course, there’s the existential questions, if Amelia is a different person without her memories, if those sins still apply if she can’t remember them anymore, if she’s essentially disconnected and detached, etc.

We might see Amelia operate without any memories of her grief with Alrick, see how she is without that- And it might concern and frustrate Amelia, because she could conflate moving past Alrick, as being the same as getting rid of him truly… And the memory loss certainly doesn’t help. Who is she without her memories? It could lead to an identity crisis that echoes back to Book 2’s themes. Amelia without memories might learn to rediscover herself by looking into her past, perhaps existing without recollection, just this number she slowly figures out how to lower. Perhaps having a new, more detached/objective look at her own past, from a perspective as someone who doesn’t remember them, so it feels like the recollections of a stranger- It might contribute to Amelia really coming to terms with happened, with herself, and finally Acceptance.

It really could be the culmination of the series; With how the age of protagonists for each Book gets progressively older, Amelia’s elderly age and Alzheimer’s would’ve been the end of the line, the final stop/destination for the train. It’d make Amelia the central Passenger of the show, who we’ve been following since Book 1, watching her progress, in a sense seeing her grow up- And then finally seeing her grow old and suffer from Alzheimer’s. The journey of the Infinity Train could be the journey of Amelia, from her boarding the train, to the final destination, literally and figuratively. It could tie into the arcs of Hazel, Samantha, and One-One, and finally deconstruct the Infinity Train with an outsider who did exactly like that!

What do you guys think? I think it’d be quite the experience to watch Amelia grow and struggle as a person, so it really does feel personal and intimate to us, when we know her memories, only for Amelia herself to lose them... A fascinating, bittersweet study and journey of Amelia, but one we accept, because the journey made the destination worthwhile.

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hwangsbbg · 4 years ago

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First - Hyunjin

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In which reader is worried about her first time with Hyunjin but it ends up being everything she’s dreamed of.

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"I really don't know what to do" You groaned, your head resting in your best friend's lap as you told him of your problems.

Hyunjin was going to be quite busy for the rest of the week with the rest of stray z with this project he couldn't tell me about.

The last time I had seen him was yesterday which explains why I was here ranting to Eric about my "relationship issues".

"It's not like I don't want to but every time we go a little far I start freaking out and I back out." I explain as the older boy runs a hand through his blonde hair.

Eric and the rest of the boyz were on break for around a month so I was over at their dorms whenever I could and spending time with my best friends.

I had to go back to the US in a month however to start my tour. I was on vacation for a good three months and decided to come spend it with my boyfriend and friends.

"You've been dating for like a year. I'm sure he really loves you and he won't force you to do anything you don't want to" Eric explains making me groan in frustration again.

"A year and four months. It's not that I don't want to, I just.. I feel like I'm gonna disappoint him or it won't be how either of us imagined" I let out.

"Listen dude. If you're feeling insecure or something let me remind you of the thousands of fanboys you have as well as the idols and celebrities who've tried hitting on you. You're gorgeous. Hyunjin knows that and I'm sure you wouldn't disappoint him. But if you're still scared, that's fine. You don't have to rush anything." Eric smiles a little towards the end of his small rant making me sit up and give him the tightest hug possible.

"You are the bestest friend I could ever ask for" I said before the door opened revealing Kevin.

"Kevinnn" I ran up to him and hugged him, his arms wrapping around me, returning the hug before letting go.

"Hey! What're you doing here? You said you were coming tomorrow" Kevin spoke.

"I needed advice" I pouted walking back towards Eric and laying down where I previously was.

"About what? Maybe I can help" Kevin sat down on the seat next to me and before I could even speak up, Eric began speaking.

"She's scared to have sex with Hyunjin" He spoke bluntly, my eyes widening at his unfiltered words.

"Well I wouldn't call it scared" I defended myself not really knowing why as Kevin gave me the dad look.

"You know, you shouldn't rush yourself. Your body knows when it's ready or not. You don't have to do it for him. When you're both ready it'll happen" Kevin explained, a soft expression adorning his face.

"But it's not like I don't want to. I do, it's just I get super nervous before anything happens" I explain exactly what I did with Eric before Kevin spoke up again.

"Don't even worry about this. Just live like it doesn't even matter and one day you'll feel if it's right and it'll happen okay" Kevin told me, giving me a tight hug.

"I literally love you guys. I needed this" I smiled as Kevin spoke up announcing he had to shower before leaving Eric and I alone.

"I'm heading back to my house in like two hours" I told Eric as he turned on the videogame console and handed me a controller.

"Two hours is enough to beat at least a hundred times" I laughed, picking my avatar for the race.

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I opened the door to my house, walking in with Hyunjin following after me. He turned around and locked the door before we made our way up to the stairs.

Yes, I had bought a house in Seoul. I had the money and frankly it was much easier to stay at my own house then pay for a hotel every time I visited, which was alot.

Hyunjin was finally done with his secret project with the rest of Stray kids and came over to spend some well needed time with me.

I followed him to my room, giggling as he almost tripped over a staircase. I stayed the door, watching him in amusement as he opened the door and ran straight for the bed, plopping down onto it.

He rested his back against the dashboard and grinned at me, tapping on his lap making me laugh as I understood what he was implying.

I closed the door behind me, hurrying over to my boyfriend and sitting down on his lap, chest to chest, face to face with my feet on both sides of his legs.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around me before speaking up.

"It's only been three days but I missed you. What am I gonna do when you leave for tour again" He pouted, as I rested my forehead against his.

"We have a whole month and a half left, and when I leave I'll call you everyday. And remember we'll see each other in Berlin" I gave him a small peck, smiling widely at him as I pulled away, our noses still touching.

"If only we could stay like this forever" He sighed, his fingers rubbing circles on my waist.

I simply hummed in response, using my fingers to brush a loose strand of his golden colored hair back in place.

"You know you're really pretty" I blurted out, not really knowing why those were the words that decided to make their way out of my mouth.

"Thanks baby, you too" He chuckled, placing his lips on mine again.

I smiled into the kiss as he lifted his head up a little from the headboard allowing me to place my fingers in his hair and pull him closer.

"Your kisses are intoxicating" He pulled away.

I smiled for the hundredth time, reconnecting our lips as his hands held onto my waist keeping me steady.

I felt him nibble lightly on my bottom lip asking for entrance which of course I granted to him.

I felt his tongue brush against mine before mine responded and both of us began moving in sync.

We were actually quite often like this. Alone, in our own little world, appreciating each other's company.

I pulled away, leaving a kiss on his lips, cheeks and forehead, cupping his cheeks with both hands and smiling widely.

"I love you so much it hurts" I told him.

"I love you more baby. So much. I'm gonna marry you someday" He answered.

I couldn't even explain the amount of love I had for this man as I reconnected our lips, this kiss needier than the previous ones as I wasted no time in latching our tongues together and letting him create a steady pattern with his.

His finger trailed under my shirt, leaving a cold and tingling sensation on my waist as he continued whatever it was he was doing with his tongue.

He detached his lips from mine before quickly reattaching them on my ear, nibbling lightly on the lower part before moving down along my neck.

I let out a few ragged breaths as he began kissing and sucking lightly on my neck, his hands going up to my bra.

I let out a small whimper as he began sucking on a certain spot causing him to chuckle in satisfaction as he continued sucking on that same spot, applying a bit more pressure.

Meanwhile his hands palmed by breasts, covered by my bra. He squeezed on them making me involuntarily arch my back causing my hips to twitch forward.

A groan emitted from his lips as he began sucking on the exposed part of my collarbone, the only part my skin would allow him to.

"Let me just" he pulled away, hooking his fingers to my shirt before pulling it off.

"Gosh, you're beautiful. So beautiful baby" he latched his lips back onto my collarbone, more of it exposed with me now being topless.

He squeezed on my breasts again, rubbing on them as I let out a few barely audible moans mixed with whines.

He pulled away, pulling his shirt off in a swift motion as I indiscreetly stared at his body. His gorgeous muscles, his six pack abs, his tan skin, his chest, everything about him was absolutely magical, breathtaking.

"You're so fucking hot" I could feel my face heating up as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear, grinning, before cupping my face and pulling me into another kiss, this one sloppy as we were both simply desperate to feel more of each other.

He moved his hands back onto my hips, holding onto them as he guided them, moving them back and forth. I could feel my ass rutting against his growing erection and despite the layers of clothing I could feel the sensation on my core making me more and more wet by the minute.

He clearly wanted me to feel him as he let out a small groan, moving in the same rhythm as he moved my waist.

I pressed a few kisses on his neck before moving to his collarbone and sucking. I couldn't mark his neck or he would get in trouble but I freely let myself suck all over his beautiful collarbones, red marks decorating his skin as my hands roamed over his toned stomach.

"Ok baby.. um.. you're going kinda far now" he moaned, holding on to my face and pulling me away to look at him.

We had never gone this far, as I'd usually panic and he'd tell me it was okay and go take care of himself but after talking with Eric and Kevin I was convinced I could go through with it.

"Sorry" I apologized. If my skin weren't so dark, I'd be as red as a tomato.

"You don't need to apologize, I just don't want you to go further than you're ready to you know. I'm fine with what we do until you're ready" He whispered.

"I think I'm ready" I nodded at him. I was absolutely in love with him and I needed him right now.

"Are you sure baby" He asked, grabbing onto my hands and kissing both of them.

"I'm positive" I reassured him. He grinned. He was as virgin as I was and tried not to show how nervous he was when he trailed his finger upwards to the hook of my bra and unhooked it.

