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Not Me (2021) | Episode 8
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Halo Pt.2
warnings: less plot, but still plot, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, biting, light blood(play), light hair pulling, body worship, oral(f receiving), light degradation, yandere themes, dub-con, think that's it
summary: in your free time you do freelance writing, doing interviews with people most would consider strand and unusual. when you recognize that one of the regulars in your coffee shop only visits in the evening, you pose the question of where you can interview him, upon his agreement, you realize this is unlike any other interview
a/n: holy shit, i am alive actually. i feel kinda horrible that i last posted in september. life got kinda crazy, i was slammed with uni and work, and had intense writer's block. anyways, i hope those of you who enjoyed the first part enjoy this one even more! i'm not entirely sure how active i'll be this semester, but i'm not going to make any promises lol. as always, i hope you enjoy and have a great day! :D ~nero
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Vampire!Seonghwa x female reader
pt.1
Seonghwa looked off to the side, inhaling a calculated breath before he spoke.Â
âThe nightlife. Where I was before was too prosaic and mundane. It lacked character. But here? Thereâs a flame that ignites when the sun goes down.âÂ
You scribbled down his last sentence wanting to maybe use it as the title for the piece when you finished. Looking back up at him, you felt your body relax and suddenly everything felt easy.Â
âWhere were you before?âÂ
âEverywhere. Iâm a bit of a nomad, you see? I canât stay chained to one place for too long.âÂ
âDid you find your last locations to grow boring, or was it something else?âÂ
âSomething else. Rather of my own doing, but needing to keep my needs satiated is a necessity.âÂ
You paused for a moment and glanced at your notebook littered with questions trying to find the next avenue youâd walk down. You hadnât been faced with someone so careful in their speech. He was answering your questions, yes, but not in the full detail that you desired. He was making you work.Â
âBeing a nomad, you must have a flexible job. What do you do for work and whatâs your haven for play?âÂ
A smirk formed on his face, like he knew he was stumping you. Running his fingers through his onyx locks, he went to lick his lips and you noticed the length of one of his canines peeking from behind his upper lip.Â
âAh, yes. For work, I was lucky enough to benefit from years of generational wealth, but I hated the fact of that being my only accolade. So I sought after art. I always rendered an interest in building things so I thought, why not extend that to an artistic field?âÂ
âWhatâs your medium?â
âSculptures and charcoal portraits. I love capturing time in a piece. I donât know how long this life will grant me so I enjoy partaking in affairs that allow me to immortalize that time. Remind me to show you some of my portraits.âÂ
Nodding, you remembered the busts you saw when you entered his home, the question crossed your mind if those were his art.
âThose busts that you have in your entryway, did you make those as well?â
âSo you really were quite entranced. To answer you, yes, I did create those as well. Theyâre of my family who have since passed on. I donât have many left in my life so it aids me in keeping the memory of them alive.âÂ
Moving your hair out of your face to look at him, you furrowed your brow feeling sorry for him as you processed his statement.Â
âAre you all alone out here?â
The concerned look on your face quickly fell to anxiety as you feared you may be prying too much into his personal life. Getting ready to speak again, Seonghwa stopped you with the gentle raise of his hand and smiled.Â
âYouâre not overstepping any boundaries, my dove. When I agreed to sit with you, pen in hand with the recorder running, I alleviated all forms of privacy for you. You may ask me whatever you feel called to ask. Iâm yours for the evening.âÂ
A soft smile pulled at your lips as you silently acknowledged him, and thanked him for being so tender with you. His velvet voice pulled you from your thoughts.Â
âTo answer your previous question though, yes, I am all alone. It was lonely at first, but after a while it became comfortable. Perhaps preferred. I did find that recently though, the exigent desire for a partner has been pulling at my heartstrings.âÂ
âWith your interest in the nightlife here, surely it shouldnât be too hard to find yourself a companion. Not to mention if youâre speaking romantically, Iâm sure youâd find yourself plenty of options.âÂ
You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but it was already in the air now and you just had to hope and pray that heâd let it slide.
âWhat are implying?âÂ
Of course, he wouldnât.Â
âIâm just sayingâŠthat, you know, you are an attractive guy. It seems like youâd have a particularly easy timeâŠweeding through people.âÂ
âYou think I have a lot of suitors?âÂ
Seonghwa had his arms folded across his chest now, gaining pleasure from making you squirm.Â
âIâm saying that I think youâd have a fair amount of people to choose from, not necessarily that theyâd be worthy of your time.âÂ
You brought the pen up to your lips, feeling your anxiety swirl in your body as Seonghwa continued to hanker down on you. You glanced over at your notebook again, seeing what you could ask to divert the subject but before you had the chance to speak, Seonghwa was prying.Â
âWorthy of my time?âÂ
âFrom first impressions, you seemâŠdifficult to entertain. Not to be impressed by the bare minimum, which if considering this town, there is a lot of.â
Seonghwa leaned forward, smiling without showing his teeth. His aura radiated a slimy smugness that irritated you but also ignited a fire within you.Â
âIâd beg to differ. There are a select few Iâve come across. I wouldnât be so certain in your statement.âÂ
Your mind was swarmed with questions, most of them centering around who he was entertaining and if you even spared a shot with him.Â
âHave you found a lover yet then?â
With Seonghwa still hovering over the desk, he looked so much larger than usual. He commanded even more attention and you couldnât bear to tear your eyes away from his as he stared you down. When he spoke, he raked his eyes over your form and was begging whatever deity was out there that youâd pick up on his hints.Â
âIâve found who I want to be mine, she just doesnât know it yet. Iâve been leaving her clues, paltry I know, but I beg that she pick up my scent soon.âÂ
âLike a secret admirer?â
âYou can call it that, yes. What I feel for her though is more than what a secret admirer could possess.âÂ
You felt your heart drop, not even letting the delusion have time to manifest to let you think that this âsheâ was you. You nodded your head and looked toward your notebook again scanning over your questions to see where you wanted to take the interview next. As you went to look up at Seonghwa again, you noticed that unabated gloss cast over his eyes again. The other thing you noticed was that his eyes seemed to change color. It was hard to tell for sure in the dim lighting of the study, but you swore you were seeing flecks of red in his irises.Â
As you inhaled to speak, you felt your body freeze and an indistinguishable tingle ran rampant through your limbs. Panic registered across your pupils as you tried to move but soon recognized that you were glued to the chair. Your limbs were attached to the wood of the desk as if your skin were made to melt into the surface. Suddenly as you looked at Seonghwa, you realized that you recognized this feeling, the energy that was emanating across from you. It was all too familiar.
It wasnât sleep paralysis. It was him.
âAhh, yes it was, my dove. Iâm disheartened that it took you this long. Thought the journal wouldâve been clue enough.âÂ
Feeling that static in your fingers trail up your arm and down through your body, you felt control over yourself again. You pressed your back flesh against the chair, a feeble attempt at creating space between you two. Your vision was unfocused for a moment and in the blur created, you understood that the man across you was the figure in the corner of your room last night. Your breath quickened with fear, but something else mixed in with your emotions that you couldnât quite place yet.Â
âY-you weâre in my room last night?⊠Why?âÂ
Seonghwa stood up slowly, his hands planted firmly on the desk. His frame which was at first sleek and inviting was now imposing and ravening. His eyes were boring into you making you feel so minuscule under his gaze. His tone was low, almost near a whisper, but his next words sent a chill down your spine.Â
âBecause I canât bear to leave you alone.â
Your eyes blew wide in panic, fear present in your features. You wondered how you could find a way out of this, a way to remedy the situation but you felt completely and utterly trapped. You looked behind you to the door of the study and defeat enveloped you as you came to the conclusion that any attempt you made to escape would prove to be fruitless. As you returned your gaze to Seonghwa, he was shaking his head, a grin cast on his face.Â
âHow could you even think about leaving so early when we havenât finished the interview yet, y/n? Iâve looked forward to this all day, Iâd hate for it to end so soon.âÂ
Seonghwa furrowed his features into a pout, persuading you to swallow your fear and sit forward. Maybe, if you indulged in him heâd let you leave. As Seonghwa sat back in his seat, a new wave of questions ran through your brain. Whether or not youâd include this in the posted interview, you needed closure for yourself. Asserting yourself in your spot, you sat taller, your gaze piercing his as he did to you moments before. Your voice carried a dominance that hadnât been present all evening.Â
âHow long have you been following me?âÂ
âFiesty are we?â
âHwa, how long have you been on my tail?â
âMy dove, Iâm disappointed. How could you not realize all those rotten feelings you felt when you stepped out of your car were because of me?âÂ
His face was sickening, he was enjoying this. The smile that painted his face was sardonic and it made acrimony bubble within you. All those weeks where you felt like you were going brainsick were because of him.Â
I canât believe him right now
âBetter start believing y/n. At least you have the comfort of knowing youâre not demented.âÂ
âStop doing that!âÂ
It was freaking you out that nearly every thought you had about him he had a response to. He was inside your head and you couldnât place how he was doing it.Â
âDoing what, darling?âÂ
âThat! Being in my head! How are you doing that?!âÂ
Your fear was making you hostile and agitated. You felt completely out of control and you hated every second of it. You were in a strangerâs house, agreeing to come based on the hopes that youâd get something out of this and now you were shackled in this room with a stalker. You stared down at your notebook trying to fit the pieces of all of this together. The thought finally dawned on you that he knew where you lived, and it was no mere coincidence that the journal you found at your front door perfectly matched the pen he gave you. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf behind you and you noticed a horrifying similarity between what was sitting on the shelves and what was resting underneath your hands.
âAsk me.âÂ
Your head whipped to Seonghwaâs voice, not daring to disrespect him for you were fearful of the consequences.Â
âAsk you what?âÂ
âAsk me how I know your thoughts.â
You inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the answer you were about to be given. Sighing you looked straight into his eyes, and thatâs when you noticed the color of them changed. A deep carmine colored his irises now. Your eyes squinted, trying to understand his motive now.Â
âHow do you know what Iâm thinking.âÂ
He inhaled a breath, mocking you. He smiled at you, something sickeningly sweet about it.Â
âVampirism. Vampirism is how I know. Vampirism is also how Iâve been able to stalk you without the thought of me ever crossing your mind. Itâs the reason why I was in your bedroom, why I could never leave your thoughts, why you were entranced by me. By design, you were meant to be allured by me and you were. Which is why youâre sitting across from me.âÂ
You were stunned. You always entertained the idea of supernatural creatures, but never did you think that were actually real. Never in your lifetime did you think that youâd be face to face with a vampire and with that knowledge you were now more fearful of your situation. Your next words flew from your mouth without any chance to filter.Â
âWhat do you feed on?âÂ
Seonghwa leaned forward and smiled, the tip of one of his fangs peeking out onto his bottom lip.Â
âWhatever I can get my hands on. I have to say though, the more fear that exudes from my dinner makes the taste that much more delectable. And you, my sweet y/n, are absolutely intoxicating right now. Almost as sweet as last night. Gods, it took everything in me not to devour you then.âÂ
You held your composure, but something stirred in your lower stomach. Radiating heat between your thighs.Â
Arousal.Â
You were feeling aroused by his words, and you were ashamed by it. Here you were, at the mercy of a stranger and yet, you were aroused by the transparency of his truths. You tried to push the feeling to the back of your mind, but something was bringing your innermost fantasies about Seonghwa forward. His eyes were indulging in you in sheer gluttony, looking at you like prey and you couldnât help but think that he was holding back on what his inner monologue consisted of.Â
âWhat are you thinking about right now?âÂ
You leaned forward, asserting yourself now that a lustful wave crashed over your body.Â
âSo thatâs what gets you off? Carnal urges, is it?âÂ
âThatâs not what I asked.âÂ
âWhile true, it is what I heard prior to you speaking.âÂ
Rolling your tongue across your teeth, you were through with the antics.Â
âWhatâs on your mind now, Hwa?âÂ
He smiled flashing his teeth, his fangs on full display.Â
âTruthfully, Iâm running through all the ways I want to consume you. To make you mine. And itâs becoming quite painful to ignore.âÂ
You wanted to call his bluff, to catch him off guard even with the disadvantage of him invading the privacy of your mind. You stood up from the chair, the legs creating a painful scratching sound across the wood. You walked around the edge of the desk and positioned yourself in front of him, gently laying your hand on the table in front of his, your fingertips barely touching. Leaning down, you stared into his piercing garnet eyes damning yourself to cosset in the feelings that were licentious in nature. Wetting your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, you felt your eyes blow in temptation and you knew he was aware of every second of it.Â
âThen do something about it. Live up to this lavish vampiric character youâve laid out for me.â
With the passing of a second, the roles of power drastically shifted. His body moved with a swiftness that you hadnât experienced and before you had a chance to register what happened, you were caged underneath his frame with your hips nailed against the side of the desk. His slender hand snaked its way to your neck, wrapping his deft fingers around your face and forcing you to look at him.Â
âCareful, pet. I donât think you understand the gravity of your words.âÂ
Eyes darkening with lust, you smirked at him feeling a sense of power as you watched him lose control in front of you. Moving your body to sit on top of the desk, you rolled your neck, exposing your most vulnerable space of skin to him.
âYou reek of luxuria, have you any shame?âÂ
âNot any more than you.âÂ
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you trailed your hand up to the nape of his neck, goosebumps forming in its wake. You curled your fingers into the hair resting on his neck feeling fulfilled as you watched his body shiver in unabashed desire for you. His chest heaved heavy breaths as his lust for you was becoming harder to control. Seonghwa let his head fall into the conjunction of where your neck and shoulder met, his breath creating an intense humidity that only aided your arousal.Â
Pulling at his hair, you positioned him to look at you head-on. His eyes were blown wide, the red of his irises nearly covered up by the black of his pupils. His breathing was still heavy and you could feel a small bulge prodding at your inner thigh. Rolling your hips into his, you watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, only the white of his sclera showing. As he breathed out, a small whimper was swallowed in his throat. Pulling at his hair, he opened his eyes to look at you.Â
âDevour me, Seonghwa.âÂ
Any suppression of his feelings turned into a zealous carnal display of affection. His lips were on yours in a second, hot and impassioned. His hands roamed over the exposed flesh of your thighs, indenting the skin with his fingers each time he squeezed. Your head was squirming with floating ideas and wrestling with the plain fact that you were getting exactly what you wanted.Â
As Seonghwa swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission, you parted your mouth just enough to grant your tongues the freedom to fight for dominance. With one roll of your tongue into his mouth, the side of your tongue was swiped by the point of his fang. It sent a chill down your spine but excited you even further. Feeling bold, you closed the space of your lips and bit down on his bottom lip, pulling away from him as you watched him with hooded eyes.Â
Letting your hands snake down his torso, you hooked your fingers into his belt loops pulling him closer to your clothed center. Gently rolling your hips, you were thankful that you wore a skirt as your aching cunt ghosted over his jean covered cock. Looking up at him, your eyes were blown and you could feel the sexual adrenaline raging through your body.Â
âI want you, Seonghwa. I want you to make me yours.âÂ
Seonghwa looked down at you, a knowing smirk painting his mouth as he gingerly put his finger under your chin.Â
âAww, how sweet. But darling, you were mine the moment I laid my eyes upon you, donât you get that? I just needed that sweet invitation to fall from your pretty lips.âÂ
In the blink of an eye, Seonghwaâs hands found their way underneath the fabric of your shirt. His hands were like ice, but the contrasting temperature soothed the raging heat dancing across your skin. There was an uncontrollable need and you felt like you couldnât get close enough to him. Your body kept rolling into his and you couldnât quell the small moan that escaped your throat.Â
âExcited, hmm?âÂ
Your eyes were pleading, needing to feel something other than his hands roaming your body.Â
âDo something, please. Iâm begging you.âÂ
Seonghwa brought his face to the side of yours so that his lips grazed the shell of your ear. He was breathing slowly, almost methodically and it made your heartbeat race. When he spoke, your eyebrows furrowed at his lower tone.
âJust something?â
You mewled at him, tired of the teasing, but what he did next was not what you expected. One of his fangs made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck and you moaned out as the tip of it impaled your skin. Seonghwa pulled away, his tongue swiping at the tiny drop of crimson staining his tooth. His eyes darkened as he smirked at you and indulged in your metallic taste. You felt him roll his hips into yours, his cock growing harder as he imagined how it would feel to feed off of your naked body.Â
Growing impatient from the wanton ache that settled in your cunt, you pushed Seonghwa away from you and your body off of the desk. Making yourself as big as possible, you guided his body backward until his knees met the lip of the couch in the study. As his form gracefully plopped into the cushions, you tore your top off throwing it on the floor behind you. You straddled Seonghwaâs thighs, grinding your hips down into him as you made contact with his lap. You cupped his face as you let your body control your actions rather than your mind. Pulling him close, your lips danced a dangerous waltz of spit and tongue as he began to feel dizzy from the intensity.