He easily pulled my bra off and stared at my exposed breasts, his breath hitching before he slowly moved his hands up and cupped them.

"Fuck baby" He groaned, moving his lips to them and kissing one, sucking on several spots leaving dark purple marks before taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it and letting it go with a popping sound before moving to the other.

I let out a moan, gripping onto his hair as he sucked harder on this nipple, his teeth slightly grazing on them making me hiss in pleasure.

He let go and the cold air immediately hit them making me shiver.

He chuckled at my reaction, picking me up and flipping us over so he was hovering over me.

"I love you so much beautiful" he pecked my forehead then my lips as he intensely watched my fingers undo his belt, then his jeans buttons before he helped me remove his jeans completely.

The bulge in his pants looked much bigger as the only thing covering it was now his boxers.

The nervous feeling kicked in again but it wasn't enough to overtake the absolute neediness I felt for my boyfriend at this moment.

I slowly moved my hand to palm his erection earning the loudest groan I've heard from him all day.

I began rubbing my hands up and down his boxer hidden length while he hooked his fingers on my jean shorts and breathed a "fuck" before pulling them down along with my underwear.

"Fuck. Fucking hell. Baby" he dragged the last word, staring at my body, completely naked and only for his eyes.

He moved his hand along my thigh, trailing it upward and stopping just before my core.

I looked up at him, desperately wanting him to touch me as he reattached our lips.

"You're so fucking hot" Hyunjin let out, finally touching me where I wanted by tracing a finger on my slit.

"Look at you already so wet for me" He tugged on my bottom lip, easily slipping a finger in my heat causing me to groan.

"Hmm you like that babygirl?" he curled his finger slowly moving it in and out before adding another one.

"You're so wet for me baby, look at how easily my fingers fit" he spoke, barely audible as he continued thrusting in and out of me with his fingers, his thumbs going my clit and rubbing on it.

The scenario was giving me more pleasure than the actions itself. Hyunjin, almost fully naked, his lips on mine and his fingers fucking me. Hell it was straight out of one of those wet dreams I had.

I arched my back to give him more access as he continued what he was doing, his hand going back up to grab one breast and massage it.

"Please, I want you, so badly" I finally let out.

"Fuck babygirl if you keep speaking like that I'm not gonna last long" He groaned removing his fingers making me wince at the loss of contact.

He was now on his knees between my legs as he began removing his boxers revealing his very erect length.

My eyes widened at it, wondering how the hell it was supposed to fit. He seemed to have noticed my worrying because he quickly spoke up.

"Don't worry baby, it'll fit. Trust me" He said making me nod as he threw the boxers aside.

He lowered himself so that his face was inches away from my heat as I stared at him in confusion.

He began kissing my legs all the way up to my thighs where I was certain he left a hickey or two before his face was directly in front of my core, his hot breath sending shivers to my core.

"I've always wanted to taste you" he said, attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out the loudest squeal ever, feeling an insane amount of pleasure all at once.

He began circling his tongue around my clit and sucking on it making me a wriggling mess.

"Mm stop moving" he mumbled against me as he used a hand to push me down. My hands unconsciously went to the back of his head, pulling him closer as he made out with my clit.

"Please. Fuck please. Don't stop" I let out whatever word I could think of as I tried pushing his face against me even more as if to get more pressure.

He smirked, licking a long stripe on my heat before sticking his tongue where his fingers once were. The warm feeling of his tongue inside of me, exploring my inner walls, thrusting in and out of me was driving me crazy to the point where I couldn't think straight.

"I want you. Please. So badly" I told him. I wasn't one to beg but when I had my very sexy boyfriend naked in front of me, between my legs, begging was the least of my worries.

"Of course babygirl" He pulled away, grinning at me, his lips swollen and red and his face flushed with strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

"Isn't this is your first time too" I asked him and it seemed to make his confidence falter for a while as he blushed and muttered a small "yeah".

"Let me take care of you too then" I spoke up, instructing him to sit against the dashboard of the bed again.

"You don't have to do this babe" "No I want to" I said positioning myself between his legs.

"I really have no idea what I'm doing" I told him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Just whatever feels right" He hissed when I grabbed hold of his member. I began stroking it, wrapping my hand fully around it and moving my hands up and down.

"Fuck.. yes like that baby" he moaned as I rubbed by finger on the tip of his cock, dragging it on the pink slit.

I out some spit on his length and rubbed it all around allowing me to move my hands faster.

"Fuckkk. Yes baby like that" He looked completely fucked out and absolutely breathtaking with his pupils dilated, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes staring at me and what I was doing.

I finally took the tip in my mouth, continue my movement with my hands as I licked around the tip before hollowing my mouth and sucking on it.

I continue sucking, going deeper each time until I reached my limit. I made sure to not let my teeth get involved as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

"Ah I- I think I'm gonna come" he let out. I continued my actions, bobbing my head faster. Despite trying to control himself he began thrusting into my mouth, his cock twitching.

With a final thrust he released with a loud moan, eyes closed as he regained his breath. He opened his eyes to see me swallow the load he had just shot into my mouth.

"Fuck that's so hot" he ran a hand through his hair.

"You're so hot. You drive me completely crazy" He spoke in between breaths making me giggle.

"Can you keep going? Cuz I really need you right now" I rested my hands on his thighs and stared at him awaiting an answer.

"Fuck you really thought we were going to end things there?" He shook his head, making me smile as I laid on my back with him between my legs.

"Do you have a condom" He asked me, realizing he hadn't brought one.

"I'm on birth control" I answered simply, making him grin.

I had started taking the pills to control my period and the pain.

"Damn I just came and I'm already so hard again" He let out, rubbing the tip of his lenghth along my slit making both of us moan at the feeling.

He slowly inserted the tip making me hiss at the foreign feeling. Two fingers were nothing compared to his member.

"You okay babygirl" He asked. I nodded, giving him the pass to continue as he moved deeper inside until he was fully in and you couldn't see any of his member anymore.

"Fuck you're so tight. And warm. It feels so fucking good." He groaned, falling as if he were on cloud 9.

After the slight burning subsided I gave him the signal to start moving and so he did. He slowly moved out until only the tip remained inside of me before thrusting back in.

"Fuckkk Hyunjin" I moaned surprising myself and how loud and high pitched it was. But the sensation he had brought now was one I had never felt before.

"Say my name again babygirl" he repeated his actions as I moaned his name once more, fueling his ego.

"Fuck you're so tight but you take me so well. Don't you babygirl" he began gaining speed.

"Mmm only you Hyunjin" I replied, shutting my eyes closed and enjoying the feeling.

Hyunjin lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and began thrusting even deeper than I had imagined was possible.

"FUCK- FUCK RIGHT THERE " I cried out as he hit a specific spot that sent a tingling feeling through my entire body.

He watched as my boobs bounced with every thrust, the scene making his release approach faster and faster.

Hyunjin bent down and began kissing me, messily as he continued thrusting, deeper and harder, always hitting the spot that had me going crazy.

"Fuck you're so hot Hyunjin. Fuck- fuck you're gonna make me come. You make me feel so fucking good" I cried as he moved to attack my jawline with kisses.

I could feel his cock twitching inside me and I could tell I was also close to releasing.

"So beautiful. All mine. Mmm you're all mine" he grabbed hold of both my hands, entangling them with his own as his thrusts began slowing down but he kept thrusting with the same intensity.

I felt my walls clenching around him more and more with each thrust.

"F-fuck Jin I'm gonna cum" I squeezed his hands tight as I reached my orgasm, my walls clenching around his cock as he came one again, inside of me.

"I love you so fucking much" He whispered, kissing my forehead before rolling over next to me.

"I love you too babe" I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.

"We need to clean ourselves" Hyunjin said making me nod.

"Wait here" He stood up towards the bathroom as I waited and after a few minutes he came back.

He picked me up bridal style making me giggle before taking me to the bathroom.

I smiled at him as I saw the bathtub ready. He put me down and I almost fell down, gripping onto his shoulder.

"Whoa baby, don't worry I got you" he said, holding me steady and helping me inside the tub.

"I'll be right back" he disappeared into the room for a few minutes before reappearing.

"I'm here" he climbed in the tub besides me, pulling me against him so that my back was against his chest.

He lovingly wrapped an arm around me while using the other to rub soothing circles on my thighs.

After a few kisses, a bunch of “I love you”s and actually washing ourselves clean, we went back to the bedroom where he had put on new sheets.

I smiled at him as he handed me a pair of underwear and his shirt to wear while grabbing a pair of sweatpants himself.

Yes, this was my house but it was full of his stuff as he often came over and even slept over.

"I'm glad this happened. I'm glad my first time was with you. With someone I love. It was absolutely amazing." Hyunjin told me, pulling me into his chest before we both fell asleep.

--------------- two days later -------------

"So you actually did it" Kevin asked in surprise and I nodded. Again if it weren't for the color of my skin I'd be as red as a tomato.

"Well, how was it" Eric asked right as Juyeon walked in the room.

"How was what" He asked sitting down beside us.

"She lost her virginity two days ago to Hyunjin" Eric told him, revealing my personal life as if it were nothing once again.

"Oh, congrats?" Juyeon laughed, giving me a small hug before speaking up again.

"Remember my offer still stands. If he ever hurts you I can kick his ass" Juyeon spoke making everyone in the room laugh.

"But really though, how was it" Eric spoke once again, not forgetting his original question.

"Um.. magical" I replied. It was simply magical. Better than I could've ever dreamed of.

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids oneshot #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #kpop smut #kpop #the boyz

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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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Italian Thighs. They’re a blessing

Uh... I have a D&D campaign to write, but hngg, horny brain taking over and I couldn’t decide who’s thighs I would like to ride and grind against more so... here. Have a fem!reader riding Risotto and Caesar’s thighs. Separately, though that would be one hell of a paring. I would be more than happy to write a male version of this as well, or gender neutral! Just leave a comment.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS (Risotto): grinding, biting, spanking

Word Count: 691

WARNINGS (Caesar): grinding, teasing, lip biting, nipple play

Word Count: 511

Risotto Nero

It was no secret to Risotto that you loved his thighs, but... this brought it to a whole different level. You were very drunk when you had said under your breath that you would kill a man to get the chance to grind on his thighs until you came over and over again. Thank god you were the only people there, because the shock on his face was one that he would have never lived down if people had seen it. He brought it up a few days later when you were sober and not hungover.

You turned beat red, stuttering out an apology or something along those lines.

“I want to try it,” was all he said. You couldn’t even get out a ‘what’ before he sat down in his desk chair. “Come here.”

God, it took everything in you to not run and leap onto his thigh. You couldn’t deny you hadn’t dreamed about this moment, you had just hoped you’d be a little more suave and sexy about it. Regardless, you walked over, standing in front of him waiting for your next order.

“What are you waiting for?” He gestures to his lap. “Sit.”

“Don’t you want me to take off my clothes?”

“No.” Oh. Oh, no. The look in his eyes told you everything. You’re toast.

He spreads his legs, jutting one out to prompt you to sit on it. You do so, resting your hands on his chest. Risotto rests his face on his hand while the other one makes its home on your side. It was impossible to hide the blush on your face. He massages circles into your soft form with his thumb.

“What are you waiting for? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Your face gets way too hot for your own good. His eyes wander down your body before he slips his hand under your shirt and under your bra, going straight for your nipple. He rolls it in his fingers, causing you to moan. “Do I need to show you how it’s done, cara?” Your nipple is pinched extra hard, earning Risotto a high whine from you.

“Noo-oh!” He jerks his thigh up into you and raises an eyebrow.

“Move.” You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, then begin moving. His hands moved to your hips, dictating your pace. God, if only you had taken your clothes off. The friction wasn’t enough, but you knew once he made a decision, there was no way you could change his mind. You would have to be stuck with this barely enough feeling between your legs until he got bored or you came.

He helped you by squishing you between his hands and his thigh, flexing to give you something, but my god, did it help. Risotto leans in to attack your neck with his lips, leaving light bite marks along it. Moans fall freely from as you pick up the pace of your hips. You curl into his neck, trying to return the favor, but you can’t focus on both at the same time and he smacks your ass, before forcing you to grind harder against him.

The feeling of pleasure began building in your stomach. He flexed his thigh once again, relishing in the little gasp you let out. You leaned back, trying to get more room to move. The added leverage brought you closer to the edge quicker than you anticipated. You moaned sweetly, tossing our head back. The feel of his hard muscles beneath your thigh was far better than you could have imagined.

One particularly rough thrust against him sent you hurling into your orgasm, the feel of your pant’s seam being too much. You go limp, trying to catch your breath. Risotto rubs your back, bring you down to earth gently.

“Next time, clothes are coming off.” You huff out. He laughs deeply in your ear.

“Next time, huh? I’ll have to use something other than my thigh to get you off.” You lean back, confused. He just laughs again and kisses your cheek, letting you stay in his lap for the rest of the day.

Caesar Zeppeli

You loved sitting in Caesar’s lap. It didn’t matter where you two were, in public, private. You took every minute your could to sit on his thick, muscular thighs, so when he bought up the idea of using his legs for other things made you excited to say the least. So, there you were. Sitting prettily on him, arms wrapped around his neck, kissing a trail up his neck. He chuckled, leaning into your lips.

“Someone’s feeling good today,” he mused, grabbing your hips and rocking them into his thigh. You chuckled, licking a stripe up his neck, earning you a moan. “You’re playing a dangerous game, dolcezza. Don’t expect to get away with that.”

You grin at him slyly and push him back into the pillows of your bed, then grind down into his thigh. He raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘what are you playing at?’ There’s a chuckle shared between the two of you and an exchange of sultry looks. Slowly, you run up under his shirt, griping the soft, plush muscle of his pecs. He moans as your thumbs roll gently over his nipples, timing each swipe with a grind of your hips.

In one quick motion, he switches your positions, swiftly taking your pants off, as well as your shirt. You look at his quizzically. “They were getting in the way!” He says. You roll your eyes and he pulls you back onto his lap. You give him another look. “You were enjoying yourself, why don’t you keep going?”

Another grin sprawls across your face. You situate yourself back on his thigh and start moving again. With your clothes off, his hard muscles feel even better. He brings his hand up to your breasts, teasing them before sitting up to kiss you. His lips envelope yours, pulling you in to his touch, teeth grazing your bottom lip. Caesar grabs your hips and pushes you into him, controlling your movements.

You gasp and moan whenever you get the chance, his kiss taking up most of your breath. He flexes his muscles, giving you something harder to get off on. His hands roam around your body, pinching here and smacking there all while you get closer to your release. His lips move to your neck, kissing you softly before wrapping your lips around your soft skin, suckling a deep red mark into you.

The movement of your hips gets quicker the closer you get, with one final thrust combined with Caesar’s ministrations, you came. Hard. Your head tossed back with a scream-moan combination.

Caesar held you close, gently kissing all over you and rubbing your back soothingly. He laid down on his back, pulling you down with him.

��Relax, cara. You’re going to need your strength,” he whispers into you ear. You tiredly look at him, confused. “Did you think I’d let you leave me like this?” He gestures to the hardness you can feel against your leg. You roll your eyes and curl back into him, relishing in the bliss of feeling him close to you.

#caesar zeppeli #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #risotto nero not sfw #caesar zeppeli not sfw #risotto nero x fem!reader #caesar zeppeli x fem!reader #thigh grinding #both of them could strangle me with their thighs and I would die happy #caesar prompts #risotto prompts #not sfw

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orson-hill-realty-blog · 4 months ago

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reluctant-mandalore · 4 years ago

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End of a Journey (Din Djarin x Reader)

Warnings: Fluffy fluff. Pinning and a little yearning from both you and our lovely tin can man. Not beta read.

Word Count: 4,372

a/n: This was a really nice request! I wasn’t sure at first but honestly I think it turned out nicely. I’m sorry it's so so soooo late. I know it's been some months since you sent these in anons. I just didn’t have the inspiration for these ideas at the time! I also combined the two because they were pretty similar in plot. I hope you see this and thank you for the request!! I would like to do a longer series based around a similar idea, but with a much more flushed out plot. I’m not sure if I’ll actually get around to it, but we’ll see!

Edit: This request was written and done before mando s2 :3

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The stars had streaked by the Razor Crest in trails of gleaming light, brighting the small space with each one that passed. The Mandalorian had found himself zoning out, as he sat in the pilot's chair traveling through hyperspace. His mind being occupied with thoughts surrounding that of the child and his new found home with the Jedi.

Managing to find a living, breathing Jedi, had turned out to be harder than he thought it would be. Even finding any knowledge about the Jedi was difficult, seemingly almost non existent at times. People hadn’t even seen a jedi in years, and everything known about them appeared to just be stories passed down from parent to child. Any leads or information he did manage to find, usually led to a dead end, often leaving him feeling disheartened and discouraged from the task at hand. A feeling that Din Djarin was not familiar with.

That’s why, when Din had happened to overhear a man speaking about a Jedi he’d seen not too long ago, he was overcome with joy. Finally, after searching for what felt like forever, he had a lead. He was now one step closer to finding a jedi. This information was what had ultimately led him to the temple where he had first met the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker.

Upon Din’s first arrival to the temple, he had expected some sort of hostility. He couldn’t imagine anyone being fine with a random Mandalorian showing up on their doorstep. However, he was surprised to discover that the opposite had occurred. Instead of being met with confrontation, he was greeted with a surprising calmness, and only saw a little of the usual fear that he tended to experience from those who he had come across.

People of all sorts seemed to avoid the gaze of a Mandalorian, appearing to not want to get into any trouble with them due to their fierce reputation. It seemed like those at the temple had similar thoughts and feelings when it came to those of his kind. Din wasn’t offended by this, rather, he was just worried that they would be too afraid to actually want to speak to him, and would thereby hinder his search.

The first person who did manage to greet him, when he had approached closer, happened to be you. While many of the other inhabitants had seemed to shrink away from his approaching form, you had walked straight to him. The robes you wore fluttering lightly in the breeze, your back straight and your head held high, as you moved across the landscape elegantly.

When finally face to face with one another, you had greeted him rather warmly, introducing yourself in the process with a small nod in his direction. He had quickly learned from your introduction, that you were a senator who was currently working at the temple. Hearing this from you had instantly quelled some of his nerves, and allowed for him to feel more hopeful about the encounter.

The child had taken an immediate liking to you, wriggling in Din’s hands in an attempt to reach out towards you. Although, the grip he had of the little one was unrelenting, not willing to allow the child to make his way towards a stranger they had just met. The Mandalorian had then noted the look of confusion which had crossed your features—brows furrowing and head tilting—as your gaze landed onto the squirming child within his arms.