Seonghwa was enjoying this obscene side of you, his nimble fingers gripping at your skin any chance he got. Pulling away from his lips, his mouth chased yours not ready for the kiss to end so soon. Placing your hands on his chest, you allowed yourself the time to admire his form. His perfectly sculpted body that was encased so delicately by the mesh he wore. You sucked your bottom lip behind your teeth as you gripped the fabric into your fist grinding down into his erection.Â
His hips rolled up into yours and his breathing quickened as he devoured you with his eyes.Â
âEnjoying yourself?âÂ
âMore than you know.â You panted out
Seonghwa patted your thigh and nodded his chin behind you.Â
âUp.â
You pushed yourself off of him, suddenly hyper-aware of your insecurities. They didnât have long to manifest as his voice pulled you from your thoughts. He grabbed your hand leading you out of the study, down the hallway, and guided you into his bedroom.Â
âNever. Think such dreadful things about yourself, my dove.â
Seonghwa gently placed you down on the edge of his opulent bed, his bedroom far too extravagant for you to fully appreciate right now. Nodding his head behind you, you understood his cue to scoot back and your eyes never left him as he crawled over your body.Â
âItâs simply just, if Iâm going to ravage you in the ways Iâve dreamt so vividly, it wasnât going to happen on that vapid couch.âÂ
He placed gentle kisses on your jawline, nipping slightly at the skin near your earlobe. Seonghwa then dragged his nose down the valley of your breasts and stopped at the hemline of your skirt. The heat and your arousal turn near suffocating under the constraints of your panties.Â
âYou deserve to be tasted, worshipped. To be given a night of passion. And I, my sweet y/n, am going to give you all of that and more.âÂ
His voice turned more gruff the more his sentence trailed on. What you failed to realize was that due to the angle he was at, your arousal was like his personal parfum and it was dreadfully intoxicating. He acted with no haste as he dragged your skirt down your legs, taking your underwear with it. You felt embarrassment quickly wash over your body as you felt the stick of your arousal stretch between your needy lips and the ruined cotton.Â
Now fully exposed to him, you had nowhere to hide and it excited you. He pressed his nose against your clit, the action sending a savage bolt of lust through your body. Your body shivered as he took a deep inhale of your scent, his tongue following soon behind with a flattened lick across your folds. The moan that left you was covetous and echoed off the walls of his bedroom.Â
Seonghwa lapped at your folds like a ravenous dog and your sounds only egged him on. Your hips were riding his face, unable to get enough of him. When your hand found refuge in his inky locks, he moaned into your pussy, the vibrations bringing you to the precipice of your orgasm. With one hand gripping at his hair and the other fisting the sheets, you were moaning like a rapacious whore.Â
âHwa, fuck! Hwa Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Seonghwa gripped his hands tighter around your hips, shoving your cunt as close as possible to his mouth. Seonghwa focused on your clit, fluttering his tongue against your sensitive bud before sucking your orgasm right out of you.Â
âFuckfuckfuck!âÂ
Seonghwa didnât give you a chance to ride out your first orgasm, instead, he continued sucking on your tender rosebud and let the aftershock of your second climax wash over you. Your body shook in intervals of vibrating lust. Chillis littering your body as you relished in the feeling he just bestowed upon you. Lifting himself from between your legs, he hovered over you with a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips. Soon his lips were on yours again and the tangy taste of yourself swept across your tastebuds. Pulling away from you, he began unbuttoning his shirt.Â
âYou taste even better than what I dreamt of.âÂ
You couldnât quite wrap your head around the fact that he wanted you just as bad and your mouth moved quicker than your mind.Â
âY-youâve dreamt of me?âÂ
An airy chuckle left his throat.Â
âDarling, if you question my likening for you one more time tonight, Iâm going to have to chain you to my bed and fuck any trace of doubt out of you.âÂ
Your hole squeezed around nothing and courage found itself in you again. Flipping your bodies over, you sat on top of his lap, your arousal spreading all over the top of his jeans. Undoing his belt, the sexual tension was fervid and it was as if you couldnât move your hands fast enough. His cock was straining against the layers of fabric and you needed it straining against your walls.Â
Pulling his jeans down his legs with his underwear, you knelt down, prepared to offer up all your oral skills known to man. Before you could ghost your lips over his tip, Seonghwaâs hand found your chin and titled you to look up at him.Â
âThere will be plenty of times for you to taste me, tonight though is about our collective ecstasy. To lose ourselves in one another.âÂ
His hand pulled you closer to him and you straddled your legs over his. His leaky and libertine cock teasing your entrance as you hovered over him. His hair lay disheveled across his face all thanks to your hands and he somehow looked even more desirable than before. With puffy lips and heavy eyes, you needed him in every way imaginable.Â
Lowering yourself down onto his cock, you werenât prepared for how big heâd feel as you took him in inch by inch. He thickened as you reached his base and made you feel so full. As you bottomed out on him, both of you moaned in harmonious synchrony that made you wish you could have it on repeat.Â
âHwa~! Youâre soâso big.âÂ
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you squeezed his length inside of your velvety walls. You placed your hands on his shoulders needing something to ground yourself on. Seonghwaâs hands purchased themselves on your hips awaiting your movements.Â
âCall me that again.âÂ
You rolled your hips, your walls fluttering as you looked down at him.Â
âHwa~âÂ
You let your forehead rest against his as your body began to ride his perfect cock. Your moans creating the quintessential licentious atmosphere.Â
âHwa, babyâŠyou feel so good.âÂ
Your mind was racing, not really paying attention to the words that left your mouth. But you wished you did.Â
In seconds, the use of the pet name rendered you at his mercy. Only for a moment did his cock leave your seraphic cunt as your bodies were flipped once again. Seonghwa entered you with such a force that you could only describe as concupiscent and raw. Your nails immediately dug themselves into his back and the sounds that left him were more obscene.Â
âOh, God!â
âGod is nowhere in this room, nor will he ever be, Pet.â
His moans were tantalizing, hypnotizing you even more so under his spell. His thrusts were deep and calculated, abusing your G-spot with every hit. If God wasnât in this room, all that Seonghwa was making you feel definitely felt like it. Youâd never felt euphoria like this before, it was sinful in every sense of the word and made it feel like there truly was a reason for Him to have died for our sins. Feeling a pool of heat begin to settle near the bottom of your stomach, you wrapped your legs around his waist caging him to you.Â
âY/nnn, I canât hold myself back much longer.âÂ
As your walls fluttered around him one more time you shook your head, your voice coming out with more air than you anticipated.Â
âMe n-neither.âÂ
You kissed him again, impassioned and frenzied. Panting against his lips, your nails found solace in his back again. His breath was creating humidity in your neck and you enjoyed every second of it. Looking into his eyes, there was more swimming in them than just lust.Â
âI want all of you. I want to feel every part of you Hwa. I need you. I need you so bad, H~wa!âÂ
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nails dug deep crescents into his skin. As you begged him for all he had to give he did just that as his mouth snuck its way to your neck and his fangs sunk into your skin.Â
The feeling of the puncture was just what you needed to peer over the horizon of your orgasm and crash into the sea of its entirety. Seonghwa was still pumping his hard cock into you and then you felt a familiar warmth flood your walls. Your body squirmed underneath him and slowly your vision began to blur. Before you had the chance to completely lose consciousness, you watched Seonghwa slice his tooth into his wrist and felt the crimson drain over your lips as he pressed his wrist to your mouth.Â
âDrink, my sweet dove.âÂ
His voice was so sweet. Like a sirenâs as you drifted into a slumber that was filled with nothing but pleasure.Â
~*~
When you awoke, you were still lay in his massive bed, but your body was covered in a black silk nightgown and you smelled faintly of sandalwood and frankincense. You turned your head to the left and then to the right only to find that the bed was empty.Â
Where did he go?Â
You pushed yourself up to sit in the bed only to be met with the worst headache in your life. It felt like your entire body was pounding in pain and the drumming of it only kept getting louder. Wincing, you heard the handle click open on the bedroom door, revealing Seonghwa with an assortment of food, water, and a glass of red liquid. Wine maybe?Â
âI could hear you worrying from across the house. Trust, Iâll never be far from you. NowâI know youâre probably in a decent amount of pain right now, but itâll soon fade in the next few days. Your body can still take normal food just not in large quantities. Here.âÂ
His voice trailed off as he tore a piece of the croissant laying on one of the few small plates on the tray. Holding it up, he raised his eyebrows encouraging you to open your mouth. Obliging, you gently took the piece of bread from him, chewing slowly as you tried to make sense of your reality.Â
âDid youâŠdid you turn me?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You nodded.Â
âSo that means, Iâll be like this forever? Like you?âŠWith you?âÂ
You saw something like fear flash in his eyes for a moment. Or maybe it was regret?
âYes. And if youâd like to spend your days with me then it does seem that way my sweet dove. If you feel otherwise I will not hold you back. Although, I will admit I will have a hard time staying away from you.âÂ
He smiled, almost jokingly in a way that softened your heart.Â
This must be who he is behind that mask
âForever with you doesnât sound so bad.âÂ
You blinked up at him, a smile spreading across your own face.Â
âI was hoping youâd say something like that.â
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a/n: iâm doing alright, sweetheart! i hope youâve been doing well. this has been sitting in my inbox since april iâm so sorry!!! i hope i could do this request justice. iâm considering making it longer.. i didnât wanna make the reader an unlikeable kind of mean so i went with something more tame, thatâs why it sounds more like friends going back and forth :)
âGet your filthy paws off me!â Katsuki snarls, the link gums of his mouth exposed as he bares his teeth. If there were one word to describe him, itâd be feral. Sharp canines, an angular jawline and rough scarlet eyes that had a never ending blaze behind them. They were a deep shade of red, almost appearing brown. He was frustratingly handsome, the kind of pretty that only boys could achieve, with unnecessarily long eyelashes and beauty marks. His hair goes in all sorts of directions, each strand somehow meeting perfectly to form the most endearing row of spikes youâve ever seen. He pushes you aside with his wrist, as if touching you with his entire hand would infect him.
His explosions were just as bright as his mind, the thought pops up when he nearly casts an explosion straight into your face. It crackles on his fingertips, illuminating an orange glow against the curves of your face. It blends almost perfectly into the apples of your cheeks and beneath your irises. He curses himself for thinking about you in so much detail, but how could he not?
âAhh, âget your filthy paws off me!ââ You tack on a nasally voice, obviously over exaggerated to make the boy uncomfortable. It works, seeing as he grunts and tears his gaze away. You can smell something burning, the dense scent of charcoal filling the air. âStop projecting, and pull up your pants. You look fuckinâ stupid.â The insult comes out with a bit more venom than intended, and it clearly gets under his skin. The comment festers, aggressively at that.
âKeep mentioning being stupid and Iâll beat you till you are!â His pupils dilate, just underneath the light shining through his eyelashes. His tongue, as pink as his lips, swipes under his teeth. It feels like heâs the only other person in the room, a dark vignette blocking you from the rest of your class. Just you and Katsuki. Just you, Katsuki, and the God awful smell of whatever was burning.
âFuck!â Bakugou yells, patting down his lap. You have to shift to see over his desk, but thereâs a burning hole through his baggy pants. The mossy green lacks any sort of smooth transition into charred black. Itâs not exactly small, but you wouldnât say itâs that noticeable either. Around half the size of Katsukiâs calloused palm. Heâs usually careful, he never needs to look out for these things because he has one hundred percent perfect control over his quirk. Then thereâs you, pushing him off his balance beam for the first time in forever. His feet had already grown unsteady to begin with, but something about your unreasonably handsome face made him stumble.
âDo you have All Might boxers? ThatâsâŠkinda cute.â The hole is nowhere near the top end of his thigh, but you like to tease him anyway. Thereâs heat dwindling on his cheeks, more so than his palm. He doesnât blush though, instead stomps his heavy foot on yours in retaliation. It could be to distract you from whatever heâs feeling rise to his throat. It definitely distracts you from what you feel in yours.
Youâre always the first to check him, pull him back in from his fits of- well, passion. To others, he seemed aggressive and angry, but really, he was just passionate about what he enjoyed. Beating others. His fire was always ignited, the flame sparking the second he developed his quirk, and it only ever grew brighter. You wanted to be his candle, to be able to melt under his flame and bounce back when his wick had burned itself through and through.
âItâs too early for your shit.â Bakugouâs cheek rests against his knuckles, his elbow digging into the edge of his desk. He stares straight ahead, afraid the air would be snatched from his lungs if he makes eye contact with you for any second longer. His cheek, though squished between his hand and excess baby fat, looks incredibly kissable. When heâs not straining his face he appears much more youthful. Of course he was only a teen, the both of you were, but the facial expressions he made reminded you of an old man. The thought of Katsuki hunched over with grey hair, yelling at children brings a smile to your face. He already went to bed early, had a tight ironed schedule and woke up early. Honestly, he was already on his way.
He makes no effort to fully turn his body, let alone actually look at you. Instead, Katsuki tilts his head to the side and stares at you through his peripherals. He hadnât thought about it till now, but the flirting was actually kind of flattering. Hearing you go on with your day without saying something Denki would fist bump you for left him feeling unsettled, like there was a tsunami in his stomach. He actually kind of liked blowing up your face after you flirt with him.
âI can feel those Granny Smithâs staring straight into my soul,â He ignores the obscure comparison of his eyes to apples, but heâd definitely think about it later. Your backhanded compliments have him tapping his foot against the floor in irritation. The rhythm is somewhat memorising, Katsuki makes a mental note to try it out on his drums in his free time. Not that heâd ever say it was inspired by you. Not in a million years. âReally lets me know where home is, thanks âSuki.â
âDonât call me that, prick!â There are fireworks exploding in his stomach. The fizzle out into sparklers, zapping against his insides and bringing overwhelming thoughts straight to his head. It was an unusual feeling, trapped inside his body and only expelling through bouncing legs. At first, the flirting made him want to punch you in your prince-charming esque face, but hearing the nickname made him feel something else. Warm and floaty inside. With fifty percent humor intended, you reach over the safety of your desk to grasp his hand. In the millisecond you get to hold it, you note itâs faint dampness. A drawback of his quirk, something youâd be sure to tease him about another time. He swats your hand with a loud âsmack!â that bounces off the walls of the room. He doesnât pull away completely, instead brushing his knuckles against your own. His signature nose wrinkle returns, manufactured from the exact opposite of disgust. He hates the way his heart quickens, the way he feels challenged when you speak to him, the way he craves the feeling of your hand on his for just a second longer.
But oddly enough, he loved- no, liked? He wasnât ready for love yet.- you with every fiber of his being. His knuckles brushing against yours felt like more fiction than it actually was, his heart did somersaults against his ribs when he saw you. Hearing you insult him had always taken him aback, it made a mischievous glint in his eye return just as quick as it vanished. Then youâd laugh, a divine chime that he couldnât quite describe with words, and say something that stopped the blood flow in his body. You truly were something else, a supernova that only vermillion eyes could see. He was thankful for that. The two of you are rather young, with questioning, impressionable minds thatâll cling to each other for support. He wouldnât have it any other way.
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hole in the wall
In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.
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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader
warnings:Â 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding
word count:Â 7,831
a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, hereâs to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!
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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.
It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.
It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an⊠organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.
The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.
Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.
Heroes with the savior complex were put down.
Villains were never believed.
The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.
Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.
Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.
Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.
To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.
The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.
Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.
However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.
TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,
I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!
I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO
The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.
Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.
A truly mundane member.
But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.
I'll be going, Yayorozu.
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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.
In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time.Â
2X28, OCTOBER 23
STARTING FROM 20:00
Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.
The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind.Â
With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.
An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.
A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.
His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.
âTodoroki-sama, the car is here.â
Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.
"I'll be there."
His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.
Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.
A kitsune.
"Safe journey."
"I'll be back tonight."
And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble.Â
In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party.Â
The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.
People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.
A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff.Â
With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.
An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.
The fuckers made this a sex party.
Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.
But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.
The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.
Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on.Â
"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.
It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.
"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy hereâ" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."
"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"
"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"
"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.
Typical cult things, he reminded himself.
"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and wellâŠ" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everythingâ"
"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.
"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can â OH MY GOD!"
Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.
"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.
"The hoes â the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.
Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.
"I don't know what you're talking aboutâ" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him.Â
"Ei, the gloryholes!"
Gloryholes?Â
Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.
"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.
"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.
"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"
Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.
He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.
For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.
"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.
She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.
"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our littleâŠÂ hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"
Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.
With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.
His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!
The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.
His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.
Shouto blinked.
Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?
Were they fucking ghosts?
"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here⊠you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"
Paradise?!
Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now.Â
"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.
"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.
Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.
But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.
He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.
A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.
Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.
A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.
Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace.Â
His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.
"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.
Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.
He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.
Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.
He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers â by god, what fucking fingers you had â warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.
"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."
A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas.Â
And you? Behind the wall?
He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.
More, he wanted more, he needed more.
"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."
A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.
"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."
Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"
His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.
Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.
But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.
Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.
As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.
"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.
"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.
He could promise that to the hole in the wall.
Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.
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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.
For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.
Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.
He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak.Â
He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.
But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult.Â
"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.
This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied.Â
"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"
Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile.Â
"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.
"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boysâ"
"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."
"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"
"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"
The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.
If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.
Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.
Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.
Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately.Â
And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.
In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.
"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.
It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.
But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly.Â
He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass â the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.
"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"
His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.
And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit.Â
Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt.Â
Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.
"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.
He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.
His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.
A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come.Â
Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.
If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.
He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked.Â
"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"
Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.
With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.
The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall.Â
Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder.Â
His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.
And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing.Â
"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"
It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.
Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"
Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.
He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.
She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.
"How do I get into the rooms?"
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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.
But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly.Â
There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored.Â
The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.
And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.
"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."
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Artistic Intention
Artist!Steve x Reader
Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.
W/C: 2,374
Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing
A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!
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Itâs 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He canât be too apologetic though, heâs running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesnât make it the professor will close the door in his face.
This is the longest 15 minutes in Steveâs life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesnât stop, heâs only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. Heâs nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and heâs trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.
Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, heâs not sure heâs ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.
He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.
âGood afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as Iâm sure youâve noticed. Sheâll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume youâll have no problem staying late as well. Youâll clean up after class.â The professor concludes with a short nod.
Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he canât help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.
Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. Youâre gorgeous, youâre coy and charming, youâre a muse. Heâs still blushing because youâre naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. Heâs been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.
He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, youâre perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. Heâs flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.
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As class goes on Steveâs sketch is coming along nicely. He canât bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like youâre amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.
Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now itâs only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.
âMr. Rogers Iâve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?â The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. âThank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.â
You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now youâve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like youâre lingering. Itâs just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He canât help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.
âIs that supposed to be me?â
Steve jumps in surprise, youâre peering right over his shoulder. Heâs caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?
He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.
âUh, yeah. Yes it is. I donât think itâs very good but Iâm tryingâ He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.
But you donât. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.
âItâs good. At least, I think it is.â
âTh-thanks, thank you.â
âDo you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?â
Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that heâs not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he canât help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.
âI, I um, I didnât realize thereâd be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that thereâs anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didnât mean to imply that, youâre- youâre beautiful too, youâre perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.â He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and heâs making a complete fool of himself.
He canât bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesnât notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.
âYou think Iâm beautiful?â You ask innocently.
âI-, um, yes. I think youâre very beautiful, if you donât mind me saying so.â Steve answers honestly.
He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.
âI think youâre beautiful too. And cute. Youâre practically falling all over yourself, itâs sweetâ
Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. Itâs why heâs so beside himself now. Youâre so completely beautiful and self-assured, thereâs no way youâre talking to him. He sets down the stack heâs carrying and realizes youâre much closer than he thought. Youâre inches away.
âWhat do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Donât think I didnât notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.â You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because itâs about to come right out of his chest.
Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.
âWhat do you say? You and me in this supply room? Thereâs hardly anyone here. Come onâ
Steve feels like heâs dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. Heâs never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.
âBut- but what if someone comes in and sees?â He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.
âIsnât that what makes it so fun?â
Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew youâd feel good but not this good.
Steveâs large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.
âWeâre a little overdressed, donât you think?â
Steve doesnât need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and heâs frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. Heâs already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but youâre just as gorgeous as before but itâs the way youâre looking at him. Like heâs desirable, almost like heâs a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.
Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He canât help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesnât want to get too big of an ego with it but heâs always known he was⊠gifted.
Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He canât control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. Heâs pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.
Thereâs no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you donât want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.
Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so youâre sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.
âI⊠donât have a condomâ
You donât look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.
âDoesnât matter, âm on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside meâ
Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.
The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.
âWe have to stay quiet. Can you do that?â
You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.
He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. Heâs steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.
Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesnât know how much longer he can hold out. Youâre trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. Heâs trying with all his might not to cum before you do.
His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and youâre squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.
ââM gonna cum, please. Please donât stopâ You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that youâre the needy one.
âGo on then, Iâm not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.â
With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.
Steve makes one final thrust before heâs cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.
Steve canât believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far heâs come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.
âSo, whatâs your name?â
#steve rogers x reader#artist!steve rogers#artist!AU#marvel fic#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers fic#marvel x reader
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Attitude
A/N: Lord knows I got a nasty attitude when I get in my feelings. I swear Iâm working on it đ Anyways, when my past entanglments used to (respectfully) put me in my place, it had me feelings some thingsÂ đ„Ž so Iâm translating that into headcanons. Hopefully this will get me out of my little writerâs block. Hope yâall enjoy â€ïž
Warnings: cursing, implied sexual activity
Todoroki Natsuo:
natsuo is generally an easy-going person so it takes a lot to get him riled upÂ
when you get an attitude, it doesnt really bother him bc he can understand where youâre coming from
but dont get too disrespectful bc heâll remind you who youâre talking to
like when you do poorly on an exam and it just ruins your mood
you donât feel like talking to anybody so you ignore his text when he asks you to meet up for lunchÂ
heâll assume you didnt see it or youre nappingÂ
but then he spots you on campus and goes to hug youÂ
he notices youâre stiff in his arms but doesnt think much of itÂ
âdid you see my text?â he asksÂ
âyea, sorry. i forgot to respond.â
that makes him give you a side eye bc thatâs what you usually say to people when you just didnt want to answer their textÂ
âitâs okay if you had other things to do. you just had to tell meââ
âi said i forgot, okay? sorry!â
his head kind jerks back in surprise but he drops it
heâs a todoroki, so instead of giving you space, the denseâąïž gene activates and heâs all up in your businessÂ
even though heâs only being a good bf and trying to cheer you up, youâre annoyed afÂ
texts you throughout the rest of your day about how youâre doing even though you respond with two word sentences
shows up to your dorm and you only let him in bc you feel bad
and he brought food
but now youâre regretting it bc heâs just yip yapping away and his cheery attitude is pissing you offÂ
fed up, natuso finally confronts you after you snap at him one too many times
âwhatâs with the attitude, y/nâ
âi donât have oneâ (okay miss girl)
âwell youâve been acting like you have one all dayâ
you smacked your teeth and got up âi donât care natsuo. if you think i do then you can justââ
ây/nâ
natsuo barks your name in a way that makes you turn your head
he grabs your arm and firmly tugs you back on the couch so youâre face to face with his frownÂ
ânow i dont know who youâre mad at, but i know it ainât me. so you can either sit here and have a conversation with me like an adult or i can leave bc i donât need the attitudeâ
you: đź
you keep up an annoyed faaçade but inside youre melting Â
who knew natsuo could be so assertive?Â
like damn, okay daddy
you apologize and telling him whatâs got you so sourÂ
once you seem relaxed, he goes back to his usual self and yâall end up cuddling until his hands start roaming your bodyÂ
next thing you know, youre making great use of the couchÂ
needless to say, you were back to your normal self the next morning LMAO
Shigaraki Tomura:
shigaraki is not the oneÂ
he might have his moments, but ever since he grew into his role, he expects everyone else to do the sameÂ
he lets his friends and loved ones get away with a lot of shit so he doesnt think itâs hard to give him some respect
and usually, it isnât
but ever since he woke up, heâs been practically ignoring you
you got one kiss and a âmissed youâ and he kept it pushing
like bitch, wtf?
you know you were being selfish and petty but you went three whole months without dick your man and for him to pretty much ignore you bc he was âbusy with his responsibilitiesâ was making you feel some type of way
king of the underworld or not, you werenât gonna take this laying downÂ
for the next few days you were ms/r. petty đÂ
every time he tried to greet you, youâd just nod your head and keep walkingÂ
heâd try to kiss you and youâd turn your head so his lips would land on your cheek instead
if you came back late, heâd ask you where you were, just to try and make conversation, and youâd just say âoutâ
shiggy is confused atp and itâs pissing him off
he didnt have the time to ask you about it before it got bad
thereâs a meeting with the higher-ups, talking about the next game plan and you walk in about five min late bc you were held up with a previous responsibility
shigaraki happily regards you
ây/n, good. we wanted to wait for you before we started.â
âoh thatâs suprising. didnât think youâd notice my absense. sorry for the hold up,â you bite before sitting down with a huff
everyone: đŠ
you:Â đ
shigaraki: đ€š
the people in the room are sweating bc now that shigaraki was thiccâąïž and highkey indestructible, he was actually really scary now
even though you were his respected s/o, no one knew how heâd reactÂ
surpringly, he ignores your attitude and starts the meeting; so everyone forgets about it
the meeting goes on and whiles someone else is talking, you notice your bf shuffle his chair closer to yoursÂ
you give him a side eye âwhat do you--â
shigaraki grabs the side of your neck in a firm grip and pushes your ear against his lips
âi donât know whatâs up with you, but watch it, sweetheartâ he whispers before he goes back to listening like nothing happened
you: well call me scared and horny!
when the meeting ends, itâs just the two of you and he eventually figures out why youâre being like this
he gives you a smirk and calls you a spoiled brat before laying you across the table and apologizing to you in the best way he knows how Â
Dabi:Â
lmaooo funny how you think this man gives a fuck
youâre really beefin with yourself bc he donât got enough energy to deal with the pettinessÂ
if you act way out of line though, donât put it beneath him to retaliate
you give him nice, heâll treat you sweeterÂ
but you give him bitch, heâll give you bitch back tenfold
itâs the same for you
youâre just as jelaous and stuborn as he is
youâre perfect for each other but still a lil toxic in a good way đ Â
one time, you dragged him to go grocery shopping with you (he really hates how much he likes you lmao)Â
whiles you were a ways away getting something, a woman came up to him and started flirting with him
*spidey senses activated*
you watch from afar, expecting him to immediately turn her down but he âplays niceâ and you can see him gobble up the attention
itâs not until she asks for his number that he points to you and she genuinely apologizes before taking her leave
dabi acts all surprised when you throw a soup can in the cart and stalk offÂ
âyou good bro?â he asks
âiâm great and iâm not your broâ you say, but thereâs a clear attitude in your voiceÂ
you couldnt even hide it on your face
heâs mad confused, but dabi doesnât push it bc he doesnât time for all that
âokay, be mad by yourself lolâ
you werenât even that mad but now since he wants to be funny, itâs game overÂ
âand you go fuck your other bitchesâ
he literally turns into that nick canon meme
dabiâs head is spinningÂ
bc wtf are you even talking about, my guy?
âyooo, i dont know who you talking to but i know itâs not meâ
âwho tf else is here, dumbass?â
now you got him heated and heâs this close to just walking up out the storeÂ
but he thinks youre hot when youâre being crazy so he stays
he grabs your wrist to stop you âyouâre doing a lotâ
you snatch it out his hand, âand you didnât do enough when that woman came up to you and started putting moves on you!â
ahh, so thatâs why youâre angry
dabiâs anger fades and now heâs chuckling
âoh so you think this is funny? iâm not gonna stand here and be disrepsted by no man looking like a fucking burnt piece of charcoal--â
he pulls you into his arms and smothers your rant in a kiss that makes you see starsÂ
youâre lucky the aisle is empty bc you spend the next ten seconds with his tongue down your throatÂ
when he pulls back, he smirks at your speechlessnessÂ
âwell this burnt piece of charcoal is your man. no one elseâs. and donât forget it, doll-faceâ
he smacks your ass and walks away leaving you nearly skipping behind him
#todoroki natsuo#natsuo x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#dabi#todoroki touya#dabi x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#bnha x black!reader#mha x black reader#mha x poc!reader#bnha x poc!reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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Chrollo +PT Part 2 is finally out! I also figured it a name for the son, Akura. Enjoy! 7.7k words and it almost didnât fit in the post RIP.
| Part 1 |Â
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"Eat lead Uvo."
"Already checked off the bucket list (y/n/n)."
God, you hated that nickname. "Don't test me." You growled, glaring back at your little boy with a silent message; 'You're in such deep shit once this is over'. You could see him physically gulp, and it only cemented the fact that despite being a pissy teenager, he was still the same, scared little boy you had taken in after the massacre. You almost teared up.
"Kurapika! Watch the road!" The woman yelped.
The blond swerved off the road, almost knocking you off and onto the dusty path beneath the car. "Kurapika," you began, "watch the road, I'll take care of anyone following us."
You could tell Uvogin wanted to say something, so you quickly dipped out of the passenger window and climbed onto the top of the car. The people in the second car stared at you through the windshield with pure fear in their eyes. You laughed to yourself, they must think you are a Phantom Troupe member. If only they knew.
You stood tall on top of the car roof, spine straight, shoulders back, chin up, you were ready for them to attack. You were ready to fight your old friends. You launched yourself off the roof and onto the second car, landing with your heavy boots and denting the car just as you did before, a little less damage though.
They were chasing you, you could see their forms driving a car with a new found vigor they lacked before. Machi was in front, her pink hair you used to love seemingly a bit darker, like it was drenched in so much blood it stained it darker. You locked eyes with her, and you could see the micro expression of her face. Brows lifting, eyes widening, she couldn't believe it was you. But it was, and you were preparing to take them down.
You flexed your fingers and soaked in the feeling of your terracotta gauntlets, preparing to tear down the entire canyon, but you stopped. A large blanket wrapping around the car they were packed in, though it did little to stop them. You saw them leave before it covered them, it seemed Nobunaga didn't make it in time. You chuckled at that.
Owl, the beast who worked for Jason's father, stood snuggly in front of the Troupe. He and the rest were as good as dead, this you knew, so you took the opportunity and shot out the lion heads on your gauntlets. They snapped as they flew through the crisp night sky and latched onto the sides of the canyon walls. With strength many didn't posses, you pulled harshly onto the chains and pulled down the stone walls. Stone, pieces larger than the car you stood on top of, came crumbling down to the floor, dust flying in the air. Your path was blocked, and hopefully the beasts would distract them long enough for Kurapika and his gang to gain enough distance.
You took a moment to look up, the beautiful night sky full of stars and constellations you couldn't find in the city. The shinning stars reminded you of a time where sitting around a trash fire with the pre-Troupe was normal. It used to be kind, open, and free. Nothing but a blanket of stars above you to lull you to sleep.
And your village, oh how you missed being able to see the night sky as clear as day, untainted by ash and blazing fires. The children playing in the fields and catching fireflies as they tripped on rocks they failed to see. Laughter, warmth, and a sense of homeliness you haven't had in years. You missed it, you craved it, you wanted nothing more than to go back and change something that could have prevented the Kurta massacre.
Your (e/c) orbs soaked in the light of the stars while your hair whipped against your face. As much as you wanted to sit down and cry, letting all the pent up frustration and hatred out, you couldn't show weakness. Not even to the all seeing stars above, or the gentle wind, and especially not to the enemies that will tear you apart.
A ringing knocked you out of your memories, taking you back into a cruel reality you didn't want to partake in. "Yes?" You answered, phone close to your ear as you took one last look at the shinning stars.
It was Jason, his sweet voice filled with worry. "We sent Owl and the rest of the Beasts. What happened?"
You hummed in thought. "A few men caught one of the Troupe members, the most physically powerful. We are on our way back to York New, I would prepare a safe place to store him, if the poison from his body is taken, we are screwed."
"Is he one of the ones you could take down?"
"No, we got lucky. We have to be cautious about this one." You turned back to York New, the shinning city moving closer and closer. "About the Beasts... they are probably all dead by now. The man we are bringing in killed four of them I think, the rest are slowing down about five other members, they don't stand a chance."
"Shit," he breathed through the phone, distant mumbling being heard but nothing being deciphered, "what do you think will happen now?"
"I'm not sure, but the Troupe won't let one of their own be taken like this. They'll be back I'm sure."
"Okay, I trust your judgement. Take care." Jason hung up before you could say anything more.
You hoped nothing bad would happen to him. He was a nice guy.
Soon enough you finally decided to sit down on the roof of the car, the city skyscrapers finally looming above and warning you of the upcoming confrontation you will have to partake in. Uvogin would be a difficult one to deal with, he tended to boast with his headstrong attitude and you were worried about him escaping. And Kurapika... what were you going to do with the boy?
You sighed, the car quickly coming to a stop. Finally, the people under your butt, rushed from inside the car and stared you down. "Who-Who are you?!" Questioned one panicked man, his skin a sun kissed brown and eyes as rich as chocolate.
"A friend." You hopped off the car and in front of the small group. "I am a friend of Kurapika, don't worry, I'm not a Troupe member."
They all seemed to relax a bit, but stayed wary of your strength. Being next to you they could tell you were way beyond their league.
Kurapika emerged from the car and readied himself to contain the one-man-army. One man, with gray hair and markings along his cheeks, scurried over and held the blond back. "Wait, we need to get a room."
"A friend of mine already has one for us, you are to contact your boss and inform him of the situation at hand." You mentioned. "This, surprisingly enough, is the place."
"How can we trust you?" He exclaimed, turning and leaning forward in your face. "You could be one of them! Waiting to kill us!"
"Everybody, please calm down-" began the woman standing beside Kurapika.
"My employer is the son of one of the Ten Dons, Jason Nargal. I contacted him about the situation and I've been staying in touch. Frankly I'm not in the mood to argue with someone of the likes of you, so please, shut your damn mouth before I loose what's left of my temper." You snapped, moving closer to size the man in front of you.
He shrunk back, eyes wide with a fear he has never felt before. "Very well." He turned his attention to Kurapika and the other girl with heavy breathing. "Let's hurry."
~~~
You sat down, your eyes staring at the wall as your mind drifted off. You were worried, pissed, scared, and so much more. Footsteps brought you back to reality, your (e/c) eyes taking in the grey haired man from before. He glanced back before quickly looking away. "You aren't going to interrogate the Troupe member?" He asked.
"No, I have no reason to talk to him, at least not in front of any of you."
He hummed and moved to the desk, taking the phone into his hand and making a call. Time passed before Kurapika and the others emerged from the vaulted room, and your fury returned.
Kurapika could feel it.
"Kurapika, I would like to talk to you. Privately."
He glared at you, his dark eyes gleaming slightly under his contacts, like charcoal in a slow-roasting flame. Was he challenging you? Silently threatening you to let him finish the war he began?
Maybe, but that didn't matter to you. All you wanted was to talk to him about the situation. And the newfound plan you guys would have to make.
Maybe he sensed the lack of hostility you bore. It must have been as he nodded slowly and followed you out into the white hallways. "(Y/n)," he began with caution, "I won't stop. I'm going to finish what I started and you can't do anything about it."
You bit your lip and whipped around, smacking him across his face. "I know that! But warn me next time! I had to leave Akura all alone in a hotel room because you were the only person I could trust! You were reckless when engaging close to so many Troupe members! You could have died if they caught you!" You paused for some breath. "You could have killed everyone!"
Tears began streaming down your cheeks, you hands rubbing your face to help relieve the stress. It didn't help as much as you would have liked it to. "You left Akura alone." You repeated with defeat in your voice. "If they find out where he is... they'll take him from me. I-I can't let-let them take both of you from me."
Finally all the pent up feelings burst through your eyes, fat tears streaming silently down your cheeks. "I ju-just can't. I wouldn't be able-able to live with myself if...."
Kurapika stood frozen, all this new information hitting him at the same time as your cries for help made it all the more confusing. "(Y/n)... it'll be okay." He held you up by your shoulders, leaning down to stare into your tears eyes. "Akura will be okay, you'll be okay, I'll be okay. You and I will take down the Phantom Troupe and we won't have to worry about them anymore."
He stopped for a moment to think about your words. They seemed exact, different than just someone hunting for their eyes. What did you mean by your son would be taken away from you if they knew where he was? Wait, how did you know the name of the Troupe member? And how did he know an old nickname you used to have? "(Y/n). What are you not telling me?"
There was a deafening silence between the two bodies, but enough was said. "Kurapika-"
"Don't lie to me. You know something I don't." A pregnant pause was apparent. "Answer me (y/n), I don't have time to watch you cry."
You looked up, staring into violent eyes gleaming a beautiful blood red. "I'm sorry." You wailed, pulling yourself back into the wall with your hands covering your face. "I'm sorry I never wanted this to happen. I wanted you to run away from this, to have a family, to be happy! I never wanted you to fight my mistakes. I never meant for this to happen.
"I promised myself I would take care of them, I promised myself I would give you the best life you could hope for. I-I promised myself... and-and I failed." You shook your head with your hands hiding your shame, your voice cracking with messy sobs. "I'm sorry for bringing you into this, Kurapika. This wasn't meant to happen...."
He took a step back, you were cryingânoâsobbing. Hiccups and sniffles wracked from your hidden face. This has never happened before. You never cried, not even once. He only saw one tear and that was when you found him at the burnt down village.
You were not sad, you were beyond devastated.
"(Y-y/n)... d-don't cry. Just tell me what you know. How did you know his name? How did he know you?"
"I knew them, I met them when I left the village. I would visit. I-I taught them nen because they were struggling out there. I didn't mean for them to attack us, but they did and I tried to stop them, but I was pregnant and-and I killed one. I ran because there was too many. I was selfish, I-I should have fought. I was scared and...." Your strained voice trailed off into a distant whimper.
Kurapika stared at your shriveled form, a look of betrayal etched onto his brows. "You won't stop me. I'm going to kill every single one of them for what they've done and you are going to watch." He stopped his retreat, turning his head to give you one last glance. "I'll take care of everything."
"Kurapika, it's not worth it. Please just leave this to me, let me fix my mistakes! Take Akura and go somewhere safe! Please!"
"Why should I?! You've kept so much from me! You knew them?! You trained them!?! Why should I listen to youâ do what you want me to?!"
"They want me! They'll take Akura and kill you! If you're in their way you'll die! I don't want that to happen! Please! Take Akura and get out of here! Let me take care of this so you guys can be safe and happy!
"Let me fix my mistakes... please!"
Kurapika whipped around. "Why would they be after you? Akura?"
You dropped your head in shame, but straightened your back. It was time to regain your lost composure, you couldn't let anyone else see you like this. "The spider is flexible. They-they have a head and legs. Each one can be easily replaced, that is how they work. Their current leader, the spider's head, is-is Akura's father. We-we got along, and-and one thing lead to another and... well, Akura was brought into the world. I tried to hide him, but with him being alone it wouldn't be difficult for them to find him. God, I don't know what I would do if they got their hands on him."
You pathetically gave an airy laugh at your memories. When you gave birth it was loud, like static in your ears, painful, though you barely remember it. Then you heard the beautiful sound of a babies cries. You were beyond happy when you heard his first cries, and it seemed as if all of your problems drifted away for a moment.
But like everything in your life it was short lived, and when you stared up at Kurapika you forced yourself to gather the remaining pieces of your strength and move forward. That is what you had to do, again and again.
"I'm sorry Kurapika, I've failed everyone."
The blond stared at you with bloody eyes, it was your fault? Everything that happened was your fault?! You were supposed to be a guardian, someone to protect the clan, yet you killed everyone?!
"Yeah, you did." He spat, his back now facing you.
"Wait! Kurapika! I-I don't care what happens me! Just pleaseâplease take care of Akura!" Your voice was demanding, the first time it had been since you broke down. "He doesn't deserve the life he has, neither do you, please, if anything happens to me, take care of him."
He didn't answer, instead he turned away and marched back to Uvogin's cell.
You prepared yourself for being in front of the wolves, but a ringing from your phone stopped you. "Hello?"
"(Y/n), father wants you to come back, be a body guard since the beastsâare you okay? You seem to be breathing heavily?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit frustrated." You have a long sigh and straightened your back. "Everything seems to be on lockdown over here, they have men coming over in a few minutes. Where do you want me to meet you?"
"Is the Blue Sapphire Hotel good? I can have someone pick you up?"
"No, no, that's not necessary. I'll be there soon."
"Alright, I'll wait in the lobby for you. See you soon."
He hung up and left you to your own devices. You finished fixing yourself up and sauntered over to the last person here, the man with markings under his eyes. "I'm leaving," you started, "my employer wants me to guard them now that the beasts are dead. You'll be fine here right?"
He looked up and nodded. "I'm waiting for another call."
"Alright, call me when they take him and what they look like... just in case." You made sure he understood with another nod before you made your way out of the hotel.
Your dress was slightly dirty, and your feet still bare. You probably looked strange, a woman with disheveled hair, missing shoes, and a dirty formal dress. You received many stares, some because of your intimidating stature, or your exposed cleavage, and some because of your appearance. So you ignored them and kept your head high.
But if you didn't ignore the stares you would have noticed the small group staring at you longer than most. Their suits and wigs might have hidden them from most people, but you would have noticed them right away. Phinks and Nobunaga turned to confront you, but Machi held them back. "Now's not the time, we'll get her after Uvo."
"Tch, fine. Isn't Shal looking into her employer?"
"Mhm." Machi hummed, continuing to their mission at hand; saving Uvogin's reckless ass.
~~~
Uvogin waited for what seemed like a god awful amount of time. Sooner or later they would get him out of this stupid prison. Hopefully sooner rather than later, his ass was beginning to hurt.
As if on que he heard movement, blood splatter, and the creaking of the heavy metal door. "Took you long enough, I'd thought you'd never make it."
Phinks entered with a grin. "Yeah, yeah, had to stop by the vending machine on our way up here."
Uvogin's grin stretched across his face as the rest of them entered and tossed away their disguises. "You wouldn't believe who I met." He chuckled.
Shizuku, with her doe like eyes wondered over to his wound, summoning her Blinky and preparing to take out the venom from his veins. But it was Nobu who spoke up. "(Y/n)." He exclaimed immediately, almost excitedly.
Uvo's grin turned into a playful pout. "Way to ruin it Nobu."Â
She simply shrugged and began to remove the poison, as Nubonaga laughed.
Machi 'tsk'ed and moved over to the table's side. "You should hurry up and get out of those cuffs. We're going back to the chapel to figure out a new plan."
Uvo huffed and tore his hands from their bindings. "Fiiiiiine." He groaned, pausing when realizing her words. "A new plan?"
"Yup, Feitan tortured that Owl guy so we already have some of the treasure. Besides, (y/n) could be a problem." Phinks chimed in with a mischievous grin. "You now she's much stronger than before right? You can tell just by passing her."
"Maybe she made a new condition with her nen gauntlets?" Nobunaga chimed in. "Do you think she would do that?"
Phinks hummed. "She never liked the thought of making conditions. She probably just trained to get more powerful, that's more her style."
"Anyway, we should hurry and head out, Chrollo is waiting."
~~~
You marched into the lobby, the crystal chandelier above drenching your body in a warm, ethereal glow. The pearl earrings you wore gleamed like small balls of Fire against the light, it complemented your (h/c) hair.
Jason saw your confident form, his thin lips stretching across his face into a gentle smile. "(Y/n)! I'm glad to see you're alright!" His long legs helped him scale the lobby floor to face you. "We are on the top floor, follow me."
"Who is up there?"
"Everyone from the dinner, they have a lot of questions for you, so be prepared." He lightly chuckled, though it seemed a bit strained.
The both of you entered an elevator with a large mirror on one of the walls. You took out your phone and frowned, still nothing from that grey haired man from earlier, were the people really late? Your mind drifted back to Kurapika, your brows furrowing at his resolution about killing the Troupe.
"You look distracted." Jason commented, his voice heavy with concern.
"Sorry, I just have to make a few calls."
"Oh, with who?"
You glanced over at him with a sly grin. He blushed at it, realizing how nosy he must sound. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"It's fine, I just need to check up on a few people. My son for sure, I need to make sure he's okay."
"Y-you have a son?" His words were confused and surprised. "I-uh-I didn't know you-you had a son. Um, how old is he?" His smile was lopsided, and nervous. He hoped you didn't think he judged you off of your past relationships.
"He's six, going seven later this month. The twenty-third."
"He sounds like a nice kid, huh?"
You lightly chuckled at the thought of his intellectual nature. "Yeah, he really is a sweet kid. He's so smart too, loves puzzles more than anything. Words searches, sudoko, picture puzzles, he loves any and all of them. Loves reading too, his favorite is Father and I...."
"The father?" Jason inquired.
"Oh, he's out of the picture. He'sâhe wasn't a nice man."
Jason turned back to the mirror, his eyes tracing over your relaxed features. "I'm sorry to hear that. How is, uh, your son fairing?"
"Akura's his name. He never knew his father, it's just been me and a friend I see as a little brother." The elevator stopped, and it's shiny doors opened to a brightly lit hallway. "I guess we're here."
"Yup, there's plenty of rooms to make a call, but you should probably answer some of my dad's questions first. You might not believe it, but he can be quite impatient." His tone shifted to something brighter, a reflection of the whites of his eyes.
You entered the warm hallway and to the door. Before you could even touch the door knob, it swung open to reveal a cheeky grin from a familiar green eyed man. "Hey there sexy," His cheshire grin shifted to one of disgust when he glanced at his brother. "Jason."
"Jackson! Leave them alone." Exclaimed someone from behind the door. If the deep voice was an indicator, it was defiantly the dad.
"Sure thing." Jackson groaned and ran off into the giant hotel room. Well, more like a house, the place was huge!
"(Y/n), sweetheart, come in!"