The look on your face had caused for him to hold the child a little closer to his chest, nervousness edging into his mind once more. He had learned very quickly during his time of caring for the little one, that many people didn’t seem to take kindly to a Mandalorian having a small child in his possession. It seemed like you may have felt the same, but to his bewilderment, he watched as your frown had been quickly replaced with a small smile.

Shock had even flowed through him at the sight of you also giving a small wave in the direction of the child—who had giggled happily in response to being noticed. This had turned out to be a rather nice surprise from the interaction for Din, and was something that made him feel instantly more comfortable in your presence.

From there, you had gone straight to the point of asking why the Mandalorian was even at the temple. In response to your blunt questioning, he had explained everything he could to you about the child, and why he was in his care. Trying his best to inform you about how by creed, it was his duty to ensure the foundling returned to its own people.

A feeling of unease had once again spread through him when he mentioned the fact that he was actually in search of a Jedi in particular. He was unsure of how you would react in response to that knowledge, while also worried that there wasn’t a Jedi here at all anyway. This journey he had with the child wasn’t exactly fruitful in either. Making Din come to find that he was always concerned with the other person’s reply to his explanation, and you were no different to him in this regard. The more he had explained though, the more that the expression you wore morphed from that of confusion to understanding.

After he had finished explaining, you had led him into the temple, talking to him in an attempt to learn more about him and the child. The child had squirmed more increasingly the farther the two of you had walked into the building, but Din still refused to allow the child to roam freely in the new space. He still was not quite trusting of it all, and he felt better keeping the child firmly held safely in his arms.

The two of you had only stopped walking, when you had led him to what looked like a small conference room, “Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”

The Mandalorian nodded in agreement, watching as you had smiled briefly, before turning to leave him and the child alone again. A little bit more of unease had tugged at his thoughts while he waited for your return, and to calm himself, he had tried to take a look around the room. He had hoped that by doing so, it would distract him enough from his troubled thoughts. Although, the longer he stood in that empty room, the more his nerves had actually grown, and the more his mind wandered to that of worry.

“Mandalorian,” Hearing your voice had snapped back from his thoughts again, and he peered over towards the sound of it. By doing so, he was greeted by the faces of two new individuals. “Allow me to introduce you to General Leia Organa Solo, and Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.”

The child had beamed with joy within the jedi’s precance, instantly reaching out towards him with his tiny hands, attempting to clutch onto the cloak which rested on his shoulders. Luke had chuckled at the sight, reaching his own hand out, and allowing for the child to take his fingers in his tiny grasp.

“The force is strong with this one.”

Din didn’t know what exactly Skywalker had meant by those words, and wasn’t sure how to respond to the man other than giving him a silent nod. Even though he had learned some things in regards to ‘the force’ while looking for the child’s people, he still had a very little understanding of the entire concept. He just knew it was something that Jedi were able to use and control.

“I’ll gladly train him.” The Jedi had continued, as the child giggled happily while playing with the man’s fingers. “He’ll do well here.”

Din couldn’t explain why he didn’t trust them. He didn’t even have a reason not to trust them. He knew for a fact that he should have been excited that he had finally managed to find a Jedi. The child could grow and learn among his own people. This would be wonderful for the development of the child. He knew that. This was the whole reason he had gone on this journey of searching for them in the first place.

When he had started this search for a Jedi, he knew that he would have to leave the child with them. Although, now that he had found them, he couldn't imagine going through with it. In other words, the Mandalorian didn’t want to leave the child here. He didn’t want to have to say goodbye to the little womprat. His little adoptive son.

The child had quickly become his family within the time he had spent looking after him. The Mandalorian had grown to love and cherish the child dearly in his heart. He had dreaded the day where he might have to actually let him go to join his own people. At times, he had secretly hoped that it would never come. Something which he knew was a selfish thought to think, but it had still managed to plague him in his time with the child. He truly had begun to hope that he could remain as the child’s family, but deep down, he knew that wasn’t possible.

Din had felt the tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes while he stared down at the child. The little one had only smiled up at him as he always did, bright and full of adoration for the man before him. The small child in his arms had removed his hands from Skywalker’s fingers by this point, and had instead placed them on the chin of the Mandalorian’s helmet. The gesture from the child was what had caused the tears he was holding back to fall, and soon streams of the salty drops were flowing down his cheeks in never ending waves.

Din had been only pulled from his thoughts due to the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Looking towards its source, his gaze had locked with your own, and he resisted the urge to peel away from you. A small bit of shyness had washed over him due to him not being used to the contact from another person, and the fact he was currently silently crying in a room full of strangers. He had never been more thankful for the helmet which currently hid his face from view. Honestly, he hadn’t even been aware that everyone was waiting on him to say something, because of how overwhelmed he had suddenly become with the whole thing.

“Why don’t I show you two around?” You had said to him, a soft smile on your face. “This is not an easy thing to do, and getting a little tour may help ease some concerns.”

Din had nodded to you in agreement, not trusting his voice to sound out properly through the modulator. The others had readily agreed as well, both unaware that the man before them was crumbling as they spoke. Luke smiled once more at the Mandalorian and the child held in his arms, before turning to leave with Leia in tow. Soon, it was only you and him standing within the empty conference room.

“Come, follow me.” You had finally said, the long sleeves of your robe ruffling softly, as your one hand stretched out to motion him to follow you. He did so without question, his feet moving before he had even willed his mind to obey your suggestion, still trying to recover from his sudden burst of emotions.

The Mandalorian’s steps were louder when compared to your quiet ones, and they had echoed through the hallways of the temple with every step he took. The architecture of the temple was a beautiful sight, and he found himself looking around at it with admiration, while the tears that once fell from his eyes finally dried. The child had settled himself comfortably in his arms, his own wide eyes darting about excitedly as they took in the new areas bit by bit.

Finally, you had come to a stop in front of another door, smiling as you watched with amusement as Din had found himself almost walking into you from being occupied with looking around. A flush of embarrassment had shot its way through him again, and he sheepishly looked away as he noticed the amused smile that you wore.

“This would likely be the child’s room.” You had finally said, opening the door to the room, stepping to the side so he and the child could see inside.

The room was of a modest size, not too large and not too small. A single bed laid against the back wall, a medium dresser to the right of it. The room was bare other than those few pieces of furniture, but that was to be expected considering that it technically did not possess an occupant for the moment.

“It may look a little drab and empty now, but more furniture can eventually be added and it’ll feel more lively as he grows, of course.”

“Of course.” He had echoed you mindlessly, his voice soft and quiet as he moved around the space after setting the child down so he could explore it as well. His heart ached at the thought of missing out on seeing the child grow up, and he found himself thinking about whether or not the child would even remember him in future.

“Why don’t you stay?” Your voice had sounded throughout the room suddenly, “At least for a little bit, though I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay here permanently to keep an eye on the child.”

Din’s attention had been snapped over to you instantly, his gaze borrowing into your own. He felt himself straighten his back, his posture becoming rigid and defensive without him meaning to. It was a common defensive tactic he had developed when he felt put on the spot. While many would shrink away from the sight of it, you had stood unfazed, and instead he watched as your expression softened more. “I know it must be hard to just leave him here.”

“I...I couldn’t,” he had said as he began to relax again, watching the child move about the room, “I don’t belong here.”

“Are you sure? We have plenty of rooms and space.” You had replied rather cheerfully, a small chuckle leaving you as you watched the child run back over to Din, babbling and giggling in gibberish to the large man. “And personally I think you’d fit in just fine.”

Din had smiled as well when he saw the excitement on the child’s face, and soon he was picking him back up again. “I’m sure, but thank you.”

“Hmm…Well if living here won’t do, what about visiting?”

“Visiting?”

“Yes. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind you coming around every now and then.” You said, taking a step closer to him as you talked. “I’m sure it would make the child happy as well, he’s quite fond of you.”

Din had paused in thought once more, his mind trying to think of any pros or cons that would come with visiting the temple. Soon he had found himself staring down at the child, who happily laughed as he entertained himself by patting the Mandalorian’s chest plate repeatedly like a drum. He felt his heart swell full of love again, before he found himself looking back towards you standing next to him, his mind finally made up.

“Yeah that could work.”

That interaction between the Mandalorian and you had happened months ago. Now, he was currently on his way back to the temple after having completed some jobs. He would visit often, as much as he possibly could, never wanting to be away for too long. At first it was simply so he could continue to see the child, but soon it had turned to him also visiting another special someone.

This special someone being you of course.

The effect you had on him was immense, and it always left him feeling overwhelmed with a multitude of emotions. The Mandalorian wasn’t sure he had ever felt this deeply for another person. He did of course care for the child greatly, but these feelings he had for you were much different when compared to the fatherly feelings he held towards the child.

Simply put, Din Djarin was hopelessly in love with you, and his feelings for you had made that quite clear. He was certain that he had managed to fall in love with you over the short time you both had spent together. There wasn’t any other realistic reasoning for these feelings of his. Din may not know much about love, but he did know how it felt, and this was exactly what he was feeling for you.

Shaking his thoughts away, he focused on landing the ship the closer he got to the temple. Then, after making sure everything was how it was supposed to be, he opened the large landing hatch, and stepped down it only to be instantly greeted by you. There was never a day when you weren’t there to greet him when he visited, and your greeting was something he always looked forward to on his visits by this point.

“Hello Mando, I’m glad to see you back so soon.”

“Yes,” He said, your words causing for a light dusting of a blush to warm his cheeks, “My last job went over quicker than expected.”

A little stretch of the truth. Din had actually sped through the job rather quickly due to his desire to see you and the child much sooner. He had missed you both terribly, and wanted nothing more than to be by your side again as soon as possible. Although you didn’t need to know that.

“The child is in training with Master Luke at the moment.” You said, the smile on your face being the sweetest thing he had set his sights on, “Why don’t you come on a walk with me until they finish up?”

“A walk sounds nice.” He had replied, a bit too quickly for his liking, and he did his best to calm his racing heart. He held his arm out for you to take, which you had gladly done, allowing for your palm to rest gently on his bicep, as you both began to walk down towards the temple’s garden.

Walks had become a frequent activity that you two had taken apart in while he was visiting. The two of you would walk along the gardens of the temple, talking about anything new that had happened between his last visit. He would tell you about any jobs he had done, or any interesting stories from his travel that he felt you might enjoy. Though it didn’t seem to matter what he told you, everything he said always appeared to peak your interest. He could probably talk about the most boring things in the entire Galaxy and you would probably still eagerly listen. The same could be said for him, it didn’t matter what you talked about, he just liked hearing you talk.

While he would usually speak of his work, you would usually talk to him about the child. Sometimes, you would talk about yourself, things like your own job as a senator and memories from your past. Anything you talked about was like music to his ears, your voice resonating in his ears and blanketing his heart in warmth. He would spend hours listening to you if he could.

Moments like these allowed for him to just exist in your presence, and enjoy the company that the both of you shared. He couldn’t help but notice every detail of you, from the curve of your nose to the colour of your lips, there was nothing about you that he couldn’t help but observe. He loved to see your bright smile, and he found that your laugh was intoxicating. He had learned quickly how compassionate and bold you could be, loving every quirky aspect to your personality, which only made him want to know more about you. It was no wonder he had fallen in love with you so quickly and so deeply. Everything about you was truly beautiful in his eyes.

Suddenly, you had stopped in place, your gaze drifting off to the side as you seemed to ponder in thought. The hand which rested on his arm had removed itself and found a place at your side.

“Something wrong?” He asked, concern evident in his voice, already missing your touch.

He watched as you had looked back up to him, chewing at your lower lip before looking away again. He was about to try and prompt you again, when you had finally decided to voice what was on your mind.

“I love you.”

“What-”

“-I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just had to tell you.” You had cut him off, your voice sounding uneasy from your confession. “I’ve never felt like this for another person.”

A sad smile had spread across your cheeks, as you looked towards him once more, the expression resting on your features making him feel almost guilty for being the cause of it. At first he had stared at you silently, not able to form words at the moment, the shock from the sudden confession still overriding his system. His lips have moved awkwardly underneath the helmet, trying to push out any sort of reply, but none came through.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, you don’t have to reply. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.” You said, trying to gauge his own feelings, before turning away from him completely, and continuing to speak. “We should continue, the child’s training with Master Luke will be done soon.”

After saying that, you went to walk once more, a flush beginning to settle on your skin due to the encounter. This time putting yourself ahead of him rather than by his side, feeling embarrassed and distraught from your sudden confession.

The panic he felt as he saw you turn away had made him reach out to you without a thought, his hand grabbing your arm to pull you close to him again. His sudden tug on you had made you stumble into his hard chest, the beskar feeling cold against your warm skin. At the contact you had looked up at him, your features morphed with shock and confusion. He stared down at you for a second, the grib he held on your arm softening, as he moved his other to cup the back of your head.

Din pressed his metal forehead against your own, the coolness from the sending a visible shiver to roll down your spine. At the contact his eyes had closed, not being able to force himself to see the expression you wore, afraid to see what it may entail.

“I feel the same.” He had finally managed to say, the words soft but firm as they left his modulator. “I love you too.”

“Really?”

He nodded in reply as he pulled back slightly, his gloved thumb coming to brush itself against your bottom lip, causing for your skin to warm again at the gesture. He watched quietly as your lips parted from his touch, your eyes drooping while peering up at him through your long lashes.

“I’ve also never felt this way about another person.” He admitted suddenly while lost in thought, averting his gaze in embarrassment as he continued with his own confession. “Honestly I never thought you’d feel the same. I mean… I’m a Mandalorian and-”

Din’s words had cut off from the sharp intake of breath that had left him. Your hands grasped at the jawline of his helmet, causing for a jolt of panic to flow through him. His mind instantly jumped to the conclusion of you attempting to remove his helmet. Something he absolutely dreaded.

The thought was so terrifying to the Mandalorian, that he found himself not able to react quick enough in order to stop you from doing so, if you had so desired. His body had gone completely rigid, unmoving and stiff. He was truly in no position to cease your actions from undoing his creed in a simple motion. Thought, rather than remove his helmet like he thought, you instead had pulled his head down to press a chaste kiss to the beskar in question.

The kiss was quick, and within a blink of an eye, it had ended. It was nothing other than a simple peck to help affirm your feelings to him, but it had managed to absolutely wreck the man before you. His heart felt like it had swelled to a bursting point of emotions, and his mind had become muddled with affection for you. His worry and fear had now melted away into adoration and love. He wasn’t used to feeling this amount of emotions towards another person, and he struggled to control them as they began to spill over, all while he tried to process how to react appropriately.

Who would have thought that a simple kiss would have left Din Djarin such a mess?

After removing your hands from his helmet, you had taken a step back to smile at him while Din himself had remained frozen in place. The shock of the gesture was still coursing through his system, and he hadn’t quite managed to calm himself by that point. He hadn’t expected the action from you in the slightest, and he felt himself blush deeply as he stared at you standing before him. His lips tingled with want, wishing that he could tear the metal away and feel your lips pressed against his own properly. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.

“Come now, the lesson with Master Luke should be done. I’m sure the child is excitedly waiting to see his father.” Smiling once more you stretched out your hand towards him—which he took almost instantly—his large hand intertwining his fingers with your own smaller ones.

“Yes, let’s go.”

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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1. Red Tape and Red Lines

Nanefua lived before what they now call “The Fall.” She used to tell stories of green fields for miles and miles. Of trees that grew all sorts of fruits - each fruit from a different tree. Vegetables from the earth. Creatures that we see in picture books that used to live in the sea, and even roam the Earth. She would say, “But, that was a long time ago,” and top it all off with a sweet chuckle and a very inspiring, “And with the right leaders, it may be ahead of us again still.”

She believed in a future where society could exist again, for all. She dreamed of a world where we all had what we needed to survive, as well as things that we wanted - pleasures of the world to grant us some happiness while we occupy our space here. I’ve always liked to think that she dreamed of this each time that she went to sleep. I like to think she was dreaming of it the last time she went to sleep, in our little hut in the Outskirts. I like to think that beyond this world, she went to another, one where she had trees with fruits again.

As we buried her in the earth and I watched Baba draw himself a map of exactly where and put it into his favorite book, I let myself dream that Nanefua was in a better place. Not just in some homemade plot identified only by a hand drawn guide. That was the first dream that I can remember ever having, and I credit her stories. Because the world around me was nothing to build a dream upon. The world of my day was anything but fruitful, was as far from good as I can even describe to you…

The Fall. It happened before Shani was born. It happened when her parents were too young to even remember. They DIDN’T put it in new books. They didn’t make new books. They didn’t keep places open that did provide books. That was what made Nanefua faithfully believe that books were invaluable. She kept every one that she owned, collected every one that she found, and bought every one that she could afford.

When the homeless were being relocated outside of the city and lower income households were being pushed further away from the city, Nanefua at least had a van to her name. She was content to live in it, as she wasn’t the best at haggling and that was what they were doing a lot of to get into homes in what was now called The Outskirts. She, like many women, paired up with a man to get into a space. It was a very small apartment, and he fortunately was good at maintenance, because The Fall stopped a lot of building ventures. Many of the apartments in the area were incomplete and abandoned. All of the empty homes of people who died were up for grabs. Squatters rushed into those, and landlords never came to collect.

It was like people in the city refused to think about them for a while, probably simply hoping that they would just die, out of sight and out of mind. Having a male roommate was good for a lot of things. He built several shelves for all of the books she had, even though he didn’t know WHY she held on to something that was becoming obsolete, and he wasn’t bad looking, either. A little short, and stocky, but he was strong and had a nice smile.

Nanefua and her roommate were not in love. They barely even liked each other. But, they were human and they had needs. Baba was born in the beginning years of The Fall in a small apartment, with barely running water and scheduled electricity. When Baba was 3, the apartment’s original owner sent their emissary to collect payment. Nanefua thought this would eventually happen, so she had been saving up as much as she could. It wasn’t enough. They took what she had, gave a date for the rest and took her roommate to work for it.

She never saw that man again. Emissaries became the norm. They came with muscle behind them, with unfair contracts and rough consequences. She took her toddler and her books and they lived in a packed van and she posted near a well that she would steal water from. Every now and then, she would check the old apartment to see if Baba’s father had come back. When he was 6 was the last time. She saw the emissary bring in a construction team. They were going to work on the apartment, finish some things up... More people couldn’t live in the city and now, middle class folk were forced to live in these apartments.

Middle class no longer existed, they just didn’t realize that yet. Most of them began working JUST to be able to live in their homes. They had to hustle and scrape for other needs - food, water... She was content to build a little hut near the well. The owner of the well hired her to collect payment from anybody who wanted water from it and allotted her a certain amount herself. She used the land to grow food. The soil was better back then. The water was better back then.