Sweetheart? Did Jason's dad just call you sweetheart? You peeked behind the door and yes, it must've been the father as his smile was barely covered by his beard. He was sitting next to Manchile, in which looked extremely entertained with your expression.
"Well, come on in." The broad man giggled as he threw his arms over the back of the couch.
You glanced over to Jason, a deep blush spread across his tanned cheeks. "Sorry about that." He whispered and further apologized through his hazel eyes. "He might be going crazy."
"Well, (y/n), we have a few questions to ask if you don't mind." Manchile began. "Like what the hell happened out there?"
You fully entered the room and sat on one of the plush chairs off to the side. "There isn't much to say, by the time I got there most of the men deployed her already dead."
"How many Troupe members? You said seven right? Or was it five?"
You crossed your legs as Jason sat across from you, his green eyes shinning with curiosity. You paused and counted, there was Franklin, Uvo, Machi, Shizuku, Nobu, Phinks, and Feitan. "There were seven, one was caught, and five chased after us. After that the group I was with got away because of the beasts... and now we are here."
"Did the Troupe member say anything?"
"No, he was admit on keeping his mouth shut." You glanced down at your hands, the phone you bought earlier this week blank. Where was that call? "May I make a call?" You blurted. "It has to do with the captured Troupe member."
Jason's dad shrugged and waved his hand. "Go ahead, put it on speaker so we can listen in." You nodded and made the call. It rang. And rang. And rang. And stopped.
You looked at the number you typed, it was correct so why didn't he answer? The entire room was dead silent, so you tried again.And again. And again.
Each missed call brought a disgusting taste to your tongue. Everyone must have been able to taste it, there was a collective shaky breath between everyone in the room.
"So, what do you think happened?" Jared, Jason's younger brother, asked. "Why aren't they calling?"
You stayed silent for a moment, doing your damndest to make up an excuse, but that wouldn't do any good. "He-He's probably dead. They probably found Uvogin and saved him."
"Uvogin?"
"The Phantom Troupe member we caught." You quickly said.
Manchile sighed and fiddled with his shiny watch. "All the beasts are dead, the treasure was taken, and we lost one of our leads. This night has truly gone to shit."
The father hummed and leaned back in his chair. "We can't leave, it would make us look like cowards."
You glanced over at the two and closed your eyes for a moment to breathe. "I need to make some other calls, is there a room I can step into?"
Jason stood up this time with a nod, and motioned to a room off to the right.
"Thank you." You stepped in, shut the door, and locked it. You let out a shaky sigh, your mind running a mile a minute at the thought of Uvogin being saved. "Akura first, I need to check up of him."
The phone rang a deathly chime, but it was picked up unlike before. "Momma?"
"Hey sweetheart, how are you?"
There was a displeased hum on the other side. "I was asleep, it's almost two a.m Momma. You should be asleep too!" Your little boy seemed too excited to have been sleeping, but knowing him he followed your rules.
"I know, I know. I've just been busy with work that's all...."
Jackson listened through the white door, his head pressed firmly against the wood so he could get a good angle. He chuckled to himself, his youngest brother, Jared, leaning in with a scowl. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Jason scoffed. "We have nothing else better to do, besides we are just helping Jason get his lady. Nothing too bad."
They listened harder through the door, and through the muffled speech they could clearly hear the word sweetheart again. Jared glanced up at his older brother whose face was confronted into a suppressed laugh. Quietly they moved away, and back to the seats before Jason came back with bottles of champagnes and wines.
He almost knew by the look on their faces that his younger brothers were up to something. "What are you doing?" He whisper yelled to them, eyes sharp with suspicion.
"Your girl has a boyfriend." He said, point to the door with an evil grin. "You have never had a chance."
Jason glared at his brothers, glanced at his father, and back to his brothers. "It's rude to listen in on other people's calls!" He snapped again, pouting his lips.
"Just saying."
"It was Jason's idea." Jared quickly commented.
"Hey! You didn't stop me, you're at fault here!"
"No!"
"Boys." The dad stated, bringing them to a stop. "Calm down, it was just useless fun."
"Why am I the only responsible one here?" Jason exclaimed, grabbing a small glass and pouring himself some red wine. "I remember when you used to control these rats, dad, now you've become one of them."
"Dirty old rat to you, squirt." He snapped, petting his beard with his free hand. "Dirty old rat king is more accurate, though."
"King?" Jackson yelped. "Yeah right, you're more like a squabbling peasant, dad."
"And you're a filthy stable worker, shoveling manure and getting the shit kicked out of you by my horses!" The father straightened his back, earning an eye roll from his eldest son. "And I'm no peasant! I'm a king!"
"Then at the very least I'm a knight." Chimed Jason, finally loosing up and getting into the skit. "Fighting the mighty dragon and saving the princess."
Jackson snickered. "But the princess is already betrothed off to another it seems."
Jason stopped and glared at his brother's antics. "She doesn't-she never said she had a boyfriend. She's just talking to her son probably." He huffed and pouted, sitting on one of the love seats and crossing his right leg over the other. "She said she had a friend too, but she thinks of him as a little brother."
"She has a son?" Manchile asked, he was listening in on the conversation the entire time for shits and giggles, if he was a rat he would defiantly be an emperor, he thought.
Jason nodded and took a small sip of his blood red wine. "Yup, sounds sweet too. She really care about him. I think his name is Akura if I'm not mistaken."
"That's a cute name." Butted in the Dad, pouring himself some sparkling champagne. "Sounds almost Kurtish, don't you think Manchile?"
He hummed. "Almost? Not quiet sure, there's a lot of strange names out there."
"Guess so."
All eyes stared at the opening door, your figure drenched in the warm lighting of the room and your sleek black dress hugging your curves like a glove. You still haven't gotten your shoes back on, and instead wondered around without any protection. Maybe you just forgot about it? Maybe you simply didn't care, either way when you walked into the room it quieted down.
"Welcome back." Jackson teased. "You have a son huh? Who's the lucky guy?"
You visibly stiffened and eyed the men in the room. Did they know? No, they couldn't know. There's no way they know, right? "There-"
"Behave yourself Jackson, prying into other people's lives is rude." The father scolded. "Don't pay any mind to him, sweetheart, he never knows when to shut his trap."
"No, it's-its fine. There is no lucky guy, he's long gone by now."
The dad gave a gentle smile. "My wife died a long time ago, I know how it feels." He lightly laughed, though a deep sorrow hung heavy in the air. "I had to take care of these brats on my own for what? Fifteen years maybe?"
"I'm sorry for your loss." You empathized with him, a single parent taking care of their kids is something you knew all too well. Loosing someone you loved, was also something you understood. The difference is you hated the person you loved, and you wanted to move on after you served judgement. You doubted he wanted the same thing. "It's hard taking care of a kid on your own, but three? And one of them being Jackson, I'd go insane."
He laughed, Jackson giving a playful glare. "Damn straight. He's the worst."
Jackson moved closer with a hurt expression. "Seriously? Throwing me under the bus in front of a pretty girl?"
"You're not her type!" Argued Manchile with a booming laugh. "There's no way!"
"Oh come on, I'm everyone's type!" He shuffled to your side and threw his arm over your shoulders. "More so than lover boy over there, eh?"
You couldn't help but smile, oddly enough this group of mafia men felt like family. This was always your problem, you always wanted to trust and care for people, but it always ended poorly. If you started to care for these people, you would loos them just like your past family.
But you couldn't help your nature, so you gave a small chuckle and shook your head. "No way. Defiantly not my type."
He whined and put his weight on you, surprised when you held him up like the child he was acting like. "Come on! I'm lonely and I need a girlfriend!"
Jared scoffed. "You're the one who sleeps with so many women you could be the next Genghis Kahn!"
Jackson blushed and let you go. "That sounds horrible."
"Yeah, it is." Jared finalized, sitting down and propping his gin up with his hand. "Besides, I think Jason called dibs."
Jason's face flushed a deep red when you glanced at him and his eyes flashed with embarrassment. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it.
His family laughed at him. "He's embarrassed! Poor boy has fallen hard if he can't admit it!" Cackled the father. "Interested?"
You rolled your eyes with a sly grin. "That wouldn't be wise, I have a lot of enemies you wouldn't want to deal with."
"Enemies? We're part of the mafia, the top of the mafia at that! We can make sure no one will touch you or your son." The dad mentioned, seems he's taken a real liking to you, and when you glanced at Jason, you could see a glint in his eyes. "Seriously, nothing could hurt you."
"You'd be surprised, money and guns are useless against some people."
Manchile decided to speak up. "Like that Uvogin guy? I sent out a lot of my men to take him down, and even more guns, but now they are dead. Are your enemies like him?"
The dad cocked his head to the side, his smile sinking into a slight frown. "Is the Troupe your enemies?"
You tended up, and their eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry?"
"You mentioned before that our best is nothing compared to them, and every time you talk about them there seems to be familiarity in your voice." He leaned forward on his chair, discarding his now empty glass to the side table. "You said you were hunting them down, and your son's name, sounds Kurtish to me. By any chance, are you a Kurta?"
You stayed silent, there was no way you gave him that many hints... right? Did you get so comfortable that they figured it out? Will they kill you? Use you as bait? Your son? "That doesn't matter."
"It does, it means you are probably being hunted. It means you are extremely valuable, your son too if he has your genetics. Besides, if you have information about the Troupe that no one else knows about, your value just increased immensely." He stood up and straightened his open suit jacket. "It's a hobby of mine to research and figure out the value of things, an appraiser if you will. Kurta eyes are an interesting story no doubt, gouged out by the Troupe and resold around the world." He sauntered closer, his bulky form and commanding tone making you feel so small. "What do you want me to with this information?"
"Leave it six feet under where it belongs." You gritted your teeth and took in a deep breath.
"I can arrange that for a price." He paused and you nodded for him to continue. "I want you to tell me what happened, I'm more curious than I am greedy."
You gave a small laugh and crossed your arms against your chest. Your focus shifted to another as you recounted things you wished to forget. "You wouldn't want to hear it."
The dad stared down at you and placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. When you looked into his eyes you saw a stern, yet sympathetic expression. His beard shifted, and his lips curled into a small smile. "Humor me."
You shouldn't trust them as much as you do, but you missed having friends. You missed people... so you spoke forbidden memories. "The Kurta lived on an island away from others, we are usually feared because of our eyes, so we isolated ourselves." You sat down beside Jason and leaned onto your knees. "My father was the leader of the village, and when I took my exam I passed with flying colors."
"Exam?" Jared interrupted.
"Yes, it's something us Kurta's do to get ready for the outside world. I mentioned how people fear our eyes, so the exam is a written test about other places, and a physical type exam. We would leave the village and do a simple task, if we feel strong emotions our eyes would turn red, if it happened once you would fail and have to take it again. It is for safety."
You watched him nod and continued. "I was always good at keeping myself together so when I took the position of guardian, it seemed appropriate that I could leave the village and explore the world. I trained and learned from many people before finding the Troupe... I took pity on them."
You leaned back and sighed. "I taught them nen and befriended them. Years and years of jumping around from my village and the outside world and I found myself falling for one of them."
"Wait," Manchile stopped you. "are you implying your son, Akura, is one of theirs?"
"Their leader... we got close." You let the new information sink in. "They didn't know, I was barely seven weeks pregnant at the time of the attack. My village, my family, slaughtered like lambs. I killed one and ran away. I was terrified and didn't know what else to do.
"I don't know why they did it, but it happened and I've been on the run since. Akura doesn't know, I'm lucky he's never questioned it, but I'm running out of time. If I don't start taking them down I'm worried Akura won't be safe anymore."
"Are they searching for him?" Manchile asked.
"They don't know he exists, but they are crafty."
"Where is he?" The Dad now asked, his brows furrowed in thought.
"A friend was supposed to watch him, he's one of the only people I can trust... but he left to fight the Troupe. Akura is alone in a hotel room not too far from here."
"What do you think we should do?"
"I don't know, whatever you do be careful. I'm not going to stop now either. I'm not quiet sure if you can, but assassins might be your only bet."
Jason worriedly glanced at you, looking for your gaze to share a thought. "Are you okay?" He whispered, you nodded without looking at him.
The dad stepped closer. "What kind of assassins?"
You hummed, Meteor City assassins might be the best. They have similar upbringings so maybe they can garner sympathy? Probably not, but maybe they'll stand a chance. "Assassins from Meteor City are probably your best bet but.... you might need the best of the best if you can afford it."
"You don't meanâ?"
You interrupted him with a nod. "They might be strong enough to take some of them out."
Jared yelped and stood up. "Might?! They're the fucking Zoldycks! They can kill anyone!"
"Just to be safe, I genuinely think they are the only ones who stands a chance."
Jason turned back to you with a questioning look. "And you? You can't go out there and fight them! You have a son to take care of!"
Now it was your time to stand, back straight, gaze stern, a look you've dressed yourself in on the regular. "More reason for me to go. I'll meet up with my friend and join you for the next auction. I suggest you stay away from the other mafia dons, if you hire the Zoldycks you can never be too careful."
"Are you sure?"
You nodded with conviction. "Yes... and I'm joining the hunt."
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Chrollo sat down on a large pile of rubble in a broken down church. The moonlight sleeping through the crumbled down ceiling illuminated his pale features and framed his coal black eyes. In his calloused and used hands laid a book that stole his undivided attention, and to his side a small candle with a flickering light.
His ears picked up distant voices, though he didn't care enough to look up. Instead he listened in as the voices neared the building.
"Uvo!" Chimed Shalnark, waving as he covered his playing cards. "How was prison?"
The large man grumbled under his breath and placed his hands on his hips, the few beer cans he had falling to the floor. "Shut it, besides I need you help finding someone."
The blond hummed in question. "Sure."
Pakunoda stopped messing with her nails and stood up. "What happened?" She asked, glancing at the group.
Phinks spoke up before the others could. "(Y/n)'s here. She must be working alongside the mafia."
Shizuku sighed loudly and sat down on a rock. "Who is (y/n) anyway?"
Nobunaga clicked his tongue with a defeated sigh. "We told you on the way here!"
"No you didn't."
"Yes, we did!"
"No you didn't!"
Franklin butted in. "It's not worth it."
Feitan explained. "(Y/n) is Chrollo's old girlfriend."
"Huh?" Exclaimed Shizuku, her doe like eyes gleaming. "You have a girlfriend Boss?"
Chrollo finally decided it was time to look up from the word filled pages of his book. He gave her a smile. "I had one, she ran after the Kurta massacre."
Phinks returned to the conversation. "If she's working with the mafia, she might be a hunter. Shal, you are a hunter right?"
"Yup!" He happily chirped, pulling out his phone and typing away. Uvogin moved over to him and mumbled a few words. Some time passed before Shal exclaimed loudly.
Chrollo glanced at his expectingly, and everyone seemed to hold their breath. "Oh! She's a hunter, and her employer is one of the sons of a don. I was curious so I decided to look into her call history, you know for science, and you wouldn't believe what I found." He paused for dramatic effect. "She made a call to someone in a hotel, not an employer, but a kid!"
"A kid?" Nobu wondered, scathing his mustache with his index finger. He paused, finally realizing what a kid would be doing with a hunter. "Boss, did you and (y/n) ever... uh... you know?"
Chrollo smiled at the thought of you, and he finally closed his book and stood from the rubble. He sauntered over to the entrance of the church, the moonlight bathing him in an ethereal glow. A few minutes passed as he stared at the moon, waiting for Shalnark to give him the location. His other plans could wait, he wanted to meet the kid on the other side of the phone. If that kid is your own, which it seemed likely, he could use it to get you back and keep you with his permanently.
"Found it! Somewhere in the Marina Hotel... the call was sent to room 443 on the fifth floor, west wing."
"Shal, Machi, Paku, I want you to come with me. We are going to collect what is mine." His dark eyes held conviction, and nothing would stop him from getting what is his.
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Artifice | Chapter 10: The Escape
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The leather was cool under Becaâs fingertips. It smelled of oil paints, and clove, and the faintest bit of smoke. There was salt and sun all at once. She had carried the bag everywhere with her, strung against her shoulder. There were only ever a few cotton shirts, and pants that were worth well with dirt and blood.
She kept her sketchbook, bound in the equally fine leather, close to her heart. A small section of charcoal was folded into a cloth. It was hard to come by, nearly impossible, but Beca knew the right people. Emily Junk knew the right people. She pulled strings for fine clay and even finer parchment.
They were simple gifts, but intricate. When Becaâs stomach was rolling and the ship rocked steadily against black waves, she would sit and sketch Emily, focused so fully on the maps, the charting, and the stars that they followed. Moonlight would dance across her features in pale magnificence.
She kept the sketchbook, the one that reminded her of the ocean before she met Christian and felt the sting of his open palm against her cheek, at the bottom of the bag, away from Chloe, and Aubrey, and Garrett, and the rest of the prying eyes of the world. It was her solace. It made her sick to her stomach.
Beca peeled the bag open. She didnâtâ care much for folding the clothes that she had strewn across the room in her time at the Beale Estate. They had fit just fine when they were pressed and smelling of fresh linen, they would fit just fine now.
Sadness pricked at the back of her eyes. She thought of betraying her own unspoken rules as an artist and tearing the cleanest page from her sketchbook out. She would scrawl a note in charcoal on the back, dirtying the pads of her fingertips and forgetting herself fully.
Unlike her first night here, she could navigate the hallways that were meant for staff with her eyes closed. Stacie had pressed the lanterns hours before Beca returned from the pub. The wax had hardened and the scent of ash hung stubbornly in the air.
Moonlight flitted through the kitchen. She figured she could slip through the back doors into the warmth of the night without anyone missing her too much. Her throat stung with two mugs of brew she had downed to quell her emotions at the pub. It spurred her on, told her to press forward.
Forget the commission, forget the billionaire that had wronged the seven seas, forget his siren wife with hot copper ringlets, and fair lambskin.
âYouâre leaving without saying goodbye.â
The statement had no infliction behind it. Beca felt her heart in her throat and her fingers numb against the strap of her leather bag. She hadnât moved yet, hadnât gotten past the threshold of the patio door. She hadnât estimated how long she stood there, counting the blades of grass, but the voice startled her.
âI have to go,â Beca said.
She turned to face Aubrey Posen. A tin mug with water rested at her side, half consumed. The blonde may have watched her as she watched the world, those cold apple-green eyes. They gave her away as human instead of an animal, focused instead of sure.
A silk robe covered her shoulders, the lavender material rich, and rarely seen by someone of her caliber. The whole estate was like that, fancy vases and sculptures, and iron workings that Beca had seen from the outside, looking in, but never the other way around.
âYouâre a coward.â
She scoffed âA coward? No soy un cobarde.â
Even as she said it, she knew she was wrong. Someone who didnâtâ shy away from confrontation would have kneeled in front of the woman in the house by now- they would have told her about the band of looters, and pirates that intended on storming her personal palace.
Her face must have softened and given her away. Aubrey quirked an eyebrow, raising the mug to her lips before humming in satisfaction. It made Becaâs skin burn and her heart prickle.
âLeave, then. Making Chloe suffer by contemplating your own actions is doing more harm than good.â
Beca hated to swallow her words twice in one sitting but found herself taking the remaining three steps towards the kitchens island. Aubrey seemed to tense at the movement, dry-mouthed and thick with contempt.
âItâs for the better.â
âFor you, or for her?â Aubrey lowered the mug and let out a sigh âListen, you being here⊠has been good for Chloe. I thought you would be like them all, the artists. They waltz into the estate with their oils, and charcoals, and parchment, and think that they have the world at their fingertips. Instead of painting her, they use her. And she lets them.â
âI understand your hand over her, Aubrey,â Beca said.
âHand over who?â
The two women glanced towards the opening to the kitchen. Chloe stood under the archway, her hair caught the moonlight like the rest of the kitchen, but in a deeper, cherry-colored way. She looked sleep-worn and content. That soon shifted against her features as she took in the leather satchel, the swept way Beca stared, and the fingerprints on the glass sliding door.
âYouâre going,â She murmured.
The shatter of her words cut deep against Becaâs skin. She felt as if she might bleed there, bite her tongue until she swallowed mouthfuls of red. Her shoulders slumped, her resolve nearly broke. âI donât have a choice.â
âA choice⊠Beca youâre here to paint. Have I scorned you that horribly with my antics that youâve given up the fight?â She scoffed âIâll ease on the chase. We can start tomorrow>â
She turned and glanced towards the backyard. The moonlit the path beautifully towards the ocean, and the docks, and the fire-filled lights that reflected off the waves. If she searched hard enough, she could see Emilyâs ship, its red sails, and drafting architecture.
Aubrey scooped her mug up and was halfway out of the kitchen by the time Beca mustered up the courage to turn back to the woman. She hated the weight of the two of them this close to one another, standing off with nothing but a few inches between them.