By the time Shani was born, the ecosystem outside of the city was abysmal. Working was done to survive. Rich people lived in the city and the further away from the city you lived, the further away from wealth, health and happiness, and the closer you were to death.

Shani wondered when she was little, “Was there a sickness? Like, a plague or pandemic? Was there a natural disaster? Was there an economic crash? How did things get so bad? What caused The Fall?”

“The rich was greedy and didn’t care if they killed everybody, as long as they had.”

Long story short, ALL of those things happened. Natural disasters, illnesses, every bit of misfortune... but they simply let them die. Pushed them out, forced them away. Let them die. The Fall is what they called it. They acted like it was something that happened. Like the system wasn’t up against these people all along. The system had been messed up. They just finely tuned it with the more money that they made.

That was the world that Shani inherited, but she also inherited the books. And Shani LOVED books.

Her mind worked a little differently than the people around her. From the time she was able to recognize things and respond to others, that had been a truth about her. Her mother had learned to read before all of the school systems became privatized, and since her grandmother purchased as many books on teaching and learning as possible whenever bookstores began to go out of business and funding was cut for libraries - Shani never had a shortage. Reading became something that only the privileged had the best access to. The privileged, and Shani’s family... maybe a few other poor families.

Whenever libraries became obsolete and the buildings began being repurposed, only librarians cared enough to collect all of the now “useless” books and they banded together to get cheap properties and hold the books there. It would have been criminal to refer to these places as libraries. They didn’t receive funding. They couldn’t order other books, and they didn’t have fancy systems or regular staff to keep everything in the best order.

So, after a few years, the Dewey decimal system was no longer at play. They simply had signs saying that if you dropped off books, you could trade them for others, and if you took any books to keep, to please try to leave another to borrow. After another few years, they had signs that just said: Free Books. Nanefua gathered as many as they could fit into the hut. Shani fortunately began reading very early as a result.

True, learning to read from a book was extremely different from the computerized learning systems of the privatized schools, but the alphabet had not changed, and most people underestimated the purpose of books. By the time she was 4, she knew how to both read and speak in several languages, because she had been shown books since she was able to say her first word. Mama and Baba disagreed on what that word was, whether Mama or Nana, but the moment any of them heard it, Nanafue said the girl was ready to start looking at letters and words. She would teach her herself.

After all, she had survived mostly on things she learned just from looking into her own book collection. Baba was a miner, and often had to travel and send money to them from wherever he was on location working. Shani got used to not seeing much of either of her parents as a small girl. Nanefua raised her for the most part for the first 6 years of her life. But, whenever Nanafue was gone, she had to get used to being alone. It was a long year. Time worked really different for little kids, whether or not they were having a ball. And she was not.

Her mother was bused into the city for gardening and landscaping. She did yard work through a firm and was sent to various properties to spend ours cultivating their yards and plant life. She had picked it whenever she was 5, and had been stuck doing it since then… only advancing to harder, more grueling work in fields and on large pieces of land as she got older. Whenever Shani was little, her mother spent most of her time working at a pomegranate farm. It was a very lucrative industry, and being one of the best, her mother made enough money to get her considered for schooling.

The tests for outsiders to get into city schools were much more difficult than they were for the rich people. Outskirts kids had to work harder and smarter to even get noticed, and their parents were charged brutally in order to take every potential step to gain access to a school.

It didn’t help that Shani’s mind didn’t work like other people’s did. They often thought that she was showing off, or trying to make them feel stupid whenever she would have conversations with them. It taught her not to speak too freely. But, that helped her learn to write things down. Sometimes, she couldn’t focus and needed to write many things down. Regardless of her speaking situation, or her focusing habits, she got into one of the best schools in the city whenever she was 5...

But her parents couldn’t afford to actually send her.

Instead, they sent her to a less expensive Montessori school, on the merit of her acceptance into the Academy of Superiority. The school masters worked with them on paying her fees and she also was assigned several chores to help compensate. She was exceptionally good at organizing and cleaning up, and whenever she took summer breaks, her teachers would alert her of what they would expect to be known in the upcoming years so that she could homeschool for the summer while they saved up for tuition.

They applied for the scholarship program each year since she qualified at age 7. It wasn’t until she was 10 that she both was granted access into AoS under the work program.

Riding into that part of the city sent her mind into a whirlwind…

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whattodowithkpop · 4 years ago

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Mid-Evil Pompeii in the Modern Day (Joshua)

SLIGHT ANGST

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The laughter in the room increased in volume as the men and women in the throne room ridiculed the man standing before them. The young man pleaded with the king to plan an evacuation, telling the king that tragedy would strike the island. The king just laughed harder.

“We’ve been here for centuries, never has danger come from Mount Shjin.” The king told the young man as he looked down from his gold throne.

“Your majesty, I’m begging you to see the signs.” The young man repeated, glancing between the three thrones sat atop the extravagant staircase.

“You’re funnier than our jester!” The king boomed, starting the laugh fest again. The young man sighed, giving up his warnings.

“Thank you, your majesty.” The young man took his leave as the throne room continued its laughter.

I watched from my throne as the young man walked from the palace with his head down low. I believed the young man. Mount Shjin had been doing odd things lately, causing my worry for our island to increase.

After the royalties were dismissed for the day, I quickly made my way to my room, fully intent on asking the young man exactly what he had found. The sun was already setting when the royalties were dismissed and nightfall was fast approaching. I changed from my fancy gown to my comfortable house wear. I packed a few things, expecting to be gone for a day since the young man’s hometown was somewhat of a travel.

Once the castle fell to sleep, I made my way down to the common area. The table had been cleaned of our night’s dinner and already prepped for tomorrow morning’s breakfast. The kitchen attached to the common room was also cleaned. Cleared of food remnants, organized for easier access in the morning, and all signs of life gone for the night.

I walked down the stairs, which led to a door that was tightly closed, the door to the stables. This door was hardly used, granted that we usually take the walk outside so as to not startle the farmhands, but they were all asleep in their beds, so no worries of scaring a poor boy.

I entered the stables and quietly walked past the stalls. At the end of the stables was where all the horses were housed. Eight stalls holding eight horses, illuminated by the moon. The only horse awake neighed at me from his stall at the end, almost begging to be let out. I tiptoed over to the horse called Gypsy, reaching my hand outward for him to smell. He placed his nose fully onto my hand, stomping one foot against the brick flooring. I was quick to get him saddled and ready for the trip to Sebut.

We rode towards the north, following the road to Sebut. The moon rose higher in the sky, illuminating the uneven path leading to the poorer countryside where Sebut was. The further Gypsy and I traveled, the more evident it became that we were getting further from the castle. The houses became more run down, the weeds grew high, the animals roamed freely through the towns, and the road begun to become more and more unruly.

The sun began to peak above the horizon as Gypsy and I strolled into the town of Dreary, the town next to Sebut. I felt the drowsy feeling surfacing, not having any sleep finally catching up to me. I look towards the center of the island where Mount Shjin stood, the black cloud that had been rising to the skies in the past few weeks had grown in size, even from when I had left. This gave me a worried feeling, making me forget my tiredness. Gypsy and I sped up, spending the last of our energy on the last leg of the trip to Sebut.

Gypsy and I rolled into Sebut just as the rest of the sun peaked above the horizon, showing us its entirety. The town sign that read Sebut was dangling dangerously off the wooden post it had been chained to. The town was really run down, buildings cracked, roofs with holes through them. The animals roamed the streets and it looked as if no children were in school, for they were all rolling in the dirt and playing their child games. One of the children, a little girl with bright blonde hair and green eyes, approach Gypsy.

“Can I pet him?” She asked cutely, looking at the horse with so much love even though she had just met him.

“Sure.” I smiled at her. “He loves people.”

The little girl petted Gypsy with a huge smile. I looked around again as she petted Gypsy, looking to ask where the young man would live.

“Excuse me?” I got the girls attention. She looked up at me curiously, her eyes shining with innocence. “I’m looking for a young man, he has brown hair and brown eyes with an interesting shaped head.” I described the young man best I could remember. “Is there a man as such that lives here?”

“Joshua.” She told me. “He calls himself a mountain doctor! He has been trying to make Mount Shjin feel better!” She explained to me excitedly.

“Can you bring me to him?” I asked her with a smile.

She nodded before she ran into the direction towards the water. Gypsy followed behind her closely, not once letting her out of his sight. We walked for a short while before we reached a small house overlooking the water. It stood atop a cliff side. I could hear the waves crash against the giant rocks and the birds singing their song in tune with the waves. The little girl stopped at the top of the hill overlooking the house.

“He lives there.” She told me. “Goodbye!” She said abruptly, then leaving back the way we had come.

I watched the girl for awhile before she disappeared into the forest we had gone through. Gypsy and I continued down the rocky path to the small house. The front of the house was cracked and damaged like the rest of the town, but I could tell that work had been done to fix it. I got off Gypsy and tied his reigns to one of the wooden poles stabilizing the well that stood outside the tranquil home. I placed some grain in a pile next to Gypsy, which he immediately began to eat.

I approached the stone house, ascending up the small steps that sat just before the door. The door was made of old wood that had been excellently crafted, fitting the door frame perfectly. I slowly rose my hand to the edge of the door frame. I strongly hit my knuckle against the wood, causing an audible knock to sound through the small area. Silence came about through the small hillside, even the waves had stopped crashing against the rocks. I waited for many minutes before I, once again, brought my knuckle to the frame, pounding it a little harder, causing a louder sound to emit from the wood. I waited again, not hearing any noise come from inside the small house.

Facing the reality that the man didn’t seem to be home, I turned on my heel, walking back to Gypsy. I stopped quickly when I saw a man next to Gypsy. He petted the horse gently, whispering to it softly. I felt time slow at that moment, seeing him like this, a soft, patient man, instead of the frantic, terrified man I saw at the throne room, but there was no denying this was him. I was brought back to reality when he looked in my direction. He stopped petting the horse and his smile disappeared from his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m a very busy man at the moment.” He told me, beginning to walk towards his door, not looking in my direction again.

“I know.” I told him quickly, turning towards him. “You’re watching Mount Shjin.”

“How did you know?” He asked quickly, facing me.

“I noticed it.” I began, watching his face tilt slightly in confusion. “and you came to tell the king.” I pulled the necklace around my neck forward, showing the royal element dangling from a gold chain. “You ran away so quickly, I didn’t get a chance to ask you about it.”

“Come inside.” He told me, smiling at me, making time slow once again.

He held this hand out to me, the smile never once leaving his face. “I’m Joshua by the way and I know who you are, princess.” He said with a sweet tone, one much different than what I’ve ever heard from a man.

He brought me into his small home, which was much nicer than the outside was. It was clear that the howl inside of the house had been redone recently. Joshua leads me through the house, showing me a room with pictures and writings all over the walls and ceiling. It was his evidence he had collected over the past few months, which he showed and explained to me. The pictures he had taken showed something truly disturbing. Mount Shjin was growing in size. The base begun to expand and it was only getting bigger in a faster amount to time.

“There is some sort of pressure weighing on Mount Shjin, and sooner or later that pressure is going to need to release.” He explained to me. “And I don’t know how it will release, but it can’t be good.”

“We need to show my father this, this will surly convince him!” I exclaimed.

“He didn’t believe me.” Joshua told me. “I tried already, he told me to never show up at the throne again or I would be put to death.” He told me sadly.

“How long do we have before the pressure releases?” I asked him with concern evident in my voice.

“Not long.” He told me. “I was just about to make the trip to the other side of the island to try to sail away.”

“You were going to leave everyone here?” I asked with irritation bubbling over. “You were going to let everyone die?” I crossed my arms defiantly.

“I tried telling people.” He argued back. “No one believes me and all they do is laugh in my face, I��ve given up helping others.” He turned away from me, beginning to pack some things up.

“You know, I met a little girl in town.” I started, watching him continue to pack his things. “She doesn’t understand this concept of destruction. You want to leave her here to be in the middle of the pressure release?”

Joshua stopped packing. He faced me and grabbed my upper arms. “I tried.” He told me with sadness in his eyes. “I really did, but no one will listen.”

“Try one more time. Please.” I begged him. “I’ll be there, I want to help these people to get away.”

“You truly are noble, my princess.” He smiled sadly. And with that he finished packing his things and we rode into town on Gypsy. “I am not much of a rider.” He had said, prompting him to sit behind me while I took the reigns.

We warned the people in Sebut. They did just as Joshua had said, laughed and ridiculed us. I tried and pleaded with the town, using my royalty as an advantage and still, they all just laughed. Even when I looked back to Joshua’s knowing eyes he did not patronize me, even though they did as he said. He simply shook his head sadly, not meeting eyes with any of the townspeople.

We continued are journey through each town, trying to get people to listen. None did. Each town did the same as the last. Laughed and called us foolish, not a single person believing our words. We continued our way towards the castle, feeling defeated at seeing everyone’s face for the last time. I didn’t want to speak to anyone else, but my morals kept control of my actions, leading me towards the castle to tell anyone who would listen. However, Joshua and I both knew they wouldn’t. They didn’t listen to him when he first came and they wouldn’t listen now.

Joshua opted to stay outside the castle with Gypsy, not wanting to anger the king by his presence. I walk into the throne room alone, bowing respectfully to my parents as I prepare my piece to present before them.

“Mount Shjin is increasing in size.” I pause, waiting for my parents to process the fact that I had been missing for breakfast but made an appearance before them in the throne room.

“What is the meaning of this?” My father interrupts, standing from his seat to tower even more over me. “Is this that same nonsense from that man from Sebut?”

“Father, he’s right.” I jump in, standing my ground courageously. “If you would look into the skies and see the darkness engulfing it, you’d realize the danger we’re in!” I shout at him, gesturing as I spoke to emphasize my point.

“You stop this ridiculousness.” He threatens me, staring me down with his anger flared.

“We have to leave to the boats.” I tell him, plead with him. “Please, follow me to the docks.”

My words only cause the king’s laugh to echo through the gold lined room.

“I do wish you’d come to your senses. You’re the princess after all.”

“I’m right about this.” I glare at him, my confidence reaching my eyes.

“If you’re so confident, then leave the island by boat.” The king smirks, looking down at me with victory in his eyes.

“Then I will.” I state calmly, bowing before turning on my heel and walking out of the throne room.

I reunite with Gypsy and Joshua, not saying a word as I quickly mount Gypsy to continue the trek to safety. I could tell that Joshua wanted to speak, but he stayed silent most likely worried he would anger me further. Joshua and I made our way down to the docks at the end of the island. There, floated a small wooden boat, tied to the dock. As I direct Gypsy next to the shore, the sudden weight of all that was happening hit me. I began to shake, feeling excruciating pain at the thought of all the people still left on the island.

“We haven’t got much time, princess.” Joshua spoke as he dismounted Gypsy, grabbing his things to place them on the boat.

I look behind me, seeing the smoke begin to cover more land, watching the skies turn dark. I began to hear the screams of fear and worry, making my heart ache more.

“Princess?” Joshua laid his hand on my shoulder, beckoning me off of Gypsy, which I follow.

“How am I supposed to leave them all?” I asked with tears threatening to spill.

Joshua sighed, grabbing my shoulders to look him in the eye. “They didn’t listen. I know it’s hard to leave, but you realized the signs, you deserve to live.”

By this point tears had begun to fall from my face. Joshua watched me with sad eyes, the sorrow reaching his eyes as they glassed over with tears.

“I still feel awful.” I sobbed, covering my face with my hands as Joshua continued to hold my shoulders.

“You have Gypsy, that’s a good reason to keep living.” Joshua smiled. “Heaven knows I don’t know how to take care of a horse.”

I laughed slightly, wiping the rest of my tears away. “I’m still scared.” I admitted as I look to the boat that swayed with the waves.

Joshua nodded in understanding, releasing my shoulders before speaking. “It will get better.”

Surprisingly, those words did bring some comfort to my mind, giving me enough strength to continue to the next challenge. I nod at Joshua, signaling I was ready to leave. He smiles back before we began to load the boat, all while the smoke from the air began to choke our airways. We coughed as Joshua, Gypsy and I loaded into the boat, pushing off quickly to get away from the black clouds.

I watch the island get smaller and smaller the further we float from it. My mind flashes to all the people we warned along the way, making my chest hurt. I looked to Joshua, trying to focus on anything other than the people of the island.

“Are we going to be okay?” I asked finally, worried about our journey through the sea. “I’ve never left the island before.”

“I haven’t either.” Joshua confessed as he rows. “But we are safer out here than on the island.”

I nodded in agreement looking out the vast sea. I wasn’t sure if we would be okay. I wasn’t sure if we’d make it to another land mass or if we would even survive. However, even with these scary thoughts plaguing the back of my mind, I felt like things would be okay. All the pain my chest felt slowly continued to dwindle and in my mind I believed that we were going to be okay.

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

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alison-anonymous · 5 years ago

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flawsome bandits pt. 9 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Security

I AM BACK!!! This chapter may be a bit short, but it’s just because this is the second half of the story and I needed to introduce some new concepts!

I have brought you all some more Flawsome Bandits for you special little darlings <3 I got a little excited and wrote an entire plot line for the rest of this story in a day, and I just finished writing this part tonight! So the next update might come soon, the next chapter is a bit more complicated so I still have to figure out how to write it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and please let me know if there is anything or anyone you would like to see in the chapters to come! I love you all and please let me know what you think!

Warnings - some hEaRtWrEnChInG fluff

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Five months later…

If Y/n had to pick one period of her life where everything was perfect, it would be this one.

It had been five months since the great attack between Y/n, Sonic, and Dr. Robotnik had occurred and no one had seen or heard a thing about the crazy man in ages. While Y/n and Sonic had been staying in isolation inside the Wachowski residence, the government was sweeping the streets and subtly interrogating citizens in order to see if they had any knowledge of their whereabouts. After a couple of months, they eventually gave up and plopped the case into the cold. Once things were finally deemed safe, and after a thorough inspection by Tom, Y/n and Sonic were able to roam about Green Hills freely again.

You would think that the people would freak out a little bit whenever they saw two alien hedgehogs walking down the streets, cracking weird jokes and singing or zipping around the place. But they actually saw the two as their own special town heroes; like they had their own unique Superman and Superwoman. Y/n was even asked to start helping Crazy Carl again in his notorious escapades of eliminating all the racoons, who he claimed were secretly geniuses and were rummaging through our trash to find anything valuable to power their supercomputers.

I mean… he was right about Sonic, so why not give him a chance?