âGarrett has wronged a very dangerous group of people,â Beca meant to sound powerful, strong, and sure of herself, but she wasnât. Â There was a meekness to her words. âTheyâre planning to storm this place, to take back what is rightfully theirs.â
Chloe pursed her lips, frowning as she stared at the terracotta tiling. She had her own silk robe wrapped tersely around her, her blue eyes hard and unreadable. âMy husband does not speak about his business and I am kind enough not to ask.â
âHeâs robbing people, Chloe. Good innocent people.â
âPirates.â She snapped back âthe last I checked theyâre the ones that pillage, and murder, and go entirely feral at the sight of a pint of ale. Garrett is doing this world well.â
âThey do what they can to survive. I donât expect you to understand.â
It came out harsher than intended. Chloe snapped her gaze up to the woman with such ferocity that it chilled her to her bones. She steadied her hand against the island, fingers white as they pressed into the countertop. âExcuse me?â
âRich, and stubborn enough not to go with me if I asked you to.â Beca whispered, this time sure of herself âI know these people, grew up with them, love them. And they are more merciless than many. Yet you would stay to defend your home, your possessions. Your paintings.â
The words felt bitter against Becaâs tongue. As if her saliva had turned to acid. She would never speak out against the lady of a house, much less one that had offered to pay for her services. But Chloeâs world was sheltered, and it was close to crumbling.
âYou never asked.â She snarled, taking another step forward, closing the gap between them. Beca could feel the anger rolling off her in waves. âYou packed your things and were going to escape into the night.â
Her breath came out in a shudder, it pressed against Chloeâs collarbone, making goosebumps rise against her skin. Blue eyes flicked to her lips, to her jawline, and to her own chest heaving up and down. It would take nearly nothing to push forward and escape the space left between them.
She swallowed the hot taste in her mouth âWould you have gone?â
Chloe met her question with silence. Maybe the words were stuck in her throat, or maybe they had no place where they were to begin with. Beca frowned, fretted, and took a step back. Chloe could have held her there, tethered her to one spot. She had enough power to convince her to stand against Emily and her intent. But nothing was said. The silence dripped heavily between them.
âGive Garrett my apologies.â She said, âI pray he can find an artist to capture your likeness one day.â
Before the tears that were welling up in Chloeâs eyes could escape, Beca had turned, opened the patio door, and began to walk across the moonlit grass. There were clouds in the sky, prominent against the dark backdrop, covering the ball of light enough for her to slip through the trees that turned to swamp and swamp that stretched into an alcove.
Garrett had spared no expense, the jutting cliffs that dropped straight to the docs and choppy waves had a staircase carved into it. Metal for the same lanterns that lined the Beale estate was set up in sporadic intervals. Beca had trusted only her instinct and anger to get her down to the docks.
Emilyâs ship sprouted with blue and amber lights. A man grizzled and half-drunk with the swells of the sea stood as Beca approached. He drew his sword with a slick sound of metal upon metal. The tip of the weapon found its home under her chin, close enough to slice the hair from her head.
âState your business.â He purred, lilting his head at his prize.
âJasper,â Emilyâs voice came from the deck of the ship. She leaned over the railing, having shed her leather coat, and her captainâs hat, simple and beautiful in the moonlight. The man never hesitated. âSheâs fine. Come up,â
She adjusted the bag on her shoulder, running her finger over the raw spot against her throat. He could have easily sliced through the skin, could have made a meal of her before the night had even begun.
Beca scaled the rope ladder leading to the main deck of the ship. By the time she had reached the top Emily had a grin on her face, nothing short of pride and warmth. There was a subtle rocking beneath her feet that reminded her so fully of home.
âDo my eyes deceive me delicately?â
âThey donât,â
Emily furrowed her brow and lilted the womanâs head up with the curl of her finger, the opposite of the blade with her softness, and tender stare. âYouâre sure about this? I can get you off the island.â
âIâve already turned my back once tonight. No puedo hacerlo de nuevo. I wish to join you.â
The captain withdrew her touch, worry etched into her features, catching every spare light that the night sea had to offer. Her eyes flitted to the last remaining glow in the kitchen of the Beale Manor, entirely visible from the docks. Past the trees, and the hedges, and the swamps, she could have sworn she saw a woman, backed by a lantern, and forlorn with fear.
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I am a simple hoe, I see soulmate au I get excited. Anyways could you do a âworld is black and white till you touch your soulmate for the first time auâ with Frankie đ„ș. If youâre not feeling it then please donât stress out over it. Your writing is amazing đ
Me too, babe, me too. I love a good soulmate au, so absolutely no stress! Thank you, hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie/Catfish) x reader (g/n)
Wordcount: 1k
No warnings :)
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To be honest, Frankie didnât mind all of the grey.
When he was in the air, the grass and the sea both moved in waves, and it was soothing to have one less thing to fuss over.
Unfortunately, Santiago Garcia did not quite feel the same way.
âC'mon, Fish, you know you're gonna hate yourself if you donât,â his voice was, as always, insistent and even a little convincing.
The other man eyed you across the lawn. You hadnât noticed them yet, having been caught in a conversation with an excited couple, no doubt listening to them go on and on about how beautiful the world was now that was in color. Your patient smile was more than enough to tempt already, and Santi had noticed before he could reign in the aching tug on his heart.
âProbably gonna hate it more if it doesnât work.â It was a common argument between the two friends.
Theyâd spent so much of their lives running through chaos, Santi was always sure that meant they were one step closer to the next big adventure. And for all the times those adventures went up in flames, there was small part of Frankie that wanted badly to believe him, enough that heâd tagged along to this awkward barbecue.
But he had rotten luck. Given how the last few adventures had gone, it seemed more than likely that even if you were his soulmate, something would go wrong. He preferred to play it safe. Santi could run around touching people casually, talking up strangers, risking it all for the high reward but Frankie? He wasnât even sure it would be worth it.
Still, there was something about his friend that made it all seem more reasonable. Beauty aside, it would be helpful in his daily life to see properly, and ⊠and he was always a little jealous when he saw how free people were, after.
âItâs just talking, Catfish, whatâs the harm?â Santiâs voice was softer now, a gentle reminder that he wanted the happiness for his friends as much as himself. âAt the very least, theyâre cute as hell,â he added, and Frankie couldnât argue with that.
âOnly if you go, too,â he nodded towards another person Santi had been eyeing even less subtly. His friend grinned, knowing this was victory â Frankie knew he was never one to back down.
It didnât take long for him to get reach you through the crowd, and he felt an unexpected lightness inside at the look you gave him.
The couple with you caught sight of it, too, and eagerly nudged you, whispering fast, excited words into your ear.
âThank you very much, I think Iâll be okay,â he caught your voice as he finally stepped into your area. They were laughing, but made no effort to stay close, winking at you.
Frankie wasnât sure it that made it bitter or worse. God you looked good. It was a sunny afternoon and even in grey, that was more than enough to bring out the warmth in your skin and the softness in your eyes.
âDid you get dragged here, too?â it was a blessing you were friendly. His heart beat loudly when he noticed you didnât touch him immediately - judge by that alone if he was worth talking to. Your eyes caught his arms when the crossed too, the droop in your shoulders did something to him. Keeping you safe and happy suddenly seemed like a pretty good new adventure.
You explained that the couple from before were close to the host â same as Santi â and they were always dragging you along to things.
âI cant tell sometimes if itâs for my life-partner and happiness or if they just want to double date.â He liked the way your eyes crinkled in the corners when you smiled. Smells of hot food and charcoal floated by as he began to open up, first sharing about his over-eager friend, and then more and more. Life stories didnât seem nearly as dreary as they had before, now that you were listening, laughing in all the right places.
Frankie forgot he was looking for his soulmate, forgot to keep mingling, forgot about how nervous he was as the two of you tucked yourself away at the edge of the yard.
And when he handed you a cookie from the tray behind him, he forgot that he hadnât been touching you.
The chatter of the crowd, the smells of grilling meat, even the sweet taste of the bite heâd stolen all became irrelevant. You had stopped mid-laugh, perfectly still, hand grasping his.
Logically, the two of you shouldâve been looking around, absorbing the new visuals of your environment but all he could seem to care about was you.
In the same state, you drank him in. When you first saw him, his eyes were dark and deep but now you could see just how rich they were. The tufts of his hair looked even softer, and the color of his cap brought out the tan of his skin. Of all the feelings overwhelming you, you were surprised to find that one of them was one that wanted to press kisses onto his cheeks. There was no way to tell before but now - he was blushing.
Before, Frankie had known you were captivating but now, you were otherworldly. He forgot to be afraid of you rejected him, afraid of the skeletons in your closets, afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of it all because you were standing before him, full color, and perfect. Perfect hair, perfect brows, perfect eyes, and nose and lips. Youâre lips!
He stopped thinking, stopped trying to process everything, closed his eyes, and kissed you.
The first thing you said when you had found your soulmate, touched him, seen the world in full color, and held him in your arms as he kissed you for all he was worth?
âYouâre friend was right,â your voice was breathless with disbelief, not of your statement, but of this moment. The man in your arms shrugged.
âHe was bound to be at some point,â Frankie wasnât even a little upset about it.
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Hi ! Love what you wrote BUT ABSOLUTELY ADORE "Dance with the Devil" with Hades (#teamhotgreekvillainforever) and Persephone !! So ... Perhaps a continuation please *O* ??
Continued from this.
Looking down at her legs as she sat on a throne of thorns, Persephone bit her tongue. Hades stained her once brilliantly glowing legs with the marks of the souls which tried to drag her down into the Underworldâs fiery and endless depths.
âA reminder,â the lord told his queen, âthat I could have let you fall. I did not have to pull you out.â
But he did have to pull her out, didnât he? Because Perse was the only one Hades would have ever considered being his queen. Her brilliance was nothing to understate. She glowed brighter than even the sun- brighter than Apollo, too. Persephone was beautiful, and she was even more so shrouded in Hadesâ world of night sky.
âI would have preferred you let me fall,â she returned. The defiance had not lasted. Hades gripped her mind with his own, crushing it beneath a strong grip until she was knelt on the ground, touching the tips of his feet with outstretched arms. Compliant. Yielding.
This was when Hades knelt to her, whispering to her a sweet nothing. âI should do this to you someday, my queen. Lay myself down for you. Submit beneath your will.â He hummed, standing, and telling her to do the same. She did.
They had remained in the ballroom after their dance, after Persephoneâs near-plummet to everlasting torment and despair. Demeter was correct in telling her daughter of the lordâs eyes- of how looking into to them meant losing every piece of yourself if it were as Hades wished. The man was wretched, despicable, terrible. And he loved the Goddess of Spring.
Now Persephone sat alone in the room, considering an escape, but knowing she could never achieve one. This world Hades possessed worked against her in any way that might have revealed Perse was trying to get away, trying her hand at rebelliousness. Even simply shifting in the throne she sat on led to branches of thorns stretching out into her vision- a threat to her to stay seated. Hades didnât even trust her to wander the ballroom, which as she viewed it, had no escape anyhow- no doors or windows. And even if there were an opening, she would only fall into an endless amount of matter made of fire.
Perse touched the arm of the- not her- throne, looking at the thorns. She could make flowers bloom in their place, or perhaps beside them. In an instant, she conjured every visual of flowers belonging to thorn bushes: roses, blackberries, black raspberries, flowering quince, chickasaw plum, elderberry, black chokeberry.
There were many flowering plants with thorns, but the one she considered most was this; pokeweed- or nightshade as many knew it. So what if it were not much of a flower? Every part of the plant was likely to cause death if one consumed enough. What was the likelihood of Hades knowing that? Would he even be naĂŻve enough to pick berries from Persephoneâs throne if she decided to grow them? It was worth a shot, wasnât it?
The throne blossomed with pink-red stems which developed green berries. Over the course of minutes, some of the berries ripened, but not all. It was part of Perseâs strategy to do this. Hades would pick two or three of the ripened fruits, then Persephone could tell him the green ones were just as good to eat- hence why she left so many.
Her plan was well thought out and the throne did not object to her enchantment. The Goddess of Spring took this as a sign that Hades didnât understand at all how dangerous this was.
As she waited, Persephone took the time to look at the rest of the room, particularly the checkered floor which nearly swallowed her perhaps an hour ago. She hated that floor almost more than the dark lord who pulled her out of it. What would happen if she stepped onto it now? If she managed to escape the throne, she imagined the floor would fall through as soon as her lightweight touched it. What would Hades do then? Would he save his queen for a second time? Probably. He would likely never let her go.
It was as she thought this that Perse jumped at the King of the Underworldâs sudden image in the centre of the room. Swallowing, she tilted her chin up, as if she were superior to the dark lord- and she was. As terrified as Persephone was, she would hold her own weight.
âVery gorgeous, my queen.â Hades admired her throne from afar before stepping further. âNightshade, yes? I think you have proven your place even further in my court. Does Demeter understand just how dark her daughter, the goddess of Spring, is?â
He knew.
Persephone crunched a fist and let the berries dwindle and fall to the ground in her defeat. Of course Hades would know of nightshade. How could she assume that the lord of the Underworld wouldnât know about poisoned berries? So many mortals had fallen prey to them or used them as killing agents themselves. Hades was likely experienced in every method of death, which meant Persephone had no hope.
âNo need to kill them. Their colour is unique to my realm. Keep them.â
Her chin became even more angled. âNo.â
Hades chuckled, coming closer and closer to her. The floor remained intact beneath his feet unlike it would if Perse stepped on it. âYour defiance will fade someday, my dear. And when it does, you will find yourself happy you stayed.â
She gritted her teeth. âYou say it as if I had a choice. I chose to die.â Instinctively, now, she glanced at her charcoaled legs. The horror of the moment remained, from being grasped by the ankles by light-eating souls, and Persephone could hear her own screams. It was dreadful, but she still preferred physical torment over- over whatever this was in the ballroom. Being bound to a throne of thorns and talked to like a pet by HadesâŠit was worse than any fate.
âBut you chose me over being turned to stone. That sounds like choosing life- a life with me.â
âYou are God of the Underworld. You are Death itself.â
âSo, you chose death over stone. What point are you attempting to make anymore, I wonder.â
Persephone fell silent. Her point was that she did not choose Hades, butâŠwell, he was right. In the moment the lord mentioned Medusa, she had been more terrified of her than him. She looked into his eyes, even if by accident in terror.
Hades walked up the dais and held a hand out to Persephone. âI could grow berries in your stomach,â she said. Persephone looked at his offered hand then almost to his eyes. It wouldnât matter if she looked into his eyes now; Perse was already under his control. Still, Persephone liked to pretend she never looked to begin with. Especially in moments like these where Hades allowed her own free will.
âAnd you may.â
Now, she did look. It seemed shocking statements were a sure-fire way to gain Perseâs full attention. âWhat do you- why? Why would you allow me to?â
The lord smiled at her, poison shining on his teeth. âWhat did you call me just moments ago, my love?â
God of the Underworld. Death itself. The realization tugged at her throat and she whispered, âYou cannot die, can you?â
His smile widened. Persephoneâs stomach knotted.
âTake my hand, my queen. Our dinner is ready.â
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Part 3Â here
(Tag list: @nuttynutcycle @igotthesmellofbooks @revrevrew-personal) I will probably make this a series if it becomes requested again.
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Canon hankcon, "birthday" for the prompt, and that's all I'm giving you lmao. Whose birthday? Party or no acknowledgement? Homemade cake with haphazard candles or storebought fancy pants cake? How many birthday kisses from Sumo? I dunno you tell me.
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It wasnât any particular news that Hank didnât enjoy his birthday much anymore. It might have been the grief but he had a hard time remembering a time before Cole when he did. It was old news to everyone it seemed except Connor who was waiting by his desk the morning of with a box in his hands. âConnor, what is that?â He asked as he moved to sit at his desk. âItâs a birthday present Hank.â Connor set the small box on his desk, âIsnât it a human custom to celebrate them?â Hank bit off the annoyed sigh and reminded himself that Connor didnât know better, âMost people do. When youâre young making it another year is kind of a big deal, but when you get to my age its just a reminder of how many opportunities youâve missed.â Connor fell onto red for a moment and Hank regretted his words, âDo you want me to take it back?â His LED flickered as he did something in that head of his. âNo.â Hank shook his head, âI appreciate it Connor, it was just a surprise. Iâm not used to people caring after I spent years asking them not to.â Connor narrowed his eyes as he moved to sit as his desk, âI know now, so it wonât happen again.â This time Hank sighed, âConnor, its okay, I promise.â Connor still didnât believe him from the looks of it, and Hank hated that he was right. He knew Connor meant well, but they were dancing around an unknown something and every time Connor would do something like this it reminded Hank that the android could do so much better. When he finally climbed out of his own head Hank noticed Connor had gotten to work. His LED was yellow which meant he was thinking about something too, but Hank didnât have the nerve to ask. He looked down at the small precisely wrapped box and what it was that Connor had decided was worth getting him.
He opened the box as quietly as he could, he didnât want to pull Connor out of his focus, the brunette hated that. The last thing he expected was concert tickets, they were rested on top of a neatly folded t-shirt. The tickets were for a holographic performance by Frank Sinatra. He set them aside and took out the t-shirt and found it was a signed Knight of The Black Death shirt, it was from one of their older tours and had only been up for bid. He didnât know how Connor had found it or how much he had paid for it but he knew neither of them had been cheap. âConnor.â He said firmly. Connor came back to himself and tilted his head in question, âYou know birthday gifts are supposed to be simple right?â âYes.â Connor responded, âBut they are also supposed to be something you enjoy, and I figured that this would have been better than simple. Jazz is something I know you enjoy, I would have done Knights of The Black Death but they arenât currently touring.â âSo you bought two tickets to one of the best jazz clubs in Detroit and won a bit on an auction only shirt.â Hank remarked. âYes, I figured you could take a friend with you.â Connor continued, âI figured you would have more fun that way, the shirt took a while to get, but thatâs the perk of not needing sleep.â Hank bit back a groan and found himself smiling nonetheless. He didnât deserve this kind of effort and certainly not from Connor. Not to mention that Connor had seemed to greatly over estimate the number of friends he had. Other than Connor and possibly Jeff he really didnât know who would want join him. According to the date on the tickets he had until that evening to decide.
He tucked the tickets back into the box and did what he could to focus on his work. His mind kept tracking back to how much thought Connor had put into this, some stupid day of the year to commemorate the mistake that was his life. That Connor had found their friendship for lack of a better word worth burning a few paychecks on. It baffled him. On some level he understood that not many people viewed him in the same light he viewed himself, but the fact that Connor of all people saw him as worth this much effort never failed to knock him off kilter. The day was thankfully slow, his head wasnât in the right place for case work as it was, he wouldnât have been able to handle a live one. He was pulled back to attention when Connor began to pack up his things for the day. Hank still needed to talk to him about the jazz club. God, how long had it been since he had asked someone on a date? Could this really even be considered a date if Connor was the one that bought the tickets? âYour vitals say you are distressed Hank. Is there something I can do to help?â Connor was standing with his blazer over his arm, it was a charcoal grey number he had picked out to replace the branded one. âAh no. I was just thinking too much.â He said, here went nothing he supposed, âWould you like to go with me tonight? To the jazz club?â He didnât miss the small smile that flashed across Connorâs features before he replied, âI would love too.â Hank nodded as relief crashed over him, âThink you could be ready by eight thirty?â âOf course.â Connor agreed, âIâll see you then Hank.â He gave a polite wave before he turned to leave. Hank was grinning at his monitor like a damn fool.
He got home with just around two hours to get ready and realized he had nothing to wear that would hold a candle to how Connor would probably wind up looking. He dressed sharply despite being a plain clothes detective so it was certain he would be dressed to the nines for this too. He dug through his closet like a damn teenager looking for something that would fit and look nice. He needed to shower as well but that could wait until after he found something to wear that would be presentable. He decided on black jeans at the very least because he couldnât be paid to wear slacks even for a maybe date. Then it was on to looking for a shirt which took longer than he would have liked. He eventually settled for a dark teal button down that he didnât remember ever buying but was thankful to have nonetheless. The shower came next since he did have time, and after that it was just a matter of getting himself to look presentable. He shaved figuring it was time the beard went anyway and then tied his hair back in a half ponytail to keep it out of his face. He debated his glasses for a long moment before he put them on, he technically needed them all the time but he only used them at home to give his eyes a break. Satisfied with the way he looked, he fed Sumo, grabbed his leather jacket, and headed for the car. If he was lucky he would only be a little late to pick up Connor. Hank was not in anyway ready for the way Connor was dressed. He had changed his hair to loose curls and an undercut. He was in a maroon button down under a grey suit vest with black slacks. He was absent of a tie and the first couple buttons of the shirt were undone, and he looked nervous. When he saw Hank his LED rolled yellow and blinked a few times and Hank could have sworn it was red for one of them, but just as quick as it happened it was back to blue. His smile was back in place as he walked to the car.
âYou clean up nicely Hank.â Connor said with what Hank was going to take a as a friendly smile because if he looked too much into how Connor had looked at him he was going to combust, âThe glasses are a nice touch.â Hank let out a dry laugh, âOnly you would find not being able to see attractive.â Connor let out a sound that was distinctly inhuman but still very clearly flustered, âI didnât- thatâs not- its-â He sighed, âThatâs not to say that I donât find you attractive normally.â There was a long stretch of silence after that then Connor seemed to realize what he had said and his LED strobed red. The car was alight with his very clear distress, âCould we maybe pretend that I didnât just say that.â Hank chuckled lightly, âOf course. It will be just like it never happened.â Of course Hank planned to keep the memory for himself. It confirmed that he hadnât been imagining whatever this unspoken thing was between them. It was unfortunate that it seemed that for now it would stay unspoken. At least he knew glasses at the very least were the key to getting under Connorâs skin. Maybe he could wear them to the station every once in a while. âFor what itâs worth Con, you clean up pretty nice as well.â Hank remarked earning another smile from Connor. âI was worried I might be over dressed.â Connor admitted, âIâve never been to one of these places before so I wasnât sure what the dress code was.â Hank shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot, âYou look just fine, I promise. If anything, I might be a little underdressed.â
âI think you look nice.â Connor said almost under his breath. Hank didnât know if it was meant for him to hear, but he responded anyway, âThanks.â He doesnât get anymore response than Connorâs index finger cutting into his line of sight, âThereâs a parking space four spaces up and to the left.â Hank hummed his acknowledgement and pulled into the space once they got to it. He checked to be sure he had the tickets and then got out. Connor followed suit. They were close enough to bump shoulders as they walked to the doors and Hank couldnât stop the smile on his lips even if he had been paid. It might not have been a date officially, but that didnât stop it from feeling like it. There was just something in the air that made it feel that way. After they were admitted Connor took his hand and lead him to a corner table with a clear view of the stage. They were early, there was still about twenty minutes before the opening act so the good tables were almost full. Like the parking space Hank chalked it up to Connorâs keen observation, he always was a few steps ahead of Hank it seemed. âIs this alright?â Connor asked his voice was void of its usual confidence. âIts perfect Connor.â Hank reassured, âThereâs nothing to be worried about.â âYou seemed upset with this idea earlier.â Connor said without looking at him. He was turned in a way that Hank couldnât see his LED, âI donât want you to be uncomfortable.â âHey.â Hank said sharply which caused Connor to look at him and like Hank had suspected his LED was on red, âI was just surprised. Its been... quite a while since someone had put that much thought into a gift. I love it Connor, and if Iâm honest Iâm still trying to convince myself that this all is real.â
Connorâs LED flickered and Hank knew he was being scanned. Under any other circumstance he would have found it frustrating but he got the feeling Connor was just as out of his depth as Hank was. He needed to know that Hank was being honest and Hank could give him that much. He apparently found what he was looking for because he smiled. âThen I suppose its a good thing I did.â Connor said after a moment, âSomeone has to remind you that you matter.â Hank let out a dry laugh, âDamn Connor, usually you buy a man a drink before you get to the sweet talking.â It was a deflection and a poor one at that if the way Connor narrowed his eyes was anything to go by, âHank.â âRight, no self deprecating comments.â Hank grumbled, âDo they even have android friendly drinks here. I probably should have thought about that sooner.â âThey do, donât worry.â Connor informed, âBut even then, tonight isnât about me.â Hankâs response was cut off by Connor narrowing his eyes once again, âHow about we order a couple of drinks before the show starts.â Connor smiled, âThat sounds nice.â Hank took his jacket off and rested it on the table to mark it as taken. Connor stood as well and they headed to the bar together. They were bumping shoulders again and Hank was tempted to take his hand again, but he didnât. When Connor had taken his hand it was so they wouldnât get separated by the crowd had settled down for the most part in anticipation for the show. Connor stepped up to the bar to order, âCould we get an Old Fashioned and a Thirium Sunset please?â
Hank wasnât nearly as surprised that Connor knew what he liked to drink as he was at the fact that he had ordered an alcoholic drink for himself, or at least the android equivalent. The bartender seemed surprised as well but got to work on both drinks. âI didnât know you drank.â Hank found himself saying. âI donât usually.â Connor admitted, âBut its not very gentlemanly to let your date drink alone.â Hank blue screened at that, he was relatively certain Connor meant it as a turn of phrase but he still hung on the word. Connor was smiling, he seemed glad to catch Hank off guard. The night after that passed in a haze of good music and better and conversation. Hank still had to drive so he stopped after two drinks, but the more Connor had the closer he moved and by the end of the night Connorâs usual perception of personal space was little more than a myth. Hank found he didnât mind. When it came time to leave Connorâs balance was off so Hank put on of his arms over his shoulder and half packed Connor out of the jazz club. Connor tried his best to walk so it wasnât as much dragging him as he thought it would be. âYou have like, really pretty eyes.â Connor said out of the blue when they were nearly to the car, âThey are very expressive.â Hank laughed, âThank you Con.â He found himself wondering if androids could suffer from hangovers but he found himself sympathetic just in case. He got Connor in the car and belted in which wasnât all that much of a feat, it seemed the cold air had helped him recover some. He was quiet on the way home, and if it werenât for the fact that his eyes were roaming around the car Hank would have believed him to be in stasis.
âI think Iâm back to normal now.â Connor said as Hank pulled into his complex, âSorry about that.â Hank just chuckled, âEveryone gets that way when they find a drink they like. On top of that Iâm pretty sure its your first time drinking. Getting like that is basically a right of passage.â âI could have at least picked a day other than your birthday to get like this.â Connor sighed as he looked down. Hank found a place to park and reached out to ruffle Connorâs hair, âIt was nice to see you let loose for once. Tonight was nice.â Connor smiled, âIâm glad then.â If Hank were to be asked about this, he planned to blame it on his drinks, even if he and Connor both knew it was a lie. It was an out both of them could take if they decided this was a mistake, but it wasnât enough to stop him from leaning in. The kiss he gave Connor was chaste and not much more than a brush of lips. The one Connor chased it with was the exact opposite and Hank found himself breathless when Connor pulled away. âIâll see you tomorrow Lieutenant.â He said with a wink as he got out, âHappy Birthday.â Hank watched him walk into the building still waiting for his brain to come back online. Of all the ways he expected tonight to end, this was not one of them. Happy Birthday indeed.
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The proposition
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork asked for "hmm. Gentle fluff or smut, can be both. Whatever your in the mood for babes. Long or short as you would like." Ok I know the story doesn't really fit the gif or the request but I love it so muchđ„șđ„ș
Summary - Wilford has a proposition for you and Curtis.
Warnings - smut, virgin reader, blood/cum play, dark themes, technically non con/dub con since it is coercion
Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader
Word count - 3.5k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
You looked at the wooden board contemplating your next move. You had gotten somewhat better at playing, after practicing for so many years. But you still werenât nearly as good as Wilford.
âCheckâ You warned and grinned as you trapped his king with your knight.
âHmâ he hummed staring off into the distance. He was really out of it throughout the game.
âIs something wrong?â You spoke casually and felt a shiver go down your spine. Suddenly on edge again.
You often forgot that youâre supposed to hate him. After everything heâs done to so many people, even if he was somewhat kind to you, he was far from a good person.
You never even knew about the state of the tail section. Not until the revolution that happened months ago. Their conditions had gotten considerably better. But they and their leader were still struggling and fighting for their rights.
âWell if you really want to know...â He paused chewing on his finger while he supported the weight of his head with his palm. âThereâs Curtis. Heâs clearly not happy. Heâs making it difficult for me to mould him into a perfect heir.â
âOhâ You let out. The disdain Curtis held for Wilford was really obvious. You had never spoken to him but you accompanied Wilford to several of his meetings. âMaybe you can meet him in the middle? Give into his needs a bit?â You said your voice strained. You didnât need him second guessing your loyalty.
âIâve been more than generous with him.â He scoffed âWe have to maintain equilibrium. Perfect balance.â He went on his usual lecture taking out your knight with his queen âIf only you were a bit smarter... and a man I wouldnât even need Curtis.â He stated his eyes staring at the board.
âIâm sorry.â You hung your head in shame. Ashamed that you couldnât be enough to satisfy him, be of any use to him. And that you craved his approval in the first place.
âAt the end of the dayâ He said finally looking at you âHow devoted are you? How far would you go for me?â He asked and looked at you expectedly.
âI â Iâll do anything for you sir. You know that.â You stammered. He had yet to ask you to do any tasks for him. Expect for keeping him company. You doubted he'd ask for anything too extreme from you. Not when he had so many skilled people do the job for him.
âThatâs all I needed to hear.â He said giving you a chillingly warm smile that highlighted the wrinkles around his eyes.
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Curtis struggled to not punch a hole into a wall to let the anger bubbling inside him out. Every time Wilford called him up to the âsacred engineâ it was for something incredibly stupid.
Like fucking tea parties with macaroons or mini sandwiches. The pompous ass called himself âA man of taste. Thatâs how I know youâre special.â
Now Curtis would have to eat those ridiculous cookies or sliders or whatever he serves him and listen to his bullshit.
But he knew that had no right to complain. This was a small price to pay for all the work he had been doing to help HIS people.
They were given five more sections of the train. Proper food and clean water. It was acceptable. But it still wasnât enough.
He had his own spacious room since heâs 'one of the big guys now'. He felt guilty living in it. To have clean water to shower everyday, have more than enough food to keep him full.
It had been 17 years since he was alone in a room. With his thoughts. Now he got to sleep on his plush mattress all by himself. It should feel good. But he was guilty. He wouldnât rest until his people got the same privileges. No matter how long it takes.
Wilford agreed to his terms, and negotiated with him for hours, when he had him over a barrel. It was either that or Curtis blows up the train.
The first few weeks were rough. He felt completely hopeless and crushed. Knowing from then on that he could only trust himself in this dog eats dog world. The people he did love and care for were now all dead.
So he did what he had been doing for the past two decades. Threw himself into work and planning with a clear goal in mind.
He finally reached his destination finding Wilford waiting for him. Welcoming him with a smile.
âWhy donât you sit down for a while?â He asked when Curtis merely stood there glaring at him.
âCan we make this quick.â He snapped.
âWhy do you have places to be?â Wilford laughed calling for you to come out of the corner. Where you usually stood and watched his meetings take place. He introduced you to Curtis âBut you must know her by now.â He inquired raising a grey eyebrow at him.
âYeah.â Curtis gave you a small nod glaring at you as if he was ready to cut you up then and there. You had no idea why he seemed more angry with you than he did with Wilford.
âWell youâve been on edge. And you know men have needs...â He trailed off shrugging âYou can have her as your own. Youâll need an heir soon enough.â He continued.
Leaving you completely stunned. He wanted to sell you off as if you were a breeding mare.
When your father âgave' you to Wilford ,just over 4 years ago, you thought youâd have to do that with him. Keep him satisfied like the prostitutes in section 5 do.
But you were surprised to find that Wilford never really cared much for sex. Not with you or anyone else. He decided to âkeep' you even went far as to call you a pet. Someone adorably stupid he liked to teach things and impart his wisdom to.
The thought of being with Curtis in that way wasnât repulsive, not as much as it was with Wilford, but you were sure that heâd hurt you. That he hated your guts.
âThat wonât be necessary.â Curtis stated âis that all?â He said completely done with this whole situation. And needing to get out of this place that just stinks of Wilford.
âNow now whatâs the rush? Is she not enough? I thought youâd like someone simpler or I wouldâve called for a professional.â To which Curtis shook his head dryly laughing at the ridiculous proposition. âDo you have someone else in mind? Someone in the tail section? No one there would be healthy enough to bare a child.â
To which Curtis gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw.
He did you a once over. He could see your curvy and plump figure even through your baggy clothes. Thatâs what he hated about you the most. The fact that he was so attracted to you. And that you always looked so goddamn irresistible.
âI donât need a whore.â He spit.
âHow about you watch your language and your toneâ Wilford frowned âShe wonât be a whore. Sheâll be the mother of your children. You can marry her if you want to. Not that it would mean anything.â Wilford paused letting him process his words. âIâll tell you what. You can have any woman you want.â
âHow about no?â He snarked even though he knew better.
âI wasnât really asking.â he sighed. Irritated at just how annoyingly stubborn Curtis could be. âYou do this and maybe Iâll be more open to negotiating.â
Curtis shook his head in disbelief and looked at you. You had been quiet the entire time. Just like you always are. He had never heard your voice. He would certainly remember it if he did.
âAnd youâre okay with this?â He asked you.
Your eyes darted back and forth between both of them. âYe â yesâ You stammered. Feeling as if you were suddenly put on the spot. You didnât really have much of a choice.
âDoes tonight sound good to you?â Wilford asked you and you gave him a small nod. âWell then you should go on and get ready sweetheartâ He cooed at you softly and you followed. Looking at Curtis one last time before going back to your room.
âIs this really necessary?â Curtis asked as he watched you leave.
âYouâre still in your prime. This is the best time to have a baby thatâd healthy. You know what they said better late.â
Curtis stayed for a bit discussing these ânegotiations' Wilford had promised. But he was sure of one thing. No way in hell is he fucking a front sectioner. Let alone have a kid with one. He wouldnât be caught dead trying to bring a child in this fucked up world.
You seemed impressionable. He could easily convince you to lie.
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Your roommate Laura helped you pick out a dress for the night. Giving you some pointers on how to please men.
âAnd donât forget to remind him to pull out.â She warned. Knowing the penalty for birthing more than one baby, in most cases, is very high. âOh yeah you wouldnât need to do that...â She trailed off feeling sympathy for you âThen Iâve heard that you should keep his cum in you for as long as you can. Let gravity do the work.â
You zoned her out. Needing her to stop talking because you were anxious enough.
âArenât you nervous though? To be a mom? Iâd be terrified.â
Terrified. Yeah thatâs what you should be. But you felt eerily calm. âIâm taking it one day at a time. Or Iâd go crazy.â You muttered out in response to her.
Your steps were slow as you made your way to Curtis. What happens if he finds you lacking? Or so repulsive that he canât even get it up. Would Wilford forgive you. How grave would his punishment even be.
You found yourself worrying more for Curtis. Wilford still held a soft spot for you. But as much as he claimed to be smitten by Curtis, it was clear that he held a bias. Like most front sectioners did against the tail Enders.
You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. Looking around for him. His room was, as you expected, much larger than yours. It held a king bed in the middle of it, unlike your twin beds. It was much cleaner and organised as well.
Your eyes fell on an old worn out paper which held what looked like a charcoal drawing. You held it up studying it.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â You jumped as you heard him growl. You turned around to see him standing just a few feet away from you, dressed only with a towel hanging low on his hips.
âUh Iâm here for... the...you know...â What the hell were you supposed to call it? Babymaking?
âWe wonât be doing that. You will sit there, quietly, for a few hours and leave.â He ordered looking through his dressed for his clothes.
Even though water was abundant to him now, he wasnât going to be wasteful with it. So he only showered in the evenings. To wash the whole day off of him.
Maybe a part of him knew youâd be here. And wanted to look presentable to him. Which, he knew, was stupid. Youâd never see him that way. And he didnât need to work to impress someone like you.
âWe canât do that.â You mumbled taking in his naked torso. His shoulders were broad and he And you were pleasantly surprised to see just how huge he was.
âWhy?â He asked pulling a shirt and some pants out. He looked back at you expecting an answer.
âHe â a doctor will be examining me tomorrow. Theyâll probably figure it out.â You said hugging yourself to make yourself small. Averting your gaze to avoid the intensity of his eyes.
âFine then.â He huffed. He looked through the dresser to search for the lotion that came with the room. He could probably use it as lube, get it over with. It wouldnât be too hard for him to do it and he wasnât really looking to hurt you either. âLay down on the bedâ He instructed handing you the bottle as you settled on top of his mattress.
He opened his mouth about to tell you to apply it between your legs but then âIâve never done this before you know. Just thought you should know.â You confessed still unable to look him in the eye.
âWhat? Thatâs not possible.â He frowned at you âArenât you supposed to be Wilfords whore?â He snapped.
Which set you off. This was the second time today he had called you a whore. âYou really think you have the moral high ground to call me that?â you swallowed as he looked taken aback by your words. âI donât know what I am to Wilford. What I do know is â if we donât do as he says weâll have to pay.â
âIâll take my chances.â He scoffed.
âDonât. Youâll regret it.â You said gravely. Shedding off your clothes. There was no point in prolonging it. âCan we turn the lights off?â You asked.
âNo.â He let out as he looked at your dress. Bunched up around your waist. Giving him a generous look at your thick thighs.
He loosened his towel a bit as he felt himself harden at just the thought of you naked.
He hadnât been with a woman in decades. Too afraid to bring a child in this world. There were offers from many to suck him off. But he was never particularly interested. He took care of himself as hastily and as quietly as he could, in his bunk late at night.
Despite everything, how lucky he was right now to have the things he had, how far he had come, he had also suffered a lot. Gave up a lot. Maybe he deserved something he took just for himself.
He dropped his towel onto the floor, revealing his erection to you. He climbed on the bed and crawled to you.
You stared at his long length, how scary and angry it looked pressed hard against this taut abs. âI uh what do I do with this?â You asked looking at the lotion.
âForget about it.â He tossed the bottle away and worked on rolling your panties down your legs.
You shivered as cold air touched your exposed core. âOhâ You gasped as you felt his fingers nudge your warm folds.
âOff with this too.â He demanded taking your dress off your head.
You quickly brought your hands up to cover your exposed chest. Shifting in your place. The reality of the situation suddenly hit you. This was really happening. It was all too quick. There wasnât nearly enough time for you to process your emotions.
He pushed you on your back and quickly settled between your legs. Smelling a whiff of your arousal. He knew he was being hasty. If he wasnât patient it would be over too soon. But he was so damn hard he felt as heâd bust right then and there. He rolled his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure from his groins.
He groaned at the sight of your naked body above him. Your soft stomach, your breast laid flat as your chest heaved. He dove in for a taste. Pleased with just how wet you already were and at the way you squirmed. He almost let himself believe that you wanted him. That you were so aroused just for him.
But he knew better than to believe that. It was far from the truth. You were just as forced into this situation as he was. He was just trying to make the best of it.
Before he could eat you properly you lightly pushed at his head. âWait.â Your voice scratchy. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him âI donât... want it to hurt. Please.â You pleaded.
âThat depends on how much you cooperate.â He threatened and you laid back. You whimpered as he sucked your clit, wrapping his mouth around it. He pushed a finger inside you and then another. Holding a hand flat on your stomach to stop you from moving. It was different than when you played with yourself with your fingers.
You cried out loud for the whole train to hear when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers while fucking you with his tongue. You came on his tongue. Feeling more intense than you had ever before.
He lapped up everything you gave him. Not wanting to waste a single drop. He trailed kisses up your nipping just under your breasts and wrapping his lips around one dark hard bud. He sucked it harshly gently pulling on your other nipple, just to get a reaction out of you. You whimpered cradling his head close to your chest.
All too soon he released your nipple and supported his weight on his forearms to look down at you.
You looked so perfectly dazed. Staring at him hazily through your hooded eyes. Your lips bruised and bleeding. Were you biting them so hard to keep, and fail, from making those singular noises?
He couldnât help it. He knew heâd regret it the second he thought of it. But he needed to know what your mouth tasted like. He nibbled on your bottom lip for a bit before capturing your lips for a kiss.
His first one as far as he can remember. He wondered if he was your first kiss too. He tilted his head to get an angle that would allow him to explore your mouth the best. Moaning into it he brought his hands up to cradle your face. Somehow kissing your mouth felt more intimate than kissing your cunt.
He finally pulled away so you could both breathe. He took in a few deep breathes before nudging your lips with his tip, before seething himself into you.
He was deliberately slow. Drawing out the pleasure for both of you because he didnât want to hurt you. Far from it. He wanted you to scream his name just like you were minutes before.
He groaned into your ear as he bottomed out. Giving you all the time you needed to adjust to his length. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth. Snaking a hand beneath your hips he raised them so he could thrust deeper inside you.
You mewled and moaned under him, chanting his name as if it was a prayer, as he slowly rutted into you. He wondered, if it was because of him. Or it wouldnât really make much of a difference to you of it was some front sectioners cock instead of his.
Your walls were so snug and tight around him. He knew he wouldnât last long. He tried to think of all the work he had to do, hell even thought of Wilford just to hold off.
But he couldnât. Not with the way you were squeezing him. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Ropes of his cum painted your stomach. He felt strangely possessive at that. As if he marked you as his own.
He sat up on his knees, looking down at you and stroking your thighs, he admire his work.
âWhat did you do?â You asked as you felt his warm spend on your stomach. It had been feeling so good for you, you were almost at the edge when he pulled out. You knew he was supposed to finish inside you.
He didnât bother to answer you before his broad shoulders nudged the inside of your thighs to fit him. He lapped up at your cunt again. Determined to bring you off at least once more. He moaned at the tangy taste of your blood, and your juices mixed with his.
It didnât take long for him to work up your sensitive and overworked folds and cunt. This orgasm was somehow more intense, if that was even possible.
Curtis settled beside you. Wiping his mouth off with his hand he turned off the light. He thought about asking you to go back to your room.