Sonic was even asked to help around the bakeries and grocers with some doordash delivery services, making some extra cash for his Less Than 3 Seconds delivery service. He liked to brag about the fact that he could take literally anything from the store and hardly anyone would bat an eye. This also meant that anytime Y/n even mentioned that she needed something, he would disappear and then be back in a blink holding that exact thing. With Sonic and Y/n being able to make some extra cash helping around, it encouraged Tom and Maddie to work even harder at their jobs as well. Tom reclaimed his throne as Green Hills’ favorite cop, and Maddie went back to the pet hospital. The shared strange experiences that the four had encountered only proceeded to bond them together to form an even tighter family than they ever were before. Tom and Maddie had to admit that it did take them a while to get used to Y/n’s true form, but they loved every inch of her and were simply happy that she was happy.

Of course, enrolling them into public school was still a huge no, so they kept up the homeschooling as well. Knowing Sonic, he caught up to Y/n super fast, and it wasn’t too long before the two were helping each other Quick Study using flash cards and exercising at the same time. Speaking of their relationship, Tom had finally listened to Maddie and backed off a little bit to give room for their relationship to flourish. Because hey, if Y/n’s boyfriend was living under his roof, then he could control him like a puppet if he ever did anything to hurt her, right?

But… there was one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little problem.

Y/n and Sonic never talked about… that night. You know. When they said “I love you.” Of course, they had always planned on it. But they were never quite able to find the right time. Just as they were about to get ready for the talk, Tom or Maddie would walk in or they would suddenly remember needing to do something and race off without even thinking. Maybe they were subconsciously intentionally avoiding the subject. It was a pretty intense conversation after all, and the damper as to whether or not the other had changed their mind always remained a prominent issue.

Fear is very debilitating, you know.

But their feelings were growing stronger by the day. Every second that they spent with one another was a moment that they never wanted to end. This evening was one of those moments.

Tom and Maddie had been invited out to dinner with some of Tom’s work buddies and their wives, so while they were out drinking finely aged wine and trying to figure out what the best angle was to bite on some cheese bread, Y/n and Sonic had the house to themselves.

Of course, Ozzy was their chaperone.

The two had planned an amazing afternoon of relaxation by plucking out a huge pile of movies to watch until they passed out from exhaustion. Most of them consisted of horribly rated horror movies so that they could make fun of them, while others consisted of action and romcoms that you just had to watch one more time. They had decided to take a break to make themselves a nice and healthy dinner, just like Tom and Maddie had wanted them to. It ended up looking more like an ice cream sundae, filled with (favorite ice cream), banana slices, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, waffle cookies, and a bunch of other stuff that Sonic had thrown in there.

“Oh, damnit,” Y/n sighed as she stood on the kitchen counter, arms holding the cabinet doors open. “We don’t have any Eggos.”

“Fret not, M’Lady,” Sonic cried dramatically from his spot on the kitchen island. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as Y/n chuckled, her cheeks turning red at the nickname. He had gotten a bit too into the fantasy movie they had just finished watching. “Your hero is here!”

And in a blue flash, he was gone. In the time that it took Y/n to blink, he was already back, holding three packs of her favorite kind of Eggos in his arms. He tossed two of them in the fridge and held one package out to her proudly.

“Why, thank you, Sonic,” she giggled, deciding to keep her mythical accent in order to please him. Her gloved hand brushed against his as she took the pack out of his hands, a little flicker of electricity excitedly floating across their skin at the contact. She quickly ripped it open and plopped two of the waffles onto the sundae, smiling proudly.

“Dinner!”

Another dozen switched positions on the couch and two more movies in, Y/n and Sonic finally ended up settling on The Conjuring. Their bellies were full of junk food and were covered up with soft blankets as they huddled together. There were a few jumpscared that actually got Y/n, but for the most part the only tension came from the decreasing distance between the two hedgehogs. Just as the credits were rolling across the screen, Sonic had wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders in a totally casual manner. They listened silently to the eerie music as the actors went floating up the darkened screen. Ozzy lay passed out on the floor in front of them, next to the coffee table that held all of their dirty dishes. Y/n’s heart began to pound and her stomach felt like it was going to crawl up and spew out of her mouth as she finally turned her head to face Sonic.

“Hey, Son…?”

“Yeah?” He turned to her, the darkened screen making his emerald eyes grow paranormally in the dark. Hers were doing the same. They scooted away just an inch or two so that they were facing one another, Sonic’s arm still splayed across the back of the couch as he looked at her with curious, yet affectionate eyes. Y/n cleared her throat, trying to figure out how she wanted to begin this. It was now or never, right? And they had already waited for quite some time.

“I… I know that we never really talked about… um… you know,” she silently kicked herself for making things so awkward, but her nerves were getting the better of her. She could practically feel her tail shaking behind her. “I meant what I said. And I need to know if you did too…” Her heart was pounding so rapidly she could barely think over the sound, nerves skyrocketing through the roof. E/c eyes began to fill with a mixture of hope and fear as she looked up into Sonic’s emerald ones. His mouth opened and shut like a fish, void of any sound. She could only fear the worst… he didn’t mean it. He didn’t care about her the way that she did about him, did he? He secretly hated h-

“Of course I meant it! Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I guess I just never really realized it until now,” He gave her a sheepish smile, his seriousness being a completely new side of him that only ever came out when he was sincere about something. Y/n felt the butterflies go nuts in her stomach, a blush rising across her cheeks. “I think we both know that we’re kind of entirely new to this, but I was just afraid to ruin things between us. We’ve been running for most of our lives, never really having a place to call our home. But throughout all of the hard times and adventures we’ve been through, you were the one constant. Whenever I look at you…” Sonic’s emerald gaze softened as a loving smile game across his lips. “I’m home.”

A huge grin took over Y/n’s face, her eyes beginning to fill with tears of happiness. “Sonic… you’re my home, too.” Before he had a chance to say more beautiful things to make her heart melt, she threw her arms around his furry neck and buried her head in his neck. Sonic was quick to return the gesture, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly. It felt like cloud nine being there with one another, knowing that they felt the same. That they would make things work just like they always did. They fat together like two pieces of a puzzle; the one person that they could never get tired of. The one person that they loved everything about. The one person who was their home. Home never truly was just one place, was it?

It was them.

“Okay, okay,” Y/n slowly breathed as they finally pulled apart. She ran a nervous gloved hand through her quills and gave him a bashful smile. “We’ll take things slow? Since we’re so new to this and everything.” Sonic eagerly nodded.

“Yes! I mean, yeah sure,” he attempted to play it cool by leaning back against the couch, but his excitement remained ever present in his eyes every time he looked at her. “Slow. Oh, and um, how are we going to make sure Donut Lord doesn’t kill me?”

Y/n giggled, moving closer to her partner and snuggling up into his side. Sonic happily obliged by wrapping his one arm around her and pulling her closer into him. The warmth of his body heat made her never want to leave as she hummed softly to lift the TV remote over to hand.

“You let me take care of that. By the way, Conjuring? Yay or nay?”

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started! First of all, every single person in here is suffering from an extreme lack of Snickers. Like seriously. They just ain’t themselves when they’re hungry.”

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At around eleven o’clock, Maddie and Tom Wachowski quietly slipped through their front door. After the very interesting dinner with their friends, the gang had wanted to go out and get some drinks. Seeing no way out of it, they decided to tag along. It was only when Wade tried to strip and ride a mechanical bull at the same time that they called it a night. They knew Y/n and Sonic well enough to figure that they would have passed out on the couch watching movies, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the TV still flashing scenes from Dead Silence across the quiet living room.

The couple quietly made their way into the hall and peered into the room to see the two hedgehogs passed out on the couch. Sonic lay on his back with his arms wrapped around Y/n, whose head rested on his chest and her legs were splayed across the other half of the couch. The sight was so adorable that it brought Maddie back to her young love days as she pressed a hand against her chest. A smile formed across her face as she watched the steady rise and fall of their breathing. Unfortunately, Tom was not quite as happy.

“W-what the hell?” His grip on their leftovers tightened as he stared daggers at Sonic’s arm wrapped tightly around his daughter’s waist. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, come on, Tom,” Maddie playfully smacked him in the chest. “They’re just kids. They’ve known each other their whole life, remember?” Tom let out a defeated huff, but his lips were still edged in a frown.

“But… that’s my daughter right there. And that’s a boy. With his arm. Doing things.” He turned to stare intensely at his wife. “Things I don’t like.”

Maddie laughed quietly at his expression, and grabbed his arm to tug him with her into the kitchen. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take off these high heels that feel like nails and take a nice long bath while you put the leftovers away and raid the icebox to see if we still have those macaroons the kids got us for Valentine’s day.” She pecked him on the cheek, a warm smile floating across her lips as she looked him in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Years of being married, and Maddie was still able to catch him off guard.

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A couple hours later, the house had fallen completely silent. Even Ozzy’s snoring had ceased to an open mouthed whistle as he lay on his stomach, belly exposed to the air of the living room. Maddie and Tom lay fast asleep under the covers of their bed, and Y/n and Sonic remained asleep on the couch. Everything was silent until a slow, melodic tune floated through the air.

Y/n stirred on Sonic’s chest. She unconsciously buried her head deeper into his fur in an attempt to float back into the REM cycle. But the tune came once again, this time more forcefully. Demanding attention. When it realized Y/n was still asleep, it wafted through the air, this time louder.

Y/n’s e/c eyes popped open. She gulped, recognizing the sound instantly. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Last time she acknowledged the sound, it shot her on a brand new adventure in which she almost lost the love of her life. She turned her head back to Sonic’s chest, pointedly glaring at the air around her in hopes that whatever it was would get the hint. A couple of moments passed in silence, and her heartbeat finally slowed. Her eyelids gradually fluttered closed.

Ah~, ah~...

♡ a.a.

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