But then you curled up against his arm, wrapping your little hands around it. You settled your head in the crook of his neck. He would get up later to clean you both up later. Right now he just needed to commit this moment to memory. So heâd never forget it.
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A/B/O dynamics. with a twist. â iâm done seeing omegas as the ones rare in a/b/o. how about alphas. Konoha is full of omegas and betas, as the current norm. Alphas are quite rare, depending on the clan. Omegas lead the village more than the other two secondary genders, using 60% of the population. The rest, 35% of the village are betas, with the staggering number of 5% for the alphas, from any clan. Alphas have unnatural strength, making the elders prone to keep them in the village, and stop them from fleeing. Some are respected, and some are feared, the members of the village hesitant in being with an alpha, in case they get controlled by the alpha voice. Mikoto made sure to remind her youngest to always, always keep his scent blocker on at all times, and made it their mission to hide his gender. Sasuke presented as the second alpha of their generation. That isnât the reason why she wants him to hide it, aside from the backlash heâs going to receive. She doesnât, and will not, allow her child be another weapon, a tool to the village. She knows it, seen it, the way people regard Uchihas as aggressive, emotionless, and unsympathetic people. She knows, heâs gonna be used, controlled. They would use him against the clan...And they would get crushed to the ground with accusations of Sasuke controlling others. She wants to protect him from the rest of the world, to let him be his happy, loud self without being judged by the stereotypes. Sasuke is a bright child, with grins as wide as the sun, blinding. He has the darkest eyes, like the night sky. With fair skin as light as the moon. Heâs lean, without the usual bulk his father has on his shoulders and legs, leaning into his motherâs features with big doe eyes and lanky limbs. Splitting image, with his fatherâs attitude and motherâs looks. He was told to be an omega like his nii-san, looking so similar. His mother made it a mission, making sure to teach him manners. He grew, being polite and civil in important gatherings, how to talk smoothly with respect. To bow with grace and smile with acknowledgement, to praise and to appreciate. He knew the responsibilities he too, carry as the son of the clan head, even if he was the second. He knew, and learnt. Became to be his motherâs gentle child to his fatherâs kind child, Itachi. Their Uchiha temper is still there, but he managed to control, to dull it under a facade, a mask. His eager and curiosity hidden behind his quiet, patient eyes, even if all he wants to do is ask without thinking about the consequences. Shisui would always look at him with a genuine smile, âI know youâll bring peace.â His cousin would say, the only other alpha besides his father in the clan. Shisui would encourage and teach him, becoming his other older brother, than Itachiâs âmaybe next timesâ. He smiled emptily once, looking more like a grimace. His Mangekyou ability reflected on his secondary gender. âI can cast a powerful mind-controlling genjutsu on victims so that they obey me without realizing. I can change their thoughts and future decisiââ Shisui stills, before gagging, leaning to the side, horror filling his face, blood red tears flowing down. âI wonât ever use it. Never.â He said it with so much conviction and honesty, that it brought Sasuke to tears. Shisui is the most caring, affectionate, good-natured, understanding man ever, and even if he didnât say that, Sasuke knows deep in his heart, his soul, that he still would never use that. Shisui and Itachi would always steer him away whenever Danzo is near, Shisui even opting to body flicker just to hide him. âDanzo would take Sasuke if he could. Youâre already being watched, Shi.â Itachi murmured one time, his rose and honey scent turning metallic and strong. Shisuiâs pheromones tip over like a wave, the salt of the seabreeze and pine cones. He learnt not to trust the council man, and the suspicious bandages covering his arm. Pack. âIt is something you care for. You protect it with all of your heart.â Mikoto Uchiha once said. âTheyâre the ones that will be with you for life. You protect. You do not control. You protect.â she says, when he was missing Itachi. He learnt he had a strong, high alpha instincts, on how protective he can be. âYou can hide it, but you can never keep it away. â Sasuke knew independence. He became one with it when he was alone. When all of his loved ones disappeared in one day. They went alongside his voice, and emotions, leaving him blank as a slate, his burnt cedar and mint scent dull and bland. Silence. He became quiet, unnaturally so, his past shell of smiles and grins disappearing. His pack was killed, by his own brother, and he wasnât even there. He wasnât there. He failed. He failed to protect his pack. Protect. He allowed the hatred, the vengeance, the loss, grief, pull him to the darkness. He let it settle deep in his heart, weighing down on his shoulders. All he wanted was to scream, and scream. He wants to know. Why. He tries, tries so badly to hate his brother. Uchihas love deeply, fiercely. In a way that is like no other. Deep to the bone and staining the soul. He tries to find the will to hate his brother, and force it to intensify, but it doesnât work. He loves. He protects. He canât hate his brother, even if he tried. He tried, he promised, he tried until he cried tears, until his Sharingan whirled widely in front of him. Until his scent spiked and his chakra thrashed, until he passed out. A silver-haired man kneels over him, shaking him. Worried lone, black eye stares at him, mask covering his face. The scent of dogs, puppies? cover the man, with the ashy charcoal undertones. He stares back blearily, exhaustion marring his bones, making them heavy as lead. His Sharingan involuntarily activates, chakra pathways protesting as he scrambles back, panicking about his scent uncovered. The jounin coos, before his scent intensifies, covering him. Alpha. Sasuke frowns, dazed, aching, unmoving on Kakashiâs arm. One thought crossed Sasukeâs mind when he sees the eye underneath the hitai-ate. Not traitor. Kin. Pack. Family. Kakashi takes one look, before hugging the boy close, he will not lose another Uchiha in his life. They both lost their packs? Theyâll be their own pack. Without others judging them. Kakashi adopts Sasuke. It mightâve been an impulse decision, or maybe heâs poisoned. He didnât know why, but he wants. For once, he wants. He wants to keep a kid from being alone. Wants the boy to have someone when he needed it. Wants the boy to not burden his clanâs death. Wants the boy to be protected from the village elderâs greedy hands. To keep, the boy from being a weapon. So he doesnât turn to be like Kakashi. Gai laughs, relief flooding him to see Kakashi dropping off Sasuke on the Academy, with a lazy half-salute and eye-smile before body flickering away. The Uchiha scowls, before pocketing his hands, and strolling lazily to the doors. Same dry humor, posture and antics. Sasuke has lightning affinity, similar to Kakashi, to his amusement. Lee hops brightly beside him, before the kid runs to Sasuke, declaring becoming âeternal rivalsâ. Sasukeâs jaw dropped, and wide, panicked eyes is too amusing for the people around them, the stoic Uchiha for once a loss of words, and startled. âA shinobi looks underneath the underneath.â Kakashi-niiâ sensei tells them, lone dark eye calculating as he looks to the three genin in front of him. Underneath the underneath. Just what are you hiding, nii-san? Sasuke groans, hand moving to rub at the sore muscles of his arms, the prickling wounds around his chest and arms burning. Sakura is gentle in healing the pierced skin, nerve endings on fire from the onslaught of senbon. He breathes a sigh of relief when he touches the scent blocker still secure on his gland, wearing the high collar shirt back on after the bandages. He winces at the fabric grazing the sensitive skin, before his nose wrinkles at the overwhelming scent of citrus and brown sugar attacking his nostrils. Loud, worried voice shouting âTeme.â echoes through the clearing, making him raise his hand in assurance. Sakuraâs faint cherry blossom scent wafts to his sensitive nose, her chakra muted as she lay on the ground motionless, Narutoâs prone from by the tree fraying his senses. Adrenaline courses through his body as he stands on wobbly legs, tongue bitten enough to draw blood. His gland itches at the blocker tight on his neck, as he moves his limbs to carry Sakura. He lets his strength appear, as he hops down silently to the ground, finding a cave to lay Sakura securely. He hisses through his teeth as he buckles to the ground, pain lancing his shoulder. He moves, willing himself not to stall as he crawls to Naruto, carrying him over his back. He sits cross-legged by the entrance, weaving a genjustu over them as he stays up for watch. âYou have a curse seal, and extremely chakra exhausted.â Shikamaru observes as they break the genjustu, Ino scurrying over to Sakura. âWhatâre you doing risking your life like that?â he hisses in worry, the Uchiha pale as a sheet, limbs shaking. âWhat happened?â he asks, as he holds Sasukeâs face in place, forcing him to look directly on his eyes. âOrochimaru. Messed Narutoâs seal. Bit me. Had to protect. Pack. Been 5 hours since. On guard in case.â Sasuke croaks weakly, before passing out. Sasuke tries to awkwardly become closer to Naruto and Sakura, even if heâs hesitant in touching. Sakura rolls her eyes before hugging him on the front, Naruto jumping on his back to circle around his shoulders, with Kakashiâs hand ruffling his hair. He will protect his pack. He will not leave them. He became a chunin, and an ANBU with Kakashi as his captain. Moved through the ranks quickly, eventually turning to a jounin in couple monthsâ time. Naruto and Sakura became apprentices of the sannins, having them as mentors, which they tease him about. He huffs, before smirking smugly, âWhoâs the jounin here exactly?â which gains him disappointed pouts, a beta and omega ignoring him. They offer him more physical touches, Sakura linking their arms, or Naruto letting Sasuke have an arm around his shoulders. âTouch-starved bastardâ. Kakashi making sure that he has control on where Sasuke is going to, knowing that his genius/prodigy status will lead him to dangerous situations. Added to the alpha secondary gender? no. He and Shisui already suffered, alongside Itachi on the villageâs bad decisions. He will not let Sasuke become a bad decision nor a mistake. They will prove themselves worthy. Tsunade giving him a mission to go undercover for 3 years, striking a deal with Orochimaru. He does it without questions, knowing that Orochimaru needs to be killed, and he would gladly do so. He goes through day by day, sitting through experiments with the intent to kill Orochimaru at the end. Desperation clawed at Orochimaru, having a test subject that is an Uchiha, one of the last ones to exist, an alpha nonetheless. Sasuke made a promise, to never use alpha voice, unless necessary. He doesnât see the need to use it, since it only ruins Izunaâs name, being a descendant. He doesnât want to taint their line, doesnât want to be seen as his great grandfather, Madara. A rare thing, deep growling as his eyes turn cobalt blue, that makes his instincts go haywire and his movements shaky. A ability that he resents, because he never wants to see gold-eyed omegas and emerald eyes reflecting back to him. So he doesnât use it against betas or omegas. He uses it against alphas who dare hurt them, using his alpha voice to push alphas back from his pack. Aggressive and relentless, when alphas try to control his pack, dusty burning cedar reeking his hunched form, chakra venomous and crackling, burning like a thousand embers, his Uchiha blood reflecting his rage. Sasuke can be seen sitting down beside Shisui after he uses his alpha voice, hint of alpha pheromones still oozing from his form. (Sasuke and Shikamaru. Please. Sasuke knowing that Shikamaru is fully capable and independent. That doesnât stop him from pampering or spoiling him. He keeps his protective nature from interfering but they both know that Shikamaru likes it even if he doesnât wanna admit it.) Iruka adopted Naruto.Â
#sasuke uchiha#rookie nine#konoha 12#rookie 12#yes that exists#hatake kakashi#kakashi & sasuke#protective sasuke#uchiha sasuke#shisui uchiha#itachi uchiha#they deserved better#alpha sasuke#he's a gentle boi#mikoto raised her kid(s) right#poor uchiha prodigies#always made into weapons#i love them sm >:D#shikasasu#sasushika#i love them#you can't tell me otherwise#team 7#anbu#anbu sasuke#you can kill me#i'm tired of seeing omegas as rare#naruto#i want sasushika but i'm tired.
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and to continue what i just said like i remember last year when i first learned about blue period is that i was like oh no thatâs a manga i donât want to read because the setting is something that i know will remind me of a time in my life that i was hurting a lot and while i do think i would have been hurting even if i was in uni for something else, the fact that it was art school and that i was feeling so insecure and inadequate at something that i supposedly loved my entire life, and that because of art school and how stressful the environment was i was actually growing to hate art more and more? like the fact that it was art school really contributed so much more to that hurt so yea but anyways iâm really glad i went ahead and read bp anyways because while yes it does reopen some wounds that iâm not too eager to reexamine and face again, itâs like iâm facing them not alone but with someone who understands?? and feels the same hurt that i did back then. and also itâs not just like all sadness and angst that i feel when i read it, itâs ultimately a very happy and funny experience!!! like it brings back memories of things that i did enjoy about art school or that werenât that special but like funny to think about⊠like the little extra about black boogers after working with charcoal for drawing class lmaoo when i read that i remember laughing so hard!!! idk itâs not even that funny but itâs something lighthearted like yes yes thatâs so true lmaoo!!! also i really like how yatora will go around in a funk but then heâll talk to a classmate and it totally opens up a new perspective on art for him!!! THAT i think is itâs strongest point and the most worthwhile thing you can get out of art school, and being surrounded by creative peers is what i miss most about it.ahh idk idk anyways iâm all caught up on chapters to read now blah blah blah and i feel really calm right now itâs nice
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I didnât think it was possible to love someone this much.â with Luke Patterson/ Charlie gillespie
Matchmakers
Luke Patterson x reader- slight Reggie Peters x oc
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Prompt-"I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much,"
Summary: Reader is trying to match Reggie up with her new ghost friends and convinces Luke to help her. When planning, something happens that changes the way they look at each other for the rest of their ghost lives.
Masterlist
A/N: Ok so I got this request a little while ago and I have fully finished. Hope you like it. Also if youâre name is Kay, just change it. Not proofread.
(Gif isnât mine)
You watched as they played, a smile finding its way to your lips as the three appeared around Julie. You sat next to Flynn watching as she jumped in shock at the sight of them and chuckled lightly at her expression. Of course, she didn't even know you were there because you were dead and you didn't appear like the boys. She only knew you existed through Julie who had quickly become someone you spent a lot of time with since you couldn't always deal with the boys. You also hung out with a ghost called Kay, a sweet girl who was a couple years older than you and had died in the 1940s. She had been very helpful sine you met her, similarly like Willie was to Alex except you two were just friends. You'd even spent a few hours in the garage with Kay who Reggie had taken a liking too. She reminded you of him in some ways and you were quick to try play matchmaker but it soon became clear to you that it wasn't a one person job. So you had roped Luke into it.
He had promised that after this rehearsal you two would head up to the small space in the garage because that was the only place where you wouldn't get interrupted and he also had to change his shirt apparently. As they practiced Edge of Great for the fifth time, you smiled to yourself, nodding along and mouthing the words. You saw a flash from outside and was quick to jump up and rush to the door to see Kay in her ripped jeans and Star Wars sweatshirt that she had stole from a shop down the road the other day when taking you to get a change of clothes. you had more opted towards black leggings, a red crop top and a navy leather jacket with your usual trainers. "Hey," She had pulled you into a quick side hug before the two of you headed inside to watch them finish rehearsal and as the boys disappeared from Flynn's view. Julie was quick to drag Flynn inside to get a drink and some food whilst you were quick to shove Kay towards Reggie, the two immediately starting a conversation about Star Wars with Alex sitting with them. The blonde sent you a smug look which confused you until you face where he kept glancing to and see Luke on the stairs staring at you. With a smile and a hate for stairs, you simply blip up to the area already sitting down on a a small stool. A grin found its way to your lips when Luke glared slightly as he appeared in front of you.
"Okay so, Reggie and Kay-" you started but shook his head lightly making you stop and raise an eyebrow in curiosity and annoyance. "What did you think? About the song?" Almost subconsciously, your arms cross as you lean forward ever so slightly, "You said you'd be a matchmaker with me," he pouted in that cute little way that made your heart soar and sagged his shoulders slightly. "Y/N," you rolled your eyes at his voice before giving in, nodding your head slightly as your features relaxed, "You guys were great, as usual," That made him grin like mad and you completely forgot what the conversation was about in the first place as he sat up taller. "Yeah?" You nod, before you backtracked remembering exactly why the two of you were sitting there. "Hey, stop distracting me!" He just laughed in response, searching through bags to his right for any clothes.
"Reggie and Kay, together. How do we do that? Ideas?" Luke's face contorted to one of concentration as he stared at the shirt he held and you sighed, knowing he wouldn't pay much attention. "How about a picnic date? And they could have a blanket," you paused, grabbing the old blanket from a box and laying it out between the two of you, not taking note of how all Luke's attention went to you at the word 'date'. "They can't have a picnic. They can't eat," You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the blanket and pulling next to you. "Well, they can go for a walk and sit on the blanket in the park and talk," Luke chuckled, shaking his head which made you raise an eyebrow at him. He noticed and, though it seemed impossible, his grin grew bigger, "Just thinking of all the people who'll stare at the floating blanket and then when its laid down. Great plan," You shoved his shoulder and almost in protest of your action, he wrapped his arm round your shoulders, "They can do it without the blanket," He suggested making a small smile appear on your face, "Yeah,"
"Hey, Kay, where did you get the scar on your palm?" Both you and Luke looked through the wooden banister to watch after hearing Alex's question. "Oh, I picked up a piece of hot charcoal when I was little," Kay looked down to her hand, running her thumb over the weirdly shaped mark as she spoke and the answer confused them all except Reggie, who simply said, "Cool!". Alex leaned forward ever so slightly, pulling a face as he mumbled, "That....okay," You laughed at your blonde best friend's reaction whilst Luke just smiled before he pulled you back next to him so you could continue to talk. "Alright, so we invite them to the park and then don't show up so they're left alone together and they walk, we watch," Luke stopped your explanation with a chuckle that made you look to him with a panicked expression, "What? What's wrong?"
"We're going to spy on them?" You rolled your eyes at the question, like it was a ridiculous question because essentially it was. "Yes, of course we're spying on them! We need to make sure it works," Luke just laughed, shaking his head as he looked away from you but somehow managed to shift closer. "Well, I'll probably be writing so I don't know if I'll make it," Just by the look on his face, the way he held back this massive grin and how he shrugged his shoulders, you knew he was messing with you. His face had scrunched up a little before the grin finally broke out and, just to annoy him back, you reached across and squeezing his cheek with a forced smile on your face, "You'll be there," He hit your hand away with a frown etching its way onto his face which made you chuckle. "I guess I could move a few things around," You nodded and it was a second before you both burst out laughing like two crazy people.
And then you noticed it. The lack of space between you two made panic begin to bubble in your stomach, anxiety kicking in. Luke hadn't seemed to notice it, talking about the plan but you had drowned out his voice unintentionally and instead was scanning his features. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from saying anything but you noticed how his lips stopped moving and how he now stared at you with just as much focus as you him. "I'm about to something," the whispered words had fallen from your lips without much thought and you took a deep breath before continuing, "And I don't know how it's going to go," and then you did it.
Fireworks felt like they were exploding in your stomach. Even with your current status as dead, you'd never felt more alive or more like a decision you made was right. It just fit and everything just worked out and... Oh my god, he's kissing back. He's actually doing that, lips melting against yours in the sweet gentle kiss that made you feel like you were cloud nine or that you had passed on. It's so amazing and scary and amazing and your brain can't seem to keep up with it. Well, apart from the fact you were kissing him. And he was kissing back.
He pulled away first, you chasing his lips before a small pout formed on your own when his wasn't there. He laughed, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. At some point, your hands had gone to his shoulders and his to your cheeks. "I'm about to say something and I don't know how it's going to go," you smiled at him, that seemingly being enough encouragement for him, "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much,"
âNot even Alex?â
âShut up,â Safe to say you did but only because his lips met yours in another breathtaking kiss. And also it would be a good assumption that Reggie and Kayâs set up date went well and you two were terrible spies and that they knew all along.
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Growing Together - Chapter Twenty-Six - Dura Lex, Sed Lex
Before we start:
This work is unbeta'd and English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Have fun reading!
They made us pack a suitcase, just in case. So that the child wouldnât have to go through the pain of being separated at the place he learned to love and call his own. Like leaving the love of his parents in a cold and impersonal courtroom would be any better.
I resentfully grabbed a duffel bag and filled it with some of Owenâs belongings without him knowing. I put inside a toothbrush and a comb, some underwear and some clothes, pajamas. I put in there all the things he would need for a night out, keeping his favorite things in his room. Because he wouldnât need to go. Because even if he did go, he wouldnât go for long. But mostly because the things he loved the most belonged with the place he loved the most and with the people that loved him the most.
The morning of the trial, I found myself staring at his room, holding that duffel bag tightly, my nails digging deep in the fabric, almost ripping it. I hated that duffel bag and all it represented. If I could, I would set it on fire.
âAre you ready? Itâs time to go.â
Victor was standing in the doorway, impeccably dressed in his charcoal suit with a burgundy shirt. He looked calm and focused, undefeatable. Ready for the battle.
âI donât want Owen to see this.â I showed him the bag I was holding. âGo ahead and put Owen in the car, Iâll go shortly.â
âAndrea.â My husband held my hand, giving me a determined look.
âI know.â I squeezed his hand. âWe got this.â
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Something came up. Iâll be home for dinner.
The note was taunting, sitting perfectly on the polished marble surface, sporting her usual perky handwriting.
Andrea was nowhere to be found.
âAre you sure she didnât tell you where she was going?â
Owen, who was busy cutting his french toast, shrugged yet again.
âNo. Only that she had a plane to catch. And that I should behave while sheâs gone.â
âItâs not like her to just leave without saying anything.â Victor took his phone from his pocket, wondering if he should try to call an eleventh time.
âWell, she did say something.â The boy replied matter-of-factly, eyes still on his plate. âShe left a note.â
Victor wanted to explain to his son that the information on that note amounted to nothing, that even though his mother had been clear enough that sheâd be gone, she had also been cryptic enough to worry him. Victor hated to be kept out of the loop like that, it was a habit that came with his job, to always hold every single piece of information about everything. Andrea, however, was well versed in the art of pulling the rug from under his feet, and sometimes could act so randomly it was hard for him to predict her next move. He had to admit he found it alluring, but also annoying.
It wasnât like he was controlling or domineering, he just felt safer knowing at all times where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it wi-
âEat your toast.â Victor quickly ended the subject, not in the mood to explain anything anymore.
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âAll rise.â The bailiff announced. âDepartment One of the Family Court is now in session. Judge Erica Bridges presiding. Please be seated.â
We all got up from our seats, Victor taking Owenâs hand as to motion him to do the same. The judge was a petite woman with bright blue eyes that were framed with dark eyebrows and hair. She looked far too young to be a judge, yet she had this intimidating aura that made everyone around her feel insignificant. It,reminded me of my husband, keeping everyone on their toes with his mere presence.
âGood morning, ladies and gentlemen.â The judge opened a file in front of her. âCalling the case of Cole VS Lee regarding the custody of Owen Cole. Are both sides ready?â
âYes, Your Honor.â The layers replied.
I couldnât help but look to my side, to the familiar face that had been giving me grief for so long: Pamela Cole. She sat beside her lawyer with a humble look on her face, wearing a modest black dress like she was in mourning, probably to earn sympathy points from the judge. A heatwave coursed through my body, as anger started to churn inside of me. Anger for her audacity to come into my office and tell me all those lies, wanting to take advantage of my sympathy. Anger towards myself, for being an idiot and believing her.
I hated her for having the same DNA as my child, as I hated DNA for being used for such vile purposes. My mind was running wild with thoughts of revulsion and grievance when I felt a warm hand taking mine. It was my husband, looking intently at me like he could read my thoughts, probably because he was having them too. And with just a little magical squeeze of his fingers, all the fire was gone, being replaced by a sense of confidence. We were ready. She would not win.
âAnd are you Owen?â I heard the judge addressing my son. âYou are a very handsome young man.â
âThank you, Your Honor.â He answered politely. âMy mom tells me the same thing.â
Laughter echoed in the courtroom.
âYou know what we are doing here today, Owen?â
âMy grandmother wants to be my forever family.â
âGood.â The judge smiled at him. âNow, I have something to ask you. We are going to start talking about very boring grownup things, so it would be better if you go with this gentleman to a special room we have, where you can read, or play a little. Is that ok?â
âArenât you going to ask me who I want to be with?â Owen frowned.
âOh, I definitely want to know what you feel about all this. It wonât take long, Iâll call you after a little while, ok?â
I squeezed Victorâs hand tighter as I watched our son being taken away. This was it, it was about to start. How did he look so cool, so centered, when all I wanted was to just grab the boy and make a run for it? But then he looked at me, and I could see it in his eyes. The glint of worry only a wifeâs trained eye would recognize on him.
âVery well, now that the child is away, you can make your first statements.â
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âWhere on Earth are you?â He answered the phone, ready to scold her.
âWell, you are correct. I am indeed on Planet Earth.â She joked, unfazed by his severe tone. âI have ten missed calls from you, didnât you see my note?â
âYou mean the elaborate itinerary of my wifeâs whereabouts and the extensive list of reasons why she suddenly disappeared the day before our sonâs custody trial?â He gave her a mocking tone. âNo, I must have missed it.â
âVictorâŠâ She sighed.
âIf instead, you are referring to the ridiculous piece of crumpled paper you left on our kitchen counter stating you were alive by the time you left the house, then yes, I am holding it as we speak.â
âSomething came up.â
âYour note already told me as much, if I can decipher your messy handwriting correctly. What else do you have to say for yourself?â
Another sigh came from the other end of the line. Victor was perfectly aware of how difficult he was being, but he couldnât be more indifferent to it. A week ago, they were fighting because he had kept her at bay. Now, she was doing the exact same thing. If Victor was a gambler, he would bet his fortune on how he wouldnât like the reason.
âLook, Iâll be completely honest with you.â
âIâm listening.â
âI had an idea. Something that can help us. And I wanted to give it a try.â
Victor pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his frustration. What was she up to this time? And why wouldn't she give him a straight answer already?
âYou can tell me when I get there. Just tell me where you are, and Iâll come to pick you up.â
âDo you trust me?â Her disarming question.
âWith my life.â He promptly answered. âHowever, do I need to remind you that we agreed never to keep things from each other? What happened to âweâre in this togetherâ?â
âYou told me I wouldnât fight hard enough for you and Owen.â
Victor paused. He did say that. He wished he didnât.
âI donât think thatâs true, and you know that.â His tone softened.
âMaybe it is. Well, it was. The truth isâŠâ She hesitated for a second. âI felt weak. I felt like I was losing. And I was so afraid to lose again that I thought it would be better to just stop fighting. I felt like if I lost, I would never recover from it. Do I make sense?â
Victor remembered her howling in his arms at that clinic in Switzerland, when she was told they couldnât have a biological baby. And his own desperate moments on that kitchen floor, not long ago.
âWhat I didnât realize was that, by giving up, I was letting both of you down. I was letting my family down. So this is my way to show you that I believe in us, I believe in us as a family, Iâm fighting for us. Thatâs why I need to do this alone. I need to prove to you that Iâm all in. Will you let me?â
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âYour Honor, the adoption was made under extremely odd circumstances, and with no respect for the law.â Pamelaâs lawyer argued. âMy client was not informed of her daughterâs passing, or that the child was left alone.â
âThe late mother left a suicide note stating that she did not intend the grandmother to have any contact with the child.â One of Victorâs lawyers argued back.
âI take it you have such a letter in your possession.â The Judge asked.
I jumped on my seat, surprised that they were even mentioning it. Didnât we agree we werenât going to use it? I watched incredulously as the lawyer glanced at Victor, waiting for instructions. Victor squeezed my hand again, nodding to the lawyer. What the hell was happening? The lawyer paused and sighed heavily before addressing the judge again.
âNo, Your Honor, we do not. That letter was unfortunately lost with some other papers.â
âYour Honor, with all due respect, this trial is a waste of our time.â The other lawyer spoke again. âShould Victor and Andrea Lee be ordinary people instead of public figures, the orphanage would have contacted the grandmother, as it lawfully should, and we wouldnât be wasting public time and resources! My client has proved that she is fit to be the childâs guardian, and by law, she should have custody. And despite whatever story Mr. Leeâs lawyers wish you to believe, there is obviously no letter from the daughter. Even if there was, there would still be the matter of the daughterâs mental condition when she wrote it.â
âDo you have anything else to present to us to make your case?â The judge turned to our legal team.
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Owen spent most of his day in his bedroom, coming out only when summoned. Things had changed dramatically between Victor and Owen since the panic attack, and Owen was treating him with the same distance he did back when he first started living with them: he started to address him as Sir again and seemed to avoid all kinds of interactions. When they were forced to be together, like when sharing a meal, Owen kept his eyes on his plate, barely saying anything other than some short bitter words.
Victor couldnât blame him. He had acted cold and distant during the funeral, disregarding his family. Everything one wonât expect from a parent. It was only natural that Owen was suspicious of him now, he had lost his trust in him. Victorâs penance was now to get it back.
âAre you hungry?â Victor entered the boyâs room after a brief knock. âI have some frozen mango, we could make sorbet together.â
âNo, thank you.â Owen answered, not caring to lift his eyes from the book he was reading.
âWhat do you have there?â Victor tried again. âIs that the book Mom bought you?â
âYes.â
âThe Beesy Life.â He read from the cover. âAnything interesting about bees?â Knowing his son, he would surely jump at the opportunity of stating an extensive list of facts.
âThey make honey.â He quickly dismissed him. âCan you leave so I can read?â
âWhy donât we go outside and play some football together? Itâs sunny today.â
The boy seemed to bury himself even more in his book.
âNo, thank you. Iâm reading.â
Victor surely had his work cut out for him. With a heavy sigh, he sat on his sonâs bed. Diversions wouldnât work, he would have to stop being a coward and just cut to the chase.
âOwen, we need to talk. Do you think you can put that book down?â
Victor grimaced as his son obediently placed the book on his lap, giving him his undivided attention. It was so hard to find the right words. Andrea usually helped him with these things, making notice little things he couldnât see, encouraging him to open up a little more. Ironically, when things were hard, Andrea was always nowhere to be found. Or maybe things were hard because she wasnât around, Victor wasnât sure anymore. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to imagine how Andrea would do it.
âI need to apologize.â Victor began. âI was callous and cold towards you and your mother, and-â
âWas it because of that letter you got? The day we went to the market?â
Victor turned to his son, astonished.
âMom cried the day you got that letter. And every day after that.â The boy explained, like he understood Victorâs surprise. âAnd you began to fight. You never fight.â
âOwen...â Victor looked at his son, not knowing what to say.
âWhat did it say?â
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âAlright Owen, now that the grownups have talked, I want to get to know you better. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?â
My son looked at me with hesitant eyes, and I gave him a small nod of reassurance, mouthing Itâs ok.
âOk.â He nodded, following the bailiff nervously to the witness stand.
âWell done. Are you comfortable there?â
My husbandâs hand squeezed mine hard. I ran my thumb over his. Owen would be ok. He was a smart child.
âDo you see this document Iâm holding?â The judge showed him a folder. âThis is your file, it tells me things about you. So, I know you are five, and you have been living with the Lees for almost a year, and you are doing very well at school⊠But it doesnât tell me other important things, like, what are your favorite hobbies, if you have any close friendsâŠâ
âMy best friendâs name is Mathew, heâs from my class. We play soccer together.â Owen promptly answered. âI like to play soccer, with my friends or with my Dad. I also like insects, I want to be an entomologist. Thatâs why my Mom calls me Bug. Oh, and we have a pet lobster! His name is Mr. Lobster, my Dad lets me feed him sometimes.â
âA pet lobster? Thatâs unusual.â She chuckled. âI can see in your file that you are doing well at school, no disciplinary reports⊠It seems you adjusted very well to that new reality.â
âMiss Dillon says God works in mysterious ways.â The boy looked at the judge in all seriousness. The judge frowned, taken aback by his statement.
âI could say that He does, Owen. But why do you say that?â
âA while ago, we went to have dinner at Gavin and Miaâs, and Mom got sick and threw up all over the floor. And later that night, I woke up and Mom and Dad were talking, and I did something I shouldnât have.â
I looked at Victor, confused. What on Earth was Owen talking about?
âWhat did you do, Owen?â The judge asked.
âI eavesdropped.â His head hung in shame. âBut I didnât mean it in a bad way, I was worried about Mom. And then I heard Dad talking about the bad man that hurt Mom, and because of him she canât get a baby. SoâŠâ Owen looked at me, hesitating.
âYes?â The judge pressed.
âI donât like that Mom got hurt so badly, but if God works in mysterious ways, maybe He made that bad man hurt Mom so she would adopt me, because He knew my other mom would die.â He shifted nervously in his chair, giving the judge a pleading look. âI know the other lady is my real family, and maybe she is a really nice lady, but I already have a family. I love my Mom and Dad, and I know they love me. Can I please keep them? Can they be my forever family? Please?â
My sonâs words pierced my heart, and all the tears of fear and anguish I had been hiding came full force. Despite knowing my background, Owen would never really know how he was an angel in my and Victorâs life, filling our life with color and love. Losing my son was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest, and nothing would ever fill that gap. Victorâs grip on my hand tightened, the brief twitch of his finger making me look up. His eyes were also filled with tears, as he held onto my hand for strength, just like I held his. And as I looked around, wiping my tears with the back of my fingers, I noticed there wasnât a dry eye in the room. Except for Pamela, who looked at us with utter disdain.
âWell, OwenâŠâ The judge cleared her throat. âThank you so much for talking to me. I will consider your words.â
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Victor looked his son in the eyes, trying to formulate the right words to say. There werenât any. If his wife was there, and not on some kind of wild goose chase, she would tell him to speak from the heart. And it was more and more evident that raw honesty would have to do.
âYou have a grandmother. Your biological motherâs mother. She wants to adopt you.â
âI have a grandmother?â
Victorâs eyes fell to the ground.
âYes.â
Owen jumped from his seat, eyes wide in anger.
âYou told me nothing would make you send me back! You told me you were my forever family!â The boy broke down crying. âYou were lying!â
âI never lied to you, Owen, you-â
âYou told me I was a Lee! That I was your son!â Victor tried to hug his son, but he wouldnât let him, hitting him with his clenched fists. âYou donât love me, you want to send me back!â
âYou are my son!â Victor held his son tight, his voice echoing through the apartment. âYou are a Lee, youâll always be a Lee, and no one will take you away!â Victor felt his eyes sting with emotion, his voice faltering as he spoke. âI will not allow it.â
Victor pulled his son to his arms, tears running freely from his eyes too. He was so brutally inept when it came to expressing his feelings, yet he needed to show his son he loved him above everything.
âI am your father, Owen, and there is no law in this world that can change that. And we do want to be your family. Otherwise, why would your mother be crying all this time? Why would I become so insufferable?â
âPlease donât leave me.â Owen begged, his face buried in his fatherâs chest.
Victor knew that sentiment all too well. To hold a loved one so desperately and still feel her slip away from his fingers, leaving nothing but loneliness, no one to gather and mend the shards of his broken heart. But those days were over for Victor. And they were also over for Owen.
âIâm not going anywhere.â Victor smiled, wiping the tears from his boyâs cheek. âYou belong with us.â
Before he was a father, Victor would scorn those romantic fools that told him about how deeply a parent can love his child. He simply found it impossible to be. He has never been loved that deeply, he couldnât even fathom how that must feel like. But at that moment, with Owen's little arms wrapped around his neck, Victorâs heart felt like a deep wide ocean, filled with love and joyful selflessness, a complete devotion to that little red-haired boy. And a promise, no, a purpose to devote every single day of his life to his happiness.
âSo I donât need to go?â Owen asked, breaking his embrace.
âNo, you donât. Youâre a Lee and thatâs settled.â
Owenâs bedroom door flung open.
âMom!â Owen left his fatherâs arms to run to his mother.
âBug!â Andrea lifted him in her arms, giving him a tight hug. âI missed you so much, little one!â
âWhere have you been?â Victor went to his wife.
âI did it.â She bit her bottom lip in excitement, putting their son down and reaching for her purse.
âAnd may I know what exactly did you do?â
âWe won.â She smiled widely, handing Victor an envelope.
Victor read the document inside, not believing his own eyes. They had never contemplated it, it seemed so impossibleâŠ
âWhat is it, Dad?â Owen looked at both of them, excited. Victor lifted him up in the air with joy, twirling him in his arms.
âWhat we needed to officially make you a Lee.â
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Victor stood quietly at a hidden corner of the main hallway, talking on his phone. An oblivious passerby would think he was having a calm conversation, but I knew better: by the look in his eyes, Victor Lee was making some serious threats at that precise moment. Our legal team was reunited not far behind, deeply engaged in a quiet conversation, the panic very clear in the faces of some of them. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong. And my job was to sit quietly with Owen, trying to distract them the best I could from the gravity of the situation.
âOne, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!â Owen chanted excitedly, as I tried my best to discreetly grasp what was happening. âMom, are you paying attention?â
âYes, Bug. Go ahead.â I answered distractedly as I noticed my husband look at his phone in silence, poker face in place.
âYou may all come in.â The bailiff called us. âThe judge has come to a deliberation.â
A bad feeling glued me to my seat, and for the life of me, my legs wouldnât work. I looked at my son, the sweet five year old that meant the world to me, and I feared this would be the last time I would see them. I slapped myself mentally for being distracted looking at Victor and the lawyers, when I could just have enjoyed this last moment with him and played thumb wars.
âOwen, you come with me to the other room, alright?â The bailiff took his hand and I held his other one, unwilling to let go.
âLadyâŠâ The bailiff pleaded.
Just one second, damn it! I may lose him forever, I just need this extra second!
âOwenâŠâ
âYes, Mom?â Sweet brown eyes stared at me expectantly.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, and that he would be an honorable man, and that someday I would love to know the kind of person he would grow up to be. I wanted to tell him that I would cry for him every single night, that he wasnât born out of my mangled body but he was mine, that I would never forget about him, for as long as I should live. I wanted to tell him I would never adopt another child, that no child would ever take his place, and that my heart would belong to him forever. But I couldnât. If he was going to be with his grandmother, I had to make things as easy as I possibly could for him. Even if they were impossibly hard for me. So, instead, I ruffled his hair.
âYou did very well, with the judge.â I smiled. âIâm proud of you.â
âThanks!â He smiled confidently. âI love you, Mom!â
As Owen walked away, holding the bailiffâs hand with a smile, a dark shadow ran across my line of vision. It was Victor, taking his son in his arms. And that was when I knew my suspicions werenât unfounded: we were losing him.
I witnessed the sadness in Victorâs eyes as he smiled at his son, hugging him and tousling his red curls. And then the glint of despair, as his eyes landed on me, his expression telling me he was close to falling apart. I wouldnât have to be strong just for Owen. I would have to be strong for Victor too. So I summoned the last of my strength and stood up. For better and for worse, we are in this together. I wonât let you fall, handsome.
We never said a word, as Victor took my hand and led me inside the courtroom. I didnât know what had failed, and it wasnât important. I took a shot and I missed. We wouldnât win this one. I thought about the duffel bag in my car and regretted not putting one of Owenâs favorite books in there. He would need something to distract him tonight.
The judge entered the room, and while I could see the hesitant look on everyoneâs faces, I couldnât care less about it. I had no interest in hearing someone say I couldnât be a mother, I already was. Even if a piece of paper said otherwise. Owen was my son.
âI have to say, this was one of the hardest decisions I had to make in my whole career.â The judge started her deliberation. âDura lex sed lex. This means, the law is hard, but it is the law. The law speaks of rights and duties, it tells us in which direction to go, but the law does not contemplate feelings. The law does not abide by what makes us feel better. The law is impartial to love and to emotions. It is so by design, so we donât let our hearts cloud our judgments. The law is correct, but that doesnât exclude the fact that it can be very painful.â
The sound of heavy wooden doors opening abruptly echoed through the room, making us all jump in surprise. From them, one of our lawyers ran, stopping only in front of the judge.
âYour Honor, I apologize for my audacity towards this court.â The lawyer bowed. âBut new evidence has arrived that cannot be ignored.â He handed her an envelope.
I looked at Victor, puzzled. Was itâŠ
âCan you please explain to me and Mrs. Coleâs lawyer, what exactly am I looking at?â The judge opened the envelope.
âMrs. Lee was able to track down the childâs biological father.â The lawyer explained. âShe flew yesterday to Acomb and met him at the hospital where he is working as an intern doctor, and he granted her and Mr. Lee parental rights. We were just waiting for the lab to give us the DNA results.â
âAnd why am I getting this just now?â
âWe couldnât present the documents without being sure that Mr. Richardson was indeed Owenâs biological father.â
âYour Honor, this is highly inadequate! I contest this manâs right to give parental rights, he was never in the childâs life to begin with!â Pamelaâs lawyer argued.
âNeither was your client, Counsellor.â The judge gave the lawyer a frown. âWell, it works for me.â The judge banged her hammer. âThe Family Court decides that Mr. and Mrs. Lee will be granted full custody of the child Owen Cole, concluding the adoption process, effective immediately. Congratulations, you can get your son for the next room.â
Victor and I practically crashed against each other in a tight embrace, smiles mixed with tears, emotions running wild. We had won, we had our son. We were officially a family.
We entered the other room with joy in our hearts, laughing as Owen ran into our arms.
âI'm going home with you guys?â
âYou are officially a Lee!â Victor laughed as he threw the boy in his arms.
âYou adopted me? You are my forever family?â Owen teared up, reaching out to me so he could hug me as well.
âWe are a family.â My throat tightened as I hugged the two men I loved the most in this world. âAnd we are forever.â
Victor pulled me close to them, wrapping both me and our son in a tight hug. And I couldnât help but think back to our year, so full of adversity. Despite it all, we came through. We fought and found solace in one another. We became stronger and more united, we grew together, as a family, and we would continue to do so.
Love does conquer all.
Author's Note: This project has been going for a year now (it started in February 2020) and it won't be over any time soon, so I would like to ask you, as much as possible, for your support, because we still have a very long way to go. So, if you enjoy the work, don't forget to comment and reblog. It gives it traction and enables other people to learn about it, and for me to get more excited about what I do.
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